Title: Take Me To A Place Called Home
Pairing: Peter/Pat (FOB)
Chapter Rating: PG (PG-15 later on perhaps shifting to R)
Warnings: Language not so much in this part though
Summary: Patrick’s having these often thoughts of his life meaning nothing but entertainment for other people.
Disclaimer:I don’t own FOB or anything having to do with them (other than a couple tee-shirts and a track jacket…)
Previous Chapter: Journal (if you want to read part 2)
DedicationsAnyone that reads
Notes:If this gets reviews I shall post part 2 and so on ^^
So Come And Take Me Home
Part 1
Patrick's POV
I can honestly say I hate this bus and everything about it. I hate the dim lights, I hate the stale air, and I even hated the annoying maroon color of the interior. It was enough to drive you insane, and I’m pretty sure that’s what it was doing to me. It felt like forever since I had actually had a breath of fresh air. But whatever, I’ve survived longer trips, this one was no different. Soon enough we’d arrive at a hotel, get ridiculous service that we really didn’t need, and attempt to get a night’s sleep.
Until then though I’d lay here like always in my little maroon bunk, staring at the wall. I let my eyes slide shut, the buss’ motion rocking me slightly as I listened to the muffled voices of my band mates behind the curtain of my bunk. I didn’t know why but I had become quite irritable in the past week or so. Probably just the affects of being on the road constantly, I would give anything to have just a weekend of being able to relax at home.
My attention slowly wandered to the nearing voice outside of my bunk, I didn’t bother to move to get a better listen, just opened my eyes.
“Yeah, I’m just going to tell him we’re pretty much there.”
Not even a half second later the curtain shielding me from the rest of the buss was pulled back slowly as I heard his voice fill my space.
“Hey Patrick, you awake?”
Since I was back to him he wasn’t able to see my open eyes. I didn’t make any sound to tell him I was indeed awake; just lay there in silence, savoring the feel of his eyes on me. If I lay here long enough in silence he’d do what he normally does to get me to ‘wake up’.
My waiting prevailed. I felt the thin mattress shift and heard the curtain being pulled back into its position of closed. Not long after did I feel his arm slide over and hook around my chest, the rest of him moving close to spoon me. The hand that wasn’t busy stroking my collarbone pressed lightly to my forehead and dragged on to remove strands of my hair from my face.
“Why do you always do that to me?” He asked softly, the smile obvious in his voice.
I moved my eyes to look up at his figure that was marginally hunched over me, “Do what?” I love playing dumb with him.
“You know what,” He said with a smirk, his face lowering to my neck.
“Mmm…Nope, I don’t think I do,” I mumbled, granting him access to the flesh of my neck.
A small huff of air teased my neck before I felt his teeth nipping at me lightly; the cool warmth of his tongue dragging agonizingly slow over my skin made the muscles in my back tense and sent a shock through my body which resembled a slight shiver. His mouth shifter to the corner of my jawbone, placing a soft kiss there before he leaned back, looking down at me.
“So anyway, I came to relay that we’re pretty much at our stopping point,” He chirped.
I rolled my eyes, what a typical thing for him to do, “Thank you Peter,” I said in a happy sarcastic voice.
He squeezed my hip lightly, smiling fondly. He reached in back of him to the edge of the bunk, retrieving my specs.
He handed them to me, “Cheer up emo kid…And get up while you’re at it,” he laughed lightly at his own little play on words as he tugged on me, “Might wanna gather whatever crap you feel like taking with you for the night,” He finished, rolling over and sliding the curtain open and slipping out of my bunk.
It wasn’t really secret that Pete and myself were more than friendly with each other. Our people didn’t care, as long as we were making them money. Joe and Andy could care less too; they’d leave if anything was happening between us anyway. Even at the smallest gesture towards one another and they’d be gone. I was positive they weren’t homophobic, just respectful of the relationship. Not like I’d stick around to intrude on them and their girlfriends.
I shuffled from the maroon confines of my bunk and into the maroon hall way of the bus…You could probably see why maroon was my least favorite color. I lifted my arms in the air to stretch and allowed myself to let out a well deserved yawn. Peter shuffled by me quickly, patting my stomach as he passed and smiling.
“Get your stuff together; they want us in there as quickly as possible.” He said as his upper body disappeared into his bunk.
I cocked one of my eyebrows. What else was new? My entire life ever since the band got big has been traveling in the fast lane.
I went about gathering clothes that I’d wear tomorrow, my special shampoo that only I used, and a few other small things that were essentials.
We’d leave the bus momentarily, get rushed into the hotel, and then get rushed to our rooms. It all made me want to just move as slow as possible.
But I could ethically say I was looking forward to the real bed and some real sleep.
