Take Me To A Place Called Home: Part 2
Title: Take Me To A Place Called Home
Pairing: Peter/Pat (FOB)
Chapter Rating: PG-15 for now
Warnings: Language
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:Can be found in theunderdogunit LJ
DedicationsTo the reviewers, and to legendof12world for having a killer conversation and good tips! Much love!
Notes:Thanks for the reviews guys! So here you are, P. 2!
So Come And Take Me Home
Part 2
Peter’s POV
I was the first off the bus, like usual. I stepped out into the cool evening air of Boston, taking in a lung full. Once I did make my appearance though, a hoard of cheers and cries came directly from my right. Obviously catching my attention I turned to look at them. A rather small group of girls jumping up and down, some waving t-shirts, others with papers.
I smiled and waved, I knew the current bitch we had as our booking manager wouldn’t let us near them, nor let them pass by the blockade she had set up due to our arrival. But it really was ridiculous, there were only about twenty of them, not even. They had probably been waiting forever. I glanced at my watch; it was 11:23 pm. What a let down for them.
I waited off to the side for Patrick, who had the habit of being last. Andy and Joe did the same as I did when they stepped out of the bus, a deep breath and a wave to the bouncy girls at our right. Patrick was slow coming down the bus’ stairs, I moved closer and wound my arms around his shoulders once his feet hit the tar.
“You feelin’ alright?” I asked softly, examining his expressionless face.
“Yeah I’m fine,” He mumbled back to me, giving a small wave to the girls, its second nature I tell you.
“Could you be any slower?!” The small busty women known only as Bitch 2.0 was walking briskly towards us and staring in a deadly manner at Patrick.
“You know how much I can’t stand when you take your sweet time when you’re not supposed to!” She snapped.
“Go home girls! The boys are tired and they won’t be signing anything!” She shouted at them, waving her arms, only making herself look like a total jackass.
“Excuse me, but I’ll take all the sweet time I want.” I was surprised at Patrick’s calm yet final tone as he broke away from my loose hold of his shoulders, dropping his bag next to me and made his way towards the now overly excited hyper active girls.
Bitch 2.0 shot me a look of surprise and anger all mixed in one, and wow did she look fucked up. I laughed at her of course, dropping my own bag on top of Patrick’s and following him over to the girls. It also didn’t take Andy and Joe long to follow.
I stood next to Patrick and took one of the girl’s mini poster and sharpie she had brought. I liked smart people.
“You’re such a rebellious little fucker,” I half murmured and half laughed to Patrick.
“Yeah, well, I try.” He smiled handing a girl back her t-shirt.
I turned my attention back to the girl that was making goo-goo eyes at me. I smiled, “What’s your name?”
“Oh my gosh! It’s Katie!” She squealed.
“Okay, Oh my gosh it’s Katie, I hope you have a wonderful evening, and it was nice to meet you.” Damn could I pull off some serious charm, she looked like she would faint right on the spot.
Time passed quickly unfortunately, I loved to sign stuff and talk with all the people (in this case the girls) its just so amazing how you go from being a loser with pimples in high school to a rock star that needs body guards. It was all just a rush to the head.
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We stood at the service desk, awaiting our keys to be given out. But alas there was a problem in the room situation and the seemed to only have a two bedder and a queen left. Obviously Bitch 2.0 was all for this idea, cramming all four of us in one room while she sprawled her chubby self on the queen sized bed.
“I’m terribly sorry about the inconvenience…” The young man at the counter said timidly as he handed Bitch 2.0 the keys.
“Oh its no problem, we’ll be just fine.”
More like you’ll be just fine. With Joe and Andy in the room with me and Patrick I doubt I’d be able to get through to him or see what was bothering him lately. I knew all too well when he fell into these moods that it was something about home. Most of the time it was that he wanted to go home, wanted to relax in his own space, he’d always say, “With you of course,” which always got a smile from me.
She shoved the key into Andy’s hands (too bad for him that he was the closest to her).
“I want all of you in bed as soon as you get up there, showers can be done in the morning.” She ordered harshly.
I watched with a smile as Andy rolled his eyes, “Yes mother...” She frowned walking off, “…fucker,” He finished as soon as she was out of hearing range, which wasn’t far.
Joe and I laughed at him for a moment before she whirled and pointed at us, “Elevator! Now!”
The rooms were too starchy, too clean. And the bed sheets redefined the launder term ‘crisp’. Patrick sat on the edge of the bed closest to the window, removing his shoes. I went to sit next to him, our backs to Joe and Andy.
“Bad time to ask if something’s wrong?” I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder.
“Nothing’s wrong Pete,” He said, fumbling with his belt buckle, a sure sign that he didn’t want to talk. But he had to, so I pressed on.
“Patrick, don’t lie to me,” I said evenly, putting my hand over the buckle so as to stop him from being distracted from the issue.
“Any of you need to use the bathroom?”
Our attention focused on Andy, who stood in the doorway of the bathroom, “Cause I’m gonna take a shower,” He gave a crooked smile.
Joe shook his head, falling onto the bed he and Andy would be sharing. Patrick shook his head as well.
