Kinda just wanted to base this off of that^^ cuz I get turned on super easy tbh also changed it to Joetrick. Someone requested this but I can't remember who lmao

"J-Joe, are you sure about this? What if we get caught and—"

"Hey. We're not gonna get caught, trust me, okay? It'll be fine. What's wrong?"

"I-I'm just kinda nervous." Patrick whispers, blushing as he looks away from the boy with the Afro in front of him, "I've never done this before."

"Hey, shh, it'll be okay. I swear, it'll feel so good. Please." Joe replies, pulling Patrick's legs closer around him.

The blond bites his lip for a moment and finally nods the slightest.

"O-okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah..."

Joe gives the boy a wide grin, brown curls in his bright blue eyes just before he holds onto the other's hips and begins to grind gently against his cock, running his fingers up and down his chest.

"J-Joe," Patrick whispers, a half moan escaping his throat. The millions of thoughts passing through his mind seem to hush as soon as his boyfriend finally makes a move.

"Does that feel good?" Joe whispers.

It takes effort for Patrick through his quickly growing heartbeat and the breaths becoming faster to reply but after a moment, the words manage to escape, "Y-Yeah..."

Joe smiles softly and begins to unzip his hoodie, his chest showing out much tanner than Patrick's. At the sight of clothes being taken off, the boy's eyes widen and his mouth begins to water because damn does the other look good shirtless.

"You can touch," Joe says with a small smile, "I don't bite."

Patrick lets our a shuddery breath and after a moment presses his hand forward to the warm skin under his neck.

Shivers run through both of them at the contact, especially more when Patrick runs his fingers down Joe's bare chest and back up soon after.

"You're really pretty," Patrick whispers, so soft that the latter almost doesn't hear it.

"So are you." Joe replies, leaning forward and kissing down Patrick's neck as he finishes with his tee, letting it fall to the floor of the car seat in a messy pile. Patrick's throat contracts and he pulls his shirt down a little in his self-conscious state.

"Is it okay if I keep my shirt on?" Patrick asks uneasily. He doesn't want to seem pathetic or anything, but at the same time Patrick really doesn't want him to see what he is under all these layers.

"Yeah, you're fine," Joe replies in a mumble, a grainy voice supporting it in a way that makes Patrick's jeans impossibly tighter.

His fingers fumble with the blonde's belt buckle and he looks down into the blue eyes, asking for permission which the bottom gives when he places his hands over Joe's and guides the belt loose.

The emotions flowing through them make the interaction much more sensual than it could be. The soft touches, the breathy moans, the small, "I love you's." It's not long before Patrick's finally relaxing and letting Joe get to work on him without much nervousness. The car door pressing uncomfortably behind to his back seems to be numb as the guitarist slips off his jeans and runs his fingers up his soft hips.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, mouthing the words into Patrick's neck as he leaves love bites on his skin. All the strawberry blond can do is moan and try not to buck his hips against Joe's, "So perfect."

"Joe," Patrick whimpers, "Please."

Joe smirks, suckling on his earlobe, "You want me to fuck you?"

The blond lets out a shuddery moan, his hands gripping the seat; one on the headrest and one on the cushion.

"Yes, Joe, please," Patrick whispers back, then looks up at him, straight in the eye.

"Please?"

Joe gives him a smirk but before he knows what's happened next, his boxers have fallen to the floor along with Joe's jeans and boxers and belt and the dark-haired boy is kissing the blond with strong, passionate movements.

Joe's calloused hands run into Patrick's hair, squeezing the strands while Patrick just does his best to follow the pace, squeezing his own hands in the other's. The hands trail down Patrick's sides, and grab onto his bare ass as their cocks grind against each other, the friction sending both their eyes rolling.

"Joe," Patrick swallows and squeezes his eyes shut, then continues, "Joe, I need you now."

"Kay, Kay, hold on," Joe breathes, leaning over the car seat to dig through his jeans and grab lube and a condom.

Patrick spreads his legs slightly and whimpers, embarrassed to open up like this but still eager to get Joe's cock up his ass.

"This is gonna hurt, just... don't clench..." Joe says softly. Patrick nods a little in understanding, nervousness bubbling in his stomach anyway.

Once a few fingers at slicked with a dollop of lube (do a dollop, do do a dollop of lubeyyyy) Joe holds one at Patrick's entrance, rimming where he's about to enter to give the other boy a fair warning.

