Take Me To A Place Called Home: P. 9
Title: Take Me To A Place Called Home
Pairing: Peter/Patrick (FOB)
Chapter Rating:PG-15 to 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. 9!
Take Me To A Place Called Home
Part 9
Patrick’s POV
Well, he was about as red as a maraschino cherry. From his ears to his hands, that were in a tight knot on the table top. His eyes looked so concentrated on his hands that it was like they were going to explode any moment without notice.
I cleared my throat and shut my mouth that had been hanging open for the past five…Very silent minutes.
“It’s, uh, It’s alright Joe,” I said, still a little surprised that he actually kissed Pete.
“No, it’s actually not…It means I’m a—”
“Don’t say it!”
Pete interrupted him abruptly. My guess is that Joe was about to say ‘fag’. My sweet Peter has a big problem with the term. He never appreciated how lightly it was used or the fact that he had to grow up listening to it every day of his life when in school.
“…Sorry…” Joe mumbled, head bowing further down.
I studied him. He wasn’t normally the type to hide things. He was pretty much the most straight forward guy that I’d known, besides Peter of course.
“So, how long?” Pete prodded.
Joe shrugged, “I don’t know…A couple months?”
Liar!
He was so acting weird far more than just a ‘couple months’.
“Have you told anyone? Other than us?” Pete pressed on; I wonder when Joe would crack…
We watched him shake his head slowly.
“Not even Andy?” I asked cautiously, him and Andy were best friends, I would expect he’d tell him.
“No, the last person on earth I’ll be telling is Andy…” He grumbled, one of his tense hands going to the back of his head to scratch at it.
“How come?” I asked.
He didn’t answer me, only gave me a small and semi shy-looking glance. Pete, of course, caught this look.
“No fucking way…” My eyes went to Pete, who looked brighter than the God damned sun, “You like him, don’t you!?”
“Shut up! Jesus…And no, I don’t!” He growled back at Pete.
The devilish smile didn’t falter on Peter’s perfect face, “Hell yes you do,” He teased.
“He has a friggin’ girlfriend you asshole.”
“That doesn’t give you the excuse to not like him,” I added bluntly, taking a sip of water from my bottle.
He shot me a look, “You seriously think I like him?”
“Like who?”
Our eyes traveled to Andy, who stood staring back at us while eating his bowl of rabbit food. He halted in his chewing for a moment, looking from Pete, to Joe, then to me.
“…Okay?” He mumbled.
“Yo— OW!”
Joe owes me a thank you.
I had graciously stopped Panda from telling Andy Joe’s fairly large secret. My foot had suddenly undergone a spastic reflex into Pete’s shin…Oops.
He gave me a pathetic look, I gave him the ‘shut up or I’ll rip your dick off’ look in return. He desperately needed a lesson on when to keep his mouth shut; I of course helped out whenever possible.
“We were just talking about Joe’s latest girl crush…” I lied, my eyes leaving Pete’s ashamed face to focus on Andy.
Andy gave me a weird look before turning to go for the mini fridge, “Joe doesn’t like girls.”
He spoke as if Joe wasn’t even present! The three of us at the table were wide-eyed at this point. And here I was thinking that Joe couldn’t possibly turn a worse shade of red.
“My life as I knew it is over…” I heard him grumble as his arms folded on the table top and his face buried into them.
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The past three days have been nothing but inscrutable. And yesterday’s performance for Cleveland was horrid…I felt bad when we left the stage.
Joe was in a mood that made him damn near motionless on stage. Pete was still complaining that his ass hurt, meaning he hardly moved and his screaming was off. I was worried about the both of them, causing my performance to be half assed and my mind in a million different places at once. The only one of us giving it his best, as always, was Andy.
Andy wasn’t too pleased with us either. He, if I remember correctly, said he was ‘embarrassed to be seen on the same stage’ with us and that we needed to ‘get our heads out of our asses for once’. Needless to say…It wasn’t pretty. A sit down with Andy pacing in front of us and almost on the verge of yelling his lecture…Is never a good thing.
