Take Me To A Place Called Home: Part 8
Title: Take Me To A Place Called Home
Pairing: Peter/Patrick (FOB)
Chapter Rating: R
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. 8!
Take Me To A Place Called Home
Part 8
Peter’s POV
It had felt like one of those dreams that leave your pajamas sticky in the morning. The best part though, was that is wasn’t a dream. It had been at least two full weeks I had gone without sex, and shit, did I miss every glorifying millisecond of it!
I opened my eyes to slight darkness. I felt the gentle rocking of the bus, which told me it was in fast motion. I glanced around; I was in Patrick’s bunk. Identifying it wasn’t hard, the white sheets and not to mention his lovely aroma all over the pillow my face was half buried in. I was on my stomach, and felt the cool of a starchy sheet over me.
I went to sit a little upright. And wow was that a bad idea.
“Holy fff—UCK!” I didn’t intend for it to be that loud...
If only it had occurred to me that I had been too lazy…And horny…To get the lube, then I wouldn’t have moved. I’ve only done it two other times, not used it that is. Shit did I regret every little bit! I don’t regret getting the best fuck of my life, just the fact that I’d be in pain for about…Oh say a week. My ass muscles were shot to hell, or ripped, one or the other, but at the moment I didn’t care, I was in too much pain.
“Are you alright Pete?”
I winced at the bright light that flowed into the small bunk as Joe pulled the curtain open.
“Mm, no! I fuckin’ hurt!” I whined loudly.
I buried my face into the pillow as the pain spread from my ass and balls, up my spine to the back of my neck. It was like when your foot falls asleep and you get those damn tickly pins and needles. You accidentally move your foot and then you can’t stop moving it…Yeah that’s how my ass was at the moment. I clenched it once and then the pain just makes it do its own fuckin’ thing!
“Wrrsnprick?” I growled into the pillow.
“What?” He asked.
“Where is Patrick?” I repeated, lifting my head.
“He’s sleeping up front. You want me to get him?”
He was being far too kind…The last time I was fucked without lube and in this state…He laughed his God damn ass off at me! It was a little fishy.
“No, let him sleep,” I let my head fall onto the pillow again.
“Can I get you anything man?”
“A cool patch to shove up my ass,” I mumbled, glancing at him.
“Fresh out…” He made an attempt at humor.
“What time is it?”
I watched him disappear for a moment, probably getting the time off the microwave that was close by. He kneeled back next to me.
“2:13.”
“AM!? Well what the fuck are you still doing up?” I asked, he was usually sleeping heavily at twelve, at the latest.
He shrugged, shifting to sit down on his butt, “I kinda can’t sleep at the moment…”
“Because of the lovely image of hot man-sex invading your mind?” I smirked. I could still be a jackass even if I was in pain.
He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look up from the floor…He just sat there with a thoughtful expression.
“Joe…?” I mumbled, eyeing him.
He looked to me and smiled, “You should get some rest.”
“I would if I wasn’t scared that my balls are gonna fall off…”
“That’s bad huh?”
This was really freaky, he sounded so sincere, so…Not Joe.
I stared at him for a moment, then I shrugged my shoulders a little, “That and my entire body hurts, my shoulders are bitches,” I said rolling my shoulders and closing my eyes. They really did hurt for some weird reason, probably from trying to hold my own dead weight up while still getting…yeah…
“You’re probably just tensed,” He offered.
How the hell would he know? Its not like a chick could give you such tight muscles…Unless she was really talented or some shit.
“I guess…” I mumbled, burying my face into Patrick’s scent again.
It was silent between us for what I was guessing, quite a few minutes. Then I felt a pair of hands creeping over my shoulder blades. Amongst the pain I swear I felt a chill. I looked slowly towards Joe, feeling then the gentle, yet firm, squeezing of his hands on my upper trapeziums…And damn did it feel good.
He glanced down at me, “It works for Andy’s shoulders when he’s had a rough night,” He spoke quietly.
“You’re telling me you rub his back?” This was getting good.
