#poly fob

Pete's - Alpha - he's over protective of his pack mates. - He possessive of his close friends, and get's aggressive if he sees anyone messing with his pack. - loves marking thing's- his scent is always on his bandmates’ stuff, sometimes accidentally on purpose. - Fidgets and paces a lot when anxious, like a restless guard dog. - Has a habit of biting when showing affection, sometimes a little too hard, but it's out of love.

Patrick - Omega - Defiant, will come close to fighting you if you insinuate he's lesser for his status. - Hates being coddled, he can take care of himself. - Snaps at the boys when they get to protective of him (he'd never openly admit to finding it comforting) - He pretend to hate being scent marked, but honestly everyone knows it makes him feel safe and secure.

Joe - Beta - Depending on what's needed is how he'll act, very fluid, also the chilliest one of the group. - Doesn't give a fuck about pack politics, its boring. He will throw hands for Patrick though... - Always the one breaking up Pete and Patrick's fights before they = turn into… something they won't be able to break up. - He's probably the best at reading people emotions as well as defusing situations.

Andy - Beta (Leaning toward Alpha trendiness) - Usually the rational and calm one so if you manage to make him mad I hope your fast. - Lowkey the real pack leader, but Pete seems happiest thinking he is, so thats fine. - Work's out and spars with Pete so he doesn't have so much damn energy. - Will absolutely body-check you if you even look the wrong way at Joe or Patrick, he'd also protect Pete of course but honestly the feral little shit can take care of himself just fine.

Just more General things: - Pete probably gets the worst ruts, full on feral, and he won't interact with anyone till they're over. Just full on locks himself in his room. - Patrick's heats are rough, but he's a little to proud to ask anyone to help with them, unless he's really desperate. - Scenting happens ALL THE TIME, Pete is the worst about it—if they’re in a stressful situation, he will absentmindedly rub his scent onto his bandmates. - Their tour bus completely smells like them, and you probably wouldn't be able to stay in there for very long.

Just a bonus of what I think their scents smell like… Pete: Spicy, smoky, a little musky not over bearing - like clover, leather and black tea. Patrick: Warm and Soft - Like vainllia cedarwood and honey Joe: Clean, fresh, and relaxing, - like citrus, safe and a little bit of coffee Andy: Strong but grounding - earthy woods, patchouli, and fresh pine.

Circle jerk. The words alone were enough to make Patrick blush, cheeks immediately heating up at the thought. He wasn't a virgin or anything, despite what people might say, but he'd only ever heard those words in porn. Honestly, Patrick wasn't totally convinced it was an actual thing real people did. More likely, it had been something Pete had watched in porn and then decided he could do that too. Of course, it had been Pete's idea. Every time there was a questionable plan, it seemed like Pete was involved in its conception. No, Pete coming up with a weird idea didn't surprise Patrick at all. What did surprise Patrick was how quickly he managed to get Joe on board with the idea too. Joe was chaotic too and tended to agree to things before he thought them through, but a lot of the time, he would argue with Pete's ideas just for the sake of arguing. 

But nearly as soon as the idea was pitched, Joe was agreeing to be a part of it. Patrick couldn't tell if it was because he'd conspired with Pete on this plan or if he was simply excited by the prospect of someone else getting him off. It wasn't shocking that they hadn't really gotten off. Being cramped with three other guys that you're trying not to disturb didn't make it easy to masturbate. Even when they could, it was always rushed and never as good as getting off with somebody else. With Pete's idea, both of those issues were fixed. None of them would have to worry about being quiet or quick and all of them would have someone else's hand on them for once. What surprised Patrick even more was the fact that both Andy and himself ended up agreeing with the idea, but he tried to brush it off by telling himself that he only agreed because he was missing physical contact so much. 

