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Dear Yuletide writer

loz22 — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 22:26:39 GMT

Hello Yuletide writer!

First off I'm sorry my requests are so very general. So, I thought I would better myself;

I like: Longing, Angst, Fluff, Happy endings, love, stupidity, smut, Plots, genderfuck.

Its safe to say i will be very easy to please.

I pretty much will love anything you choose to write for me. I hope you enjoy writing and don't stress!!!! I will appreciate anything I get from you.

Waiting with baited breath,

Lauren

New fic!!

loz22 — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 08:03:57 GMT

Hi guys just a quick little fic. Hope you enjoy!

Title: Chiming clocks and thumping hearts
Author:Lauren
Pairing:Pete/Patrick kinda
Summary: The funny thing is Patrick already knows that as soon as Pete's crisis is over, he will write page after page about man napping. Which he will make Patrick sing.
Rating:pg-13 very mild swearing
Disclaimer:Not real.

Patrick had been anticipating the highjack. To be more specific, he had been waiting for the day (or night) when Pete’s thoughts would catch up with him, making Pete catch up with Patrick.

When the moment had finally arrived, Patrick was surprised, even though he had been expecting it.
You’d be surprised too if someone came into your bedroom in the middle of the night. Dressed all in black and whispering (hissing) loudly, ‘Insert name here’ over and over.

And now, as Pete lay’s in a heap under the shelter of a sheet on the guest bed he says, ‘Patrick’ again. Only this time instead of whispering (hissing), he is whining. Loudly.

‘Patrick,’ He says again.

‘Pete,’ Patrick answers.

The only noise louder than the clock chiming was the loud, deep breaths coming from Pete. Pete’s only request when purchasing the clock was that it had to be obnoxiously loud. So, as the clock starts chiming Patrick listens as Pete tries to be louder then it, Obnoxiously so.

‘You need to help me.’ That’s classic Pete behaviour.

‘I need to help you?’ Patrick waits for a reply as the lump on the bed pulls the sheet more firmly over its head. All Patrick could see of Pete is his hand, peeking out above the sheet.

‘It’s how it works Patrick.’

‘So you think by kidnapping me in the middle of the night and locking us in your guest bedroom will be ok because, its how it works?’

‘Kidnap? Don’t you mean Man nap Patrick?’ Pete says, pout evident in his voice. ‘If you haven’t noticed your no longer a child, man.’

The funny thing is Patrick already knows that as soon as Pete’s crisis is over, he will write page after page about man napping. Which he will then make Patrick sing about.

‘Thanks for clearing that shit up man,’ Patrick says as he moves closer to Pete, ‘All I’m gonna say is pot and kettle, Pete,’ Patrick pauses and no, screw that. ‘Ok, and maybe this, You aren’t a kid anymore either. But time after time you resort to playground tactics like this.’

That’s when Pete started to breathe shallowly. Classic manipulative Pete, trying to make Patrick feel guilty for making Pete feel guilty.

It worked.

‘What do I need to do, Pete?’ Patrick asks as he sits on the bed.

The only answer Patrick receives is the Pete shaped lump moving under the sheet, moving closer to Patrick.

‘Pete, what’s going on?’

Still no response.

‘Pete, dude. Just so you know you are dangerously close to me stealing that key from your pants and leaving.’

Pete moves quickly, the sheet landing in waves around his hips. Patrick softens his expression when he notices the dark circles lining Pete’s eyes.

‘I’m scared.’

Sure, Patrick had been expecting the intervention with Pete (the intervention Pete instigated) and Pete had really gone about it in the wrong way but, the thing is Patrick loves Pete. Like stupid amounts and Pete is his best friend, asshole or not.

So, as Pete looks up at him, big watery eyes and trembling body, Patrick crumbles just like pie.

‘Its ok Pete. You’ll be ok.’ Pete opens his arms and Patrick folds into him, his fingers grasping Pete’s shoulders, trying to kill the tremor.

‘You’ll be ok,’ Patrick really wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more.

‘Patrick,’ Pete grasps Patrick’s face firmly, ‘Patrick. You have to say that.’

‘What is it Pete? I’ll understand if you tell me,’ Patrick promises.

Pete moves back slightly but he manages to keep hold of Patrick’s face, trying to ground himself, ‘What if I’m bad at this?’

Patrick instantly knew what ‘this’ is. Pete’s scared to death, Patrick knows that failure for Pete never has and never will be an option.

‘Come here,’ Patrick pulls Pete into a tight hug just like all those times before and Pete shudders as he hides his face into Patrick’s neck, also just like all those times before.

‘Pete.’

No answer.

‘Pete,’ Patrick says again.

‘Patrick,’ Pete croaks back.

Patrick pulls away so Pete is forced to look at him, ‘Hey, look at me asshole.’

‘You really shouldn’t be calling me an asshole when I’m so vulnerable.’

Patrick ignores him, ‘Pete, listen to me. You’re going to be a fantastic father.’

Pete holds still, his fingers clenching around Patrick’s arms, ‘You don’t know that.’

‘I do. I just do. You are going to be an amazing dad man. Your little Wentz will be loved, and cherished and adored and cared for.’

‘But, what if I suck at it Patrick?’

‘Dude, listen to me,’ Pete moves closer, his eyebrows raised. ‘You will be an awesome father.’

Pete sniffles, nodding his head up and down trying to believe. ‘Ok, ok.’

Patrick hits Pete on the shoulder while he ruffles Pete’s hair, ‘I also know you will have the little Wentz in a pair of skinny jeans and holding a guitar in no time.’

Pete stops. The shuddering breaths turn even, the shaking subsides then Pete laughs loud and clear, louder than the clock chiming. Just because.

New Fic

loz22 — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 01:11:24 GMT

Title: Fear - a feeling of danger, evil etc

Pairing: Pete/ Patrick

Summary: Patrick never believed in fear.

Rating: PG-13

Fear: A feeling of danger, evil, trouble etc. Likelihood of danger. For fear of, in order to prevent or avoid. To feel concern or anxiety for something.

Patrick never believed in fear. He felt that living your life safely was hollow. It’s vapid. It’s living comfortably because you’re to scared to feel.

Patrick knows that fear is a waste of space in his life. It’s a waste of emotion. It’s a waste of time.

From a young age his mother taught Patrick to live a fearless life. ‘There’s no point in holding back,’ she would say. Or, ‘Only sad and lonely people believe in fear. You Patrick, you’re not one of them.’ So, when Patrick would leave his home, he would do so without worry. He would run, scream and yell. He never let fear of looking different get in the way of his constant movement.

All that changed when he met Pete. Pete with his small body and big teeth, with his odd smiles his too big mouth and his louder voice. Patrick kind of liked him though, almost instantly.

This stupid, vapid emotion made a belated appearance when Pete chose to make fun of Patrick’s fearless fashion choices. “Dude. What are you wearing?” Pete asked, his right eyebrow arched.

Patrick felt weird warmth in his stomach, making his knees wobble. “Uh clothes?”

That’s when Patrick let the fear grip him. And boy was it holding on tight, clenching and unclenching. Patrick was suddenly scared that Pete, the asshole with the big stupid mouth, wouldn’t like him. That he would think Patrick was a dork because he was wearing a loud sweater.

1. A feeling of danger, evil, trouble, etc; about to happen.

The first time Patrick got up on stage with Fall Out Boy, he was afraid. Even though they were only playing to like ten people, most of who were Joe’s relatives.

Pete found him in the venue’s bathroom. “Don’t sweat it Patrick. You’re going to be great,” Pete said, holding Patrick’s arm firmly, “Don’t be scared.”

Patrick wasn’t scared about playing in front of people (ok, maybe a little). Shit, he was made for this. (That’s what Pete tells him anyway). But, Patrick didn’t want to disappoint Pete, because he thought Patrick was made for this. And that scared him.

Patrick pulled his arm from Pete’s grasp, “Fuck you man. I’m not scared.”

“Yeah sure,” Pete scoffed. “That’s why I found you in the gents, with your head between your legs.”

“Ok, so I’m nervous. But, being nervous is different to being scared or afraid.”

Patrick was nodding his head vigorously, up and down, trying to convince Pete. Trying to convince himself.