So yeah, today has been nearly silent between the four of us. Of course Panda can’t shut up, so he’s the exception. I’ve sat here with a blank piece of paper and a pen for about an hour and a half. Writing an apology had never been more difficult. Watching the car on the highway however, couldn’t have been more distracting. If Peter had been next to me we would be playing the license plate game, or the pick a car color and count how many you see game. That’s how cool we are…
I looked back down at the paper, doodling seemed more inviting that the words We’re Sorry.
“Hey, what’cha up to?” I glanced to Pete, who had taken residence in the open space next to me.
“Trying to throw together words to apologize to Andy…” I mumbled, setting the pen down for the hundredth time.
I leaned back, letting a quite sigh out through my nose. I gazed over to Pete’s automatic seductive features.
“What?” I grumbled.
He grinned and leaned in closer to me, “Nothin’, you’re just such a good boy…” I felt his warm breath on my lips before I felt the pressure of his mouth to mine.
To him, a kiss or a grope solved everything. To me, it was a poor excuse to get in my pants. But…I really can’t complain…He was after all the best damn kisser I had encountered yet.
Once we separated for a moment I smiled, “So what was kissing Joe actually like?”
“Now if I were to answer that truthfully…You’d cut off my dick,” he spoke against my cheek.
I moved away from him slightly, giving him the ‘Oh really?’ look. He cracked a goofy smile.
“Oh don’t even! You’ve kissed plenty of other dudes and I haven’t asked once how it was!” He whined, pushing me lightly.
“Well that’s because you went and kissed them right after me to see how it was yourself!”
“…Beeitch,” He pouted.
I smiled. What a damn faker he was. He could pull off the best innocent face you’d ever see.
“Don’t pull that face with me Peter Wentz. You know damn well that you’re the best fak—”
“Let’s play a game,” He cute me off.
I raised an eyebrow in response.
He grabbed my blank paper and my pen from my lap and tossed it on the other side of me. He instead replaced the notebook’s spot with himself, settling into comfort on my thighs.
“The game is Peter does whatever he feels like with his boy, while Patrick cooperates and says nothing,” He bit at my bottom lip gently, his tongue dragging across ever so slowly.
“What if Patrick doesn’t like the rules?” I smiled deviously.
“That’s just too bad for Patrick…Isn’t it?” The last part of his little statement was complimented with the fierce and quite unexpected grabbing of my crotch.
He was granted a surprised strained groan and a reflex of my hips into his. I watched him smile at his…handy…work. What a prick me was sometimes. And God did I love every bit of it.
His hand and hips worked together to cause some serious sparks down bellow while his lips and free hand worked my upper half.
“Is it uh…Wise to do this in the open llii—like this?” I half moaned and half forced as I let my head loll back, his lips devouring my neck.
I received an incoherent grunt from him, his hand finding its way under my tee. I lifted my head, which felt like a hundred pounds, to glance down at what the hell he was doing this time.
A flash of white however caught my eye first. I glanced fully in its direction, my eyes not believing what stood innocently in front of them.
The white belonged to Joe’s white army wife beater(1) that he only wore when he was sick of black. I stared at him. He, with his lazy eyes and body leaned against the frame of the small doorway, not to mention the hand that loosely hung off the waist of his pants.
My eyes grew a little wider as I frantically fixed the skewed glasses on my face and soon after jabbed at Peter’s side. He reeled on top of me and let out a half giggle as he sat up to look at me.
“What the hell was that….Patrick?”
He must have noticed my ‘HOLY SHIT’ expression, for he turned his head slowly to see what I was staring at. And soon enough the same look played on his face.
“Joe…?” He said it for me, seeing as I was too staggered to form any wording.
I watched the life return to Joe’s gaze as he quickly adopted the ‘HOLY SHIT’ look as well.
“Oh fu—Shit… I am so damn sorry…I uh…Damn it…” For Christ’s sake Joe, stop digging the hole.
I watched him hang his head, knowing full well we’d caught him in the act of watching our mini almost porn session.
“I’m sorry…” He shook his head.
Pete gave me a small look before he proceeded to remove himself from my lap. The absence of him made me want to kill something small and fuzzy. I couldn’t be mad at Joe though…I was once there…But God damn! Pick some other time would ya!?
“It’s okay Joe…” I forced, sitting up and clearing my throat.
