Take Me To A Place Called Home: Part 4
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!! You guys rock!
Notes:Thanks for the reviews guys! So here you are, P. 4!
So Come And Take Me Home
Part 4
Peter’s POV
I hope I’m not the only one that thinks going pee is relaxing and feels good.
Waking up in the middle of the night to go however…That’s a different story. I sat up slowly, looking to my right, expecting to find Patrick off in dream land.
Wrong again.
I frowned at the empty space next to me. Maybe he was peeing. I got up, stretching my arms skyward before clumsily feeling my way around the bed. I looked at the red numbers on the clock on the night stand, which was a bad idea. I slammed my little toe into something, something metal.
“God…Dimmit…” I hissed through clenched teeth as I rubbed furiously at my toe.
A bloody toe just to see the time, which was 3:45.
Patrick obviously wasn’t peeing, the bathroom light was out. As I moved closer to the bathroom door I glanced at the stream of light that was flowing in from a crack in our room door. I moved closer to examine it.
Know I get it. He was pulling one of his ‘I’ll go sulk on the roof’ acts. I shook my head as I grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, my eyes taking a minute to adjust to the hall’s light before actually stepping out.
The hallway was empty as always at this hour. I glanced down the shorter end of the hall, then the longer. I was lazy so I took the shorter way first. Being on the top floor made it easier, I remember about two weeks ago Patrick had done this same thing…Only our room was on the first floor…Of about 125. And I don’t like elevators…They sketch me out.
I glared at the solid walls that greeted me at the end of the hallway.
“Fucker…” I growled, turning and trucking my way back towards the other end.
Patrick obviously can’t read, because if he could…He’d be able to see the damn ‘Do Not Enter’. I pushed open the ugliest color blue I had ever seen, stepping into the smaller room with a staircase. I glanced at my feet as they felt the cool of the tiled floor.
Forgot my shoes…And I forgot to go pee…He’s lucky I love him.
I let out a sharp huff of air that had been sitting in my lungs, climbing my way up the stairs. I opened the door that told me it was the roof, this was getting old.
Okay yeah shit.
Wearing no shirt and no shoes was a bad idea. It was a tad chilly, and I had a feeling that I’d be a few inches smaller than when I was in bed. I wrapped my arms around myself, spotting Patrick almost immediately, sitting on the edge of the building straight ahead…He was insane.
I made my way over to him, walking like a pansy on the cold cement. My toe hurt like a bitch and what the hell was up with the breeze?!
“Uuumm, excuse me sir, but, you’re going to have to return to your room and have crazy man sex with your boyfriend. Right now. This instant.” I drawled in a stereotypical gay boy voice.
He turned to look up at me, his face twisting slightly as he glanced over me.
“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt? And shoes for that matter…Is your toe bleeding?” He turned his body and leaned down looking at my toe.
“Yeah…I hit it on something while on the search for you. And I didn’t think about a shirt until I actually got out here.” I said, moving now to look over the edge of the building.
“I still don’t like the idea of you being so high up…Still don’t know why you like it up here either.” I mumbled.
“It’s a place to think, its relaxing.” He half whispered.
“So is a bed,” I said, wrapping my arms tighter around myself, “You think too much anyway, Patrick.”
He shrugged, watching his feet swing back and forth. I watched him for a minute, trying to read his features…It had become so difficult lately and that drove me crazy. I used to be able to know just what he was thinking, just what he was feeling…Now…It’s just become such a headache to try and figure him out.
I sighed, holding his shoulder as I shakily sat down on the edge of the building in a straddle-like position. He held me steady as I scooted closer to him, my body pressing into his side.
“I want to know what's wrong with you Patrick…” I whispered, my arms finding their way around his chest, squeezing lightly, “Just tell me, it’s about home and I know that much.”
I felt his breathing pause for a moment, then a small sigh. He moved away slightly, to tell me he wanted to reposition himself. I let him go, but held his arm as he too straddled the edge, facing me now.
“I want to leave here…I want to take you with me.”
I stared at him wide eyed, that didn’t really sound good.
