Yule Shoot Your Eyes Out

***In the living room***
(Pete’s POV)
Gerard got up and followed Ryan and Frank towards the guest room. Well, that went quicker than I expected. That left Mikey, Jon, Patrick, and I alone in the living room. At least I don’t have to pick our group if it’s already put together.

I look over at Mikey who was staring at Patrick intensely making ‘Trick blush like a teenager. Mikey probably thought Patrick was pretty innocent, but on the contrary Patrick is really fucking kinky.

Like, sweet fuck, what in the hell happened to him when he lost weight? Not that it was a bad thing, sex with ‘Trick is fucking amazing. Like he got a fuck load of confidence and things happened and it was just weird. He still doesn’t cuss that much anymore, though. That didn’t change.

Mikey got up from where he was sitting and sauntered over to Patrick and leaned down to whisper in his ear. I wasn’t close enough to hear but I did see the smirk on Mikey’s face.

Mikey lifted his head and Patrick had a smile on his when he glanced at me then back at Mikey and said “I’m more than okay with that.”

Patrick then got help up off the floor from Mikey and dusted off his ass. They both walked right past me to my room and Patrick opened the door to walk right in. Mikey stood at the door way and looked back at me.

“Are you just going to sit there on your ass and miss out on the fun? I mean, you did promise me that we would continue what got interrupted,” Damn, I mean. I did promise him right? “But this time, I’ll take over,” Then he finally walked into the room, leaving me dumbfounded on the floor.

I so did not expect him to say that. I stuttered, “Y-yeah. I’m c-coming.” And then I proceeded to hop up off my ass like the floor was lava and strode over to my room where Mikey and Patrick were already sitting on my bed in a hot make out session. Damn, this was going to be fun.

***Still in the living room. Alone***
(Jon’s POV)
“Oh, hey guys! Me join in on a once-in-a-lifetime chance to fuck Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump? Nah, I’m fine sitting here on my ass in the living room by myself. Oh, you want to invite me inside so I can actually fuck the lead singer of my band? Nah, you guys go on. Have fun! I’m okay here.”

Everybody forgets about the bassist. I knew it wasn’t going to end well anyways when Spencer couldn’t come because he was sick.

I feel like such an ass ‘cause I just left him there. He said it was fine if I came ‘cause he could take care of himself and it would make him feel bad if I stayed. The only thing that happened was that instead of him feeling bad, I feel like an ass now. I guess I shouldn’t feel all too guilty ‘cause I just got ditched in the living room by, like, everyone.

I got up off my ass and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. I was fucking starving and that sandwich I had before I came over did not do it. I raid all the cabinets and find, like, a fuck load of energy drinks, gross, a bag of chocolate covered pretzels, a box of condoms, not even gonna ask, and- holy shit! Patrick actually bought coffee! Goddamn, it’s about time. They probably bought it for Frank and Gerard who consume a fuck load of coffee every fucking day.

I mean, they came over to my place once and I was out of coffee and coffee filters before the day was over.

I see that it’s instant coffee and start searching for a mug.

I found a mug in one of the cabinets in the corner near the fridge but it was on the top shelf so I put all the stuff on the count on the table and hop up on the counter to reach it. How the fuck does Pete even manage around here when everything is really high up on the wall? He’s only a little guy.

I already have the mug in my hand when I see a vent in the ceiling. Like, I’ve been here more than a fucking million times! How the fuck did I miss that in the damn ceiling! It’s big enough for someone to crawl through!

I forget about the vent and climbed off the counter with the mug in hand. I go to the sink to pour water into the mug when I hear a moan come from the vent on the ceiling. I stood there dumbfounded for a sec until I heard someone’s voice project out of the same vent.

I put down the mug and climb up on the counter again but this time I get on my feet instead of my knees. I have to tilt my head sideways because I’m too tall now but I press my ear on the vent anyways.

