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Translation: Fae (
Original version: http: / / lordessrenegade.livejournal.com/316532.html
Rating: NC17 Warnings: slash , lemon
Words: 963 translation, the original 945
Disclaimer: all the characters are really existing, all the events depicted are fictional, not intended to give true representation of events and characters, and blah blah blah.
Notes:
translated with the collaboration of
p_will
during our trip on the Eurostar HJF post-Mestre Milan, scandalizing with a carriage full of educated discussions like "what do you think there is best 'fuck' or 'erection'? o.รจ "* rolls over and dies *
plant a kiss beside his ear and back into place. Patrick once a page. Joe is asleep, Andy continues to drive, and there are three and a half minutes of blessed silence until Pete asked again, "Truth or Dare?"
"I'm not playing, Pete," says Patrick. Pete sees the reflection of nod in the rearview mirror. Two minutes.
"It is not trick or treat, Pete, will not give you candy even if you keep trying."
"Trick or treat," says Pete, and then leans forward by adding "I want your candy, Patrick," a voice low and ominous right next to his ear. Patrick
hands him a slap in the head. Pete sits down.
"Truth or Dare?" asks again, maybe five minutes later.
"I'm going to get a fucking gag in her mouth" Patrick announces to the seat back to Andy.
"You are going to put on a cock and a gag in her mouth?" Pete asks cheerfully. "Perverse, PStump." [1]
"Not in the van, we have to stay there all sitting" Joe mumbles, then turns, puts his face against the back and collapsed again.
Patrick awaits the arrival of the next "Truth or Dare?", Wondering if Andy would continue to drive the same when Pete was thrown on the highway, but Pete was silent for a while ', and Patrick is about to fall asleep over his magazine when he hears the seat beside him sink.
"Hello," Pete exclaimed happily, and is pressed against the side of Patrick.
"Hmph," Patrick mumbles in response.
"Patrick" Pete whispers against his neck, and Patrick is to move away, but does not come away with crab spread on Pete. "Patrick, nobody wants to play Truth or Dare with me."
"Why have all already played with you" reminds him Patrick.
"We have to find new bands to go with on tour, "Pete ponders, and sighs deeply, her breath caressing his hair along the neck of Patrick.
" Sure, I'll "replies Patrick. They sit in silence for a while ', Pete looks at the way through Patrick is in the window while asleep. Pete is warm against his side, his breath that just tickles, and as he relaxes his hand slips on the leg.
Patrick just once, suddenly more awake, but Pete simply approach him, whispering something and pressing her face against his neck.'s fingers against his leg taking a slow draw routes, and Patrick feels going up in flames while thinking of anything in the world that can stop him to become hard. Not successful for long.
"Pete," he says in a tone of warning, and Pete stifles a laugh on his neck, the route traced by his fingers, expanding, expanding against his thigh, venturing to the top.
remain so for what seems like hours, for whole states, for hundreds of miles while passing Patrick firmly fixed gaze out the window, forcing her hips to avoid slipping just below, leaving the land Pete's hand on his fuck. It 's a challenge to those who give first, and Patrick has never met anyone able to get the better of Pete.
The van is taking a curve when Pete is a tendency on, press a kiss lips open just below the ear and whispers, Patrick "Obligation," and Patrick is on the verge of surrender when the van suddenly took place, and Andy announces "Supply" from the driver's seat.
"Fuck it," says Pete, and Andy to do a sort of confused, then shrugged and park when Pete did not respond. "First for the bathroom!" proclaims Pete, detached from the side of Patrick. "Or, you know what," proposes, with Patrick doing a grin under the bright lights of the station. "Let those who come first." His eyes dart to the front of the trousers of Patrick, and Patrick exasperated sighs, taking her face in her hands.
"You're so generous," says, extending a kick in the direction of Pete and dismounts from the van. The bathrooms are on the back, and Joe shows no sign of want them to follow, so let Patrick Pete dart forward, following him slowly. It 's only when the door closes behind them, and Pete is the lock that Patrick touches him again, and slipped his hands behind his back, and hold while Pete goes wildly against his body, stuck to him, kissing him desperately with hands buried in her hair.
"Come here," pants, reaching out a hand to Patrick's pants, "I -" but Patrick is already slipping into the knee, with the need to come but even more with the need of bringing Pete first, to feel her legs tremble as he tries to support himself, to listen to her breathe broken Patrick just takes it between his lips, because if you should lose this game then lose in spectacular fashion. And that's exactly what he does, leaning on the cold tile, fingers fumbling with his pants Pete, opening, pulling it out and then taking it in her mouth, sucking, licking, feeling it tremble with the effort not to go forward. It does not take long before Pete mumbled, "Hey, hey, I'm, you should," and Patrick retracts but just continues to keep him in the mouth and swallows around him.
Pete is still gasping when Patrick gets up, it gives him a minute, leans against the wall, waiting for his breath and rectify it rearranges the pants. Then he leans close to his ear with a smirk. "It's up to you," he says. "Truth or Dare?"
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[1] In the original:
"I'm gonna fucking gag you." "You're gonna fuck and gag me?"
. I could not keep the play sull'assonanza, of course, so I had to make do: D