He rolled his eyes, “I meant here, as in Boston, not as in I’m gonna jump off the building and take you with me.”
How the fuck could he still read me!? I tried to hide my relief as he continued.
“Let’s go home. Let’s take a break from touring, just to get my head straightened out…” He said quietly, with that glint of hopefulness in his eyes, hadn’t seen that in a while.
I tried to look anywhere on him other than his eyes as he put his hands over mine.
“Patrick, I don’t really think that’s an option…And don’t say we could just walk away. If we did that we’d have our contract terminated with Island for sure.” I hated how I always had to be his bearer of bad news…Its not how it’s supposed to be between lovers…
His face fell. My heart sunk.
“Just a few more months Patrick…Then we can request for the time off you need.” I moved my hands to his cheeks, “Alright?”
His eyes didn’t meet mine, they looked glazed and distant. Butterflies plucked at my stomach as I stared at them. I made a move to get closer to him, folding my arms around his middle and nuzzling my face into the side of him neck, that neck that was like a drug.
“I’m sorry Patrick…” It’s the best I could say, what else could I say?
I was relieved to feel his arms winding around my shoulders to hold me snugly, it meant he was still in that shell.
“It’ll get better, I promise,” I paused and pulled up to meet his face, and his dark eyes, “Trust me on this…I love you.”
He nodded ever so slightly, “I love you too.”
I gave my best smile that I knew he loved before I closed our gap, giving him the sweet affection he needed.
“Let’s get back to the room though, we’re scheduled to wake up in a few hours,” I smiled against his lips.
I stood up as shaky as when I sat down, being steadied by Patrick’s arms.
“Plus I’m fuckin’ cold and my penis has probably shrunk about 3 inches from being out here.” I said, helping him up.
He laughed, “Well he can’t have that,” He said, his arms holding my shoulders tightly as we walked for the door that led back to the inside of the building.
There you have it! Part 4 ^^ Hope you enjoyed my slightly softer side of Peterpanda lol. Not sure if I’ll have time to post Part 5, gotta get my new work clothes later on tonight…I don’t wanna work lol I’m so nervous to start this new job grrrr lol! So yeah, hope you liked! Do leave some commentage!!
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!! You guys rock!
Notes:Thanks for the reviews guys! So here you are, P. 4!
So Come And Take Me Home
Part 4
I hope I’m not the only one that thinks going pee is relaxing and feels good.
Waking up in the middle of the night to go however…That’s a different story. I sat up slowly, looking to my right, expecting to find Patrick off in dream land.
Wrong again.
I frowned at the empty space next to me. Maybe he was peeing. I got up, stretching my arms skyward before clumsily feeling my way around the bed. I looked at the red numbers on the clock on the night stand, which was a bad idea. I slammed my little toe into something, something metal.
“God…Dimmit…” I hissed through clenched teeth as I rubbed furiously at my toe.
A bloody toe just to see the time, which was 3:45.
Patrick obviously wasn’t peeing, the bathroom light was out. As I moved closer to the bathroom door I glanced at the stream of light that was flowing in from a crack in our room door. I moved closer to examine it.
Know I get it. He was pulling one of his ‘I’ll go sulk on the roof’ acts. I shook my head as I grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, my eyes taking a minute to adjust to the hall’s light before actually stepping out.
The hallway was empty as always at this hour. I glanced down the shorter end of the hall, then the longer. I was lazy so I took the shorter way first. Being on the top floor made it easier, I remember about two weeks ago Patrick had done this same thing…Only our room was on the first floor…Of about 125. And I don’t like elevators…They sketch me out.
I glared at the solid walls that greeted me at the end of the hallway.
“Fucker…” I growled, turning and trucking my way back towards the other end.
Patrick obviously can’t read, because if he could…He’d be able to see the damn ‘Do Not Enter’. I pushed open the ugliest color blue I had ever seen, stepping into the smaller room with a staircase. I glanced at my feet as they felt the cool of the tiled floor.
Forgot my shoes…And I forgot to go pee…He’s lucky I love him.