“Yeah…When he asks me too.”
I chuckled, are you fuckin’ serious?! I knew they were so getting it on. His hands paused.
“And I know what the hell your thinking, and it’s not true,” He grumbled, “Get your mind out of your dick for once…”
“I can’t help that,” I turned to smile up at him, “So what position is you guys’ favorite?”
I felt a sharp pain shoot through my back as he leaned his weight onto my lower back.
“OW! Bitch what the fu—”
“Shut up and shut your eyes! Relax for once okay. I’m going to help you too if you stop being an asshole,” He said evenly.
I bit back from saying some smartass remark, letting him loosen me up. I set my head back down on the artificial Patrick, taking in a big whiff. He sure knew how to relax someone…His hands worked my tight muscles, squeezing with his palms and fingers, while massaging with his thumbs.
“Mmm….That feels almost as good as when Patrick—”
“No, I’d rather not hear about what you two find feeling good” He said with a pause in his rhythm.
I let a small laugh escape me, “Well of course I don’t…You witnessed it yourself,” Shit to I crack myself up.
“You’re such a dick,” He mumbled.
“I know.”
It fell quiet after that exchange. I still was weirded out by Joe’s ‘lets be a little gay-ish tonight’ thing he was pulling. I wanted to ask, but he had me in such a state that my words would have been slurred and muffled. Where ever he learned this shit was beyond me, but he was damn good at it.
Beyond that point is just a blur to me as sleep laid her heavy blanket over me.
---
I woke up that morning with what felt like a hangover. The pain was absent from my back entirely. My ass was still a different story. I sat up slowly, able now. It still hurt like a bitch, but at least it didn’t paralyze me with pain.
I moved like a slug out of the bunk, little annoying grunts escaping me as I pulled myself out of the little sleeping quarters. I proceeded to pull myself off the floor, wincing as I stood upright. My tailbone felt like it was on fucking…I don’t know something along the lines of fire. I glanced down. When the hell did boxers find their way onto me?
“Should you really be standing?”
The cooing voice of Patrick flowed through my ear as I felt him press against my back.
I smiled, turning my head slightly, “Should you really be pressing that thing against an injured man’s ass?”
I felt his body tremble from a laugh, his hands finding a resting place on my chest. I let myself fall gently against him, the back of my head resting on his shoulder. I felt his cheek against mine, the breath from him flowing down my neck.
“How is it today?”
“A beeitch,” I mumbled, the feel of his hands squeezing lightly constricted my brain from any thought.
“That’s not good…” He purred against my skin.
His right hand slipping slowly down my torso, his thumb hooking into the waistband of the boxers that had mysteriously found me in my sleep.
“You’re obviously feeling better,” I laughed, lifting my own hand to secure around his neck.
“Much.”
“Can you guys seriously wait until we stop and I can leave or something?”
Our attention was on Andy who passed by us on his way to the front area of the bus.
“You’ve already turned Joe gay on us. I really don’t want to be next,” He called back when he was out of sight.
I shot a glance to Patrick. What the ef was he talking about? Joe had a girlfriend.
---
Dressing that afternoon was quite interesting. Patrick had to help me get into my pants. Being as tight as all of them are, I had trouble bending.
Searching for Joe in this bus had never been more difficult. It was like every place I’d look he’d be there after me. And when I’d go back he’d be in the other place. I gave up for a while; sitting with Patrick to eat God knows what that Andy made earlier. I actually didn’t find him, rather he found me.
“Hey guys,” He said, sitting down opposite us at the small table.
Luckily I was sitting on the outside of the booth-like seat. I shimmied out slowly, careful that I didn’t set anything off in the pain department down below. I moved slowly to sit back down, only next to Joe this time, both of them eyeing me curiously.
“Eeeaahh…” I grumbled through tightly shut teeth as I sat.
“So how long does it actually hurt for?”
What an information-seeking-question, Joe….
“So how’s Jenny?” I asked, ignoring him completely, and going right into the bigger picture.
