#bedussy

When Pete suggested doing a stunt for Bedussy, Patrick was expecting a punch or jumping off his parents roof, not…waterboarding.

 He had to admire his commitment, letting Patrick duct tape him to the chair, his wrists would definitely be red and chafed the next day. To Pete, this was a dream having Patrick looming over him like this, even if it was for their movie or whatever this was. Chris had left due to some issue with his girlfriend an hour ago, leaving the camera and tripod with the two boys to continue dicking around. 

“Are you sure, I don’t wanna accidentally kill you-“ Patrick sighed, checking with him for the millionth time that he was positive about being, you know, Waterboarded. 

“Dude come on, it’s not like you're gonna do it for hours, it's one take” Pete grinned, the same grin he gave when something was bound to go wrong. 

Patrick pushed the red button on the camcorder, the red light popping on.  

“You gonna talk?” Patrick put on the voice he had for Bedussy. It was almost an accent, but not quite. 

“I swear man, I’m not wearing a wire-“ Pete couldn’t keep a straight face his whole ramble. There wasn’t a script or anything, so he just spoke, word vomit if you will. Patrick pulled the washcloth out of his pocket with a dramatic thwop. 

“What man? You gonna wipe my face man?” Pete laughed, he was a horrible actor. 

“Shut the fuck up” Patrick snapped, his eyes completely betraying the ‘hard’ persona. His hand found the back of Pete’s head rather quickly, his fingers locking in his hair. He pulled back, forcing his head to face the ceiling. “Gonna get you to admit-“ he grumbles putting the washcloth over Pete’s mouth and nose. “You’re a fucking snitch” Patrick growled. 

Pete’s breath caught in his throat, something about this was overwhelmingly attractive. Whether it was Patrick’s tone of voice or the hard grip on his hair, he could feel the blood rushing to his dick. With the ease of a newborn calf, Patrick grabbed the water bottle with one hand, opening it with his teeth. He spat the cap to the ground, giving Pete a last ‘are you sure?’ look. Pete nodded slightly and Patrick poured a small bit of water onto the washcloth. Not enough to waterboard him of course, but enough for the stunt to look…okay. Pete grumbled as the water hit his lower face, he wanted more, for Patrick to actually try. It had to look real. Patrick caught on to his furrowed brow and poured more. As the towel became soaked, breathing became harder. Pete could feel his gag reflex tightening. He sputtered out a cough, which let water enter his throat. He choked out a whine. His breathing was shallow and clearly desperate. And yet he didn’t use the signal they had set, which was hitting Patrick in the thigh, the only movement his bound hands could muster. After about 30 seconds Patrick let go of his hair, moving to turn off the camera, having definitely gotten enough footage. Pete let his head fall forward, the washcloth now soaked, falling to his lap. He took several deep breaths, trying to catch up on the missing oxygen.

 “You okay?” Patrick puts his hand on his shoulder, caressing his thumb back and forth to sooth the man. 

“That- that was-“ Pete was at a seeming, loss for words. “Do it again” He finally found his footing, his eyes pleading. “Like, another take?” Patrick looked at him confused. “No, no no it was really hot-“ 

“You found that hot?” Patrick cut him off immediately. His gaze skeptical. Only Pete Wentz would find waterboarding hot. Pete just nodded, hoping, praying Patrick would agree. “You freak” he exhaled, standing in-front of him. He was used to Pete’s constant advances, but this was a new low. “You found, choking on water hot?” He exhales.