I let out a sharp huff of air that had been sitting in my lungs, climbing my way up the stairs. I opened the door that told me it was the roof, this was getting old.
Okay yeah shit.
Wearing no shirt and no shoes was a bad idea. It was a tad chilly, and I had a feeling that I’d be a few inches smaller than when I was in bed. I wrapped my arms around myself, spotting Patrick almost immediately, sitting on the edge of the building straight ahead…He was insane.
I made my way over to him, walking like a pansy on the cold cement. My toe hurt like a bitch and what the hell was up with the breeze?!
“Uuumm, excuse me sir, but, you’re going to have to return to your room and have crazy man sex with your boyfriend. Right now. This instant.” I drawled in a stereotypical gay boy voice.
He turned to look up at me, his face twisting slightly as he glanced over me.
“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt? And shoes for that matter…Is your toe bleeding?” He turned his body and leaned down looking at my toe.
“Yeah…I hit it on something while on the search for you. And I didn’t think about a shirt until I actually got out here.” I said, moving now to look over the edge of the building.
“I still don’t like the idea of you being so high up…Still don’t know why you like it up here either.” I mumbled.
“It’s a place to think, its relaxing.” He half whispered.
“So is a bed,” I said, wrapping my arms tighter around myself, “You think too much anyway, Patrick.”
He shrugged, watching his feet swing back and forth. I watched him for a minute, trying to read his features…It had become so difficult lately and that drove me crazy. I used to be able to know just what he was thinking, just what he was feeling…Now…It’s just become such a headache to try and figure him out.
I sighed, holding his shoulder as I shakily sat down on the edge of the building in a straddle-like position. He held me steady as I scooted closer to him, my body pressing into his side.
“I want to know what's wrong with you Patrick…” I whispered, my arms finding their way around his chest, squeezing lightly, “Just tell me, it’s about home and I know that much.”
I felt his breathing pause for a moment, then a small sigh. He moved away slightly, to tell me he wanted to reposition himself. I let him go, but held his arm as he too straddled the edge, facing me now.
“I want to leave here…I want to take you with me.”
I stared at him wide eyed, that didn’t really sound good.
He rolled his eyes, “I meant here, as in Boston, not as in I’m gonna jump off the building and take you with me.”
How the fuck could he still read me!? I tried to hide my relief as he continued.
“Let’s go home. Let’s take a break from touring, just to get my head straightened out…” He said quietly, with that glint of hopefulness in his eyes, hadn’t seen that in a while.
I tried to look anywhere on him other than his eyes as he put his hands over mine.
“Patrick, I don’t really think that’s an option…And don’t say we could just walk away. If we did that we’d have our contract terminated with Island for sure.” I hated how I always had to be his bearer of bad news…Its not how it’s supposed to be between lovers…
His face fell. My heart sunk.
“Just a few more months Patrick…Then we can request for the time off you need.” I moved my hands to his cheeks, “Alright?”
His eyes didn’t meet mine, they looked glazed and distant. Butterflies plucked at my stomach as I stared at them. I made a move to get closer to him, folding my arms around his middle and nuzzling my face into the side of him neck, that neck that was like a drug.
“I’m sorry Patrick…” It’s the best I could say, what else could I say?
I was relieved to feel his arms winding around my shoulders to hold me snugly, it meant he was still in that shell.
“It’ll get better, I promise,” I paused and pulled up to meet his face, and his dark eyes, “Trust me on this…I love you.”
He nodded ever so slightly, “I love you too.”
I gave my best smile that I knew he loved before I closed our gap, giving him the sweet affection he needed.
“Let’s get back to the room though, we’re scheduled to wake up in a few hours,” I smiled against his lips.
I stood up as shaky as when I sat down, being steadied by Patrick’s arms.
“Plus I’m fuckin’ cold and my penis has probably shrunk about 3 inches from being out here.” I said, helping him up.
He laughed, “Well he can’t have that,” He said, his arms holding my shoulders tightly as we walked for the door that led back to the inside of the building.