“Well, looks like its all yours motha trucka,” We laughed before he disappeared into the whiteness of the bathroom and I turned my attention back to Patrick.
I could tell by looking at him that he wasn’t about to talk, not with Joe right next to us. So instead I dropped it, moving my hand and helping him with the buckle. He sighed and leaned against me as I tugged the belt through the loops of his jeans. I felt his lips to my cheek and wanted nothing more than to ride him right here right now but…Poor Joe had no where to run, I’d have to keep the boy love to PG with them around.
Patrick sensed my hostility to return any of his gesture, so instead he stood to shed his pants. And wow would I have loved to shed every piece of clothing he wore and just devour it. I too stood and started to undo the button and zipper on my pants, trying to slip out of them without taking the underwear with them.
My gaze slowly went to Joe to see if he was uncomfortable with the whole situation.
…
Okay, not that it would matter. He was facing the wall, shoulders rising and descending in the undeniable snoozin’ breathing.
I let my pants fall to my ankles before stepping out of them, fixing the way my baby blue boxers fit. Patrick sat down again on the bed, now in his boxers and green sith tee. I, on the other hand, hated sleeping in clothes, and he probably knew as well as I did that if Joe and Andy weren’t present…I’d be sleeping in nothing. So instead I only rid my shirt and pants.
Now that Joe was sleeping, I wasn’t afraid to take Patrick’s face hostage. I removed his glasses, placing them on the table that sat between the beds. My hands finding their way to the sides of his face and my lips finding their way to his. A sigh expelled from his nose as I made it obvious that my tongue wanted in, now.
He was sweet, always was. I felt his hands rest on my hips as I broke away for air.
He smiled up at me, “Gimme a backrub?”
I couldn’t help but smile, he was so God damned cute.
I nodded, “Lay down, I’ll give you a little one.”
He did as told, quickly turning over to lie on his stomach as I snuggled down next to him on my side. I pulled the sheet over our bodies before I set my head on the pillow next to Patrick’s, my hand trailing underneath the sheet and soon enough underneath the green tee he wore.
He loved the simplest little backrub to the ‘I’ma grind your back with a sledge hammer till the knots are out’ types of backrubs.
I thought of turning the light off, but remembered Andy would probably need it.
“You okay to sleep with the light on?” I asked in his ear.
“Mmm…” Was all I got back.
I smiled, kissing his ear before setting my head back on the pillow and keeping my small rubbing rhythm on his back going.
***Voila! Part 2 to the FOB fic people told me to keep going on ^^ Much love goes out to you special few =) I’ve also decided to keep the parts in this fic short so I can focus on my bigger David/Pierre fic and work…I hate work….But oh well lol what can ya do? Nothing that’s right. Whelp yeah lol. Please comment…The comments make me happy ^^***
Pairing: Peter/Pat (FOB)
Chapter Rating: PG-15 for now
Warnings: Language
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:Can be found in theunderdogunit LJ
DedicationsTo the reviewers, and to legendof12world for having a killer conversation and good tips! Much love!
Notes:Thanks for the reviews guys! So here you are, P. 2!
I was the first off the bus, like usual. I stepped out into the cool evening air of Boston, taking in a lung full. Once I did make my appearance though, a hoard of cheers and cries came directly from my right. Obviously catching my attention I turned to look at them. A rather small group of girls jumping up and down, some waving t-shirts, others with papers.
I smiled and waved, I knew the current bitch we had as our booking manager wouldn’t let us near them, nor let them pass by the blockade she had set up due to our arrival. But it really was ridiculous, there were only about twenty of them, not even. They had probably been waiting forever. I glanced at my watch; it was 11:23 pm. What a let down for them.
I waited off to the side for Patrick, who had the habit of being last. Andy and Joe did the same as I did when they stepped out of the bus, a deep breath and a wave to the bouncy girls at our right. Patrick was slow coming down the bus’ stairs, I moved closer and wound my arms around his shoulders once his feet hit the tar.
“You feelin’ alright?” I asked softly, examining his expressionless face.
“Yeah I’m fine,” He mumbled back to me, giving a small wave to the girls, its second nature I tell you.
“Could you be any slower?!” The small busty women known only as Bitch 2.0 was walking briskly towards us and staring in a deadly manner at Patrick.
“You know how much I can’t stand when you take your sweet time when you’re not supposed to!” She snapped.
“Go home girls! The boys are tired and they won’t be signing anything!” She shouted at them, waving her arms, only making herself look like a total jackass.
“Excuse me, but I’ll take all the sweet time I want.” I was surprised at Patrick’s calm yet final tone as he broke away from my loose hold of his shoulders, dropping his bag next to me and made his way towards the now overly excited hyper active girls.
Bitch 2.0 shot me a look of surprise and anger all mixed in one, and wow did she look fucked up. I laughed at her of course, dropping my own bag on top of Patrick’s and following him over to the girls. It also didn’t take Andy and Joe long to follow.
I stood next to Patrick and took one of the girl’s mini poster and sharpie she had brought. I liked smart people.
