GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN. BAD GIRLS GO BACKSTAGE.
an au where art and patrick are bonded by music and an unfortunate habit of falling for the exact same type of girl.
π note: hi angels! hope you like this. it's not proofread and english is not my first language so i apologize in advance if writing sucks. not sure if i'll write pt.2 but i do have more ideias for this plot...... cw: +18. mdni. threesome. praise/degradation. drunk sex. unprotected sex. petnames. cumplay (if you squint). idk. shit gets nasty.
art was the kind of kid who wouldn't stay still. he was well-behaved, sure, but he had that kind of curiosity that turned into restlessness. he'd throw himself into every extracurricular thing he could get his hands on. by twelve, he could already hold his own on both drums and guitar.
his grandmother rarely said no when those blue eyes lit up asking for something. she put up with the noise, let him practice, let his friends come over to play and sat on the couch when their little band wanted to βperformβ for her. even back then, patrick was already the frontman, the one whose energy moved everything and held the act together.
so yeah, it started as a joke. now the band wasnβt exactly serious either. it was just a hobby, a distraction named velvet.Β
they'd play gigs in pubs and at a few events around town. nothing big. mostly indie-rock covers: stuff from the killers, the strokes, and a lot of arctic monkeys. it made them some cash, but it was more about the thrill of being on stage and the joy of sharing something that kept them close. it was also for the girls, especially if youβd ask patrick.
when you met him on campus for the first time, he was hanging a poster for their upcoming show.
βhey,β he said, pointing at the poster with one hand when you came closer to check it out. βyou should come this friday. the guys play some really good music. iβm the vocalist, but my opinion still counts, right?β he grinned.
that was enough to convince you. well, the fact that he was tall and had strong arms didnβt hurt either. plus, it wasnβt like you had much to do on friday anyway. so naturally, you picked a mini skirt, your favorite pair of boots, and a friend to drag along.
the place had a decent crowd, but it wasnβt packed. the two of you ended up getting a good spot, front and center, right where patrick could set his eyes on you again.Β
his vocals were cutting through the room β low and raspy, keeping up with the tune of βthe adults are talkingβ. he was charismatic like a real star, making eyes at the crowd, taking up space on stage, and pulling the other guys into his orbit.
βyou forgot to mention they were all hot,β your friend julia said, laughing into your ear.
βi only knew patrick before tonight.β
but she was right. they were all pretty cute. the drummer sat a little hidden off to the left, but you could still make out his angelic features under the red lights.Β
he was looking at you. probably amused by your white crop top that read βsay no to drugs and yes to drummersβ.
you werenβt sure if the set was done or if they were just taking a break, but the band stepped off stage for a bit. not long after, you spotted patrick at the bar with his friends, nodding for you to come over.
βnice shirt,β patrick said with a grin. βsince youβre clearly into drummers, this is art.β
the guy behind him smiled, just a little, like he was as surprised by the intro as you were.Β
βitβs just a shirt. you donβt need to get jealous,β you teased, raising an eyebrow at the brunette. βbut your friend did kill it on stage.β
βband rule: we donβt get jealous over groupies.β he winked, watching you a little too closely, like he wanted to see if youβd flinch.
god, he was annoying. the kind of guy who flirted by stressing you out. and he knew he looked damn good doing it.
you shot him a look. βwhat if iβm just here for the music?β
βthen both art and i end the night crying,β he joked, and wandered off to go hassle someone else.
art was still standing there, awkward but not moving away. there was a heat crawling up the back of his neck, stupid and fast. his fingers twitched at his side like they were searching for something to hold onto: a drink, a cigarette, anything.
βyou were really good up there,β you said, quieter this time.
