claire_debonair | The Sweetest Sin, 2/2

“He realized he’s in love with Spencer and went to tell him,” answers Patrick distractedly, measuring out sugar for yet more cookies. He doesn’t notice Pete moving until he turns from the counter and backs into him, back hitting Pete’s chest and finding Pete’s arms winding around his waist. It’s the end of the afternoon, around the time Patrick usually shuts up the shop, so he doesn’t extricate himself from Pete’s grip straight away.

“He’s just realized that now?” It takes a moment for Pete’s words to sink in, because he’s bent his head close to Patrick’s neck and the little gusts of breath on Patrick’s skin are making it hard for him to think.

“Y-yeah.” Patrick shivers as Pete starts to trace a line up his neck with the tip of his tongue, creating fiery lines of sensation that make Patrick press back against Pete, “well, n-no, but he figured out he wouldn’t tou- tour again if Spencer asked him to.” Pete kisses Patrick underneath his ear, just once, and then steps back so he can move to stand in front of Patrick instead.

“True-fucking-love, then.” Pete’s smile is sharp as he pushes Patrick until his back hits the wooden counter, eyes hot and dark as he presses in close to reach around and undo Patrick’s apron. Throwing it off to one side, Pete then slides his hands underneath the hem of the t-shirt Patrick has on, and lower, so he can hold Patrick's hips under the material of his jeans. “I’ve just had an insanely boring meeting, and d’you know what I thought about to stop myself from falling asleep?”

Pete’s eyes, taking in every bit of Patrick like a drowning man in need of air, leave no room for debate in the answer to that question. But still…“No clue.” Pete’s hands tighten their hold on Patrick’s hips, making him gasp softly. Pete tilts his head and leans in again, letting his mouth barely brush Patrick's jaw as he does so.

“This,” he whispers into Patrick's ear, then makes sure to stay as close as possible to Patrick as he sinks to his knees. Patrick's head tips back and he moans quietly, distracted for long enough for Pete to get his jeans open and his dick out. Then reality comes rushing back, mostly. “Pete, wait - oh, shit, that’s - hey, no, the door --“

Pete makes Patrick shudder with a few strong sucks, before pulling his mouth off with an obscene noise, mouth stretched wider than it needs to be by a grin. “I flipped the sign to closed.” He leans in and licks from root right up to the head, flicking his tongue lightly over the slit before looking up at Patrick. “Come on, Trick.”

And Patrick, Patrick can’t resist that tone of voice, low and sultry with just enough of a tease in it to know that Pete’s really going to make this worth his while. Which he does. After Pete starts sucking in earnest, hands holding Patrick's hips still while his own move restlessly against nothing (that always makes it better for Patrick, that Pete gets off on doing this as much as Patrick does on having it done to him), Patrick forgets about everything else.

He forgets that technically he’s not shut, and someone who knows this, like one of their friends, could walk in on them. He forgets that even though the counter and the shelving below it is wooden, so people can’t see everything, they can still see enough to work out that Pete is on his knees and fucking deepthroating, which is so not fair because now Patrick will have to work here and remember this.

As for Pete, well. The smell of chocolate never fails to get him turned on now. Which would be embarrassing, except he’s Pete.

After that momentary interlude, which concludes with a large quantity of cream and Patrick making Pete scream as he comes by fucking him hard and slow, the shop sees nothing more interesting than Brendon’s various dance routines for quite a while. On their own, the routines wouldn’t be that great, but Brendon manages to add so much zest and energy into them that even the usually sarcastic Spencer has to admit that the show’s going to turn out well.

As summer fast approaches, Patrick starts to slowly change his stock. He gradually starts switching the chocolates most susceptible to the heat with trays of cookies, creating a rainbow of colors and flavors that Brendon agonizes over when he comes in for a sugar fix. Fruits, especially strawberries, sell incredibly well. Patrick comes up with the idea of selling them like the single chocolates, by allowing people to fill a box, and then he adds a pot of chocolate melted to room temperature to go with them.

