Take me to a place called home: Part 10
Title: Take Me To A Place Called Home
Pairing: Peter/Patrick (FOB)
Chapter Rating:PG-15 to R
Warnings: Language
Summary: Same old lol, you've been reading! You know what's going on!
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! HEATHER IS THE GREATEST WRITER ON HERE READ HER STUFF!!! NOW!!!
Notes:Thanks for the reviews guys! So here you are, P. 10!
Take Me To A Place Called Home
Part 10
Peter’s POV
We were piled into another hotel for the, whatever millionth time this was. And I’m not sure how it all came to happen…But my dear Patrick was grinding my naked hips with his own like there was no fucking tomorrow. And then there was the scariest part of it, Andy and Joe. Making out on the bed across from us, and I was actually getting turned on by their whole spectacle.
I watched as their lips collided time and time again. Each time my, bellow the belt, got more and more excited. It didn’t help that Patrick was humping me and devouring my collarbone with his teeth, I’m sure there will be marks. I let my head roll back into the starchy pillows of the hotel bed, eyes sliding shut as his hands wandered, groped, and tugged.
“Pete…”
I made a small groan-like noise in response to the whisper of my name.
“Peter…”
Okay, that time it sounded a little distant…
“PETER!”
I shot upright, eyes flying open, and staring into the amused eyes of Patrick. I blinked one or twice, slowly looking him up and down. He was clothed…Fully clothed. I looked at the black Clandestine tee I wore…I was clothed too, what the fuck!? I shot my wide-eyed stare to the bed beside the one I was lying on…Empty. No erotic friction between Joe and Andy anywhere near or on it.
I fucking hate dreams…
“You seemed to be enjoying whatever you were happily dreaming about,” I glanced over at Patrick, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
“What?” I asked stupidly, sleep seems to make me very dumb when I first come out of it.
He gave me a smile before pointing slowly to my crotch. I followed his finger.
Again, my eyes grew fairly wide, “Fucker…” I growled, proceeding to sit up.
I heard the bastard laugh at me before feeling his hand wind around the back of my neck, pulling me lightly towards him until our foreheads met.
“I can think one really good way to get rid of that…” He purred.
“Is that so?” I smirked.
He pulled away slightly and nodded, “It only takes two things…” He took my hand and lifted it so we both had it in sight, “It only takes one of these, and…” He trailed off, I could tell he was holding back laughter, “And one of those,” He pointed to the bathroom.
I glared at him, snatching my hand out of his grasp, “Asshole,” I mumbled, moving slowly off the edge of the bed and towards the bathroom.
I could still here that little chuckle of his as I entered the blinding white of the bathroom.
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“I ate too much,” I whined as I clutched my stomach and fell face first onto the bed Patrick and I would be sharing later on.
“You always over do it Panda. Your eyes are far bigger than your stomach,” Patrick said.
I felt the weight of the bed shift as he sat down, “Shuht hup,” I said into the blanket that my face was buried into.
“Yeah, I’m pretty full too,” I heard Andy say, the quite moan of the bed told me that he had sat down.
I lifted myself up on my elbows and turned slightly to give him a look, “You had a fuckin’ salad dude, how is that filling?”
He shrugged, bending over to untie his shoes. My eyes then found Joe, on the other side of the bed he’d be sharing with his…man-crush? He was unbuttoning the black shirt he had worn to the dining area of the hotel. Joe was weird in that way, he’d make sure he looked nice even for the simplest thing like going to Burger King. It was amusing.
What wasn’t amusing though was the fact that he had hardly spoken three words to any of us the entire night. I never really felt good when Joe was in his quiet think modes…It meant he was in a serious state of being…And serious just didn’t fit Joe. Whatever was on his mind, had to come off before I went crazy.
I sat up, a long throaty groan escaping me. For once I wished I hadn’t worn tight pants.
“I needa get out of these bitches,” I grumbled, standing up slowly and heading (hunched) towards my bag with spare clothing.
My attention was turned towards the door as we all heard a short series of knocks, then the small beep the door made when the card was slipped into the slot. We watched as the door cracked and Corey, our most resent bookie, stepped in, closing the door behind him.
He was a much better person to tolerate then Bitch 2.0…And far easier on the eyes. He was a fairly small guy, a similar body structure to my own. The ear-length shaggy brown hair on his head went nicely with his bright green eyes. He was a little older than me, twenty eight if I recall correctly.
