Ashlee’s obviously not in the mood to be teased tonight. Pete couldn’t really say why this is making it so impossible to resist teasing her; maybe it has something to do with the way she keeps tugging on his hair to get his mouth where she wants it. He kind of hopes that if he holds out a little bit longer, maybe she'll do it harder.
He curls a hand loosely around his own cock, and lays a row of soft, careful kisses on the inside of her thigh, slowly inching higher. Her legs fall open a little wider, her grip goes a little tighter in his hair, and he hides a grin against her leg, completely ignores her not-exactly-subtle guidance, and starts kissing gently down the inside of her other thigh.
She kicks him in the hip. Hard. "Peter Lewis Kingston motherfucking Wentz III-" his cock twitches in his grip, and he gives himself a little squeeze. Ash only curses during sex, and even then only rarely; it's still really fucking hot to him every single time. "-if you don't stop fucking around and get me off now, I will stop this bus, walk over, and have Patrick get me off. While we tie you up in the corner."
She growls the last few words, and it's a joke, just a friendly threat, payback for his teasing her, but oh, oh god, the image - he bucks up into his own fist, just once, fingers tightening to the point of pain, and comes all over his own chest.
Jesus Christ. He wasn't even close before.
He knows his face is flaming red when he lifts his head. Ashlee is staring at him with one eyebrow raised.
"Seriously? Did that just get you off?"
He can't really read her tone at all. There's some mockery and some fondness, but beyond that, he has no idea what she's thinking. "Um," he says.
"No, you know what, get me off now, talking later," Ashlee says, and this time when she pulls him down between her legs, he follows her lead without hesitation.
***********
"There's something I wanted to talk to you about. About Pete," Ashlee says. She sounds kind of serious.
Patrick pulls his headphones off and closes the laptop. Oh god, he hopes everything is okay with those two. He's never seen Pete as happy as he is with Ashlee, and he really couldn't stand watching him lose that.
He mentally shakes his head at his own pessimism. Talk about Pete and girlfriends, and his mind immediately jumps to the worst case scenario. Of course they're fine. Not that Ashlee doesn't come to him occasionally for Pete-related advice, but he very much doubts she'd come to him if they had real relationship problems.
Ashlee sits down on the couch opposite his with her legs crossed underneath her. "Look, I wanted this to come from me, so you can just tell me to fuck off if you want to, and he doesn't ever have to know. I really don't want to mess anything up between you two."
It's a weird beginning to the conversation, but Patrick just nods at her to continue. His and Pete's friendship has survived a suicide attempt, a whole bunch of years crammed together in close quarters, Pete's brooding and Patrick's temper, and more vicious arguments in the recording studio than he can even count at this point. He honestly doesn't think there's much that could fuck them up, at this point.
"Pete wants to see us sleeping together," Ashlee blurts, the words almost blurring together she says them so quickly, ducking her head at the end and giggling a little, nervously.
Except possibly that.
Patrick resists the urge to bang his head against the table. "How about we don't do that," he says. "Seriously, are you kidding me? I've seen what happens when his girlfriends cheat on him. Is this one of his self-destructive phases again? Because you have to distract him when he starts that shit, that never ends well."
"I. It wouldn't be cheating?" Ashlee says, sounding a little uncertain. "I mean, you still know him better than I do, maybe he is just being self-destructive or something, but, like. He seemed really into the thought? You know?" She's blushing a little, and Patrick thinks about what she's hinting at, Pete getting off to thoughts of her and Patrick together, and knows his face is turning a really unattractive shade of tomato red. His cock is starting to press against the zipper of his pants, but the way he's sitting will probably hide that. He tugs the laptop a little higher just in case.
It's not like he's never thought about Ashlee that way before, rarely and guiltily; she's Pete's girlfriend, he just really doesn’t want to go there even in his thoughts. But Patrick's only human, and she's gorgeous and smart and quirky. Of course he's thought about her.
"Anyway, just, like, think about it? Or talk to Pete, maybe. I mean, I don't even know if you'd be into…" She's giggling nervously again, flailing with her hands. "Yeah, so anyway. Oh god, this is so awkward, can we change the topic now? How about that Superbowl?"
"I'll... think about it," Patrick says awkwardly. Safe to say that he'll be doing a whole lot of thinking. Some of it probably with his hand down his pants. "Anyway, what about you? You'd be kind of a big part of this. I mean, would you even be into it?"