*** (1) I thank legendof12world for the wonderful idea of the army wife beater lol!
So, comments? Yesh? Lol! Hope you enjoyed ^^***
Pairing: Peter/Patrick (FOB)
Chapter Rating:PG-15 to 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. 9!
Take Me To A Place Called Home
Part 9
Well, he was about as red as a maraschino cherry. From his ears to his hands, that were in a tight knot on the table top. His eyes looked so concentrated on his hands that it was like they were going to explode any moment without notice.
I cleared my throat and shut my mouth that had been hanging open for the past five…Very silent minutes.
“It’s, uh, It’s alright Joe,” I said, still a little surprised that he actually kissed Pete.
“No, it’s actually not…It means I’m a—”
“Don’t say it!”
Pete interrupted him abruptly. My guess is that Joe was about to say ‘fag’. My sweet Peter has a big problem with the term. He never appreciated how lightly it was used or the fact that he had to grow up listening to it every day of his life when in school.
“…Sorry…” Joe mumbled, head bowing further down.
I studied him. He wasn’t normally the type to hide things. He was pretty much the most straight forward guy that I’d known, besides Peter of course.
“So, how long?” Pete prodded.
Joe shrugged, “I don’t know…A couple months?”
Liar!
He was so acting weird far more than just a ‘couple months’.
“Have you told anyone? Other than us?” Pete pressed on; I wonder when Joe would crack…
We watched him shake his head slowly.
“Not even Andy?” I asked cautiously, him and Andy were best friends, I would expect he’d tell him.
“No, the last person on earth I’ll be telling is Andy…” He grumbled, one of his tense hands going to the back of his head to scratch at it.
“How come?” I asked.
He didn’t answer me, only gave me a small and semi shy-looking glance. Pete, of course, caught this look.
“No fucking way…” My eyes went to Pete, who looked brighter than the God damned sun, “You like him, don’t you!?”
“Shut up! Jesus…And no, I don’t!” He growled back at Pete.
The devilish smile didn’t falter on Peter’s perfect face, “Hell yes you do,” He teased.
“He has a friggin’ girlfriend you asshole.”
“That doesn’t give you the excuse to not like him,” I added bluntly, taking a sip of water from my bottle.
He shot me a look, “You seriously think I like him?”
“Like who?”
Our eyes traveled to Andy, who stood staring back at us while eating his bowl of rabbit food. He halted in his chewing for a moment, looking from Pete, to Joe, then to me.
“…Okay?” He mumbled.
“Yo— OW!”
Joe owes me a thank you.
I had graciously stopped Panda from telling Andy Joe’s fairly large secret. My foot had suddenly undergone a spastic reflex into Pete’s shin…Oops.
He gave me a pathetic look, I gave him the ‘shut up or I’ll rip your dick off’ look in return. He desperately needed a lesson on when to keep his mouth shut; I of course helped out whenever possible.
“We were just talking about Joe’s latest girl crush…” I lied, my eyes leaving Pete’s ashamed face to focus on Andy.
Andy gave me a weird look before turning to go for the mini fridge, “Joe doesn’t like girls.”
He spoke as if Joe wasn’t even present! The three of us at the table were wide-eyed at this point. And here I was thinking that Joe couldn’t possibly turn a worse shade of red.
“My life as I knew it is over…” I heard him grumble as his arms folded on the table top and his face buried into them.
---
The past three days have been nothing but inscrutable. And yesterday’s performance for Cleveland was horrid…I felt bad when we left the stage.
Joe was in a mood that made him damn near motionless on stage. Pete was still complaining that his ass hurt, meaning he hardly moved and his screaming was off. I was worried about the both of them, causing my performance to be half assed and my mind in a million different places at once. The only one of us giving it his best, as always, was Andy.
Andy wasn’t too pleased with us either. He, if I remember correctly, said he was ‘embarrassed to be seen on the same stage’ with us and that we needed to ‘get our heads out of our asses for once’. Needless to say…It wasn’t pretty. A sit down with Andy pacing in front of us and almost on the verge of yelling his lecture…Is never a good thing.