It had been awkward trying to figure out how to make it work. Pete and Joe had taken over most of the planning, trying to decide who should go where. Pete had suggested trying to match people up based on height before realizing that it didn't matter much, considering Joe was the only one who was actually taller. In the end, they kind of just decided to end up wherever they ended up. Patrick couldn't hold back his laughter as Pete shoved in between him and Joe, breaking them apart and ensuring he'd be the one to touch Patrick instead. Joe had temporarily tried to argue that they'd just do it the other way, but Pete had insisted the rules of a circle jerk were to go to your right. By the end of the argument, Pete had ended up with a bruise forming on his arm where Joe had punched him, but he was able to touch Patrick which seemed to be a fair payoff for him. 

The full weight of the situation only hit Patrick when it was time to actually get his pants down. He watched as Joe was the first to move, seeming to take forever to get his belt off, though Patrick thought it was his own skewed perception of time that made it feel like such a long wait. It felt awkward to watch one of his best friends take his cock out, but he figured he better get used to it. Things were going to be a lot more awkward in just a few minutes. His eyes seemed to be transfixed on Joe as he finally pushed his jeans down enough to expose his stomach tattoo and then kept shoving them until they were down his thighs. Long fingers wrapped around an even longer cock and Patrick knew he was blushing as he watched Joe beginning to stroke himself to half hardness. It seemed impossible to pull his eyes away from the sight in front of him. 

"You like what you see, Stumpster?" Pete's voice broke him out of his concentration, Patrick's head snapping up and seeing everybody in the circle looking at him. Nobody's face held any judgment. Curiosity, endearment, and possibly...Lust? Joe seemed transfixed with Patrick's face, lips slightly parted as he watched Patrick watching him jerk off. "Maybe I should've let you stand with Joe since you like him so much," He nudged Patrick gently, voice light and playful. Despite the fact Pete was making fun of him, it made Patrick relax a bit. It reminded him that this was still just them, there wasn't too much to be nervous about. This was just his friends, nothing bad was going to happen and they'd never actually judge him for anything. "Get your jeans off for us?" Pete hummed after a moment and Patrick noticed he was almost the only one still clothed except for Andy wearing his boxers still. 

"Shut up, Wentz. I was just surprised by how fast Joe whipped it out," Patrick retorted and nudged Pete back, grinning at him before deciding he should just jump feet first into this. Before he had time to think about it too much, he reached to unbutton his jeans and work them down his hips. Anxiety still filled him before he yanked down his boxers and he paused for a second that easily could've turned into him stopping altogether. He didn't want to be the one that ruined this for them, though. A moment later, his boxers were down his legs and being kicked away from him too. He wasn't hard yet, but neither was Andy, Pete and Joe were both still only halfway there. "Happy now?" He asked snarkily as he looked at Pete, taking note of the fact that Andy took his boxers off along with him and that made him feel a little less awkward about everything. 

"I'm very happy, actually. Thank you for asking," Pete hummed back, giving Patrick his most obnoxious smirk. He rolled his eyes and fought the urge to start bickering with him, but he figured that would kill the mood a little bit. They'd save it for another time. If there was anything they were for sure good at, it was arguing. Andy and Joe had to break them apart more than once before they really started fighting, but now was one of the few times when Patrick wanted to resist getting into it with Pete. Instead, he let his eyes wander a bit. He figured that would be okay, they were getting ready to touch each other which seemed like a step farther than just looking at one another. It felt weird to be staring at his bandmates naked from the waist down, but even weirder was the fact he decided their cocks fit them.

Joe's was the longest out of them all, thin and cut with a slight curve upwards that Patrick tried to not imagine hitting his prostate. Pete's was slightly shorter than Joe's, at least an inch or an inch and a half shorter. It wasn't exactly thick or thin, but it certainly leaned more towards the thin side. He was completely bare and it made Patrick wonder if he shaved or maybe waxed himself. What really caught Patrick's attention was a pair of shiny silver balls on either side of his head, a piercing going horizontally through it. It made Patrick cringe and shiver at the same time, imagining how painful it was and how good it would feel. Andy's was the shortest, but easily the thickest. The red hair around it was trimmed and soft-looking, cock almost five inches or so and balls hanging heavy even though he wasn't hard yet.