Ashlee's still blushing, but she's looking at him full on - looking him over, really, checking him out, and Patrick is suddenly very conscious of the wrinkled hoodie he fished out from underneath someone's bunk this morning, and the way his hair is sticking out every which way under his hat. For the first time during this whole conversation, her voice is free of any hesitation or doubts when she says, "Yeah. I would, actually, be really into that. So. Think about it."
Patrick's still staring at her when she leaves the room.
************
"Of course it wouldn't be cheating," Pete says when Patrick brings it up. He's sitting on the couch with his legs crossed under him, the exact same way Ashlee was sitting earlier. The thought makes Patrick smile a little. "God, I can't believe she just told you about that." He pulls his hood further over his head and shakes his bangs over his eyes, hiding his face. "I mean, she wouldn't be doing it to hurt me, or because she doesn't want me anymore, or because I fucked up somehow. And it would be you. Of course it would be different if it's you."
Pete's scuffing his feet against the carpet, embarrassed, but he says the words with complete conviction. "Look, I sure as hell don't want to pressure you into anything you're not into, but if you're worried about me… I'm not trying to fuck up our friendship, I'm not trying to fuck up my relationship, I just think it would be really, really hot."
There's probably a lot of things Patrick could say to argue with that; he just really doesn't want to.
************
They wait for a hotel night to do it. There's enough space in their little bedrooms at the back of the buses for two people to have sex in relative comfort, but Patrick's pretty sure that if you tried to add a third person, even one who only wants to watch, someone would get kicked in the head.
When Patrick walks into the room, Pete and Ashlee are already there, sprawled on the couch watching Idol. Patrick's been out talking to label execs all day, so he's still wearing a tie and his best fedora. He feel overdressed, ridiculous and a whole lot like a third wheel, even though they invited him. Ashlee doesn't give him a lot of time to think, though. She switches off the TV as soon as Patrick closes the door behind him, walks over in three long strides, pushes Patrick back against the door, and gives him a hard, lewd kiss.
Patrick stands frozen for several long, awkward seconds, his arms hanging stiffly down by his sides, but then the moment catches up to him. She smells really good, like expensive perfume and a little like Pete's cologne, and when he tentatively puts his arms around her, she feels warm and graceful against him. He opens his mouth to her and pulls her closer against him, lets her set the pace. He's always liked this, the moment when you kiss someone for the first time, the way everyone kisses differently and it's like you have to learn it all over again with each new person.
Ashlee's intense, shoving him up hard against the door, biting his lips a little. It's really hot. He'd bet Pete loves it, too. The thought makes his cock twitch, and then Ashlee's pressing closer, sliding one leg in between his, and he goes from half-hard to painfully hard so fast it makes his head swim. They're both panting when Ashlee backs away, the awkwardness of that first moment almost completely dispersed. Pete is watching them from the couch with wide, reverent eyes. "So this was a really good idea," he says, hushed, like he's worried about disturbing them.
Ashlee beams at him, the toothy, dorky grin that Patrick's never seen directed at anyone but Pete. "Totally, right?" she says gleefully.
It makes him feel flattered, but also a little like a cool new toy they're playing with for the first time, which is a little disconcerting. But then, threesomes where you're the third joining a couple are always a little awkward, aren't they?
"So where do you want to be?" he asks Pete.
Pete's eyes flick between them. "Um," he says, scuffing at the carpet. "I guess…"
He trails off, nervous or embarrassed. It's weird, because very few things embarrass Pete, and it's not like this is the first of his freaky kinks Patrick's ever found out about. But apparently this is different to Pete.
"You want us to tie you up?" Ashlee asks easily. She's by far the one among them handling this situation with the most grace. But then, Ashlee's always been fairly unflappable. It's probably got something to do with the way she grew up in the limelight, has been learning how to dodge awkward questions and mortifying situations with a photogenic smile since she was a little girl.
It's a completely different smile that she's directing at Pete now, though, eyes dark and a little predatory. "That's what you wanted, right, to be tied up in a corner, nothing you can do about it while Patrick fucks me."
Pete shivers and nods, his face red.
"Give me your tie," Ashlee says, turning to Patrick. He fumbles it off with clumsy fingers. Christ, he's a guitarist with stage fright, keeping control of his hands while he's nervous is how he makes a living. But right now, his palms are sweaty and his nails are catching in the simple knot.
"Hey, it's just us," Ashlee says, nudging his shoulder gently. "I totally got drunk and cried on your shoulder because Rolling Stone said something mean about me, of all things, and that dude made you watch a video of him drinking his own pee. You don't have to be nervous in front of us."