I listened in closely and you could distinctly hear Ryan and Frank talking.

***In the guest room***
(Frank’s POV)
“I didn’t know you moaned like such a slut, Gerard. I mean, that hair color should have given it away immediately. All you want is attention, right Gerard? Here you are getting all the attention. I’m up here, next to you whispering sweet nothings in your ear and Frankie’s sucking you off like a pro. I bet Frank here is so used to you already but I don’t think you’re used to not getting attention. Am I right? Is poor Frankie here always doing all the work?”

All Gerard could do was moan louder and buck up into my mouth. I gaged and pulled off of him.

Ryan leaned down towards me and pulled me into a heated kiss. I heard Gerard whine and writher underneath me so I pulled away from Ryan. I was about to look over at Gee, but Ryan tugged on my hair and pulled me back into the kiss.

He pulled out of the kiss and trailed his lips down my jaw and neck until he got to my collar bone and bit down on it. I gasped and moaned, shifting closer to Ryan, weaving my fingers in his choppy, brown hair. I completely forget about Gerard and climb into Ryan’s lap and rut against his clothed cock and get a moan out of him too. I tug his hair upwards and crash our lips together, our tongues fighting for dominance. Naturally, I win and push him down on the ground and straddle him. He looks up, surprised.

I run my fingers down his chest until I reach the hem of his briefs and snap it against his skin. I rub my hands up and down his hips and he responds really well by bucking up into my hips, but I push him back down. I don’t think he knows that I can out tease him.

I smirk, “I like letting people think they’re in charge for a while then I give them a reality check,” I lean down and wrap my lips around his nipple and hum around it. I hear him let out a shaky breath and his grip on my hair tightened.

I leaned down to Ryan’s ear, “What was that about wanting attention, Ryan? A little hypocritical now aren’t we, Ryan. Not like it’s a bad thing. Right?”

Ryan was already a writhing mess and couldn’t respond at all.

I reached my hand down his briefs and pulled out his fully erect cock. I trailed my fingers up and down his length and was about to lean down when I felt a pair of lips on the back of my neck.

I turned my head only to have my lips engulfed in a kiss and a hand tangle itself inside my hair. I felt another hand wrap around my hard on and slowly start to jerk me off.

I throw my arm around Gerard’s neck and pull him in even more, making up for the couple minutes that he was ignored. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, massaging my own tongue and making me moan even louder. I could tell it was Gerard’s hand around my cock, he already found my sweet spot at the base of my cock. I arched my back upward, accidentally rubbing up against Ryan’s hard on, moaning loudly into Gerard’s mouth.

I heard Ryan say something from underneath me. I pull away from Gerard and look down at Ryan.

“What did you say, Ry?”

“I said that it’s your turn to get some attention.”

Gerard attached his lips on my neck again and started to suck pretty hard. That’s gonna leave a nice mark.

Ryan sits up and wraps his other hand around my cock, intertwining his fingers with Gerard’s and they start to stroke me at a brisk pace. I let out a shaky breath and lean my head on Gee’s shoulder. I lean up and suck on his earlobe, getting a slutty moan out of him.

I feel Ryan sit up even farther and pull my hair to bring me into another heated kiss. I got an idea and pulled out of the kiss and sat sideways in between the both of them. I untangle my hand from Ryan’s hair and wrap it around his dick. Then I took my other hand and wrapped it around Gerard’s hard on and proceeded to jerk off the both of them at the same time.

I flicked the head of Ryan’s cock and slid my thumb down the slit and then I did the same thing to Gerard. Everything I did to Ryan I did to Gerard, mirroring my movements between the both of them.

Ryan leaned his head on my shoulder and shut his eyes as I tightened my grip on him and picked up the speed. Gerard let out more shaky breaths until I felt him coming undone in my hand. I felt heat pool in the bottom of my stomach and knew I was close. Ryan was the next one to cum and his hand tightened up around my cock and that’s what sent me over the edge. I spilled cum all over the floor and slumped down on Gerard. Ryan was leaning on me so he went down with me.