“You’re such a rebellious little fucker,” I half murmured and half laughed to Patrick.
“Yeah, well, I try.” He smiled handing a girl back her t-shirt.
I turned my attention back to the girl that was making goo-goo eyes at me. I smiled, “What’s your name?”
“Oh my gosh! It’s Katie!” She squealed.
“Okay, Oh my gosh it’s Katie, I hope you have a wonderful evening, and it was nice to meet you.” Damn could I pull off some serious charm, she looked like she would faint right on the spot.
Time passed quickly unfortunately, I loved to sign stuff and talk with all the people (in this case the girls) its just so amazing how you go from being a loser with pimples in high school to a rock star that needs body guards. It was all just a rush to the head.
---
We stood at the service desk, awaiting our keys to be given out. But alas there was a problem in the room situation and the seemed to only have a two bedder and a queen left. Obviously Bitch 2.0 was all for this idea, cramming all four of us in one room while she sprawled her chubby self on the queen sized bed.
“I’m terribly sorry about the inconvenience…” The young man at the counter said timidly as he handed Bitch 2.0 the keys.
“Oh its no problem, we’ll be just fine.”
More like you’ll be just fine. With Joe and Andy in the room with me and Patrick I doubt I’d be able to get through to him or see what was bothering him lately. I knew all too well when he fell into these moods that it was something about home. Most of the time it was that he wanted to go home, wanted to relax in his own space, he’d always say, “With you of course,” which always got a smile from me.
She shoved the key into Andy’s hands (too bad for him that he was the closest to her).
“I want all of you in bed as soon as you get up there, showers can be done in the morning.” She ordered harshly.
I watched with a smile as Andy rolled his eyes, “Yes mother...” She frowned walking off, “…fucker,” He finished as soon as she was out of hearing range, which wasn’t far.
Joe and I laughed at him for a moment before she whirled and pointed at us, “Elevator! Now!”
The rooms were too starchy, too clean. And the bed sheets redefined the launder term ‘crisp’. Patrick sat on the edge of the bed closest to the window, removing his shoes. I went to sit next to him, our backs to Joe and Andy.
“Bad time to ask if something’s wrong?” I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder.
“Nothing’s wrong Pete,” He said, fumbling with his belt buckle, a sure sign that he didn’t want to talk. But he had to, so I pressed on.
“Patrick, don’t lie to me,” I said evenly, putting my hand over the buckle so as to stop him from being distracted from the issue.
“Any of you need to use the bathroom?”
Our attention focused on Andy, who stood in the doorway of the bathroom, “Cause I’m gonna take a shower,” He gave a crooked smile.
Joe shook his head, falling onto the bed he and Andy would be sharing. Patrick shook his head as well.
“Well, looks like its all yours motha trucka,” We laughed before he disappeared into the whiteness of the bathroom and I turned my attention back to Patrick.
I could tell by looking at him that he wasn’t about to talk, not with Joe right next to us. So instead I dropped it, moving my hand and helping him with the buckle. He sighed and leaned against me as I tugged the belt through the loops of his jeans. I felt his lips to my cheek and wanted nothing more than to ride him right here right now but…Poor Joe had no where to run, I’d have to keep the boy love to PG with them around.
Patrick sensed my hostility to return any of his gesture, so instead he stood to shed his pants. And wow would I have loved to shed every piece of clothing he wore and just devour it. I too stood and started to undo the button and zipper on my pants, trying to slip out of them without taking the underwear with them.
My gaze slowly went to Joe to see if he was uncomfortable with the whole situation.
…
Okay, not that it would matter. He was facing the wall, shoulders rising and descending in the undeniable snoozin’ breathing.
I let my pants fall to my ankles before stepping out of them, fixing the way my baby blue boxers fit. Patrick sat down again on the bed, now in his boxers and green sith tee. I, on the other hand, hated sleeping in clothes, and he probably knew as well as I did that if Joe and Andy weren’t present…I’d be sleeping in nothing. So instead I only rid my shirt and pants.
Now that Joe was sleeping, I wasn’t afraid to take Patrick’s face hostage. I removed his glasses, placing them on the table that sat between the beds. My hands finding their way to the sides of his face and my lips finding their way to his. A sigh expelled from his nose as I made it obvious that my tongue wanted in, now.
He was sweet, always was. I felt his hands rest on my hips as I broke away for air.
He smiled up at me, “Gimme a backrub?”
I couldn’t help but smile, he was so God damned cute.
I nodded, “Lay down, I’ll give you a little one.”
He did as told, quickly turning over to lie on his stomach as I snuggled down next to him on my side. I pulled the sheet over our bodies before I set my head on the pillow next to Patrick’s, my hand trailing underneath the sheet and soon enough underneath the green tee he wore.
He loved the simplest little backrub to the ‘I’ma grind your back with a sledge hammer till the knots are out’ types of backrubs.
I thought of turning the light off, but remembered Andy would probably need it.
“You okay to sleep with the light on?” I asked in his ear.
“Mmm…” Was all I got back.
I smiled, kissing his ear before setting my head back on the pillow and keeping my small rubbing rhythm on his back going.