"Are you sure about this? If you want to stop, we can stop." Joe whispers, but Patrick's already got his mind made up.

"I want this, Joe," He replies, light eyes meeting baby blues, "Really. If there's anyone's penis I want up my anus, it's yours."

Joe stays completely still, a smirk soon playing across his face.

"Could you have phrased that any less uncomfortably?" He asks with a small laugh, "But yeah, sure, I'll put my penis in your anus."

Patrick rolls his eyes, grabbing the back of the other boy's neck and kissing his hastily as fingers press into his entrance and he tenses up a little.

"Shh, I know," the brunette whispers, "This will be over with fast, I just need to relax and it'll take like two minutes, Kay?"

"Okay." Patrick breathes.

There's a moment of silence as Joe slides one, then two fingers into his ass. It feels weird and has an edge of pleasure but they're fleeting feelings and Patrick doesn't get a ton.

Joe works the two fingers in and out of him, scissoring him open more and more until he can easily add a third.

"Mm, J-Joe." Patrick winces.

"Shh, I know." Joe whispers before going in as deep as he can and curls his fingers up against his stomach until...

"Oh fuck," Patrick breathes, bucking his hips up and holding onto the car door.

"That feel good?" Joe whispers.

"Ah, y-yeah." Patrick grunts.

The taller boy pulls his fingers out and quickly rolls a condom over his length, making sure to slick it up with as much live as he can. He'd done his research before this. They both had.

"Kay I'm gonna like... put my dick in you now." Joe says awkwardly.

Patrick chuckles and pulls him down to kiss him, tongues fighting for dominance and neither really wins, but that's okay.

Patrick feels the top's tip prodding his entrance and he instinctively opens his legs a little more to let the boy in.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

Joe takes a breath, "One, two, three."

He begins to slide in, slowly and steadily and surprisingly enough, it doesn't hurt as much as Patrick had expected.

"Feeling okay?" Joe asks, still sliding in.

"Yeah, hurts a little but it's okay." Patrick replies, taking a breath and feeling as Joe bottoms out, "give me a moment."

"Yeah."

They sit there for a little and they shift so Patrick isn't leaning so uncomfortably against the door and Joe doesn't have to lean down so far from the roof of the car.

"Okay," Patrick whispers, "Slow, though. Please."

"Of course," Joe smiles, then leans down and pulls out a little, only to press back in. The thrusts are slow and soft and it's what they both want because it's not fucking, it's making love and it's their first time and it's what they both imagined it to be like. It's probably why they got together in the first place.

The guitarist's fingers move from Patrick's hair to his hips where he gently presses his fingertips to the skin and kisses Patrick with long, slow kisses and the singer thought he would never be so lucky and the thing is, the guitarist thought the same, it really is nice.

They keep the pace for a few minutes as steady as they can and eventually, Joe does begin to go a little faster so there's at least enough stimulation for them to come. They're still kissing each other and Patrick has his hands in Joe's hair and Joe has his fingers on Patrick's hips and Patrick's grinding down on Joe and Joe's thrusting up into Patrick. That's when he finds his prostate and that's when Patrick lets out a muffled cry.

Joe quickly tries it again, pulling away from the other's lips, "There?"

"Yeah, god, shit," Patrick breathes, "Feels good."

Joe begins thrusting a little faster so the car is rocking just the slightest and the slapping of skin is heard and Joe is still pounding into Patrick's spot on each thrust. It's bringing both of them closer and closer to the edge with each thrust and neither of them want it to end but both of them want to cum.

Eventually, Patrick pulls his fingers from Joe's hair and begins stroking himself, his hands working fast strokes while Joe kisses the boy harder, breaths mingling and tongues dancing until they're both whining and panting hard and Joe really doesn't want to cum first because it's what Pete calls, "sex logic," the bottom had to come first.

Joe begins working Patrick's cock faster so they're both jerking at the length.

"J-Joe, god, I'm gonna..."

"Come." Joe breathes and that's all it takes for Patrick to release in white spurts all over his stomach, crying out in pleasure.

Joe follows soon after into the condom and once they're done, Joe collapses on Patrick, panting heavily.

"Thank you," Patrick whispers after a few minutes, shutting his eyes and pressing his forehead to Joe's.

"I love you so much."

"I love you, too."