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. 5!
So Come And Take Me Home
Part 5
Patrick’s POV
He had fallen asleep on top of me, after the sharing of a blind make out session his exhaustion got the better of him.
I stared at the shadowed ceiling, finding the feel of Peter’s heart beat soothing along with the smooth and steady breath that was expelled from him onto my neck. My hand still tracing tiny circles on the small of his back.
What he had told me was the truth, and it wouldn’t stop antagonizing me, playing over and over in my head.
“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.”
God forbid that all we’ve worked for since we were teenagers be destroyed because of my selfishness. But truth be told, each day that passed with this feeling that made me want to curl up into a ball and fade away…was making the fade away part more and more inviting…
I couldn’t possibly explain what the hell it is, because I don’t even know. All I do know is that I get thoughts of harm…And they make me want to take it out on myself. I haven’t yet, but its close, I won’t deny that fact.
A small sound from the body on top of me made me come back down to earth. I moved my free hand that wasn’t nestled on his back, to his head. Something about playing with Peter’s hair (not that there was much to play with), calmed me down some.
I needed sleep, that would help. Not that there was much time before we had to wake up…But still, I had to force it. I shut my eyes, trying to lull myself to sleep by focusing on Peter’s breathing and his sweet yet insipid smell. I took a deep breath of him in, letting it out slowly as I felt that sleep was approaching. Whatever morning held…I’d try to be ready for it.
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“Get up this instant!”
That sounded a lot like Bitch 2.0.
“GET UP!”
Whoa, definitely Bitch 2.0.
I opened my eyes, greeted by Peter’s still half sleeping face. I smiled; I loved watching him wake up. One eye open, the other half closed, a pretty much stoned look on his face, and the ever so attractive drool in the corner of his mouth.
“Both of you get up NOW!” Peter and I both glared over at her, “We’re waiting on you! Why didn’t you wake them up?!” She barked at Andy and Joe, who stood behind her, fully clothed and clean.
Peter sat up slowly, leaning back on my hips. He stretched his arms out and puffed up his chest.
“Would you shut the fuck up lady?” He groaned, not turning to face her.
“Watch what you say young man! I could cancel all booking you brats have from now until Christmas!”
Peter’s face went from ‘stretching feels good’ to ‘did she just say that?’. He turned his upper body slowly, a pretty frightening glimmer of something in his eyes.
“I dare you,” He whispered, challenging her to a stare down.
She of course backed off, Peter had connections far beyond hers that could get us another manager with in a week. Why he hadn’t already I would always wonder about.
“Just get up and clean yourselves. God only knows what you two were doing.” She growled, hands on her hips.
“What? The thought of me and Patrick fucking doesn’t excite you?”
I heard the smile in his voice as Bitch 2.0 huffed and turned on her heel to exit the room. Did she actually think we’d have sex with Andy and Joe in the room?
It was quiet for a minute; all eyes were on the door, as if expecting her to barge in again.
“Well, it excites me.”
Our eyes shot to Joe. He blinked and laughed, “Joking guys.”
He shook his head, turning for the door, “I’m gonna go see what they have for breakfast.”
“Wait up, I’ll go too,” Andy announced, following him.
We watched them leave, Peter turning back to me the moment the door clicked shut.
“Ever wonder what the hell they’d be like as a couple?”
I stared at his bright eyes, “Not really…I think it would be a little scary.”
He laughed, kissing my forehead before removing himself from onto of me. It was depressing, the feel of his weight leaving me.
“We should get showers,” He said, stretching once again.
I sat up, moving my legs to hang over the bed, “Or we could conserve water and take one shower.”
He whirled around, pointing at me suddenly, a wide grin on his face, “What a brilliant idea.”
He was on me the moment I stood like a shark to the smell of blood. His lips forcefully took mine as his hands gripped my shoulders.
“Let’s get…clean,” He purred against my lips, hips pressing into mine.
I smiled, “If you say so Panda.”
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The shower head made that incredibly annoying screech of when it first turns on, only it didn’t go away.
“Smack it,” Peter suggested from behind me.
“That’s…Not going to help,” I said, reaching to twist the head back and forth to see if that would help.
“Works for the TV in my bunk…” He mumbled.
I turned back to him, “We’ll make it quick,” I realized just how dirty that sounded the moment the toothy grin graced Peter’s face.
“A quick shower…” I added.
“Your no fun,” He laughed, dropping his boxers, the only clothing that had remained on him.
“I can’t help it,” I started, also disburdening myself of the restriction of my clothes, “I’m the girl.”
He laughed. It was an ongoing joke between us and close friends. They would tease about who was the girl in our relationship, and of course I was pegged with that honor.
“Yes, but you’re my girl,” He mumbled seductively, brushing our bodies purposely as he pulled the shower curtain back, stepping into the steam.
I rolled my eyes, snatching my shampoo from the counter.