So yeah, today has been nearly silent between the four of us. Of course Panda can’t shut up, so he’s the exception. I’ve sat here with a blank piece of paper and a pen for about an hour and a half. Writing an apology had never been more difficult. Watching the car on the highway however, couldn’t have been more distracting. If Peter had been next to me we would be playing the license plate game, or the pick a car color and count how many you see game. That’s how cool we are…
I looked back down at the paper, doodling seemed more inviting that the words We’re Sorry.
“Hey, what’cha up to?” I glanced to Pete, who had taken residence in the open space next to me.
“Trying to throw together words to apologize to Andy…” I mumbled, setting the pen down for the hundredth time.
I leaned back, letting a quite sigh out through my nose. I gazed over to Pete’s automatic seductive features.
“What?” I grumbled.
He grinned and leaned in closer to me, “Nothin’, you’re just such a good boy…” I felt his warm breath on my lips before I felt the pressure of his mouth to mine.
To him, a kiss or a grope solved everything. To me, it was a poor excuse to get in my pants. But…I really can’t complain…He was after all the best damn kisser I had encountered yet.
Once we separated for a moment I smiled, “So what was kissing Joe actually like?”
“Now if I were to answer that truthfully…You’d cut off my dick,” he spoke against my cheek.
I moved away from him slightly, giving him the ‘Oh really?’ look. He cracked a goofy smile.
“Oh don’t even! You’ve kissed plenty of other dudes and I haven’t asked once how it was!” He whined, pushing me lightly.
“Well that’s because you went and kissed them right after me to see how it was yourself!”
“…Beeitch,” He pouted.
I smiled. What a damn faker he was. He could pull off the best innocent face you’d ever see.
“Don’t pull that face with me Peter Wentz. You know damn well that you’re the best fak—”
“Let’s play a game,” He cute me off.
I raised an eyebrow in response.
He grabbed my blank paper and my pen from my lap and tossed it on the other side of me. He instead replaced the notebook’s spot with himself, settling into comfort on my thighs.
“The game is Peter does whatever he feels like with his boy, while Patrick cooperates and says nothing,” He bit at my bottom lip gently, his tongue dragging across ever so slowly.
“What if Patrick doesn’t like the rules?” I smiled deviously.
“That’s just too bad for Patrick…Isn’t it?” The last part of his little statement was complimented with the fierce and quite unexpected grabbing of my crotch.
He was granted a surprised strained groan and a reflex of my hips into his. I watched him smile at his…handy…work. What a prick me was sometimes. And God did I love every bit of it.
His hand and hips worked together to cause some serious sparks down bellow while his lips and free hand worked my upper half.
“Is it uh…Wise to do this in the open llii—like this?” I half moaned and half forced as I let my head loll back, his lips devouring my neck.
I received an incoherent grunt from him, his hand finding its way under my tee. I lifted my head, which felt like a hundred pounds, to glance down at what the hell he was doing this time.
A flash of white however caught my eye first. I glanced fully in its direction, my eyes not believing what stood innocently in front of them.
The white belonged to Joe’s white army wife beater(1) that he only wore when he was sick of black. I stared at him. He, with his lazy eyes and body leaned against the frame of the small doorway, not to mention the hand that loosely hung off the waist of his pants.
My eyes grew a little wider as I frantically fixed the skewed glasses on my face and soon after jabbed at Peter’s side. He reeled on top of me and let out a half giggle as he sat up to look at me.
“What the hell was that….Patrick?”
He must have noticed my ‘HOLY SHIT’ expression, for he turned his head slowly to see what I was staring at. And soon enough the same look played on his face.
“Joe…?” He said it for me, seeing as I was too staggered to form any wording.
I watched the life return to Joe’s gaze as he quickly adopted the ‘HOLY SHIT’ look as well.
“Oh fu—Shit… I am so damn sorry…I uh…Damn it…” For Christ’s sake Joe, stop digging the hole.
I watched him hang his head, knowing full well we’d caught him in the act of watching our mini almost porn session.
“I’m sorry…” He shook his head.
Pete gave me a small look before he proceeded to remove himself from my lap. The absence of him made me want to kill something small and fuzzy. I couldn’t be mad at Joe though…I was once there…But God damn! Pick some other time would ya!?
“It’s okay Joe…” I forced, sitting up and clearing my throat.
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