“Careful there Patrick,” Pete grasped his face tightly, trying to end the spastic jerks of Patrick’s head. “You might get dizzy. And if you get dizzy you won’t be able to perform. And if you can’t play, we won’t have a singer. And if we don’t have a singer, then we cant play. And if we cant play, Andy will cry.” Pete’s smile was growing, “You don’t want that, do you?”

Of course Patrick didn’t want Andy to start crying. Damn Pete and his stupid cute face.

“This is all your fault Pete. I never wanted to be the singer.”

2. Likelihood of danger.

Being Pete’s friend should come with some kind of a warning, so some unknowing sap can fully understand what their getting themselves in for.

Something like, ‘Warning being friends with Pete Wentz may cause sudden and violent attacks and or outbursts.’

Or maybe something like this, ‘Warning Pete Wentz will make you fall in love with him by power of the mind. Also by being lucky.’

It was dangerous to ones health, to their mental stability.

Lately though, it had become more dangerous for Patrick’s heart. And as much as Patrick would deny vehemently any romantic feelings towards Pete, it was starting to get hard to keep his feelings under lock and key.

He had liked Pete from the beginning, but lately, his feelings had intensified.
All because Pete had taken to draping himself over Patrick, to touching him all the time, to kissing him, to holding his hand. At times Pete would be so close that Patrick could see his big eyes twinkling. Sometimes, Pete was so close that Patrick could feel his heavy breath on his neck.

Patrick felt the danger grip his chest, almost vice like through him. He couldn’t be in love with Pete, he just couldn’t.

Pete who has a girlfriend with a fucking promise ring.

3. For fear of, in order to avoid or prevent.

“Are you crazy?” Patrick quietly gasped into the phone, “You can’t tell him.”

“Well you wont and someone has to,” Ryan grumbled.

“No. Ryan no one has to tell him. He is better off not knowing. Trust me.”

Ryan didn’t understand. He didn’t realise how Patrick’s whole world would fall apart. Pete would find out, laugh at him and then go to some stupid club for hosting duties with his girlfriend.

“You’re not giving him much of a chance Patrick.”

“I am Ryan. I have. He doesn’t need to know I love him. It would only fuck everything up.”

Patrick prided himself on being brave, being proud. Loving Pete made him feel helpless, afraid and that scared him because he never aloud himself to fear anything.

“That’s fucking bullshit and you know it. He loves you too Patrick. We can all see it.”

“Yeah really? Well guess what! Pete also loves his girlfriend.”

“Maybe,” Ryan sighed. “But maybe he loves you more.”

4. To feel concern or anxiety for something.

Patrick became concerned about two days after his chat with Ryan. He kind of confessed to unfortunately having big feelings for Pete.

Patrick was concerned because Pete had been acting strangely. Well, stranger than usual. He was being sweet, opening doors and giving Patrick the last slice of pizza.

“Patrick, you wanna eat this?” Pete gestured to his plate. The last slice of melted cheese smiling back at him.

“Uh no. You have it Pete.”

Patrick suddenly forgot what state they were in, he forgot what the city was called they slept in last night. Patrick knew though, that Pete was looking at him oddly, kind of like he had never seen him before.

Fucking Ross.

Patrick started to sweat, “So, Pete. You spoken to Ryan recently?”

“No more than usual.”

This is true. Pete calls Ryan each night before bed, just to check in. Patrick wouldn’t normally care, except he’s kind of a lot concerned that Ryan may have told Pete about his little predicament, “So, what’s happening with Ross? And what about Brendon? The kid been having too much sugar?”

Pete’s eyes are large and kind of concerned. He moves closer to Patrick, slowly, worried that he will scare Patrick away. “Are you ok?”

“I’m great,” he squeaked in reply.

“You sure?” Pete asked, his eyes narrowed.

Patrick resorted to nodding his head again, like that time in the bathroom. Quickly, up and down, faster and faster. He was trying in vain to convince Pete that he was just fine. Trying to convince himself that yes he can manage his fear. Really, he could. He was brave. He was proud, remember?

It wasn’t until the next day that Pete sort him out in the living room, sort of throwing himself onto Patrick.

“So I broke up with Ashlee,” Pete smiled up at him.

“Are you ok?” Patrick was trying really hard to sound concerned, not like Christmas had come early.

“Better than ok. I feel great.”

That’s where it got a little uncomfortable. Pete was on Patrick’s lap, just recently separated from his girlfriend and feeling supposedly great about it. “Aren’t you going to ask why?”

“Ok. Why Pete? Why did you break up with Ashlee?”
“I talked to Ross,” Pete started. “He said you love me but were to fucking scared to do anything about it.”

Patrick instantly tensed, trying to shake Pete off of him, this only caused Pete to hold on tighter.

“Is it true?” Pete asked fluttering his eyelashes. “Do you love me?”

Patrick was going to kill Ryan. First he was going to confiscate his hair straightener. Then, he was going to cut up his clothes and feed them to him, vest by vest.

“Patrick,” Pete poked his thigh. “Is it true? Do you love me?”

“What do you think Pete? Why would Ross lie about something like that?” Pete chose that moment to lean up and kiss him quickly.

“Asshole. Do you think its funny that I love you?” Patrick was fuming.

Pete leaned in again and covered his lips, only longer this time, “Are you finished?” Pete asked

“No Pete. I’m not. I’m aloud to freak the fuck out ok?”

“Patrick will you stop,” Pete yelled. “I like you too, ok? I broke up with Ashlee when Ryan told me.”

Patrick had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation for it. “Can you pinch me?”

Pete did one better. He punched him.

“Asshole. You didn’t have to do it so hard.”

“Obviously I did. I like you ok? Can we kiss now?” Pete asked pulling Patrick down with him so they were level.

“You’re lame,” Patrick said.

“I’ll lame you up.”

“Oh, please.”

Excitement: State of being stirred up or excited. Something that excites; Pete kissing Patrick.

loz22 — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 21:43:42 GMT

I'm kind of stuck here people.

I think I should branch out and write different pairings, cause well, I cant write Pete/Patrick forever!

so, to get me rolling does anyone have any fic they would like me to write? I dont mind what it is guys. I'm on holidays sooooo I have all the time in the world!

Also, I love coffee forever

Home away from home!

loz22 — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 10:51:48 GMT

Hey guys, new story.

Title:Home away from home

Rating:pg-13

Pairing:Pete/Patrick

Summary: Pete really loves touring

A/N: Enjoy!!!!

If anyone ever asks Pete how he finds touring he would tell them, That there isn’t one thing he can find wrong with it.

It may be cheesy, but its true; When Pete’s on tour, its hard to imagine a life that doesn’t involve bus’s, truck stops and constant moving. He has a chance to be everything anyone wants him to be when he’s playing. It’s a certain freedom he misses when he has to be just Pete again, when the tour finishes.

He loves the thrill of performing under bright lights, as he hears the screams from the crowd. Screams that make him feel that, yes, he is Pete fucking Wentz.
And Pete knows it sick, but he also loves the fights and power struggles in the band that happen when people have little to no sleep.

“I’m not fucking doing it.”

“Yes Patrick, you fucking will.” Pete smiles, loving the angry flush that blooms over Patrick’s cheeks, watching, as it grows into a deep scarlet.

Patrick could be a stubborn fuck when he needed to be, “Listen asshole, I refuse to be some gimmick so you can get some more publicity. You can just forget about it!”

That right there was classic Pete and Patrick behaviour, Pete would suggest something totally outrageous, Patrick would then laugh it off, Pete, instead of dropping the idea, would become even more focused on getting what he wants. Even if that means bitching at Patrick, whining, complaining and threatening until he would grudgingly agree.

“Patrick,” Pete starts softly, “You aren’t a gimmick. I wouldn’t ever use our relationship to get someone to buy tickets to our show.” Except all the times Pete had done exactly that.

Pete continues, “But, I love you and you love me. You might not love me so much right now, Patrick, but lets face it, I light up your life.”

Patrick snorts at this, “as much as I do love you Pete, no amount of sweet talking or whatever it is you do will make me want to pose nude with you in Playboy. Besides, don’t they only use like, female centerfolds?”

“I’ll blow you if you do it.”

And like clockwork, when the tour is almost over with it has definitely lost its sparkle for Pete. Mainly, because he is really fucking tired.
Pete has always known what it feels like to be tired, but when on tour, Pete feels like he will be chasing sleep forever. So, when a tour draws to a close, Pete feels like he will be running for eternity to get a few minutes of sleep.