Patrick didn't really feel self-conscious about his size, but he did take notice of the fact he wasn't the longest nor the thickest out of them. He was definitely longer than Andy, but also less thick than him. But he was also thicker than Joe and Pete, though he was shorter than them. He was a decent size, don't get him wrong, just over six inches the last time he measured himself. His cock was also plump and a much lighter pink than the rest of them. His stomach pushed his cock downwards when he was hard, making it rest firmly against his snug balls. The hair around the area was thick, but not messy like Joe's. Out of all of them, he was the only one who wasn't circumcised and it made him feel a little out of place, though he knew deep down that nobody cared about whether he was cut or not except for himself. 

That thought was further solidified when Pete reached over, making the first move out of anyone, and wrapped his fingers around Patrick's cock gently. Patrick saw it coming, but the feeling still made him gasp quietly. He looked over at Pete, seeing him smiling at him so sincerely that he could've cried. That was so much of who Pete was, full of love and so much genuineness that it was almost overwhelming. Patrick made himself smile back, trying to just focus on how good it felt. It was awkward at first, Pete obviously wasn't used to jerking off someone who wasn't himself. At the end of the day, contact was contact and Patrick couldn't complain about someone rubbing his cock. Pete was clearly doing his best, testing out what movements gained what reaction and focusing on the ones that made Patrick gasp or squirm pleasantly. 

"Andy? Come here," Patrick encouraged, feeling a bit more bold and not wanting to seem selfish. He knew the point of this was taking care of each other and not just letting himself feel good. Andy smiled at him sweetly and stepped towards him, offering a quiet "hi" to ease the tension. "Hi," Patrick said back softly, feeling comforted by how calm and soft-spoken Andy was. He was a grounding anchor in an ocean of aggressive waves, holding Patrick in place and not letting him get swept away with the tide. "Just...Tell me what feels good," Patrick's voice was shaky as Pete stroked him a bit faster, feeling himself getting wet beneath his foreskin. Pete was a quick learner or maybe just really observant, but he caught onto what Patrick liked best and he took full advantage of it in the best ways possible. 

"Shit," Andy whispered when Patrick nervously wrapped a hand around his cock. "Here, baby. Let me have this for a second," He pulled Patrick's hand away from himself and Patrick felt himself getting embarrassed, wondering what he did wrong. "Can I spit on it?" He asked and Patrick nodded frantically, mind catching up with what was happening. He'd heard of that happening, cut guys needing lube or something else slick to help the slide feel better. It was weirdly hot when Andy licked from the base of his wrist and all the way up his fingers, finally taking a moment to spit into his palm. "There you go. Just do it like you do to yourself," He instructed and Patrick nodded. Just like to himself, he could definitely do that. He started slowly with his movements, trying to pump Andy to full hardness was a tad awkward, but he was determined. 

Andy let out a soft noise of pleasure and it was all that Patrick needed to keep going, deciding if it seemed to work then he might as well keep it the same. He jolted when Pete's hand reached out and grasped onto him a bit too roughly. The noise he let out was enough for Pete to loosen his hand a bit, fondling his cock more than anything at first. It was a weird feeling to be touched by someone else like this, especially when Pete's hand was so...Male. Bigger than a girl's and rougher. It was impossible to ignore that this was another guy touching him, but as he started to harden in Pete’s hand, he started caring less and less. Much to his surprise, Pete didn’t seem like he knew what he was doing. Fingertips brushed over his balls lightly and rubbed his cock awkwardly. But Patrick groaned when Pete’s finger pushed beneath his foreskin to rub at the sensitive head firmly. 

“Feels good,” Patrick nodded to him, knowing Pete thrived off of being told he was doing a good job. He grinned at the praise and took it as motivation to keep doing what he had been, running his fingertip through the precum beading at the slit. Once he was satisfied with the amount leaking, he moved his hand back to stroke Patrick’s cock fully. His movements were slow and steady as he stroked Patrick, finding the perfect speed and pressure. “Fuck, Pete. You’re doing so good,” He continued praising him, trying to make sure the movements of his own hand didn’t falter on Andy. It was overwhelming and a bit difficult to manage with so many things happening, but Patrick thought the mess of sensations was probably part of the appeal. It was definitely intense as he tried to keep up with everything, torn between the feeling of Pete rubbing him and Andy rutting into his hand. 