He greeted us with his usual, “’Sup guys, I come bearing news,” in which he’d flash us his clip board that he was hardly ever without.
I couldn’t help but smile every time he was around. He was that type of guy that had that cute sense of innocence, like a virgin, only he was no virgin, at least that’s what my cousin says…
“What news brings you to our humble room this evening?” I asked in a cheesy Old English accent.
He laughed, scanning over his papers, “Well, tomorrow you knew you were to appear at Best Buy right?” He looked up at me, I nodded, “Okay, well that’s moved to Monday, so you have three days of relaxation in this place,” He fished with a small smile, he probably knew by now that we loved any days off we got. Not that we didn’t LOVE going to see the kids that make this all possible, but we’re human too, and we need some breaks now and then…Except Joe, he’s a robot.
Speaking of Joe…As Corey proceeded to tell us of next week, flipping through papers as he went, Joe had his eye on him the entire time. It was slightly weird, for Corey probably, who kept giving small glances towards the non-blinking Joe, but kept the majority of his green eye sight on me. Jesus! It was taking all I had in me at the moment not to burst out laughing. Corey had the most nervous face as he looked from Joe to me, and occasionally to Patrick or Andy.
“And Friday you’ll….What?”
He looked at me oddly, noting the face I wore…Scrunched and turning a slight shade of red as I held it all back. I shook my head and shrugged, a small smile cracking.
Joe so liked this guy and it was so obvious! The way he was staring so intent at him, and the way Corey tried to avoid it made me think that something was up.
“Okay…” He said, eyes trailing slowly back to his paper as he finished up with Friday’s schedule.
“Alright then, I guess that’s it,” He said, going through the pile of clipped papers once more before turning towards the door, “Night guys, try not to make a habit of a 3 AM bed time please,” He smiled.
What a cutie, “Yes mother,” I teased, a grin played on my face.
“That’s right, I am your mother for the time being. So, stay in your room and no fooling around in the hall ways,” He gave me a pointed look, “That mean’s you as well Pete. No free style skating, rough housing, playing, yelling, water sliding, or any other things that will get us thrown out.”
We couldn’t all help but laugh, except Joe, who only smiled and averted his eyes. This Corey dude fit right in, and seeing as I had the power over who came and went, I’d make sure he was around for a while…Especially if Joe had his eye on him. I made an unconscious devil like smile to myself as I thought of the many ways I could hook them up.
He soon left, leaving us in a slight silence. I returned to my first intent…A pair of boxers from my bag.
“Couldn’t have made that anymore obvious, Joe.”
I glanced over my shoulder to Andy.
“What?” Joe looked shocked.
“The only thing missing was drool seeping down the corner of your mouth,” Andy mumbled, standing and moving towards me.
He unzipped his bag, which was next to mine, and dug around in it, not giving anyone a glance. Did I just hear a tinge of…jealousy? I stared at him blankly, him not giving me anything in return as he retrieved his tooth brush and left the three of us in dumb silence as he walked contently towards the bathroom.
……
What the fuck just happened?
***Hehe...Tis all I'm going to say ^^ -skuttles away-***
Pairing: Peter/Patrick (FOB)
Chapter Rating:PG-15 to R
Warnings: Language
Summary: Same old lol, you've been reading! You know what's going on!
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! HEATHER IS THE GREATEST WRITER ON HERE READ HER STUFF!!! NOW!!!
Notes:Thanks for the reviews guys! So here you are, P. 10!
Take Me To A Place Called Home
Part 10
We were piled into another hotel for the, whatever millionth time this was. And I’m not sure how it all came to happen…But my dear Patrick was grinding my naked hips with his own like there was no fucking tomorrow. And then there was the scariest part of it, Andy and Joe. Making out on the bed across from us, and I was actually getting turned on by their whole spectacle.
I watched as their lips collided time and time again. Each time my, bellow the belt, got more and more excited. It didn’t help that Patrick was humping me and devouring my collarbone with his teeth, I’m sure there will be marks. I let my head roll back into the starchy pillows of the hotel bed, eyes sliding shut as his hands wandered, groped, and tugged.
“Pete…”
I made a small groan-like noise in response to the whisper of my name.
“Peter…”
Okay, that time it sounded a little distant…
“PETER!”