βuh, thanks. i saw you during the set. kind of hard to miss.β
you tilted your head. βbecause of the shirt?β
he hesitated, then looked right at you this time. βno. not just that.β
behind you, juliaβs laugh rang out sharp and warm, unmistakably hers. you turned and saw her leaning into the bassist, the two of them locked in some kind of back-and-forth that looked suspiciously like flirting.
long story short? by the time the pub started clearing out, they invited you both to tag along to a friendβs place. no one questioned it. it just sort of happened, like gravity pulling the night forward.
the weed came out somewhere between opening beers and stealing the couch cushions. patrick lit up with one hand and passed it around like he owned the air.
everyone was talking over each other, laughing while recalling band stories or demanding for more alcohol to be poured. still, your attention was focused.Β
pat was sitting on the floor, across from you and art to your right. they exchanged subtle looks like they could communicate in silence but you had decoded the tension by now.Β
both clearly wanted you, but it didnβt feel like they were competingβ¦ just waiting.Β
βso, how often does this happen?β you asked.Β
βwhat exactly?β art asked, voice too innocent to be real.
βyou two going after the same girl.β
βdepends,β the brunette drawled smoothly, voice roughened just enough, βare you asking because you want us to fight over you or you want to know if we share?β
βoh, i wouldnβt want you guys to fight. iβm not a homewrecker.β you laughed, secretly still studying their faces. βjust want to know if i should be flattered or if you do have a record of falling for the same type of women.βΒ
art took a sip from his beer, then stared at the bottle like he knew patrick was going to say something embarrassing.Β
βthere was this one girl, tashi. my ex. art ran into her bed to make her feel better when we broke up. but i forgave him.β
well, there it was. a reason for artβs ears and cheeks to get even redder. he tried to explain himself but patrick didnβt even listen, just kept going.
βand there was alice, in highschool. but she was the one who asked to kiss both of us. said it was her birthday gift, so naturally we couldnβt say no.βΒ
βwell, so you do share.β
βupon request, yes... i also help arthur out when heβs too shy to make a move, which happens oftenβΒ
βreal charitable, patrickβ¦ why donβt you shut the fuck up?β art muttered, but it didnβt have much bite.Β
you sipped your drink, watching them bounce off each other like this was just how it always was. it was kind of cute, honestly. the way they talked over each other, the way art tried to hide how much he actually cared what came out of patrickβs mouth. something about it clicked in a way you werenβt expecting.
βso,β you said, grinning, βhow long have you two been dating?β
the blonde one choked on his beer. the other one snorted. two complete opposites, fire and ice.Β
βweβre not ββ art started, cheeks going red again.
βyeah, he hasnβt had the balls to make a move on me yet.β pat joked, reaching his hand to playfully mess with artβs hair. βhe thinks iβm out of his league.βΒ
something flickered in the space between their laughs. something in the way art didnβt quite look at him, and the way patrick didnβt stop grinning, like the edge of the truth was brushing up against both of them.
you didnβt know it, but band nights did get wild sometimes: late sets, green rooms with no real locks, adrenaline running high. nights where patrick would be deep into some random girl moaning on an old couch and art would be just steps away, pressed against her even more random friend in the shadows, trying not to pay attention. doing his best not to stare at the way patrickβs hips moved and how his hands wrapped perfectly around soft curves. trying not to get fixated on the sounds he made, rough and breathless.Β
he never talked about those nights. not really. but he remembered them too clearly.
julia called your name from across the room. her voice cut through the haze, laced with whatever new discovery sheβd made.
βcome here. the guys made pizza!β
you excused yourself with a smile and headed her way, weaving past the tangle of bodies and bottles. patrick watched you go, then turned to art with a very familiar expression, a grin that always meant trouble.
βyou gonna shoot your shot or just sit there looking like a kicked puppy?β
art blinked. βwhat?β
βdonβt act confused. youβve been staring at her like sheβs the second coming of christ all night.β
βfuck off.β
βno, seriously. itβs cute.β patrick leaned in a little, voice dropping low, amused. βyouβre in love already, huh?β
art shook his head quickly, but the tips of his ears betrayed him, flushed deep red. βsheβs clearly more into you,β he mumbled. βyouβre the one making her laugh.β
βbecause iβm funny,β patrick said, deadpan. βthatβs not the same as her wanting my dick.β
βit usually is.βΒ
βgod, youβre hopeless.βΒ
you came back a few moments later, hands empty. βtheyβve managed to make premade pizza go wrong. itβs cold, ugly and disgusting.β
βhideous,β patrick agreed immediately. βbut not as disgusting as you ditching me.β
βi was gone for two minutes.β
βlongest two minutes of my life.β
you rolled your eyes, but still let him pull you into his lap when you went to sit back down. and thatβs when he took another hit from the blunt, held it, then leaned forward, tapping his fingers gently against your jaw until you turned toward him. no warning, no question. he brought his mouth close and exhaled the smoke straight past your lips.Β
the kiss you shared wasnβt rushed or desperate. it was very intentional, with one of patrickβs hands holding on to your waist like heβd never be done exploring your mouth.Β
art didnβt hang around for long. heβd moved to the other side of the room, engaged in shallow conversations and looked away fast when you glanced his way. he was busy trying not to wonder what your mouth would taste like if he had been the one to offer the smoke.