Pete seemed to be going through the same thing, hand pausing a bit when Joe wrapped his fingers around his cock as well. When Patrick looked at them, Joe was grinning at Pete with the most mischievous look he’d ever had. Patrick was suddenly glad that Joe wasn’t next to him, wondering if he’d be tormenting him like that as well. Pete was enjoying it, though. He was playing into it heavily, encouraging Joe to keep going and keep teasing him. Patrick tore his eyes away when faster motion caught his eye, looking to where Andy was now moving his hand a lot quicker along Joe’s cock. He wasn’t sure when Andy started touching him, but he wasn’t sure how Joe was even still standing. Andy’s hands were talented, speedy and rubbing in all the right ways. His wrist was twisting up near the head and Patrick could see the way Joe’s legs were trembling from the intensity. 

Every word disappeared from the air for a little while. Everyone was so focused on what they were doing and what they were feeling. Patrick took turns looking at each one of his bandmates, watching their expressions carefully, and closing his eyes altogether to just enjoy himself. His eyes only opened when he heard Joe letting out a nearly inhuman noise, peeking to see what was going on. He looked just in time to watch him covering Andy’s hand, body visibly shaking even from where Patrick was standing. He looked ready to double over with locked knees, unable to support his own body weight. It was a miracle he stayed standing at all, but Patrick couldn’t focus on being impressed. All he could focus on was how wrecked Joe looked as Andy stroked him through his orgasm, moving a bit slower and looser as overstimulation started to set in before eventually pulling away entirely. 

“Here. Come here,” Joe’s words shook as he spoke, failing to still sound bossy. But his hand was demanding as he gripped onto Andy’s wrist, basically dragging him closer to the middle of the circle. Patrick shifted closer naturally too, keeping his hand around Andy’s cock the best he could. Neither of them really knew what Joe was doing as he shoved Andy’s hand to Pete. “Lick,” He said simply and each one of them groaned at Joe’s words. Patrick thought he was about to die as Pete didn’t even hesitate, simply leaning down and licking a stripe off of Andy’s hand. Ever the overachiever, he didn’t stop there and just continued until Andy’s hand was spotless. Patrick was surprised he didn’t come while watching that and he was even more surprised Andy had managed to keep it together. If it had been him in that situation, he wouldn’t have been okay. “Good boys,” Joe grinned between them. 

"Play with my balls a little. Joey, come on. Play with 'em," Pete whined out needily, sounding dangerously close to getting off. It could easily be the last little push he needed. Joe's hand, slicked with precum and sweat, slid easily to his balls and held onto them gently. He rolled them around a bit and switched different pressures to see what worked best. Pete sounded like he was going insane as Joe did, squirming and moaning unashamedly. Patrick thought he could close his eyes and come just from listening to that. "Just like that. Fucking fuck. You're perfect," Pete rambled and it made everyone in the circle smile. Pete really did never shut up, even when he was a few moments away from coming all over his best friend's hand. Joe's thumb began rubbing over the sensitive skin there, rough fingertip dragging along the skin. 

"You know, Pete. If you were a girl? I'd be fucking you all the time," Joe murmured out, just loud enough for everyone to hear. Patrick choked on his spit, any other time, he'd be scandalized by hearing Joe say something so downright filthy. His cock only throbbed harder at the words now, though. "Bet you'd live for it too. You'd always be ready to take my cock," It was Andy's turn to make a noise, a strangled moan tearing through him before he could stop it. Of course, it didn't go unnoticed by Joe who looked up and grinned, his hand still working along Pete's balls and occasionally up to his cock again. "Do you like that idea, Hurls? Maybe you could eat him out for me first. Get his little pussy all wet and open before I fucked him," Joe's hand moved up to stroke his cock again and that was all it took for Pete to cry out, body seizing up as he spilled over Joe's fist. 