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Washing had been the least of his worries, as always. He preferred sharing wet kisses, pressed bodies and the sound he got when he ‘worked his magic’ as he called it. I, however, found blow job just as easy to say. He called me vulgar because I used the normal terms. Like, he called sex ‘the deed’ and a jacking off ‘playing with food’…But it just made him just the more sweet and irresistible.
I leaned against the back wall of the shower, glancing down at him. He was beautiful, and the water running over him and steam clouding around him didn’t help the fact. I felt something move in the back of my throat, tilting my head back and opening my mouth to let it out. All I got however was a low moan cut short when I clamped my jaw shut.
My breathing became shallow as his hands held me firmly to the wall. Trying to speak was never more difficult when in this predicament.
“Pete…” I winced at the sensation that flowed through my spine to my fingers to my toes and everywhere in between.
Suddenly everything was gone. Absolutely no feeling. Nothing. As if I had fallen into oblivion, or a black abyss.
Peter suddenly filled my line of vision, smiling. The nerve he had was incredible.
“I…Hate…You,” I growled.
I watched him smile as he pinned me to the wall, “No you don’t”
“Yes…I do. You do this every time, why I thought you’d actually finish is beyond—”
“Shh…” He said, silencing me with a stroke of his hips to mine, “You know I like to save you for the sheets…” He serrated against my ear.
I let out the frustrated noise I had been holding, pushing him back and taking his face in my hands.
“You are such…A bitch.” And with that I took his slightly shocked mouth and forced mine upon it.
I was too used to him getting me so close to the edge and then just stopping everything. Pissed me off to no end, but I’ve learned to live with it…I would get finished all in good time. That I knew for a fact.
“We’ve been in here to long,” He breathed before I closed the space once again.
“We’re gonna,” kiss, “Get shot,” kiss, “You’re not even,” kiss, “Listening,” I pulled back and stared at him.
“Your right.” I pulled back the curtain and stepped out, leaving him there.
“What?! You’re just gonna stop there?!” He whined rather loudly.
“How does it feel? Now stop kvetching and get out, you are the one that said we’d be shot.” I was quite smug with my tone, wrapping a towel around me and exiting the bathroom.
“And you call me a bitch?!”
Was all that I heard from the bathroom as I happily made my way to where my clothes sat in my bag across the room.
***Nahaaa! I’m such an ebil person ^^ And gosh do I love every minute of it =) So yes there you have it, part five. Perhaps I’ll have enough ambition to do 6 tomorrow lol. Until then my friends do enjoy this chapter and the little present I drew last night ^^ Spur of the moment it was lol! Oh yeah...And before I forget..I abologize to cherry_bomb23 for not having any heated man sex in this chapter lol! Sorry love!!! It'll come(no pun intended) I promise!!***
TAHDAH!! Peter-Yoshi! Hope you enjoyed this Episode of Take Me To A Place Called Home ^^ Bye for now!
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. 5!
So Come And Take Me Home
Part 5
He had fallen asleep on top of me, after the sharing of a blind make out session his exhaustion got the better of him.
I stared at the shadowed ceiling, finding the feel of Peter’s heart beat soothing along with the smooth and steady breath that was expelled from him onto my neck. My hand still tracing tiny circles on the small of his back.
What he had told me was the truth, and it wouldn’t stop antagonizing me, playing over and over in my head.
“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.”
God forbid that all we’ve worked for since we were teenagers be destroyed because of my selfishness. But truth be told, each day that passed with this feeling that made me want to curl up into a ball and fade away…was making the fade away part more and more inviting…
I couldn’t possibly explain what the hell it is, because I don’t even know. All I do know is that I get thoughts of harm…And they make me want to take it out on myself. I haven’t yet, but its close, I won’t deny that fact.
A small sound from the body on top of me made me come back down to earth. I moved my free hand that wasn’t nestled on his back, to his head. Something about playing with Peter’s hair (not that there was much to play with), calmed me down some.
I needed sleep, that would help. Not that there was much time before we had to wake up…But still, I had to force it. I shut my eyes, trying to lull myself to sleep by focusing on Peter’s breathing and his sweet yet insipid smell. I took a deep breath of him in, letting it out slowly as I felt that sleep was approaching. Whatever morning held…I’d try to be ready for it.
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“Get up this instant!”
That sounded a lot like Bitch 2.0.
“GET UP!”
Whoa, definitely Bitch 2.0.
I opened my eyes, greeted by Peter’s still half sleeping face. I smiled; I loved watching him wake up. One eye open, the other half closed, a pretty much stoned look on his face, and the ever so attractive drool in the corner of his mouth.
“Both of you get up NOW!” Peter and I both glared over at her, “We’re waiting on you! Why didn’t you wake them up?!” She barked at Andy and Joe, who stood behind her, fully clothed and clean.
Peter sat up slowly, leaning back on my hips. He stretched his arms out and puffed up his chest.
“Would you shut the fuck up lady?” He groaned, not turning to face her.
“Watch what you say young man! I could cancel all booking you brats have from now until Christmas!”