There is a considerable upside to this venture, however; Pete has a sweet tooth rivalled by no one else Patrick knows, and this plus his apparent inability to think of blowing Patrick and then not actually do it leads to him dropping to his knees – in the shop, adding yet another memory Patrick will have to try, and mostly succeed at, repressing while he’s working, – taking a large mouthful of melted chocolate and then proceeding to have what he calls the best half an hour of his life sucking Patrick off, then licking the chocolate off Patrick’s dick, his stomach and thighs, making him come again in the process.

Brendon sometimes buys just the pot of chocolate, much to Ryan’s horror. “It’s the sugar high he gets,” says Ryan after watching Brendon honest-to-god twirl off to a rehearsal, “it lasts for fucking hours.” Pete, ever a lurker and an eavesdropper, mentions this to Brendon. A few days later they walk into the shop, Ryan positively glowing, although he rather hilariously ruins his image of serene happiness by blushing furiously when Patrick sets p the pot to start melting chocolate.

“I take it Brendon used the chocolate for something other than a sugar high?” Patrick laughs when Ryan splutters, staring at him with wide eyes before grinning and ducking his head. Brendon just gives Patrick a look over his shoulder from where he’s perusing the trays of cookies.

“Yeah. Uh, actually, we wanted to ask something.” Patrick nods, head bent down as he finishes icing the muffins which are so popular with the school kids. Brendon joins Ryan by the counter, practically bouncing on his tiptoes. He’s chosen a cookie in record time and takes a bite before asking: “What--what kind of stuff have you and Pete tried?”

“What?” Patrick looks up so fast that his hat almost falls off. Ryan’s expression, such as it is, looks entirely innocent. Brendon’s pulling the puppy-dog eyes, which mean he’s not innocent at all, in any way possible, so Patrick knows that this is his idea. “What makes you think there’s anything to tell?”

“Come on,” scoffs Ryan dismissively, “you’re with Pete. We’re imagining vanilla’s the only flavour you haven’t tried.” Okay, so maybe it’s Ryan’s fault as well. Patrick glares at them both, and then is saved from answering by a cute kid with mildly curly hair, wanting something for a ‘friend’. Patrick sends death glares Ryan and Brendon’s way as he serves the guy - Tyson, possibly, he’s been in before - but they ignore him and wander off with huge grins.

By the time the matinee performance of Brendon’s play rolls around, everyone who is a frequent visitor to the shop knows the songs and the dances by heart. It’s become his unofficial rehearsal room, mostly because Patrick doesn’t mind him practicing there and Brendon’s roommate does mind. But then, as Spencer says, Brent doesn’t seem to like anything fun.

They're all given tickets, Ryan accepting his quietly before slightly surprising Patrick and several customers by pulling Brendon half over the counter to kiss him. It’s a small way of making up for his reaction the last time Brendon had tried to give him a ticket to a show, and it makes Patrick smile like a proud parent. Then he has the image of Pete as the wife and he has to sit down he’s laughing so much. Pete looks fucking fantastic in eyeliner, as they already know (Patrick's pillowcases frequently have the stains to show it), but a dress? Not so much.

With so many loyal fans in the audience, and with Jon on hand to capture Brendon’s best side with his camera – Ryan says that’s all of Brendon’s sides, and after barely the first act they all agree – it can’t fail to be an awesome night. As Brendon takes bow after bow with the rest of the cast all five of them cheer so loud their voices are hoarse the next day, Ryan especially.

They celebrate at the shop, having the sort of midnight feast any boarding school would be proud to host. When they’re all thoroughly high on sugar and mildly drunk Brendon brings out his ipod, to which they all attempt karaoke. The party ends abruptly when Patrick's turn comes; Pete makes it through one verse and half of a chorus before he’s dragging Patrick up the stairs and away, forgetting to whisper so that the others hear him saying, “I want you to use that fucking gorgeous voice to make me come, now.”

Ryan has the same idea about Brendon, so they take themselves off in an equal hurry to Pete and Patrick, leaving Spencer and Jon to tidy up as best they can, or want to. Spencer catches Jon licking a splash of melted chocolate off his finger and appropriates it into his own mouth, looking at Jon with rapidly darkening blue eyes.

