Ship: Mikey/Patrick
Words: 499

I didn't read the prompt right. Oops.

"We should play spin the bottle."

Brendon had never had the best ideas for games and I was never the most enthusiastic about anything everyone else did. I mean... yeah, I'll participate, but I don't usually like to. I'd rather watch than actually kiss someone. But it's what everyone agreed to so...

I sigh as I lean back against he couch, still part of the circle with Joe, Andy, Patrick, Pete, Gerard, Frank, Ryan, Ray, and Brendon.

"I'll go first." The brunette says with a smirk. He quickly chugs the rest of his beer and sets it in the middle, spinning it hard with his index and thumb.

It goes and goes, past Joe and Andy and Patrick and I. Gerard, Pete, Frank, Ryan, and Ray. Around again, past the ten of us and eventually stopping on the emo boy between Gerard and Frank.

Pete sighs but stands up and sits back down in front of Brendon.

"How drunk are you?" Pete asks.

"69."

I don't say a word as Brendon attacks Pete's lips, cringing just slightly when Pete tries to pull back but Brendon only pulls him closer.

Finally, Pete's able to get away from Brendon, shuddering as he returns to his place beside Frank.

Pete grabs the edge of the bottle and spins it, much softer than Brendon and... it ends up pointing to me.

I only sigh and let out a soft groan when he gets up again and straddles my lap.

"Sorry." He whispers just before his lips rest on mine for a moment. There isn't much moving of our lips, just awkwardly resting one on the other until he pulls back and returns to his seat.

"Your turn Mikes." Brendon giggles, obviously very drunk.

"Shut up before I cut off that goddamn forehead of yours." I growl, spinning the bottle so it passes by all of them and ends up on Patrick.

He looks up at me, an eyebrow raised before he moves to straddle me just like Pete before him, his hands resting on my shoulders comfortably.

"Show me the best you've got, Babe." I tease, cracking a small smile. He only cups my jaw and kisses me hard. His lips moving faster than I think they have before and it's hard for me to keep up.

He eventually forces me farther back, laying on my back with his hands pinning my wrists above my head. The kiss only gets more intense from there until I'm blushing hard and forcing him off of me with a, "There are people here."

The blonde laughs softly and returns to his space beside Andy.

When I sit back up, everyone is staring with wide eyes and I think Pete has a bit of a bulge in his jeans.

Patrick only spins the bottle like nothing happened and people try to ignore the fact that Patrick basically dominated me.

I'm gonna pay him back later.