Peter’s face went from ‘stretching feels good’ to ‘did she just say that?’. He turned his upper body slowly, a pretty frightening glimmer of something in his eyes.
“I dare you,” He whispered, challenging her to a stare down.
She of course backed off, Peter had connections far beyond hers that could get us another manager with in a week. Why he hadn’t already I would always wonder about.
“Just get up and clean yourselves. God only knows what you two were doing.” She growled, hands on her hips.
“What? The thought of me and Patrick fucking doesn’t excite you?”
I heard the smile in his voice as Bitch 2.0 huffed and turned on her heel to exit the room. Did she actually think we’d have sex with Andy and Joe in the room?
It was quiet for a minute; all eyes were on the door, as if expecting her to barge in again.
“Well, it excites me.”
Our eyes shot to Joe. He blinked and laughed, “Joking guys.”
He shook his head, turning for the door, “I’m gonna go see what they have for breakfast.”
“Wait up, I’ll go too,” Andy announced, following him.
We watched them leave, Peter turning back to me the moment the door clicked shut.
“Ever wonder what the hell they’d be like as a couple?”
I stared at his bright eyes, “Not really…I think it would be a little scary.”
He laughed, kissing my forehead before removing himself from onto of me. It was depressing, the feel of his weight leaving me.
“We should get showers,” He said, stretching once again.
I sat up, moving my legs to hang over the bed, “Or we could conserve water and take one shower.”
He whirled around, pointing at me suddenly, a wide grin on his face, “What a brilliant idea.”
He was on me the moment I stood like a shark to the smell of blood. His lips forcefully took mine as his hands gripped my shoulders.
“Let’s get…clean,” He purred against my lips, hips pressing into mine.
I smiled, “If you say so Panda.”
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The shower head made that incredibly annoying screech of when it first turns on, only it didn’t go away.
“Smack it,” Peter suggested from behind me.
“That’s…Not going to help,” I said, reaching to twist the head back and forth to see if that would help.
“Works for the TV in my bunk…” He mumbled.
I turned back to him, “We’ll make it quick,” I realized just how dirty that sounded the moment the toothy grin graced Peter’s face.
“A quick shower…” I added.
“Your no fun,” He laughed, dropping his boxers, the only clothing that had remained on him.
“I can’t help it,” I started, also disburdening myself of the restriction of my clothes, “I’m the girl.”
He laughed. It was an ongoing joke between us and close friends. They would tease about who was the girl in our relationship, and of course I was pegged with that honor.
“Yes, but you’re my girl,” He mumbled seductively, brushing our bodies purposely as he pulled the shower curtain back, stepping into the steam.
I rolled my eyes, snatching my shampoo from the counter.
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Washing had been the least of his worries, as always. He preferred sharing wet kisses, pressed bodies and the sound he got when he ‘worked his magic’ as he called it. I, however, found blow job just as easy to say. He called me vulgar because I used the normal terms. Like, he called sex ‘the deed’ and a jacking off ‘playing with food’…But it just made him just the more sweet and irresistible.
I leaned against the back wall of the shower, glancing down at him. He was beautiful, and the water running over him and steam clouding around him didn’t help the fact. I felt something move in the back of my throat, tilting my head back and opening my mouth to let it out. All I got however was a low moan cut short when I clamped my jaw shut.
My breathing became shallow as his hands held me firmly to the wall. Trying to speak was never more difficult when in this predicament.
“Pete…” I winced at the sensation that flowed through my spine to my fingers to my toes and everywhere in between.
Suddenly everything was gone. Absolutely no feeling. Nothing. As if I had fallen into oblivion, or a black abyss.
Peter suddenly filled my line of vision, smiling. The nerve he had was incredible.
“I…Hate…You,” I growled.
I watched him smile as he pinned me to the wall, “No you don’t”
“Yes…I do. You do this every time, why I thought you’d actually finish is beyond—”
“Shh…” He said, silencing me with a stroke of his hips to mine, “You know I like to save you for the sheets…” He serrated against my ear.
I let out the frustrated noise I had been holding, pushing him back and taking his face in my hands.
“You are such…A bitch.” And with that I took his slightly shocked mouth and forced mine upon it.
I was too used to him getting me so close to the edge and then just stopping everything. Pissed me off to no end, but I’ve learned to live with it…I would get finished all in good time. That I knew for a fact.
“We’ve been in here to long,” He breathed before I closed the space once again.
“We’re gonna,” kiss, “Get shot,” kiss, “You’re not even,” kiss, “Listening,” I pulled back and stared at him.
“Your right.” I pulled back the curtain and stepped out, leaving him there.
“What?! You’re just gonna stop there?!” He whined rather loudly.
“How does it feel? Now stop kvetching and get out, you are the one that said we’d be shot.” I was quite smug with my tone, wrapping a towel around me and exiting the bathroom.
“And you call me a bitch?!”
Was all that I heard from the bathroom as I happily made my way to where my clothes sat in my bag across the room.