Sometimes, sometimes Pete likes to lock himself in the bus bathroom to come back down to earth.

He yells, screams, punches, kicks at nothing and fucking everything and cries out angrily, “You fucking idiot. This is what you love. You get off on this shit Wentz, the attention and screaming. The cramped space.”

Pete then grows silent, strangely calm, as he stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His eyes are bloodshot, hair long and eyeliner smudged and then says softly, more gently, “This is your life. This is everything you always wanted, stop being a pussy. Any kid with a bass would die a hundred times over to take your place.”

So, Pete loves the spectacle that is touring, and if anyone ever asks him what he loves most about it, Pete would tell them; It is being able to hold Patrick at night.

In the morning, his body always aches from the awkward position he slept in on the hard bunk, but the pain is totally worth it, because he is able to cling at his boyfriend.

Pete likes to snuggle into Patrick’s warm body, his hands holding Patrick to him, just because. Patrick’s soft familiar snores feel like home to Pete, just as much as Patrick’s cotton covered feet that like to rub circles on Pete’s thigh.

Pete begins to chase after his sleep when Patrick rubs his face against Pete’s arms, whispering “I love you.”

The words are soft, but Pete can hear them over the soft hum of the bus.

Fic- Jealous Guy

loz22 — Thu, 24 Jan 2008 13:24:30 GMT

Pairing :Pete/Patrick
Summary:It wasnt that Pete didnt trust Patrick, becuase he did.
Rating:pg-13

“Hi, you’ve reached Patrick. Leave me a message, and I will get back to you.”

Pete was slightly anxious, Patrick still wasn’t picking up almost two hours later.

“Hey man. It’s me, again. Don’t you think ‘trick that, its kind of childish to be ignoring me like this? Do you remember who I am? I’m Pete Wentz, you can’t hide from me.”

It all began when Pete decided he needed to watch Patrick, to see exactly what he gets up to when Pete might not be looking.

It wasn’t that Pete didn’t trust Patrick, because Pete did (or he tried to), it was that Pete didn’t trust other people to not hit on Patrick.

In the beginning it had been a little boring watching Patrick, mainly because Patrick was all about music. Really, Pete never witnessed Patrick get up to anything remotely bad (alright, there was this one time when he didn’t wash his hands after pissing, but that’s all Pete had.)

So Pete was left feeling slightly disappointed. He was disappointed because Pete had spent a long while watching, hiding behind sofas and palm trees. Not even one guy had tried to hit on him.

Pete tried not to be outraged at this massive injustice of no-one noticing Patrick, because hello! He’s all soft skin, pink cheeks, rainbows and not to mention a mouth made for porn.

Also, Patrick is what makes Pete’s heart thump fast, is what Pete loves so much he would gladly die without.

And for no-one else to see what Pete sees makes him feel strangely mad that not one single person has attempted to pick up his boyfriend.

“Hi, you’ve reached Patrick. Leave me a message, and I will get back to you.”

“Dude,” Pete began. “I can find one thing wrong with that message, the whole I will get back to you part? Because, Patrick I’m still waiting.”

Oh, shit. Pete forgot to tell him he was sorry. Again.

“Hi, you’ve reached Patrick. Leave me a message, and I will get back to you.”

“Man I’m a douche. I forgot to tell you I’m sorry for being an asshole. Call me.”

It should also come as no surprise, that when someone actually shows interest in Patrick, that Pete gets fucked off.

As Pete watches Patrick being interviewed by some tool from E! He can’t help but notice the reporter moving closer to Patrick, slowly, inch by inch.

“So Patrick, tell me, how does it feel to perform to packed venues each night?” The reporter asks.

Patrick glances at Pete before answering, “Uh, it’s great. It’s every child’s fantasy to grow up and be a rock star.”

Pete casts a shrew glance across at the woman as she throws here head back laughing, leaving her neck exposed.

“You’re funny. Has anyone ever told you that?” she asks, sweeping her hair to her shoulder.

Was this woman serious?

“Actually yes,” Pete cuts in, ignoring the warning in Patrick’s eyes. “I tell him everyday,” Pete squints. Trying to read her name tag, “Stacey. I tell him every morning when I wake up, next to him.”

“He’s just kidding. Aren’t you Pete?” Patrick asks, forcing a smile.

“Yeah, I’m really not Stacey. I’m not kidding. When I wake up next to him I say, ‘Patrick, baby, you’re so funny.”

Pete definitely doesn’t miss the glare Patrick sends him, while he wrings his hands together his lap.

“Oh, well that’s nice.” Stacey flinches under Pete’s eyes.

Pete then watches as the woman moves farther back from Patrick, her eyes darting between both men, suddenly understanding.

“Hi, you’ve reached Patrick. Leave a message, and I will get back to you.”

“……….. Patrick. Dude, I already said I was sorry.” Pete knew he sounded slightly petulant and a lot obnoxious, “What can I say to make things better?”

Pete would be the first to admit to anyone that that he was a jealous guy.

Pete didn’t like the feeling he got when he would see someone else make Patrick smile; the clench in his stomach, the lump in his throat, his sweaty palms.

“Baby, you need to realize that when you love someone you need to be able to trust them too,” his mother had once told him.

But Pete hadn’t always been this way. He hadn’t always had to second guess, he never felt the need to jump to conclusions, but that was a life before Jeanae.

Jeanae was a female Pete, maybe that was the problem. She would always be playing games to get reactions, only wanting Pete to take notice in the beginning.

She had no problem letting bob whatshisface hang off of her. She had no problem letting anyone fawn over her, buy her gifts and stroke her hair

Jeanae especially had no problem letting Pete see these men do these things.

“You look like a slut.” Pete shouts, while his heart aches.

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you Pete.”

Public scenes were there thing. It was always done on a large scale; there would be name calling, yelling, crying, smeared eye liner and heated accusations.

Jeanae’s argument was, “You don’t care Pete. I’m just trying to make you feel.”

Pete’s argument was always, “Why do you want me to feel like that? Feel like my life is shattering?”

She made him this way, jealous and calculating.

“Hi, this is Patrick. If your name is Pete, please, stop taking up all the space on my voicemail.”

“Patrick, when did you change your message? More importantly, if you found the time to change you message, why couldn’t you call me? Anyway, I’m an asshole, but I’m your asshole. And I’m really sorry for hurting you. Come home soon ok? I miss you. Call me. Please.”

The reason Pete had been leaving message after message, was that he had kind of lost all control when he watched Spencer watch Patrick.

It had really started about six months ago when Pete had started to notice Spencer’s eyes sparkle when Patrick would talk.

It had been about two months ago when Pete watched Spencer light up whenever Patrick would smile at him.
It had been two weeks ago when Pete had flinched when Spencer had ran his fingers up and down Patrick’s arm.

It had been three hours ago when the shit hit the roof.

“Patrick, you look so pretty,” Spencer grins. “You look all flushed and cute.”

Patrick had thought it would be a great idea to bring Ryan and Spencer to breakfast.

“Uh, what do you mean?” Patrick blushes, looking nervously at Pete.

“I like it when your cheeks turn pink.”

“What about me Spence?” Ryan asks, “I’m pretty.”

“Yeah you are man. But Patrick is out of this world pretty.”

Pete watches still, as Spencer leans forward to capture Patrick’s hand in his own, his fingers stroking Patrick’s skin.

In that instant Pete launches himself across the table, tackling Spencer to the ground, his arms swinging while his legs are flying.

Ryan rushes to Spencer’s side, trying to push Pete off of him, but it was no use. Pete has always been a dirty fighter; a knee to the groin, teeth bighting, fists flying. Pete tended to wrap his legs around his opponent and hold on for dear life.

And this time was no different.

Pete at once calms down when he notices Patrick’s hands at his waist, pulling him off Spencer.

“What’s wrong with you Pete?” Spencer asks, looking ruffled.

“What’s wrong with me? Maybe it’s the fact that you’re hitting on my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” Ryan gasps

“Yes, my boyfriend. I don’t about you Spencer, but I don’t enjoy watching some guy hit on my man.”

Pete can hear Patrick gasp behind him. Patrick is suddenly clinging to his back, holding both of Pete’s arms behind his back.

“Come on Pete, were leaving.” Patrick grabbed roughly at Pete’s arms, “He may not look like it Spence, but he is really sorry. And Pete will be apologizing to you very soon.”