“Who?” He looked at me as if I had three heads.
“Jenny, your girlfriend,” I searched his face.
His eyes moved from me to Patrick, who was peering at him with the same interest I had on my own face.
“I uh…I broke up with her a while ago.”
“How come you never told us?” I glanced over to Patrick, who had taken my question.
“When did the twenty questions game start?” He asked sarcastically.
“Joe, are you gay?” I asked bluntly.
“No!”
That answer came a little too quickly.
“You sure?” I asked, moving in closer to him, “Because Andy even says you are…People are starting to notice Joe,” Mischief clear in my tone, “It’s not something that can be hidden loooong…” God was I annoying or what?
“I’m not,” His eyes fell to the table, his voice was quiet.
“If you’re confused you know you can always come to the experts for help,” I chimed.
“Yeah, Pete’s always willing to be experimented on,” Patrick spoke into the water bottle he was drinking from.
I nodded, smiling broadly, “Always ready and willing,” I gave him a playful nudge with my elbow.
His eyes suddenly found mine. They definitely caught me off guard, for soon I wasn’t smiling anymore. They were a tad angry looking. What caught me even more off guard was the feel of his hands on my face, followed by a pair of harsh lips.
My eyes flew wide open, looking right to Patrick, who mirrored my expression. The harshness soon softened, revealing that our crazy Joe was a fairly descent kisser. And what was worse was that I was actually responding, moving in to hold my own.
He tore away quickly; eyes shut tight and face a shade of red I don’t think I’ve ever seen before.
“Sorry,” He spoke evenly, not opening his eyes to look at either of us.
I was too dumbfounded to speak, I only looked to Patrick who was still wide-eyed with his mouth agape. What the hell were we going to do now? Now that it was a completely awkward moment with no where to run…
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I don’t know if anyone knows where I can find any but…Okay I’ve become so obsessed with The All American Rejects lately and I was wondering if there was any slash between them o.o I haven’t seen any…So yeah if anyone knows of any I will draw you any chibi picture you want lol!!! Welp yeah, thanks for reading guys! Love to alllll!
Pairing: Peter/Patrick (FOB)
Chapter Rating: R
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. 8!
Take Me To A Place Called Home
Part 8
It had felt like one of those dreams that leave your pajamas sticky in the morning. The best part though, was that is wasn’t a dream. It had been at least two full weeks I had gone without sex, and shit, did I miss every glorifying millisecond of it!
I opened my eyes to slight darkness. I felt the gentle rocking of the bus, which told me it was in fast motion. I glanced around; I was in Patrick’s bunk. Identifying it wasn’t hard, the white sheets and not to mention his lovely aroma all over the pillow my face was half buried in. I was on my stomach, and felt the cool of a starchy sheet over me.
I went to sit a little upright. And wow was that a bad idea.
“Holy fff—UCK!” I didn’t intend for it to be that loud...
If only it had occurred to me that I had been too lazy…And horny…To get the lube, then I wouldn’t have moved. I’ve only done it two other times, not used it that is. Shit did I regret every little bit! I don’t regret getting the best fuck of my life, just the fact that I’d be in pain for about…Oh say a week. My ass muscles were shot to hell, or ripped, one or the other, but at the moment I didn’t care, I was in too much pain.
“Are you alright Pete?”
I winced at the bright light that flowed into the small bunk as Joe pulled the curtain open.
“Mm, no! I fuckin’ hurt!” I whined loudly.
I buried my face into the pillow as the pain spread from my ass and balls, up my spine to the back of my neck. It was like when your foot falls asleep and you get those damn tickly pins and needles. You accidentally move your foot and then you can’t stop moving it…Yeah that’s how my ass was at the moment. I clenched it once and then the pain just makes it do its own fuckin’ thing!
“Wrrsnprick?” I growled into the pillow.
“What?” He asked.
“Where is Patrick?” I repeated, lifting my head.
“He’s sleeping up front. You want me to get him?”
He was being far too kind…The last time I was fucked without lube and in this state…He laughed his God damn ass off at me! It was a little fishy.
