#sturley

"WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE DO YOU GUYS THINK THAT MAYBE THAT COULD WAIT?"

hell ye i can my angel!

i love u so muCHHHHH

omfg I've written a whole thing about this. Like Andy comes to play with them the first time around before he's part of the band and Patrick and him just click (which they say happened irl omfg) and Andy said something that made Patrick bite his lip and look at him shyly and Andy's like "Holy Shit" but he chastises himself because 1. He doesn't want to go to jail, 2. He doesn't want his ass kicked by Pete,and 3.He's not totally sure Patrick knows he's doing it.

So he tries ignoring it and jamming with the band but Patrick keeps glancing over at him and every break Patrick comes over to him to talk about the beat of the song they're working on or the kind of kit Andy uses and he keeps giving Andy that look and he keeps touching Andy's arm or back and Andy knows flirting when he sees it, but it's hard not to flirt back when it's being interspersed with actual music talk.

At the end of the session everyone starts to leave and Patrick says he's gonna stay behind and help Andy pack up the kit. Andy should refuse the offer, but he doesn't and once everyone's gone they clean up in near silence that's almost palpable. Andy doesn't look at Patrick, repeating jailbaitminorkeepitundercontrolAndrew to himself, so he doesn't notice when Patrick walks over to where Andy's sitting. Andy turns to grab something and Patrick leans down and kisses him. Andy freezes, caught completely off-guard, and Patrick takes the fact that he hasn't been shoved away as a positive so he presses closer to Andy and straddles his lap on the seat. Andy thinks about stopping but Patrick's so eager that Andy kind of goes with it for a minute or two, Patrick pressing firm lips against Andy's and the occasional swipe of his tongue. When Patrick nips at Andy's lower lip Andy finally pulls away with a groan, hands holding Patrick's arms tight.

"Patrick..."

"what?"

"We can't do this."

"Why not?"

"Because even though I'm not the biggest advocate of Government laws, I don't want to get arrested for seducing a minor."

"You didn't seduce me,if anything I seduced you."

Andy can't help but grin. "Yeah, because all your talk of kick-snares got me so hot."

Patrick snorts and smacks him lightly on the shoulder. It draws Andy back into awareness that he still has a seventeen-year-old in his lap and he sobers up quick.

"Seriously, Trick, we can't do this."

"Noone's gotta know. Pete goes after teenagers all the time."

"I'm not Pete."

"I know that-" Patrick sighs, and Andy shouldn't find his frustration as cute as he does."Look, this doesn't have to be a thing or whatever. It can just be-" He waves the hand not still tangled in Andy's hair around, "-For tonight, for right now. It doesn't have to go anywhere."

Andy frowns, looking at Patrick. Patrick deflates a little, but pushes more into Andy's space, arms wrapping around his neck and lips inches from each other. "Please? I like you, and I'm pretty sure you like me. You can tell me to fuck off and I will, but, just..." he licks his lips, causing Andy's eyes to dart to his mouth. He looks at Patrick's face, carefully mapping out the set of his jaw and the slightly-still-there baby fat in his cheeks, then down to where Andy's hands have naturally found purchase on Patrick's waist, and the slight bulge in Patrick's jeans-

Dammit, Andy thought, hanging his head a little. "Fine-"