When Patrick had managed to drag Pete outside of the diner, he looked at him angrily waiting for an explanation.

“Well?” Patrick asks

“Well what? If you’re not going to protect our relationship, then I will.”

Pete hadn’t deliberately bated him, it just happened that way.

“What are you trying to say, Pete? What, that I don’t care?” Patrick shakes his head, “of course I want to protect our relationship.”

“If you love him why don’t you marry him?”

“Asshole” Patrick mutters before walking away.

“Hi you’ve reached Patrick. I have an asshole boyfriend who I love and will see very soon.”

“I hope your talking about me.” Pete began, “If your not, well I wish you all the best for the future. Or whatever.”

Pete was busy feeling sorry for himself when Patrick climbed into their bed, beside him.

“So, tell me again about how you hope I will be happy in the future with my new asshole boyfriend.”

Pete can’t help the sniffle that fills the silence after Patrick’s statement, “I mean it Patrick. I just want you to be happy.”

Patrick leans down and kisses Pete softly, “You’re the only asshole boyfriend I want or need. You make me happy.”

“What do you mean?” Pete wasn’t expecting that.

“I mean, that I still love you, but you need to cut out this jealous bullshit.”

“Anything Patrick. I will do anything.”

“You also need to call Spencer and apologize for biting and hurting him.”

Pete clung tight to his Patrick, holding tight just incase he changed his mind.

“This is Spencer. Leave a message.”

“So, I guess I’m sorry I punched you in the face, Spence.”

loz22 — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 23:26:05 GMT

Oh god I have to Go Christmas shopping today!

I hate it.

All the pushing and shoving and rude people behind counters.

How is everyone spending Christmas?

(Also Sesa is kicking my ass)

Fic!!!!

loz22 — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 07:02:37 GMT

I wrote this for pfor who sounded like they *really* wanted fic and needed a little cheering up!!!!

Title:Pete never liked Justin Timberlake
Rating: a very soft NC-17
Summary: At first when Pete discovered Patricks little kink he thought it was sweet.
AN: Enjoy!

At first when Pete discovered Patrick’s little kink, he thought it was sweet. It started with Patrick turning up the radio whenever his songs would come on, Patrick claimed it was because ‘Everyone was talking so god damn loud.’

Pete thought it was a little weird when he sat down to listen to Patrick’s Ipod, like he always does because the dude is like a musical genius and Pete needs to be part of that. So, Pete settles himself on the couch earphones plugged in ready to go, only to hear Justin fucking Timberlake singing Cry me a river when Pete plays Patrick’s favorites.

But what really makes Pete freak the fuck out is when he checks Patrick’s history on his computer.

“Pete can you repeat that please, preferably in English,’ Andy laughed.

“He knows how I feel about that fucker. He just knows man, its way past the point of acceptable.”

Andy sighs loudly into the phone. “These are your options Pete; you can calm the fuck down, or you can call me tomorrow at a decent hour.”

“Sorry dude, it’s just. Its Timberlake, you know? And Patrick is totally mooning over him.”

Pete would be the first to admit to anyone that he is a nosy asshole, hell that’s how he introduces himself, ‘Hi, I’m Pete and I’m a nosy asshole.’ And being nosy was exactly what he was doing when he checked Patrick’s history.

“Patrick, my Patrick was gawking over pictures of Timberlake on his computer.”

Andy snorted into the phone before saying, “And you know this how?”

“I checked his memory.” Patrick could definitely be a sneaky fucker when he needed to be so; and that is why Pete considered checking up on his boyfriend’s activities to be normal behavior. “Don’t scoff man, I can hear you.”

Patrick had become skittish lately, always jumping when Pete was near, ending phone calls abruptly when Pete entered the room and closing the windows screen when he would try to peer over Patrick’s shoulder.

“You sound kind of mega crazy Pete.”

“Well you would be too if Timberlake was trying to steal your man, with his slick dance moves and funky fedoras.”

“Justin is trying to steal Patrick? Isn’t Patrick the one downloading his photos?” Andy laughed.

“The guy is slime.” Pete decided, “Trying to get his hands on Patrick.”
Well, Pete wasn’t about to let that happen. Sure Timberlake may have a few muscles on Pete, but Pete has an army of cut band boys who would fight for such a worthy cause.

“Good night Pete,” Andy yawned.

“What? Dude, you can’t hang up now. We have cause Patrick to plan!”

The next day after their show, Pete cornered Patrick backstage.

“So, if I gave you the chance to have a one night stand, with boundaries, would you do it?”

“What sort of boundaries?” Patrick asked.

“No fucking.” Yeah definitely no sex, Pete thought, and now that he thought about it no blow jobs, “And no blow jobs.”

Snorting Patrick said, “Well Pete, that wouldn’t be a one night stand would it? It sounds more like a thirteen year old girl’s sleepover.”

Pete pushed Patrick’s shoulders into the wall, leaning his body into Patrick’s, “My rules Patrick,” Pete whispered into his ear. “My rules are no fucking, no sucking and no touching. And I get to pick with who,” Pete finished, moving his hard Cock over Patrick’s slowly.

Pete moved his face closer to Patrick’s, to lick the sweat off his brow. That’s right Pete was making Patrick sweat not that Timberlake character.

“Pete, what’s this all about?” Patrick asked. His eye’s large, Questioning.

“Not much Trick.” Pete ground longer into Patrick, after hearing a sweet moan fall from his lips. “I’m just wondering if you would agree to a one night stand.”

Pete watched Patrick through half lidded eyes; his hat was askew, lips pink from being kissed, eyes wide at seeing Pete this way.

“No. No, I wouldn’t.”

Pete beamed happily, sliding his hand over Patrick’s bulge, Pete cups him in his hand creating more friction. Pete’s lips capture Patrick’s in a sound kiss, while continuing to move faster and harder against him.

Panting heavily, his breath loud Pete asks, “You only want me?”

“Only you Pete,” Patrick gasped, his head thrown back against the wall.

Justin Timberlake can go and get fucked.

Pete lost all control when he accidentally heard a conversation between Patrick and Brendon.

“What about his arms?” Brendon asked, “I bet he would hold you all night long.”

Pete felt his chest tighten, while memories of past relationships flooded his eyes.

“I bet he leaves hickeys huh? He looks kind of kinky like that. Wanting to mark you,” Brendon giggled.

Pete’s anger grows when he watches Patrick blush, “I’ll take that as a yes Patrick!” Brendon laughed.

And who the fuck is leaving marks on Patrick?

“Is he a top? He looks like a top,” Brendon asked excitedly.

“Not that it’s any of your business Urie, but yes he is.”

Pete couldn’t stand by any longer, he wanted answers damn it! “What the fuck Patrick?” Pete yelled.

Brendon gasped covering his mouth, looking suitably guilty, “Pete hi,” he attempted lamely.

Pete held a hand up at Brendon to shut him up, “So Patrick, would you care to tell me how it feels to have this guy top you?”

Patrick’s shocked face soon turns into a frown, “Pete? What are you talking about?”

“This person you’re fucking. How does it feel?” Pete asked. At this Brendon laughs loudly, “Shut it Urie,” Pete snapped.

“Pete you are acting like a jerk,” Patrick said, his face flushed red.

“I’m a jerk Patrick? You’re the one fucking some other dude,” he yelled.

“Hey, Pete man. Pete you’ve got it all wrong dude,’ Brendon said, but was quickly silenced by Pete’s snarl.

“Pete you ass, we were talking about you,” Patrick said exasperated.

Well that wasn’t expected Pete thought, “Sure Patrick, right.”

“I’m serious Pete you are the only one I’m fucking you stupid asshole.”

For the first time in his life Pete didn’t know what to say, “Seriously Pete. Is that why you’ve been acting all weird? You thought I was cheating on you?”

“I thought you were having an affair with Justin Timberlake,” saying it aloud made Pete feel foolish.

Patrick laughed until he was doubled over crying; Brendon stared at Patrick, his eyes wide, “Oh man. That would be just so hot to see Patrick and Justin. Oh, just wow.”

“Well it sounds stupid now, but you were acting all weird with your computer, and I thought...”

“What? That I was getting sexed up by Timberlake? Besides, I wasn’t the one acting strange, you were hovering around me like a worried mother.”

