"Pete?" Patrick is home. Gabe and Travis are sitting on the bed, Travie has a firm grip on my arm so I can't bail. "Bedroom" I yell. Travis' grip tightens and I gulp, I really don't want to do this. "What's going on?" Patrick glares at Travis. "Patrick, this is my hubby" Travie kisses Gabe's cheek, Gabe sends Patrick a soft smile that Patrick doesn't return. "Pete what's going on" Patrick's frowning and doesn't look very happy to see Travis.

"Pete kissed my husband," Gabe tells Patrick, Patrick strikes my face with the back of his hand. "Fuck" I gasp. "Asshole" Patrick growls and grips my jaw with his hand. "I'm sorry," I tell him, he laughs and I can feel his nails digging into my cheek. "Patrick chill," Travie says and pulls me back so he can wrap his arms around me. "You kissed my fucking boyfriend, how am I going to chill?" He exclaims and pulls me out of Travis grip. "Get out, right fucking now I don't want to see you again" Patrick growls. Gabe and Travis rise and exit the room. If looks could kill then Patrick would have killed me a while ago, he was glaring at me and I felt very intimidated.

He grabs my shirt and pulls me closer, but just so he can smash our lips together and pin me against the wall. "You fucking cheater, you disgusting asshole" he growls against my lips and rolls his hips against mine. He pulls my shirt up and leaves it bunched up under my armpits, he unhooks his belt and pulls it out of its loops. "On the bed" he orders, I obey him and stumble over to the bed with the shirt still awkwardly stuck under my arms.

"On your knees," he says and grabs my wrists once I've moved into the position that he asked for. He has his belt in some weird loop, he slips my wrists one in each loop and pulls it tight. "Kinky" I giggle but he shuts me up by pushing my head into the pillow "stay there." He tugs my jeans and boxers off, he kept one hand on my ass and rubs it softly with his thumb. I hear the sound of a cap snapping open then Patrick slowly pushes a lubed up finger into my ass. I groan, it hurts even though he had just fucked me yesterday. He soon adds another finger and starts to scissors his fingers inside of me, I moan when he curls them and thrust my hips back.

"You're a fucking slut Pete, you kiss Travis but now you're a moaning mess in front of me." He laughs and slaps my ass. He starts to push and third finger into me next to the two digits that he had been pumping in and out of me. I moan when his finger tips touch my prostate, he smirks and slowly pulls them out. I hear him tear open a condom, he might of just prepped me for a good ten minutes but I know he's going to fuck me until I'm weak.

He thrusts into me with our hesitation, I moan and he grabs my hips. We start moving together in a rhythm, him thrusting at a fast pace and me moving with every thrust. He's holding back, I can tell. "Don't need to hold back... can take it" I'm not sure if he understood me because it was probably muffled by the pillow but a few seconds later he snaps his hips and I fall limp onto the bed. He doesn't mind he just pulls my hips up a bit and holds them up while slamming into me. I clench my thighs, my stomach is knotting and my body is shaking with pleasure.

"Fucking slut" He groans and slaps my ass again, that tips me over the edge and spill all over the bed and my stomach. I fall limp onto the bed and Patrick pounds into me, my hips are probably purple. My post orgasm haze is starting to fade but then Patrick comes and yells my name. "Fuck" I groan as he pulls out. HE ties off the condom and throws it in the waste basket. "Can you get my wrists out of this fucking belt?" I ask, he laughs and takes the belt off. "You okay?" I nod and he smiles "your ass is gonna burn tomorrow."

an: this is really short im sorry and heres horrible smut, im sorry i tried