“No, let him sleep,” I let my head fall onto the pillow again.
“Can I get you anything man?”
“A cool patch to shove up my ass,” I mumbled, glancing at him.
“Fresh out…” He made an attempt at humor.
“What time is it?”
I watched him disappear for a moment, probably getting the time off the microwave that was close by. He kneeled back next to me.
“2:13.”
“AM!? Well what the fuck are you still doing up?” I asked, he was usually sleeping heavily at twelve, at the latest.
He shrugged, shifting to sit down on his butt, “I kinda can’t sleep at the moment…”
“Because of the lovely image of hot man-sex invading your mind?” I smirked. I could still be a jackass even if I was in pain.
He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look up from the floor…He just sat there with a thoughtful expression.
“Joe…?” I mumbled, eyeing him.
He looked to me and smiled, “You should get some rest.”
“I would if I wasn’t scared that my balls are gonna fall off…”
“That’s bad huh?”
This was really freaky, he sounded so sincere, so…Not Joe.
I stared at him for a moment, then I shrugged my shoulders a little, “That and my entire body hurts, my shoulders are bitches,” I said rolling my shoulders and closing my eyes. They really did hurt for some weird reason, probably from trying to hold my own dead weight up while still getting…yeah…
“You’re probably just tensed,” He offered.
How the hell would he know? Its not like a chick could give you such tight muscles…Unless she was really talented or some shit.
“I guess…” I mumbled, burying my face into Patrick’s scent again.
It was silent between us for what I was guessing, quite a few minutes. Then I felt a pair of hands creeping over my shoulder blades. Amongst the pain I swear I felt a chill. I looked slowly towards Joe, feeling then the gentle, yet firm, squeezing of his hands on my upper trapeziums…And damn did it feel good.
He glanced down at me, “It works for Andy’s shoulders when he’s had a rough night,” He spoke quietly.
“You’re telling me you rub his back?” This was getting good.
“Yeah…When he asks me too.”
I chuckled, are you fuckin’ serious?! I knew they were so getting it on. His hands paused.
“And I know what the hell your thinking, and it’s not true,” He grumbled, “Get your mind out of your dick for once…”
“I can’t help that,” I turned to smile up at him, “So what position is you guys’ favorite?”
I felt a sharp pain shoot through my back as he leaned his weight onto my lower back.
“OW! Bitch what the fu—”
“Shut up and shut your eyes! Relax for once okay. I’m going to help you too if you stop being an asshole,” He said evenly.
I bit back from saying some smartass remark, letting him loosen me up. I set my head back down on the artificial Patrick, taking in a big whiff. He sure knew how to relax someone…His hands worked my tight muscles, squeezing with his palms and fingers, while massaging with his thumbs.
“Mmm….That feels almost as good as when Patrick—”
“No, I’d rather not hear about what you two find feeling good” He said with a pause in his rhythm.
I let a small laugh escape me, “Well of course I don’t…You witnessed it yourself,” Shit to I crack myself up.
“You’re such a dick,” He mumbled.
“I know.”
It fell quiet after that exchange. I still was weirded out by Joe’s ‘lets be a little gay-ish tonight’ thing he was pulling. I wanted to ask, but he had me in such a state that my words would have been slurred and muffled. Where ever he learned this shit was beyond me, but he was damn good at it.
Beyond that point is just a blur to me as sleep laid her heavy blanket over me.
---
I woke up that morning with what felt like a hangover. The pain was absent from my back entirely. My ass was still a different story. I sat up slowly, able now. It still hurt like a bitch, but at least it didn’t paralyze me with pain.
I moved like a slug out of the bunk, little annoying grunts escaping me as I pulled myself out of the little sleeping quarters. I proceeded to pull myself off the floor, wincing as I stood upright. My tailbone felt like it was on fucking…I don’t know something along the lines of fire. I glanced down. When the hell did boxers find their way onto me?
“Should you really be standing?”
The cooing voice of Patrick flowed through my ear as I felt him press against my back.