“Justin would be like all golden, and Patrick is like way creamy. Justin would be pushy too! Can you imagine Patrick looking up at him with bright wide eyes?” Brendon said to no one in particular, his eyes glazed over.

“Brendon get out man. And would you please go jerk off in another room,” Pete snapped.

Pete waited until Urie had flounced out of the room to continue, “You have all of his music on your Ipod. It’s just kind of strange.”

Patrick snorted, “And your wiggles collection is totally normal right?”

Pete smiled at Patrick, “Research purposes, Patrick. I told you this,” Pete took Patrick’s hand in his, kissing each finger separately. “Forgive me for being a nosy asshole?”

“You’re not just a nosy asshole, you’re also a jerk. But yes I forgive you.”

Dear Secret Santa

loz22 — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 08:39:52 GMT

Dear Secret Santa,

First of all a million thank you's for writing me a story I'm going to love.
I love fics that are funny and I really like angst with a happy ending. Also, porn is love.
Believe me when I say I'm rediculasly easy to please, so very easy. And I will love anything that you write for me.
Once again, Thanks so much for being my Santa!

Lauren

loz22 — Sun, 11 Nov 2007 22:51:15 GMT

So I need to ask a big favor of my friends!!

I have signed up for a *few* (alot!) of fic exchanges and I need the help of a beta.

Pleasepleaseplease. And thanks.

The thing is, the pairing is not something i would usually write about.And I guess I need someone cheering me along!

so if anyone wants to help me I will forever be in your debt (I could even write you a thank you fic!)

Turning tricks or treat challenge

loz22 — Thu, 01 Nov 2007 07:50:06 GMT

This is my fic for turning tricks or treat at bandslashmania
Recipient: giddygeek
Title: The one where Patrick is a missionary
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: probanly r
Summary: Prompt was van days, damp skin and rainy nights!!
Author notes: Comments is love!

If someone had of told Patrick a couple of years ago that he would be playing in a band with Pete, he would have asked them if they were crazy.

This is Pete Wentz were talking about here, Patrick’s musical hero.

So, never in a million years did Patrick ever think he would be sharing space with Pete, let alone a small dingy van.

Yet here he is, in the middle of fuck knows where wedged between Pete and the passenger door, staring disbelievingly at the passing scenery.

“You’re going to be fucking huge man. Bigger than huge, you’re going to be a mega rock star and one day I will be your groupie.”

“You say that all the time Pete.”

A small part of Patrick thrived on Pete’s encouragement. He hoped Pete would never stop saying it.

“Fuck yeah I’m gonna say it all the time. It’s important for you to hear it, Patrick. I’m going to say it as many times as it takes for you to believe it.”

Pete’s so close to Patrick, that every time Pete would move Patrick could feel the vibration; the brush of skin, the way their thighs were now gently touching, slightly rubbing.

“Leave the little dude alone, Pete. You’re going to scare him away,” Joe said.

Pete laughed loudly from the seat beside him, slapping Patrick on the back good-naturedly, “This guy isn’t going anywhere, Patrick is a missionary. He is going to save our fucking souls,” Pete nudged Patrick in the gut, “Isn’t that right, Trick?”

Patrick may have only known Pete a little while, but he knew for certain that Pete could be an asshole.

“Pete, do you ever listen to yourself? I’m no missionary. I’m just some fat kid from Chicago.”

Patrick Stump is no idiot. He knows it’s unhealthy to admire someone so much that you blush when they kiss you on the neck, or lower your gaze when they catch you staring.

Patrick couldn’t help himself though, not when Pete encouraged Patrick’s behavior, manipulating him to cause these types of reactions.

“You may be some fat kid from Chicago, but your Pete’s fat kid from Chicago. Also, you’re not fat, just chunky,” Pete said, grabbing a hold of Patrick’s leg, his dark eyes piercing through Patrick’s in the dark of the van.

The first time Patrick recognized Pete as a sexual person, happened someplace between Boston and New York

Andy had decided to fill up the vans gas tank, while muttering about the van being “a fucking guzzler.” Patrick got out of the van and decided it would be a good idea to stretch his legs.

Looking to his right, Patrick noticed two kids laughing as they played in the late afternoon sun. Looking to his left, he saw Joe sucking back on a cigarette, which he passed back to someone Patrick, had never seen before.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom quickly,” Patrick called to Andy, walking in the direction of the restroom.

When Patrick entered the bathroom, he noticed that one stall was in use. As he was zipping up he couldn’t help but hear a soft groaning noise coming from the stall.
Turning slightly, Patrick stared at the close door as he began to understand what was happening, what with the loud moaning noises.

Patrick could recognize Pete’s beaten up converse shoes anywhere and this time was no different. He watched the slow slide of Pete’s shoes, back and forth back and forth.

“Oh. Oh yeah, harder. Suck harder.”

That’s the moment that Patrick decided to flee the men’s room, trying to get away from Pete, who was on his knees for a stranger in the middle of a truck stop, in the middle of who knows where.

Ever since the whole Pete is a sexual being incident, Patrick has been hard. Mainly Patrick is hard when he is around Pete. And seeing as how Pete is around all the time, Patrick spends most of the day trying to think about really unsexy things.

Whenever Pete would talk, Patrick would watch Pete’s mouth open and close. He would view Pete’s tongue run over his bottom lip again and again, making it swollen.
Patrick especially liked it when Pete would smirk because he would imagine if that’s what Pete looks like when he goes down on you.

“Fuck off Hurley. You don’t understand the Wentz brilliance.”

“The brilliance of being able to talk in the third person?” Andy asked

Patrick watched Pete laugh as he slowly licked his lips. Fuck Wentz and his brilliance and his stupid tongue.

“It’s great, right Patrick?” Pete asked, “Were rock stars touring the country in a kick ass van!”

“It’s a fucking small van if you ask me,” Patrick replied grumpily. Pete glanced quickly at Patrick, his eyes wide.

“What? It’s fucking tiny. I can hardly move dude,” Patrick snapped.

Ok so Patrick was a lot frustrated. Did it make him angry that Pete was touching him all the damn time?
Hell yes.

“What the fuck is up your ass Trick?” Pete hissed.

That’s when Patrick felt slightly guilty for snapping at Pete. It really wasn’t Pete’s fault that Patrick had caught him giving some strange guy a blowjob, right?

“Sorry, I’m just tired.”

Patrick was tired. He is tired of the small van, and tired of sharing. Mostly, Patrick is sick to death with Pete’s mouth. Pete’s grabby hands. Pete’s shrew eyes that never miss a beat.

The problem with Pete is he doesn’t understand Patrick’s need for space; Pete would try harder to reach out after Patrick has pushed him away.

Patrick knew Pete was up to something when lately, he would insist on not wearing a shirt.

“It just feels right to be bare skinned. Plus this is my second best option seeing as you wont let me take off my pants,” Pete whispered into Patrick’s ear, warm breath tickling his ear.

“If you want to take off your pants, do it without me.”

The van speed on ahead to their next destination. Trees were a blur in the window.

Patrick glanced at Pete, whose damp skin was glistening. His eyes traced the dark lines that covered Pete’s chest and arms.

“You’re no fun. Not like me, I’m a hell of a lot of fun without my pants on.”

Patrick laughed loudly, Pete really was an asshole sometimes, “I know you’re a lot of fun Pete. I’m trying to forget.”

“Why?” Pete asked

That’s the moment when Patrick felt Pete’s lips close over his own in a firm kiss.

“Why forget Trick when it could be so good between us?”

Pete then proceeded to push Patrick back against his seat, his body hovering close to Patricks.

Patrick could not believe that Pete was kissing him, some weird fat kid from Chicago. The same Pete that Patrick had overheard giving a stranger a blowjob, the same Pete who loved to tease and protect Patrick.

The same Pete who was now kissing lightly at Patrick’s neck, placing licks all over.

“Please Patrick. Tell me what you think about?” Pete asked, panting above him.

Groaning aloud, Patrick says “Oh god Pete,” when Pete finds a sensitive spot on Patrick’s neck and decides to suck on it, “Oh, you going down on me.”

Patrick could feel Pete’s smile against his skin, “It’s about time. I knew you couldn’t avoid the Wentz charm forever.”

That’s when it all made sense. Pete fucking Wentz wanted him, Patrick Stump, “Have you been trying to seduce me?”