Her fingers are quick and sure when she takes the tie from him, and once again, the way she doesn't seem awkward about the situation at all makes it a whole lot easier to relax.
She gestures to Pete and he comes over immediately, eagerly, lets her tie his hands behind his back with Patrick's tie and kneels against the wall when she pushes down on his shoulder, holds himself very still while she loops the free end of the tie around a radiator pipe. He's fully dressed, jeans and socks and a t-shirt, but Patrick can see the hard line of his cock through the tight pants, and the muscles in his arms come into sharp relief when he strains against the tie a little.
He's gorgeous, and Patrick feels a sudden sharp wave of longing. Pete was his first serious crush, the first boy he ever felt anything but friendship for, and the first really good friend Patrick ever had. Patrick doesn't think he'll ever stop being just a little bit in love him.
But that's not what they invited him here for. He shouldn't be having these thoughts about his all-but-married best friend at all, not ever, but especially not now, when Ashlee's standing right next to him, giving him a mischievous smile and hooking one finger through his belt.
It's not like Ashlee's some sort of consolation prize here. Like winning the lottery, Pete frequently says about her, and Patrick agrees with every word of that.
***********
This is the greatest idea Ashlee's ever had, Pete’s pretty sure. And Ashlee's had a lot of good ideas. His shoulders already hurt a little from being held back so tightly, and his cock definitely hurts, he's that fucking hard.
Patrick's kissing Ashlee again, and they're so gorgeous together, the hottest thing Pete's ever even imagined. His hips twitch up into the air a little, automatically, and he makes an embarrassing whimpering sound when there's nothing to rub up against.
"Hush, don't distract me," Ashlee says absentmindedly, and then trails off into a shaky moan when Patrick's fingers slip below the hem of her short black dress.
From this angle, with her skirt bunching up a little over Patrick's hand, Pete can see that she's wearing her favourite pair of sexy underwear: the lacy red ensemble that she doesn't bother with all that often because a simple pair of boycut shorts on her will do just as much to Pete. He can tell that she's wet already, arching into the press of Patrick's fingers, her thighs clenching around his hand when he touches her just right.
"Ohgodohgodohgod," Pete catches himself whispering, under his breath, and he bites his own lip to make himself shut up.
Ashlee tugs her dress off over her head, leaving her in nothing but little scraps of red lace, and Pete hears Patrick's breath catch in his throat. He understands completely. Even after months, the sight of her like that is enough to take Pete's breath away, and he doesn't think he'll ever quite manage to get used to it.
Patrick, unsurprisingly enough, is totally smoother than him, managing to open her bra clasp with one hand while keeping that perfect rhythm against her clit with the other one, which is exactly the kind of multitasking Pete quite honestly sucks at. It's kind of weird to be proud of his best friend's sexual prowess like that, isn't it? Probably still less weird than the way it turns him on like crazy, though.
They're both ignoring Pete completely, now, all focused on each other. Ashlee's scratching at Patrick's back through his shirt, biting and sucking his throat above the open collar, leaving a series of stark pink bruises on his pale skin. Pete doesn't bruise easily like that, and he suspects she's enjoying the opportunity. She loves leaving marks.
This is the moment he'd been worried about, whenever he'd actually thought about it instead of imagining the scene with his hand around his cock: the moment where they'd forget about him, his best friend and his girlfriend all wrapped up in each other and him out on the sidelines. The idea had seemed so hot, in the fantasy, inside his brain; but he'd worried that in reality, he'd end up feeling rejected and ignored.
He needn't have worried. Pete's never been so turned on in his life, and there's no moment of feeling left out, either. Not that any of what they're doing is a show for his benefit. Patrick's clever fingers between her legs, the way Ashlee tears at his shirt so impatiently a few buttons go flying: this is what they're like, having sex. It's a lot hotter than a show would be.
But still he feels like part of what's going on, like there's this spark of connection, still. Ashlee carefully keeps both of them angled so he's got a good view, even while she's grinding down hard on Patrick's hand. This is turning you on so hard, isn't it? she asks him with a gently mocking rise of her eyebrow, and when Ashlee knocks Patrick's fedora to the floor and gets his shirt the rest of the way off, Pete rolls his eyes at the momentary flicker of discomfort on Patrick's face - Shut up, you're hot - and gets a shy smile in return.
Ashlee finally pulls away from Patrick's hand with a sigh and gestures to his pants. "Come on, off with those." She steps out of her own panties and stretches out on the bed, completely naked, legs slightly spread, watching Patrick with an appreciative smile on her face. Patrick just stands there for a long moment, staring at her, with his hands frozen on his belt buckle like he's forgotten what it is or how it might possibly work. Not as smooth as all that, now.