We were all laid down on the floor and I felt like we weren’t even going to make it to the bed, even though it was right next to us, so I pulled the comforter off the bed, used it to clean us all up, and draped it over all three of us.

We all drifted off to sleep with smiles on our faces.

***Back in the kitchen***
(Jon’s POV)
Damn, I just got off on my friends sex noises. It was worth it though.

I jump off the counter and zip up my pants. I look at the counter and see the mess of cum that I made. I don’t feel as guilty as I should cause I feel like my cum isn’t the only cum that’s been on that counter.
I felt like going home to Spencer already since this party was already over. No one should be alone on Christmas and I’m an asshole for not realizing that sooner.

I look around for a rag and get to cleaning with Spencer on my mind.

***In Pete’s room***
(Patrick’s POV)
“Ah - r-right there, Mikey.”

“Hm? Where?” I felt him shift above me, “Here?” He said as he rammed into me again, hitting my prostate dead on.

I arched my back up off the mattress, “Ah! Yeah, right there!”

“God, you’re so tight. Fucking hell, Mikey.” Pete panted from behind Mikey, thrusting into Mikey while he rammed into me. It was all just a hot mess.

I throw my arm around Mikey’s neck and bring him down, crashing my lips against his. I lick his bottom lip and his mouth opens slightly and I tangle my tongue with his, loving all the attention I’m getting. I moan into his mouth as he moves in and out of me at a fast, loving pace.

I felt Pete’s hand trail down the side of my thigh, causing me to buck up into Mikey. He knew that was one of my sweet spots.

Mikey pulled out of the kiss and trailed down my body until he got to one of my nipples and flicked it with his tongue. I lost it and moaned like a slut when he started sucking on it and rubbing the other one with his thumb.

I was so close but wanted to last a little while longer.

I saw Pete pull Mikey’s hair back met him in a heated kiss. God, was that hot. I felt Mikey shake and the felt him cum inside me. He fell against my chest, not being able to keep his balance. I brought Mikey up for a peck on the lips when I felt him wrap his hand around my cock and start to jerk me off at a fast pace.

All it took was for Mikey to lean down in my ear and say, “Come on, Patrick. Cum for me already,” And I came all over our chest. I saw Pete cum all over Mikey’s back, roll off of Mikey and lay down next to me, looking exhausted.

Mikey slid out of me with a pop and settled himself in between Pete and me. I reached over to the bedside table, about to clean us all up, when I feel a tongue run up and down my stomach, making my breath hitched.

I looked down to see it was Mikey, lapping up all the cum like it was icing. He was looking straight at me while he was doing it and if that wasn’t a turn on, I don’t know what is.

After he cleaned all the cum off my body, he went and did the same to Pete who was almost drifting off to sleep but looked as content as can be.

Mikey laid back down in between Pete and me when I noticed he had cum on his stomach too. I ran my finger down his stomach and noticed it was already dry. Not a big fan of swallowing cum so I cleaned Mikey off with the wipes.

I took the blanket from the foot of the bed and pulled it over us, noticing that Mikey had too fallen asleep.

I looked over at the clock and it said it was midnight.

“Merry Christmas to me.”

Notes

Hola! Um, there's probably some mistakes but I tried my best to find them all. :/ This took me for fucking EVER to write so please comment and tell me how I did.
My friend Ali was bothering the shit out of me this week to update and I did! :3 Its like fucking 4:18 am and it's probably because of the fucking huge box of chocolates that she gave me on friday.
I am literally shifting between liking Christmas and then full on just hating it with my entire being. :/
I got Candy Canes in blood, bro. Walmart needs to stop with the fifty cent Candy Canes or I'll gain a fuck load of weight that I lost during Marching Band season.
Other than that, FELIZ NAVIDAD!
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