Pete laughed again as he sucked at Patrick’s neck, which made Patrick remember how badly he wanted Pete’s mouth on him.

“Ever since I met you and you were wearing your sexy knee socks I knew that you were sent to this earth to save my soul.”

When Patrick heard Pete laugh obnoxiously loud, he gently kneed him in the stomach.

Fucking Pete Wentz.

Yuletide

loz22 — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 11:40:16 GMT

I already love you. Really I do.

I enjoy reading a good fic that has a really good plot, lots of dialogue, angst, sweetness, romance, porny goodness, all those yummy good thing.

I already love the fic you are writing for me. And cant wait to read it!

New fic!

loz22 — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 04:22:10 GMT

Title: Blame the discovery channel

Pairing: Pete/ Patrick

Summary: Pete and Patrick have ultimate love.

Rating: pg-13 for language

"Patrick,” Brendon said.

“Hey Patrick, do you remember that time when Pete pulled his pants down in front of everyone and you went bright red, remember?”

Brendon fucking Urie.

Not waiting for a response, Brendon asks, “Hey. Hey Trick, remember that time when Pete said ……”

Patrick considered himself to be a somewhat patient person. You have to be patient when you’re in a band.

Also, you have to be pretty patient if you’re dating Pete Wentz. Pete is a crazy motherfucker, what with being an asshole and intentionally winding Patrick up. Really, it was in Patrick’s best interest to be patient. He considered it self preservation to be able to roll with the punches, much to Pete’s annoyance.

“Then Ryan says to me, he says ‘Hey Bren, what are you doing with the bread?’, and I’m all ‘Making toast.”

Patrick has to remind himself to take deep, slow breaths. Breathe in and out, in and out. He also tries hard to repeat over and over that, yes Brendon is a really sweet guy, though a little frustrating sometimes. The fact that Brendon just shared his top secret recipe for salad dressing was just annoying.

Patrick was really fucking patient. Really

“I think I’m like a size 8 in women’s jeans, how fabulous is that! Ryan’s smaller still; I think he is like a size 4. That’s mainly because the dude doesn’t have any hips. Not like me, I’m curvy.”

Patrick can feel the thump of his pulse in his hands that have tightened around the phone. He notices the angry slide of his blood, he can recognize the signs. Patrick knows that it won’t be long now until he looses it.

“Bren, what are you calling for,” Patrick finds his voice.
He was trying really hard to hold onto the last shreds of his control.

Brendon giggles loudly before saying, “Pete wanted me to call you. He said you really wanted to talk to me.”

Patrick was going to murder Pete. Ok, maybe not murder just hurt him, like cutting off his hair or something. Fucking Wentz, Patrick had told him earlier that day that he would be busy writing.

“Dude, I watched this program on the Discovery channel the other night, about Gorillas and their packs,” Brendon laughs loudly again, “Anyway, it totally reminded me of you and Pete.”

“If you’re calling me a gorilla, I’m hanging up Urie.”

“No man, no. It’s like this; Pete is like the leader of our pack and you two are fucking, so yeah.”

Patrick called out for a higher power to control his temper.

“You guys are fucking all the time and Pete is all, ‘Patrick’s mine, back off’, he is really protective and shit.”

Hear that loud crashing noise? Yeah, that was Patrick’s control running for the hills, “Brendon, I really should get going.”

“Ok, just let me finish. Anyway, this gorilla on the show, he had this life partner in the pack, who he fought with and fucked. But they had ultimate love, so ultimate it was blinding,” Patrick could hear Brendon laugh again, “So I called Pete and told him that his love for you was ultimate.”

Patrick can feel himself blush while saying, “Ultimate, really?”

“Oh man, totally. Pete loves you like crazy ultimate.”

Call him a girl but much later, when Patrick’s Patience was back firmly in place, he kind of liked the idea of having ultimate love.

Fic- Across the night

loz22 — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 09:43:12 GMT

Pairing: Pete/Patrick, Pete/Ashlee
Length:1200
Rating:R
A/N: sorry, its a little angsty.

Pete’s whispered words are worth their worth in gold for Patrick.

He loves listening as Pete’s breathe hitches, and cries out, “Patrick, love you man.” Patrick loves watching Pete’s eyes glisten and widen as he reaches his release.

Pete wraps around Patrick, pulling him closer, their legs intertwined, his warm breathe fanning over Patrick’s face.

“Trick, oh man, you just blow me away.”

Patrick blushes before saying, “I just blew you, nothing big.”

Pete laughs large and loud, just like him, “Besides me right, cause I’m huge.”

Good thing Patrick wasn’t claustrophobic, because Pete wrapped him up tighter yet, almost becoming a second skin.

“You’re the best man. Love you Trick”

Patrick knows at night, Pete’s mouth moves for him. Not Ashlee, not Ryan, and not Bill. Just Patrick, only for Patrick.

During the day Patrick tries to not be offended by this Pete.

This Pete pretends to be only friends with Patrick; this Pete pretends to be a great boyfriend to Ashlee.

During the night Pete would say, “Ashlee means nothing to me Patrick. I love you.” But as soon as the sun would hit Pete’s face, Patrick knew Pete would be back to Ashlee, holding her hand and whispering things into her ear.

When Pete would become this Pete, that’s when Patrick would receive the worried glances from well meaning friends.

“Hey Patrick, dude. What are you up to?” Joe asked, after finding Patrick in his bunk.

Patrick looks up from his computer, giving him a look as if to say, ‘What does it look like I’m doing?’

Joe clears his throat while shuffling his feet. Patrick knows better from previous experience with Joe, that no, he will not be ignored.
So, instead of trying to pretend like he wasn’t there, Patrick snaps, “What man, what do you need?”

Joe reaches up and lightly scratches his head, his eyes failing to meet Patrick’s, “I don’t need anything man. I just, uh, I thought I would come and say hi.”

Rolling his eyes Patrick finally looks up at Joe, using his best scowl, forcing Joe to speak again, “Say hi. Yeah. Also dude, if I were you I probably would keep away from the back of the bus.”

Did he think Patrick was stupid? He was definitely not going to venture out of his bunk, let alone to go to the back of the bus.

Patrick watches closely as Pete gets up from bed, away from Patrick.

“Your leaving,” He feels Pete tense beside him.

Pete turns to face him, trying to avoid Patrick’s eyes, his hands clenching by his sides, “Yeah, I should get going man. I shouldn’t spend the night, Ashlee is here.”

Patrick watches Pete’s finger trace patterns into the bed sheet, that Patrick has only just now covered himself with.

“It’s just that she is here. It would be kind of rude of me to leave her, right?” ‘Isn’t it kind of rude of you to leave me here,’ Patrick wanted to yell at Pete, as he left.

Patrick would normally try to reassure himself that, yes Pete does love him, even though he was leaving to be with someone else. Every time Pete leaves though, he takes another piece of Patrick with him.

So, now as Pete left him to be with Ashlee, Patrick is having trouble telling himself that Pete does loves him when his heart is breaking.

“Are you trying to warn me about Pete and Ashlee, Joe?”

“How did you know?”

“Are you kidding? She isn’t exactly quiet.”

It was really nice when Patrick felt Joe hug him extra close, “Why do you let him do this to you?”

Why, because I love him, “Because I love him.”

“Dude, you’re like the sweetest, most genuine person I know. Pete is taking advantage of you man.”

“Fuck you Joe. You don’t know the situation. It works for us.”

“I don’t think it works for you, Trick. It only works for Pete.”

Patrick was never one to be jealous, but when he watched Ashlee give Pete a lap dance, he wanted to hurt someone.

Patrick’s eyes followed the glide of Ashlee over Pete. Her hair spilling over her shoulders, her head tilted back, smirk on her lips.

Patrick clutches his drink tighter as he watches the two perform at the MTV after party.

When she began grinding onto Pete, Patrick felt an overwhelming desire to melt all the plastic off of her face.

“Patrick, man, how’s it going?” Brendon asked.

“Great, fine. Fucking fantastic,” Patrick looked away from Pete and focused his attention on Brendon, who was looking at him like he had grown another head.

“Sorry Brendon.”

“Are you ok,” he asked, jumping up on the balls of his feet, to catch Patrick’s eyes.

“No. No I’m really not ok. I’m going to head back to the hotel.”

“Do you want me to tell anyone?” Brendon asked, “Pete maybe?”