Finally he manages to fumble his belt open, dropping his pants and boxers on the floor, and gets up on the bed, in between Ashlee's spread thighs. He takes his time going down, teasing her just a little, licking her nipples and kissing her stomach, her thighs, but he doesn't drag it out the way Pete likes to do.
Pete can't really see that much from here - well, no. Pete can see a whole lot from here. Patrick's ass, for one thing, all round and tempting with him on his knees between Ashlee's legs; the pale stretch of his back in sharp contrast to Ashlee's tanned leg wrapped around it; Ashlee's naked, perfect body all stretched out on the bed, tense and restless, hips hitching up towards Patrick's mouth.
What he can't actually see much of is what Patrick's doing to her, beyond the occasional flash of tongue when Patrick moves his head at just the right angle. But Ashlee's noises make it pretty damn clear that whatever he's doing, it's really working for her.
Her leg wraps more tightly around him, pulling him in even closer, and she's got a hand tangled up in his hair, too, directing his movements. Pete is torn between being envious of Patrick and being envious of her and just really, desperately wanting to touch himself. The tie around his hands is probably all stretched out of shape by now, he's pulled it so taut: trying to get closer to them, trying to get his hand free, simply enjoying the way it holds him back.
Ashlee's really close now, he can tell. She always gets really loud in the seconds just before, but then she comes on this single quiet, contented sigh, as if in that moment, everything is perfect in her world and she's happy just to float in the pleasure. Pete loves that little noise more than anything.
Something about it obviously gets to Patrick, too; he reaches down and grabs his own cock hard with his left hand, not stroking, just squeezing down the way you do when you're suddenly way too close to the edge.
Don't stop now, Pete wants to tell him. She can come at least one more time like this, and she really loves that second time, when she's already all sensitive and blissed out. Turns out he doesn't have to say it, though; Patrick just hauls her leg up into a different position, stretches his neck a little, and keeps right on going.
"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck," Ashlee mutters, her voice all broken and scratchy now. "Pete, fuck, he's so good at this," and Pete almost dislocates his own shoulder trying to get a hand on his dick. It doesn't work; he's still trapped.
Patrick makes her come a second time and seems perfectly willing to try for a third, but she bats his hand away, collapsing limply back onto the bed. "Fucking hell," she says, "Gimme a moment."
Patrick's grinning, smug and happy. He wipes his mouth carefully with a corner of the sheet and then crawls up the bed to kiss her, a little shyly like he's not sure that's welcome right now. Ashlee happily licks right into his mouth, though, stroking his arms, a lot more gentle now than she was before. There are bright reds streaks on Patrick's shoulders, scratch marks, like she was clawing at his shoulders while he was eating her out. Pete didn't even notice, he was so focused on her face by the end of it.
"Now, come on," Ashlee says, and Patrick pulls back a little too quickly. It's the first time he's really let it show that he must be at least as desperate as Pete is by now.
"How do you -"
"Just like this," Ashlee says, pulling him down on top of her and hooking a leg over his shoulder.
They'd talked about this, before - they're all three of them tested, and she's on birth control - but neither that, nor the many times Pete's imagined this moment with his hand on his dick have prepared him for the reality of it, how fucking hot it would be to watch Patrick slide inside her like that, skin on skin. Pete stops so much as breathing for a minute, just completely struck dumb with lust, watching Patrick's dazed expression, Ashlee moaning and biting her lip, moving back eagerly into his first slow, careful thrusts. Patrick’s panting, making low, moaning noises, and his skin is shining with sweat, but he’s still holding back, waiting for Ashlee.
Pete twists his hands against the tie, his entire body straining towards them, and suddenly watching isn’t quite enough anymore. He wants to be with them; be the one fucking Ashlee, the one getting fucked. Still, the feeling of helplessness, of desperation, is hot as fuck, and when Ashlee turns her head, holding his eyes as she comes, smiling, he’s so close it’s almost physically painful. The lightest touch would be enough, right now. But there’s nothing to rub up against, and the tie is holding him fast.
Patrick’s almost as close, he can tell; his thrusts are short and erratic now, and his hands are clenching hard in the sheets.
"Stop," Ashlee says, so out of nowhere it takes Pete a second to register the word. Patrick stops moving immediately, though, blinking down at her, the muscles in his shoulders and hips bunched tight like it's taking him physical effort not to move.
"Ash?" he says, his voice rough and shaky.