***Did anyone else just catch that comment that lame girl made about this place being messed up or something? I laughed lol. Anyways do comment I lovey commets!!***
Pairing: Peter/Pat (FOB)
Chapter Rating: PG (PG-15 later on perhaps shifting to R)
Warnings: Language not so much in this part though
Summary: Patrick’s having these often thoughts of his life meaning nothing but entertainment for other people.
Disclaimer:I don’t own FOB or anything having to do with them (other than a couple tee-shirts and a track jacket…)
Previous Chapter: Journal (if you want to read part 2)
DedicationsAnyone that reads
Notes:If this gets reviews I shall post part 2 and so on ^^
I can honestly say I hate this bus and everything about it. I hate the dim lights, I hate the stale air, and I even hated the annoying maroon color of the interior. It was enough to drive you insane, and I’m pretty sure that’s what it was doing to me. It felt like forever since I had actually had a breath of fresh air. But whatever, I’ve survived longer trips, this one was no different. Soon enough we’d arrive at a hotel, get ridiculous service that we really didn’t need, and attempt to get a night’s sleep.
Until then though I’d lay here like always in my little maroon bunk, staring at the wall. I let my eyes slide shut, the buss’ motion rocking me slightly as I listened to the muffled voices of my band mates behind the curtain of my bunk. I didn’t know why but I had become quite irritable in the past week or so. Probably just the affects of being on the road constantly, I would give anything to have just a weekend of being able to relax at home.
My attention slowly wandered to the nearing voice outside of my bunk, I didn’t bother to move to get a better listen, just opened my eyes.
“Yeah, I’m just going to tell him we’re pretty much there.”
Not even a half second later the curtain shielding me from the rest of the buss was pulled back slowly as I heard his voice fill my space.
“Hey Patrick, you awake?”
Since I was back to him he wasn’t able to see my open eyes. I didn’t make any sound to tell him I was indeed awake; just lay there in silence, savoring the feel of his eyes on me. If I lay here long enough in silence he’d do what he normally does to get me to ‘wake up’.
My waiting prevailed. I felt the thin mattress shift and heard the curtain being pulled back into its position of closed. Not long after did I feel his arm slide over and hook around my chest, the rest of him moving close to spoon me. The hand that wasn’t busy stroking my collarbone pressed lightly to my forehead and dragged on to remove strands of my hair from my face.
“Why do you always do that to me?” He asked softly, the smile obvious in his voice.
I moved my eyes to look up at his figure that was marginally hunched over me, “Do what?” I love playing dumb with him.
“You know what,” He said with a smirk, his face lowering to my neck.
“Mmm…Nope, I don’t think I do,” I mumbled, granting him access to the flesh of my neck.
A small huff of air teased my neck before I felt his teeth nipping at me lightly; the cool warmth of his tongue dragging agonizingly slow over my skin made the muscles in my back tense and sent a shock through my body which resembled a slight shiver. His mouth shifter to the corner of my jawbone, placing a soft kiss there before he leaned back, looking down at me.
“So anyway, I came to relay that we’re pretty much at our stopping point,” He chirped.
I rolled my eyes, what a typical thing for him to do, “Thank you Peter,” I said in a happy sarcastic voice.
He squeezed my hip lightly, smiling fondly. He reached in back of him to the edge of the bunk, retrieving my specs.
He handed them to me, “Cheer up emo kid…And get up while you’re at it,” he laughed lightly at his own little play on words as he tugged on me, “Might wanna gather whatever crap you feel like taking with you for the night,” He finished, rolling over and sliding the curtain open and slipping out of my bunk.
It wasn’t really secret that Pete and myself were more than friendly with each other. Our people didn’t care, as long as we were making them money. Joe and Andy could care less too; they’d leave if anything was happening between us anyway. Even at the smallest gesture towards one another and they’d be gone. I was positive they weren’t homophobic, just respectful of the relationship. Not like I’d stick around to intrude on them and their girlfriends.
I shuffled from the maroon confines of my bunk and into the maroon hall way of the bus…You could probably see why maroon was my least favorite color. I lifted my arms in the air to stretch and allowed myself to let out a well deserved yawn. Peter shuffled by me quickly, patting my stomach as he passed and smiling.
“Get your stuff together; they want us in there as quickly as possible.” He said as his upper body disappeared into his bunk.
I cocked one of my eyebrows. What else was new? My entire life ever since the band got big has been traveling in the fast lane.
I went about gathering clothes that I’d wear tomorrow, my special shampoo that only I used, and a few other small things that were essentials.
We’d leave the bus momentarily, get rushed into the hotel, and then get rushed to our rooms. It all made me want to just move as slow as possible.
But I could ethically say I was looking forward to the real bed and some real sleep.