Glancing over at Pete and Ashlee, Patrick feels sick. “Do whatever you want Brendon.”

Patrick could just tell that Pete was in his room, when he woke up.

The room was drenched in moonlight, shadows playing on the walls, there was just enough light to make out Pete coming towards the bed.

“Patrick,” Pet called.

‘Fucking asshole,’ Patrick thought.
“Patrick,” he said again, only louder this time. “Baby, I know you’re awake, I can see your eyes,” Pete slurred.

“Why are you here Pete” Patrick was getting really sick of only seeing Pete bathed in moonlight.

“What do you mean, why am I here,” Pete mumbles, falling into bed beside Patrick.

Patrick sighs softly, happily, as he feels Pete run his hands down Patrick’s side, reaching for his ass.

“I mean, Pete, why. Are. You. Here”

Pete pushes Patrick onto his back, while rolling onto Patrick, “I’m here,” Pete says holding Patrick’s chin, “Because, Trick. Cause I love you.”

Shaking his face free, Patrick says “I don’t believe you.”

Pete’s eyes widen, he licks his already wet lips, “Don’t be stupid, Patrick. I love you,” Pete leans on his forearms over Patrick’s body, to get a closer look at him, “Why would you even say that?”

Patrick searches desperately in Pete’s eyes to see if he is lying, “Because Pete. How can you love me and fuck someone else?”

“This is about Ashlee, Trick? I thought we had worked this out.”

“Yes. This is about Ashlee, you fucker. How could you humiliate me like that in front of all our friends? Why would you let her almost fuck you in public Pete?”

Pete leans down flush onto Patrick, placing short kisses on his eyes, mouth neck and throat, “Sorry,” With each sorry Pete would say, he would place a kiss on Patrick’s face, “Sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Patrick moans aloud when he feels Pete’s lips start to suck and bite at his neck, “I’m so sick of hearing you say sorry. I’m sick of it all.”

“I love you so fucking much Patrick. Please, tell me what I need to do to fix this, to fix us.”

Patrick feels himself relenting, under Pete’s mouth. Patrick feels himself come undone by Pete’s hands.

“I love you Pete,” and then, “Ok. Ok”

The next morning Patrick watches Pete silently, as he moves around the room, collecting his clothes. He notices the way the early morning sun hits Pete’s skin as he walks out of the hotel room.

Fic! To Need

loz22 — Sun, 02 Sep 2007 08:08:15 GMT

Pairing:Pete/Patrick
Rating:Hard R
Length:650 words
Summary: Pete likes to watch Patrick fall apart

Pete Liked to watch Patrick fall apart.

Patrick roll’s his head from one side to the other, while Pete grips tightly at Patrick’s hips, his thumbs digging into his fleshy sides.

Pete’s lips stretch obscenely wide over Patrick’s cock, his head moving up and down, up and down.

Fingers slide into Pete’s hair shakily, Grasping tightly, while trying to guide Pete’s head. He understand what this means, Patrick is getting very close.
Pete can recognize the tell tale signs; the quick rise and fall of Patrick’s chest, the frantic thrust of his hips. Mostly, Pete can tell by Patrick calling his name over and over.

“Pete. Pete. Pete” Patrick calls into the night.

Pete smirks up at Patrick. His dark eyes almost turning black with want, but still present, is the evil glint which is shining bright, the promise of a tease.

Pete holds down Patrick’s thrusting hips, as he slides off of Patrick. He looks down at Patrick’s cock, painfully erect, illuminated by the moonlight.

Pete licks his lips, trying to savor Patrick’s taste.

“Come on, Pete. Please!” Patrick pushes his body up into Pete’s, his eyes begging for release.

Pete knew Patrick was about three minutes away from being a flushed, sweaty, beautiful mess. Come undone by Pete’s hands, Pete’s lips, Pete’s eyes.

“Patrick,” Pete says gently, leaning down to kiss him firmly.

Grunting his frustration, Patrick reaches out to grab at Pete’s damp skin, pushing his cock into Pete’s hard thigh, trying to find some friction. “Please,” he begs, Patrick’s voice growing louder.

Pete takes hold of Patrick’s moving hands and holds both hands captive above his head, leaving Patrick desperate for anything, desperate for Pete.

“Patrick,” Pete groans, “Patrick, come on.”

He takes in Patrick’s wide, slightly annoyed eyes. Pete definitely doesn’t miss the deep red blush at being so exposed, so open.

As Pete strokes the soft curve of Patrick’s stomach he realizes that, that he needs Patrick to come undone, to loose control. Pete needs to see Patrick sweat and pant and call for him.

Leaning down he licks his way up Patrick’s throat, stopping at the most sensitive spot, to abuse it with his teeth lightly. Sucking up Patrick’s neck, Pete eventually finds his lips.

“Patrick, tell me what I need to hear.”

Patrick struggles against Pete’s hands, his lips bitten red, “What, that you’re a needy fucker?”

Snorting Pete grips his hands tighter, reminding him that he was in control.

“Fuck you,” Patrick manages to gasp out as Pete releases his hands and resumes the grip on Patrick’s cock once again.

“Only if you’re a good boy, Patrick,” Pete winks. Slowly he strokes Patrick, so slowly. Soon, he feels Patrick begin to thrust his hips to meet his jerking hand, needing so much more than what Pete was giving him.

“Looks like I’m not the only needy asshole round here, ‘Trick.”

Pete gives in a little when he hears Patrick’s breathy moans and loud whines, he speeds up his pace. “Give in man. Just say it.”

Rolling his eyes Patrick sighs, “I love you, you fucking idiot.”

Pete needs to hear Patrick tell him he loves him, even if it is followed by an insult. He has trouble understanding sometimes, how he and Patrick became, PeteandPatrick. And fuck. He love’s Patrick too.

Maybe he was the one coming undone, watching Patrick loose control.

Pete’s fingers close tightly around Patrick, while increasing the rhythm once more, giving them both what they really wanted.

“Pete, oh Pete,” Patrick cries, his voice like honey flowing over him, as Patrick finally gets his release.

Pete grins blindingly bright and achingly hard, his eyes tender mostly gentle, “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Sure, it excited Pete to watch Patrick come undone. Pete also knows that the most thrilling part is putting all the pieces that is Patrick back together again, making him stick like glue.

fob Fic -Understanding Pete Wentz

loz22 — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 07:30:56 GMT

Title: Understanding Pete Wentz

Summary: Patrick really tried to understand Pete's need for constant attention

Rating:pg-13 for swearing

Patrick really tried to understand Pete’s need for constant attention.

Like how he would stand by Pete’s side and watch as his boyfriend would flirt with anyone really, as long as they had a pretty face. Pete didn’t seem to mind or care that Patrick would glare daggers in his direction.

Like how Patrick blush’s as Pete would say to a journalist, “I keep Patrick up all night. You can’t tell by looking at him, but he is a real screamer.” Pete would then watch smiling triumphantly as the journalist makes a rushed note on their pad.

Like how Patrick would smirk as Pete makes a scene, “Trick, what the fuck are you smirking at?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Patrick would glance around at the 40 or so people who were witnessing Pete’s tantrum, “You should be pissed too man, this director is a dick. He’s been staring at your fucking thighs all day!”

Patrick knows after hearing the gasps and whispers around them, that what just happened will soon be on Perez Hilton.

One thing that Patrick doesn’t need to try and understand is Pete’s love for him.

Like how Pete would sneak up behind him at a show and rest his head on Patrick’s neck, mouthing ‘I love you’ against his skin.

Like how Pete would take hold of Patrick’s hand. He would squeeze it firmly, but still gentle all the same. Pete would smile brightly at Patrick big and wide, his eyes shining only for Patrick.

Like how Pete trusts Patrick with his lyrics. Pete watches his mouth agape, as Patrick hums a melody softly before he starts to sing Pete’s heart.

Like how Pete would go after anyone with a sharp object if they offended Patrick in anyway, (besides himself, of course) if there were no weapons handy he would then attack them with his acid tongue.

Patrick mostly knows Pete loves him after they fuck, when Pete pulls him close to his body, kisses him behind his ear and sighs happily as Pete waits for Patrick to fall asleep first.

sesa

loz22 — Sun, 12 Nov 2006 10:20:44 GMT

To my dear SESA writer,

Please dont stress. I'm so easy to please its not funny, I already love you!!!!!

cheers,
Loz

soooo excited!