βyou want him too, donβt you?β pat asked in a low voice as he ran his nose down your neck softly, just to bite into it. his voice didnβt carry any judgment or jealousy, just pure unfiltered curiosity.Β
βheβs cute.β
βoh, i know.β he admitted with a small laugh. βif i get you what you want, will you be able to take it? or are you just being greedy?β
he was toying with your mind, letting the possibility sit there within reach. he was clearly in charge of your body too, hand moving to your thigh, slightly parting your legs so the miniskirt would look even more obscene. no one else was paying attention to the two of you.
just art. his blue eyes wandering shamelessly from your black lace panties peeking out, to patrickβs smirk.
βiβve never done this before.β you said, honestly.Β
βweβll go easy on you,β patrick said, his fingers lazy where they traced a slow line up your thigh. βheβs a good boy and i donβt bite too hard either.β
he stood then, giving your hand a small tug and guiding you down the hallway. the bedroom he pushed you into was messy, something you could tell even with the lights off. pat lit a single lamp on the nightstand, the low light casting warm reflections over your skin as he got you to lie down on the mattress.
you didnβt have much time to think. his hands were on your hips again, one knee between your legs, mouth already on yours, moving slow and confident, coaxing. he kissed like someone who knew how to get what he wanted, but didnβt mind taking his time getting there.
βyouβre too beautiful,β he murmured against your skin. βlet me see you.β
the crop top was gone quickly, revealing your breasts sitting perfectly in a black bra. his mouth watered at the sight, but he didnβt rush β just leaned down to kiss your lips again, deliciously slow. one of his hands traveled up your skirt, fingers lightly tracing where your panties had gone damp.
your head tipped back on instinct, eyes closing as you felt his digits push the fabric to the side and finally touch you how you needed it with his thumb pressuring small circles on your clit.Β Β
you were so lost in the moment that you didnβt even notice patrick clumsily balancing his phone with the wrong hand, thumb fumbling the screen as he typed. the text to art was simple:Β
| βsos. need a condom.βΒ
he knew it would work. would lure him in. and it did. art did anything for him.
less than five minutes later there was a knock on the door.Β
you startled at first: legs snapping closed, eyes locking on patrickβs in quiet panic.
βitβs just art,β he said calmly, placing a sweet kiss to your jaw. βgonna let him in, ok? weβre going to take good care of you.βΒ
you nodded, head already consumed by the fantasy of being the center of their attention. dripping at the thought.Β
he opened the door just a crack. art stood there holding the foil square like it burned his hand.
βthanks,β patrick said. and then he opened the door wider.
βpat β β art barely got the word out before being interrupted.
βcome on, man. donβt be shy.β the brunette said with a smile. βwe both want you here. doubles the fun.β
art stumbled into the room before he could stop himself, face lit up crimson. he looked everywhere except you, until his eyes inevitably dropped and there you were, lying across the bed, hair splayed, skirt rumpled up, those soaked black panties still on display.
patrick stepped close behind him, lips brushing the shell of his ear, βdonβt make herΒ beg, hm? show her how much you want her.β
their dynamic was amusing to watch. it felt like art obeyed out of habit, knowing it was safe to walk into whatever patrick picked for him.Β
he crawled up to your body, eyes fixated on your lips. βcan i?β he asked, waiting for your confirmation before leaning in.Β
art kissed you like heβd been holding back for hours. flammable, trembling, hands shaky as they palmed your waist and chest.