"You want to come in Pete's mouth?" she says, and Pete feels his hips twitch hard against thin air.
Patrick's looking at him, eyes wide, staring at his mouth; he's licking his lips, Pete realizes. "Pete?" Patrick asks, voice strangled, and Pete nods hard, feeling himself blushing with how eager he is for this.
"Yeah. Please," he says, and Patrick's at his side with two long steps, dragging Ashlee along by their laced hands. She's grinning, open and happy, gorgeous, and fuck, he loves her so much. Loves them both so much.
Patrick stops in front of him, looking down at him a little hesitantly, like he's not quite sure what he's allowed to do, with Pete all bound up and helpless like this. But Pete's just about had all the teasing he can handle, and it feels like he's been straining for a touch for hours. He leans forwards as much as his ties will allow, pulling against the sharp, satisfying ache of his bound arms, and licks a long stripe up the side of Patrick's cock. He can taste Ashlee on Patrick's skin, fuck, this is the craziest, hottest thing that's ever even happened to him.
Patrick moans and takes a step forward, coming into easier reach, and Ashlee's hand is in his hair, guiding him down, gentle but firm, and it's so easy to lose himself in it, caught between the both of them, their combined taste on his tongue. It doesn't take Patrick long at all to come, and for a moment Pete is almost disappointed at how quickly it's over. But then they're both dropping to their knees beside him, their hands tangling on his cock, finally, finally touching him, and he drops his head onto Ashlee's shoulder and comes with a loud, grateful moan.
He's only half aware of someone untying his arms and helping him to his feet, urging him into the soft hotel bed. He drops onto it face down, curling up between the both of them. His entire body is humming with drowsy contentment, the pinprick feeling of blood returning into his hands far away and unimportant.
**********
Patrick wakes up maybe half an hour later. Ashlee and Pete are still fast asleep, tangled tightly together. Pete's smiling a little in his sleep, looking very young and unguarded, and Ashlee's making little snuffling sounds with every breath. Looking at them makes his heart clench. He turns away quickly, pulling his boxers and pants back on. This was never meant to be more than a hot, fun one-time thing, and he's not about to make things awkward for any of them. He'll go back to his room now, and tomorrow this will just be one more crazy thing in their long history of crazy things they've done, something they'll joke about.
He's hoping he can just sneak out of the room, postpone any talking until tomorrow when he'll feel a little less raw, but Pete lifts his head while Patrick is still buttoning up his shirt.
"Hey, what are you doing?" His voice comes out low and sleep-rough, but it's still enough to wake Ashlee, who blinks up at him sleepily.
"Patrick?"
"Shh, go back to sleep," he says. "Just going back to my room."
"What? Why? Stay with us," Pete says, and Patrick shifts uncomfortably, fingers fiddling with the topmost button on his shirt. He'd really been hoping to avoid this conversation. Pete's hair is sticking up wildly in the back, and Ashlee has pillow creases on her face. They look warm and comfortable, unbearably endearing, and his chest is aching with how much he wants to lie back down with them.
He looks to Ashlee for support - he's pretty sure she'll want some alone time with Pete after this. Her smile is so knowing that he almost flinches back from it, suddenly, terrifyingly sure that she knows. Fuck, this was such a stupid idea. In love with his best friend and half in love with her already, the only sane thing to do would have been to keep repressing the hell out of that shit. And instead he went and slept with them.
"Sorry," he tells her, meaning the entire fucked-up situation and his stupid feelings. Pete frowns up at him, confused, but she just shakes her head lightly, and god, yeah, she knows.
He's bracing himself for whatever she'll say, but she only shakes her head again, smiling. "Stay with us," she says, and then Pete is reaching out for his arm and tugging him back into bed. Ashlee leans across Pete, one arm braced on his shoulder, and kisses him, long and hard.
"Stay," she says again. Pete is still clutching his arm, almost hard enough to bruise, and he nods at her words.
Patrick's heart is beating hard against his chest. This is maybe the stupidest idea any of them have ever had, and the thought of how badly he could end up fucking things up - Pete and Ashlee's relationship, their friendship, the band - is terrifying. And yet, he can't even imagine pulling away from them right now. "Yeah, yeah, okay," he says, and Pete makes a triumphant sound and scrambles over him, putting Patrick in the middle between them and kneeing him in the side in the process.
"Fucking - Pete! Watch it!" but he's laughing, suddenly, brilliantly happy, Pete curled possessively around his back and Ashlee stretched out along his front, their hands laced tightly on top of him.
The End