“Wanna go have some fucking awesome sex?” Jon somehow manages to make his brain work long enough to get the words to form and then vocalize them, although that’s the last full sentence he says for the rest of the evening. As they’re both too drunk and too turned on to care about getting to a bed, and because Spencer’s actually very strong, Jon winds up getting fucked against their front door, fingers scrabbling against the wood with each solid thrust.

As Patrick opens up the next day, sending Pete out with a kiss that leaves them both breathless as a thank-you for helping to tidy up, he thinks that maybe the shop does more than just bring people together. It does still do that; Tyson, the guy with the curly hair, finally owns up about the huge crush he has on his friend Nick. With a little persuasion from Brendon, of all people, he gets together the courage to tell Nick exactly why he gets him his favorite chocolates every now and then, resulting in another couple Patrick's shop collects.

The thing is, the shop also affects them in another way. It’s where Ryan feels most comfortable being tactile with Brendon, other than their rooms, and Brendon being Brendon, he always reacts to Ryan’s light touches and overall presence in the typical way, being a tactile person himself. Jon hangs around while he waits for Spencer, the shop halfway between his work, the campus and their condo. This would be quite innocent, if Jon didn’t always end up caving and buying some coffee creams.

All of Patrick's chocolates are delicious, but seeing as Jon loves coffee, his expression when eating these is practically pornographic, as are his noises. He always waits until he can see Spencer walking down the street to start them, a tactic it took Spencer a surprisingly long time to clue into. Now that he has, he either teases Jon by chatting to Patrick for a while, or just grabs his arm and drags Jon away. Both methods seem to work for Jon; at least, they always look like they just got laid.

For his part, Patrick's now getting used to having to repress thoughts of Pete while he’s working, especially if Pete’s actually there. Turns out, not so shockingly, that Pete has a thing for semi-public sex, and thanks to the total orgasms this has given Patrick so far, he’s really not complaining. He’s not quite as into it as Pete is, although this doesn’t mean he never reciprocates: it just means Patrick locks the door and pulls the blinds down before doing anything.

Pete watches him do this the first time with an amused expression, one which is soon wiped off his face as Patrick bends him over the counter (covered in a sheet, he’d planned this) and proceeds to fuck him blind, Pete’s favorite ginger syrup making his golden skin shimmer as it drips off his back and slides down his arms. Patrick licks it off, tongue flicking over Pete’s spine and lower, over his ass, teasing Pete at first and then rimming him until he can’t breathe.

So, yes, the shop definitely has some sort of influence, one that doesn’t wane as the sticky days of summer fade. When fall approaches again, they have yet another party particular only to Little Things, to celebrate a year of Ryan working there. They all sit talking until the early hours of the morning, Jon capturing as many moments as he can with his camera. Spencer steals it occasionally, to take some of Jon; most of them will go up on the wall of Pete’s place, one which he almost hesitantly asks Patrick one crisp and clear day if he’d like to come share.

Ryan maintains that he did not squeal when Patrick told him about moving in with Pete, and they pretend to humor him. As for the tiny set of rooms above the chocolate shop, the words are barely out of Ryan’s mouth before Patrick agrees. He’s been dying to get out of the campus halls for months, for some actual privacy with Brendon. Patrick spares him any comments or even a knowing look, instead just handling it as business-like as he can.

Even with Patrick not living there any more, he knows the shop will be well-looked after at night, although Ryan is told only to use the key to the shop-front only in emergencies – Brendon is given strict warnings, and Ryan prudently doesn’t tell him where the key is. Not that he’d eat everything, or make a mess, but Patrick feels that it’s best to not let temptation even come into his line of sight. The same could be said for him and Pete, though, since because they now live together, they really can’t keep their hands off each other.

In one of those delightful twists of fate that make us wonder if we did something truly noble and wonderful in another life, the little shop with its quirky walls, beautiful paintings and divine aroma quietly enriches the lives of at least six of its most loyal fans, if not everyone who shops there to some extent. Their relationships seem infused with the smoothness of good chocolate, although there is the occasional bit of zest thrown in for excitement.

But that's life, right?

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