you couldn't hold back a moan as you felt patrick get back in the bed, his face finding your neck, hand traveling to your back and unclasping the bra with practice. it soon joined your top on the floor.Β
βgod, youβre gorgeous.β art breathed. there was nothing casual about his tone, he sounded devoted.Β
he touched you carefully, peppering kisses all over before latching to your nipple and staying there. the feeling of his lips and the sinful way patrick looked down to watch him sent something straight to your core.Β
one of your hands fell on artβs curls, tugging gently, while the other palmed patβs bulge through his jeans. the brunette wasted no time stripping your skirt and settling between your legs.
he didnβt take your panties off, not yet. his mouth met the fabric first, tongue pressing in, soaking it even more, making it cling tight to your skin.
βpatrick, pleaseβ¦β you moaned, feeling his hands pressing harshly on your tights, keeping you open.Β
βso spoiled. bet youβre loving all of this.β he hissed, finally dragging the lace down your legs. βdying be our little plaything, arenβt you?β
you didnβt reply, cause artβs lips met yours again. you kept moaning into his mouth, letting him ground you while patβs tongue worked. it felt slick and warm, alternating from bullying your clit to teasing your entrance.Β
patrick lapped at your folds like a starving man and when his fingers got in the mix it didnβt take long before you were arching your back in response.Β
βyou wanna come for him, princess?β art asked, surprising you with confidence that you had no idea where it came from.Β
he never felt this worked up before. he wanted to reach for patrickβs hair and keep him in place, so your moans would keep flooding the room. he wanted to taste you off of patrickβs lips until both of them gasped for air.
but he wouldnβt dare be the one to start it. so he just watched as your legs trembled, as you clenched around patβs fingers.Β
patrick looked up with a lust filled gaze, chin glistening as he offered art his digits, coated in you. βthere you go.β he murmured in satisfaction as artβs lips parted without hesitation, soft and eager around his fingers.
it wasnβt as good as getting the kiss art was fantasizing about, but you tasted so sweet that it still made his head spin.Β
βnow, itβs not fair that we have her sitting here so pretty and weβre both still fully clothed is it?β pat asked, clearly having fun to be the one commanding the whole thing, giving it rhythm. βgive her something to look at.βΒ
he came closer and slid artβs red flannel off his back, letting the blonde get rid of the worn out grey t-shirt that was underneath it too.Β
you were positively surprised by the view. art had a slim frame, but his arms and abs were defined, like sculpted marble. his pale skin was painted in a few brown spots that spread along his shoulders and back, like a constellation.Β
he was still fidgeting his fingers, looking at patrick for guidance before you took his hand and placed it at the hem of patβs shirt yourself. you helped art lift the fabric, kissing every inch of skin that was revealed on the way.Β
you barely noticed the shirt hit the mattress β your eyes were already caught on something much more interesting. right above you, patrick reached a hand to the base of artβs neck and rested his forehead against his. they were inches away from each otherβs lips.Β
you saw it happen, the moment patrick pulled closer and art gave in. it was all tongue, an urge suppressed for too long before this night creeped up on them. you could feel artβs cock twitching in his pants as you tried to open his zipper.
βyou two look so cute, aching for each other like that.β you laughed, not even close to poking fun at themβ¦ just honored to be in the middle of it.
patrick smirked, tugging your hair lightly until you straightened up between them. he pulled both you and art in, everything blurring into the messiest kiss you ever experienced, not sure anymore where one person ended and the other one began.Β
βcanβt wait, i need you.β art whimpered, tugging his pants and boxers down himself. at that point you couldnβt even be sure if he was talking to you or his best friend.Β
patrick lifted your face slightly, stealing all of your attention to his brown eyes. βyou said you could handle both of us, so now youβre gonna be good, ok?β his tone was calm, almost condescending. βif something feels too much, you tell me. if you change your mind at any point we stop, no questions asked.β
you nodded, heart pounding, legs already shaking. you felt oddly safe in their arms, like maybe youβd already memorized their bodies and their voices in another life.