New fic!!

loz22 — Mon, 17 Apr 2006 09:38:29 GMT

Fic: Number
Pairing: Chris/? you decide
Summary: Chris going through a break up

Number

12, is the number of sunrises Chris has watched, without a warm body beside him.

Glancing toward the horizon, Chris watches, as his world slowly wakes. A dull pink soon turns vibrant, as the sun moves across the sky. Looking down, he knows that these moments won’t be shared between them anymore.

14, is the number of photo’s Chris has in his room.

A pale hand reaches toward a photo of them in happier times. Smiling gently, Chris takes the frame from the stand, as he remembers when it was taken.
A soft giggle escaped his boyfriend’s lips, as Chris climbed onto the bed, camera in hand.
“ Chris!” He scolded lightly, “ don’t you dare!” he cried, laughing. His eyes gleaming mischievously, Chris laid on top of his stomach, as he aimed the camera, “ Smile pretty” Chris called, as the camera flashed.

“ Asshole” he said affectionately at Chris, “ You know I hate having my photo taken first thing in the morning”.

Kissing him lightly, Chris say’s “ I think morning is when you look your best.”

Sighing sadly, Chris shakes his head, trying to lose the memories.

20, is the number of saved call’s Chris has on his cell.

“ Chris, I really don’t know what to say?” how about, your sorry and that you made a big mistake dumping me, Chris thinks bitterly.

“I’m worried about you. None of the guys hear back from you when they leave messages or when they try and see you. They miss you. I miss you” with that said, Chris quickly deletes the message.

The messages are all the same, “ Honey, you will understand, with time, why I did this” and “ I love you” and “ Don’t do anything stupid, please”.
Guiltily Chris keeps most of them, just to hear his voice.

6, is the number of specialists Bev forces Chris to about his drinking problem.

They don’t understand. None of them understand. Drinking is all Chris has and ever will have. Its something he can count on.

It’s not a problem, and if it were he definitely would stop. As long as Chris likes it, it’s not a problem.

He keeps telling himself that it doesn’t mean anything if it hurts to wait longer than an hour between drinks.

He doesn’t understand, Chris thinks. He can stop. He really would, if it were that easy. And really, fuck him for asking him too.

Chris can’t count the amount of times he has cried.

His heart empty, Chris cries silently. Tears fall down his swollen cheeks. Roughly, he rubs them away in vain, as fresh tears follow the worn path.

Shakily he crawls into a ball, protecting himself from his reality.
He feels his throat tighten, as a sob tries to break free.

crap updater

loz22 — Mon, 17 Apr 2006 09:23:39 GMT

Ok, I really suck. I'm really bad. i havent updated in soooo long, I hate people like me. Did i say i suck.

So sorry. well i have been busy with trying to find a job and damn, I really dont know what else. I have been really bored.

What about you guys? what have you been up to?

loz22 — Thu, 23 Feb 2006 04:28:46 GMT

I just did a fun little quiz, you guys should try its cool! (oh God, I'm delirious with boredom)

You Are Fozzie Bear

"Wocka! Wocka!"
You're the life of the party, and you love making people crack up.
If only your routine didn't always bomb!
You may find more groans than laughs, but always keep the jokes coming.

The Muppet Personality Test

So I'm the life of the party huh? and really, my jokes go down quite well! I am ashamed to admit I cant remember who fozzie bare is.

loz22 — Tue, 21 Feb 2006 00:15:20 GMT

I had an interview with an insurance company today. And there is no way I'm going to get my hopes up because I dont want to be disapointed, again.

I'm so bored, soooooooooo bored.

New story!

loz22 — Fri, 17 Feb 2006 05:21:10 GMT

Just a quick update. I didnt get the job I went for. Even after all the positive things that were said. It just makes me so angry, if you are not going to hire me in the first place, tell me. Fuckers. sorry,

Now onto the fun!

Pairing: Chris/JC

I did this a while ago, just found it and made it all shiny again. P.s it's really short

In This Moment

The cold, dark night embraces him. Sitting up in bed, Chris, watches shadows dance across the room.

Comfortingly familiar, are the sounds of the bus, moving swiftly, slicing its way through to the next stop.

Chris, glancing down at the bed, notices the sheets are pooled around his hips, before he slinks out of bed silently, so not to wake his partner.

Naked beside the bed, Chris stands. Vulnerable, as moonlight washes over him. His chocolate eyes sweep over the bed, seeing dark silky hair peeking out from under the comforter, quietly taunting him.

In this simple moment, Chris, feels content. He is truly happy.

Seeing his boyfriend wake before him is a feast for the eyes. Long, delicious limbs, being exposed inch by inch as the sheet falls further down his body.

JC’s eyes open slowly, as he smiles warmly up at Chris.

“Honey, come back to bed. I’m cold without you.”

No more words or further prompts are needed, as Chris, climbs back into their bed.

Rolling onto his side, Chris feels JC throw a protective arm around his waist, and a tired kiss is soon placed on the back of Chris’s neck.

With his back flush, against JC’s chest. Feeling his lover’s heart beat for him, he can ignore the screaming cries of a young boy inside.

None of it matters. In this moment, Chris, feels love, real love.

His eyes slowly close, as the bus rocks him to sleep.

loz22 — Mon, 13 Feb 2006 21:27:30 GMT

I went for a job interview yesterday. I thought it went really well. oh and the position is a pharmacy assistant, which I'm sure isn't the greatest, but beggars cant be choosers.Right?

I have also started a mad keen exercise program. Walking for an hour a day, but knowing me i will get sick of it or become really lazy and be like, 'oh, I'm too tired. I will go first thing tomorrow morning to make up for it!'.

I really do mean well when i start i just cant seem to carry through.

Grammy's red carpet

loz22 — Thu, 09 Feb 2006 04:54:27 GMT

I dont know why, but Kanye West really annoys me. What with the clothing and sunglasses.

I mean, the man wore sunglasses inside?, *shakes head* I really dont know what I'm trying to say. Maybe the fact he already knew he was going to win a million awards?

I think I'm gonna go and have a nap. Maybe when i wake up i will be able to speak properly. hehehe

new story!

loz22 — Wed, 01 Feb 2006 11:51:27 GMT

New story. Love it hope you will too.

A shrill ringing broke the silence in the room. Groaning quietly into his pillow, he put his hands over his ears in vain, trying to bloke out the noise. Unfortunately the ringing cell seemed to intensify in volume.

He forced his eyes to open. Looking over at the bedside table, he read the flashing red numbers on the clock.

Deciding it may be an emergency, his hands searched out for the ringing object.

“Yeah?.” He croaked voice rich with sleep.

Though, what greeted him on the other end was even more annoying and shrill than the phone itself.

A high pitched and keening laugh could be heard. The person on the other end hiccupped, trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard.

It was a really ugly sound, Lance decided.

“Ok, so wait a minute”. The person on the other end said. Lance heard him once more suck in a few more deep breaths.

“Asshole its 4:15 Am, I was worried. I thought you were calling because of an emergency, or something.” Lance grumbled, feeling more awake.

“Dude, seriously. I don’t even know where to start. This is gold, Bass.” He gasped out laughing.

“Chris I suggest you start talking, or I’m going to hang up.”

“Ok, so first, you were in a porn shop. Then I heard you threw your jacket onto some candles setting it on fire. All because it sounds like you were holding one mighty dildo.”

Lance sunk further into his mattress

“Correct me at any point Bass.” He said laughing once more on the other line.

“I was wondering how long it was going to take you, to call up and humiliate me. Although, Chris I have to say, you are getting kind of slow on the up take. It happened like three days ago. Normally you would have been in touch within a few hours.” Lance said, while grimacing into his pillow.

“Lance, man. I can’t make these kinds of things up, even if I tried really hard and drank lots of coffee. Really this is the funniest thing I have heard in a long time.”

“I’m glad my own boyfriend finds my embarrassment amusing. That’s nice Chris, really.”

Chris’s laughter had died down, but you could still hear the smile in his voice.
“Baby, what I want to know is, did you get the dildo? It looked like fun.”

Hearing Chris laugh one more, Lance said “Ok, well fuck you. Good night.”

“I love you” Lance heard Chris choke out between laughs, before he hung up.

That’s it. I would love to hear your feedback.