"Jesus. You're pretty," Andy's words were met with murmurs of agreement from the others in the circle, everyone watching transfixed as Pete squirmed around. Joe's hand had luckily stopped moving, fingers moving to press into Pete's mouth. The shorter man groaned around the fingers coated in his own come, happily sucking and licking at them until they were clean. "Just a little harder, Trick. Please?" Patrick smiled as he refocused his attention on Andy, barely pulling his eyes away from the sight in front of him. He thought it was sweet, how polite Andy was still being with a hand on his dick. "Thank you, shit. Just like that," He encouraged when Patrick tightened his grasp a bit, trying to avoid hurting the other. But Andy seemed happy with the pressure, head tipping back as Patrick stroked him a bit quicker as well. 

He looked gorgeous, broken down in a way that Patrick had never really seen him. Immediately, he decided the only thing he cared about was watching Andy get off. He'd never felt as determined as he did in that moment, hand stroking and fingers rubbing along his length in the way that Patrick knew he liked to feel on himself. He was so caught up in it, he wasn't even focused on Pete picking up his own movements again. Andy's breathing hitched and stalled, and Patrick knew he had to be getting close. Patrick twisted his hand a bit once he got close to the head and it was like something inside of Andy snapped. A breathy moan escaped him as he rutted into Patrick's hand, seeking the friction out as he came. It was weird, feeling someone else finishing in his hand, but he was captivated by the way it looked as Andy trembled through spurt after spurt. 

Patrick was already shaking as he pulled his hand away from Andy, being careful not to make a mess as he moved his hand to Pete’s mouth as well. He didn’t even need to be asked, just followed along with the tradition. And it almost killed him when Pete began licking his hand. Dark eyes peered up at him, lined messily with black eyeliner that was long since smudged, holding steady eye contact as a warm tongue shot out to lick slow stripes over his hand. Pete’s hand was also still relentless on his cock, stroking him a bit slower now and he was glad he was because Patrick easily could’ve finished there if he had been going any faster. All too soon, Pete was done and pulling away from Patrick’s hand. He wanted Pete to keep sucking and licking against his skin, maybe even letting him slip his fingers into his mouth and sucking on them as greedily as he had been licking. 

“Come on, baby. You’ve got one load left,” Joe murmured out, trying to make Pete continue jerking him off at the pace he held before. Pete grumbled back at him, complaining that his hand and wrist were beginning to hurt. Patrick suspected he was just tired after getting off. He was tempted to reach down and stroke himself instead, but he really wanted to get off in someone else’s hand like all the others got to. Pete tried to stroke him a little better, but the movements were still too light and too loose. It was obvious he was losing momentum and Patrick rocked into his hand, trying to remedy this and get himself closer to the edge. But Joe didn’t seem satisfied with Pete standing there while Patrick simply fucked into his hand, eyebrows furrowing a bit as he watched the scene unfolding in front of them. Pete caught onto this, stroking Patrick with renewed vigor. 

"Wentz. Either make him bust in your hand and take it that way or get down and suck him off," Joe told him in the most nonchalant way Patrick had ever heard. But he didn't have time to focus on how unphased Joe sounded because those words and that hand sent him over the edge. Without thinking, he stuck a hand underneath the head of his cock and came into his own hand. Pete's wasn't going to catch even half of it. His mind felt short-circuited, seemingly moving on autopilot as he held his cupped hand up to Pete. "Go ahead, baby. Last one," Joe's words had turned into something softer and more forgiving, almost sweet. Pete leaned a moment later, licking through the warm mess on Patrick's hand. Between his legs, Patrick felt his own cock twitching and threatening to harden again. Luckily, he didn't while Pete finished cleaning his hand off for him, swallowing dutifully. 

Tip Me Over; I Like All Types Of Pressure

"Ryan doesn't see things the way other people do. He's different," Brendon had rambled drunkenly to Gabe one night. And despite all the alcohol in his system, Brendon had been right. When others looked at Gabe, they saw an overly confident flirt. A top who liked to take control and dominate his partners. But that's not how Ryan saw him.

Tonight Give Me Everything Tonight

Pete never considered himself to be someone with a size kink. All of his partners tended to be bigger than him, but that was just a coincidence-or so he thought.