βcome here. bend over,β patrick instructed, easing you down until your ass was in the air and your face rested in his lap. βwanna watch art have his way with you first. let him get you ready for me.β
you couldnβt think. not with the sight of artβs flushed tip leaking as he stroked himself coming closer to you. he placed one hand on your hip, calloused fingers from the drumsticks grabbing with no restraint left. the other hand lined his cock with your entrance, until he pushed in, painfully slow.Β
βf-fuck β β he gasped. βyouβre so wet. it feels too good.βΒ
patrick glanced down over the scene with a smug satisfaction burning in his eyes, looking proud of himself for setting everything up. maybe later art would finally admit he was a mastermind, after all.Β
his own pants dropped just enough to free his length, which bobbed dangerously close to your face. you kissed down his happy trail, breath hot, one hand wrapping around the base just before your lips met his tip.
it was big enough for you to choke on it, small tears forming on the corner of your eyes. but he didnβt force it. didnβt guide. his hand simply stroked your hair back, gently, like he wanted to watch you try.
βyou can do better than that.β he rasped, pulling out long enough for you to catch your breath. βhas art fucked you stupid yet?βΒ
he didnβt wait for an answer, just eased you back down with a curl of his fingers, coaching you into a steadier rhythm as you moaned around him.
truth was, it was nearly impossible to focus with art pounding into you and his short nails digging into your hips like he was holding on for dear life.Β
the way patrick spoke and the view of his thick cock sliding into your mouth did something to art too, you could tell by the beautiful noises leaving his lips.Β
βshit, iβm gonna come, i need to cum.β he exhaled, equal parts despair from the overwhelming sensations and embarrassment for not lasting as long as heβd like to.Β
βitβs ok.β pat cooed, gently dragging him down for another kiss. βfuck her through it. let me feel how you shake from it.βΒ
art didnβt stand a chance. not with you clenching around him like that. not with patrick whispering filth that close to his mouth.
he came inside you. didnβt mean to, but the moment his body broke, his hips snapped forward, burying himself deep with a low, wrecked groan. it was like his whole body forgot how to let go.
you blinked, dazed, face still in patrickβs lap, lips wet from his cock. art collapsed forward, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, chest heaving.
patrick looked down, unfazed. almost proud again.
βyou came inside her?β he asked, barely laughing, like he already knew.
art nodded, cheeks flushed and eyes still unfocused.
βyou on the pill?β patrick asked you, hand brushing hair from your cheek.
βyeah,β you whispered, legs still trembling.
βgood,β he said simply, and without waiting, he pulled you up. his hands gripped your hips and dragged you into his lap, cock still hard and slick with your spit, pressing up between your thighs. he didnβt bother lining himself up with his hand, he used your body instead, rocking your weight until your entrance caught on his tip. βthen itβs my turn.β
he pushed up. slow at first, stretching you wider with the thickness of him, groaning into your neck when he bottomed out. his grip stayed firm, holding you steady while he filled the space art had just left.
you could still feel artβs cum inside you, warm and dripping, all of it being fucked back into you.
patrick growled against your skin. βyou were made for this, werenβt you?β
you whimpered, hands flying to his chest, trying to brace yourself but he was already going quicker, deeper, letting his frustration pour into every thrust.Β
behind you, art was still breathing hard, but not gone. his eyes followed every move, hand sliding over his own cock, still half hard, slowly stroking. his other hand found your spine, tracing it down gently, grounding you.
patrick was muttering filth against your throat, fucking up into you harder. βgod, youβre so fucked out already. such a mess.β
βpatβ¦β you moaned, voice weak.
βthatβs it. take it,β he growled, eyes locked on yours.
artβs voice broke through, quiet and calm, a sharp contrast.
βyouβre doing so good,β he whispered, kissing your shoulder, then your jaw. βjust a bit more, ok? heβs almost thereβ
he kept stroking himself slowly, the rhythm in perfect counterpoint to patrickβs roughness. he kissed your lips between words, sweet and soft.
your skin was burning. you felt yourself tightening again, caught in the middle of them.Β
βcome for me, please. i need to see your face.β art said, touching your clit gently. your body gave into his command.Β
patrick groaned beneath you and slammed in one final time, cock pulsing as he came. his hips stuttered, teeth pressed to your neck as he spilled into you.
βfuck, youβre perfect.β pat hissed as art kissed your temple. βwe should keep you around.βΒ
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