I smiled, turning my head slightly, “Should you really be pressing that thing against an injured man’s ass?”
I felt his body tremble from a laugh, his hands finding a resting place on my chest. I let myself fall gently against him, the back of my head resting on his shoulder. I felt his cheek against mine, the breath from him flowing down my neck.
“How is it today?”
“A beeitch,” I mumbled, the feel of his hands squeezing lightly constricted my brain from any thought.
“That’s not good…” He purred against my skin.
His right hand slipping slowly down my torso, his thumb hooking into the waistband of the boxers that had mysteriously found me in my sleep.
“You’re obviously feeling better,” I laughed, lifting my own hand to secure around his neck.
“Much.”
“Can you guys seriously wait until we stop and I can leave or something?”
Our attention was on Andy who passed by us on his way to the front area of the bus.
“You’ve already turned Joe gay on us. I really don’t want to be next,” He called back when he was out of sight.
I shot a glance to Patrick. What the ef was he talking about? Joe had a girlfriend.
---
Dressing that afternoon was quite interesting. Patrick had to help me get into my pants. Being as tight as all of them are, I had trouble bending.
Searching for Joe in this bus had never been more difficult. It was like every place I’d look he’d be there after me. And when I’d go back he’d be in the other place. I gave up for a while; sitting with Patrick to eat God knows what that Andy made earlier. I actually didn’t find him, rather he found me.
“Hey guys,” He said, sitting down opposite us at the small table.
Luckily I was sitting on the outside of the booth-like seat. I shimmied out slowly, careful that I didn’t set anything off in the pain department down below. I moved slowly to sit back down, only next to Joe this time, both of them eyeing me curiously.
“Eeeaahh…” I grumbled through tightly shut teeth as I sat.
“So how long does it actually hurt for?”
What an information-seeking-question, Joe….
“So how’s Jenny?” I asked, ignoring him completely, and going right into the bigger picture.
“Who?” He looked at me as if I had three heads.
“Jenny, your girlfriend,” I searched his face.
His eyes moved from me to Patrick, who was peering at him with the same interest I had on my own face.
“I uh…I broke up with her a while ago.”
“How come you never told us?” I glanced over to Patrick, who had taken my question.
“When did the twenty questions game start?” He asked sarcastically.
“Joe, are you gay?” I asked bluntly.
“No!”
That answer came a little too quickly.
“You sure?” I asked, moving in closer to him, “Because Andy even says you are…People are starting to notice Joe,” Mischief clear in my tone, “It’s not something that can be hidden loooong…” God was I annoying or what?
“I’m not,” His eyes fell to the table, his voice was quiet.
“If you’re confused you know you can always come to the experts for help,” I chimed.
“Yeah, Pete’s always willing to be experimented on,” Patrick spoke into the water bottle he was drinking from.
I nodded, smiling broadly, “Always ready and willing,” I gave him a playful nudge with my elbow.
His eyes suddenly found mine. They definitely caught me off guard, for soon I wasn’t smiling anymore. They were a tad angry looking. What caught me even more off guard was the feel of his hands on my face, followed by a pair of harsh lips.
My eyes flew wide open, looking right to Patrick, who mirrored my expression. The harshness soon softened, revealing that our crazy Joe was a fairly descent kisser. And what was worse was that I was actually responding, moving in to hold my own.
He tore away quickly; eyes shut tight and face a shade of red I don’t think I’ve ever seen before.
“Sorry,” He spoke evenly, not opening his eyes to look at either of us.
I was too dumbfounded to speak, I only looked to Patrick who was still wide-eyed with his mouth agape. What the hell were we going to do now? Now that it was a completely awkward moment with no where to run…
I don’t know if anyone knows where I can find any but…Okay I’ve become so obsessed with The All American Rejects lately and I was wondering if there was any slash between them o.o I haven’t seen any…So yeah if anyone knows of any I will draw you any chibi picture you want lol!!! Welp yeah, thanks for reading guys! Love to alllll!