Just Like Holy Mary

Bert had asked plenty of stupid questions before, sometimes there was just no filter between his mind and his mouth. Though, his stupid questions didn't usually end with Jepha in his bed.

A Waste Of Blood And Sweat

Everyone has rituals for after a show, maybe Anthony's is just a bit different from everybody else's.

Starry-Eyed Child

Bert and Quinn finally get to spend some time alone together.

I'm Melting In Your Eyes (Like My First Time)

Bert was used to having sex, it was an act of rebellion after being raised in a Mormon household. However, sex with a bandmate who was also a guy was pretty new for him.

You Could Cause You Can So You Do

Jon knew that people looked at him differently than they looked at the rest of his band. He'd always been a bit rougher, a bit more masculine, a bit less "pretty." And yet, he was the only one Gerard was looking at.

Ready For The Boom

Fall Out Boy decide to give each other a hand and they all have their first circle jerk.

It's Cuffing Season

The thing about Vinny was that he’d never really thought about his height until he met Justin Morrow. He’d always been aware he was shorter than most other guys, sure. When it came to his band, he was even shorter. But when Justin had stumbled into his life, he was very aware of their size difference. Normally, he’d be a bit embarrassed when another man towered over him, but it was nothing short of exciting when it was Justin.

I Was Young And A Menace

Pete knew better than to trust Gabe's surprises. Yet he found himself tied down to the bed with a gag and a blindfold on anyway.

And They Called It Puppy Love

As Gabe grew up and got older, he started to have better control over himself and his instincts. Now, whether he wanted to control them or not was a very different story.

Little Bit Of Poison In Me (I Can Taste Your Flesh In My Teeth)

Pete always believed that he could protect himself, but William Beckett was intent on putting that to the test.

Sending My Love From The Other Side

A collection of ficlets completed, each chapter is titled.

Young Lovers (And They Are Not Sleeping)

It was surprisingly easy to find the man who turned him, but Pete never could've imagined what he'd walk into when he finally found him.

If You Were Church

Pete platonically blows Patrick to help him relieve some stress.

Toy Diamond Ring Stuck On Her Finger

Gabe and William are best friends who just so happen to fuck sometimes.

I Missed Your Skin When You Were East

Things weren't normally so rough between them, but Ryan was quickly finding out that he didn't mind it. (Spencer x Ryan)

I Can See Your Halo, Pray It Don't Fade Away

"Quinn ended up giving me a ride up to my parents' house. It was a beautiful night. I remember the moon was out and there was something different about this person that I'd met and I knew that we were going to write beautifully together."

Touched For The Very First Time

Pete gives Ryan his first blowjob.

December Was The Warmest Month

“Are you still okay?” Brent’s words cut through the thick smoke that felt like it was clouding up Ryan’s mind. It helped bring him back to the moment, giving him something to focus on. He felt himself nodding, but his body felt weird. He felt too heavy, his movements feeling slower than normal and as though it took more effort to simply nod. Brent’s fingers still rubbed his side, mindlessly tracing small circles there. 

Now He Got Me On A Leash 'Cause We Said No Strings

Adam riding Gerard and Gerard using his mic cord like a leash.

As Fresh As A Bright Blue Sky

Pete wasn’t exactly sure how he found himself in this situation. Straddling Patrick in the back of the van, Patrick’s back against the seat to keep himself sat up and his hands all over Pete. He’d always found Patrick attractive, sure. With those big eyes and soft hair, how could he not? He just never expected anything to actually come from those feelings, especially not something so receptive. Normally, he’d question and second-guess himself whenever anything too good started to happen for him, but it was hard to think with Patrick touching him.

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme Just A Bit Of Your Time

Everyone gets lonely after a bit of time on tour, Frank decides to remedy that by keeping Matt company.

Can't Help It If There's No One Else

“I’m gonna do my best,” Adam promised and it earned a gentle kiss from Mike. Adam could taste peach rings when he kissed him, smiling into the kiss a bit. Everything was working to remind him that this was still just Mike. The same Mike he played video games with and made fun of, the one he goofed off with all the time and the same one who he had trusted with all of his secrets. He didn’t need to worry.

Blood Loss In A Bathroom Stall