I shot upright, eyes flying open, and staring into the amused eyes of Patrick. I blinked one or twice, slowly looking him up and down. He was clothed…Fully clothed. I looked at the black Clandestine tee I wore…I was clothed too, what the fuck!? I shot my wide-eyed stare to the bed beside the one I was lying on…Empty. No erotic friction between Joe and Andy anywhere near or on it.
I fucking hate dreams…
“You seemed to be enjoying whatever you were happily dreaming about,” I glanced over at Patrick, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
“What?” I asked stupidly, sleep seems to make me very dumb when I first come out of it.
He gave me a smile before pointing slowly to my crotch. I followed his finger.
Again, my eyes grew fairly wide, “Fucker…” I growled, proceeding to sit up.
I heard the bastard laugh at me before feeling his hand wind around the back of my neck, pulling me lightly towards him until our foreheads met.
“I can think one really good way to get rid of that…” He purred.
“Is that so?” I smirked.
He pulled away slightly and nodded, “It only takes two things…” He took my hand and lifted it so we both had it in sight, “It only takes one of these, and…” He trailed off, I could tell he was holding back laughter, “And one of those,” He pointed to the bathroom.
I glared at him, snatching my hand out of his grasp, “Asshole,” I mumbled, moving slowly off the edge of the bed and towards the bathroom.
I could still here that little chuckle of his as I entered the blinding white of the bathroom.
---
“I ate too much,” I whined as I clutched my stomach and fell face first onto the bed Patrick and I would be sharing later on.
“You always over do it Panda. Your eyes are far bigger than your stomach,” Patrick said.
I felt the weight of the bed shift as he sat down, “Shuht hup,” I said into the blanket that my face was buried into.
“Yeah, I’m pretty full too,” I heard Andy say, the quite moan of the bed told me that he had sat down.
I lifted myself up on my elbows and turned slightly to give him a look, “You had a fuckin’ salad dude, how is that filling?”
He shrugged, bending over to untie his shoes. My eyes then found Joe, on the other side of the bed he’d be sharing with his…man-crush? He was unbuttoning the black shirt he had worn to the dining area of the hotel. Joe was weird in that way, he’d make sure he looked nice even for the simplest thing like going to Burger King. It was amusing.
What wasn’t amusing though was the fact that he had hardly spoken three words to any of us the entire night. I never really felt good when Joe was in his quiet think modes…It meant he was in a serious state of being…And serious just didn’t fit Joe. Whatever was on his mind, had to come off before I went crazy.
I sat up, a long throaty groan escaping me. For once I wished I hadn’t worn tight pants.
“I needa get out of these bitches,” I grumbled, standing up slowly and heading (hunched) towards my bag with spare clothing.
My attention was turned towards the door as we all heard a short series of knocks, then the small beep the door made when the card was slipped into the slot. We watched as the door cracked and Corey, our most resent bookie, stepped in, closing the door behind him.
He was a much better person to tolerate then Bitch 2.0…And far easier on the eyes. He was a fairly small guy, a similar body structure to my own. The ear-length shaggy brown hair on his head went nicely with his bright green eyes. He was a little older than me, twenty eight if I recall correctly.
He greeted us with his usual, “’Sup guys, I come bearing news,” in which he’d flash us his clip board that he was hardly ever without.
I couldn’t help but smile every time he was around. He was that type of guy that had that cute sense of innocence, like a virgin, only he was no virgin, at least that’s what my cousin says…
“What news brings you to our humble room this evening?” I asked in a cheesy Old English accent.
He laughed, scanning over his papers, “Well, tomorrow you knew you were to appear at Best Buy right?” He looked up at me, I nodded, “Okay, well that’s moved to Monday, so you have three days of relaxation in this place,” He fished with a small smile, he probably knew by now that we loved any days off we got. Not that we didn’t LOVE going to see the kids that make this all possible, but we’re human too, and we need some breaks now and then…Except Joe, he’s a robot.
Speaking of Joe…As Corey proceeded to tell us of next week, flipping through papers as he went, Joe had his eye on him the entire time. It was slightly weird, for Corey probably, who kept giving small glances towards the non-blinking Joe, but kept the majority of his green eye sight on me. Jesus! It was taking all I had in me at the moment not to burst out laughing. Corey had the most nervous face as he looked from Joe to me, and occasionally to Patrick or Andy.
“And Friday you’ll….What?”
He looked at me oddly, noting the face I wore…Scrunched and turning a slight shade of red as I held it all back. I shook my head and shrugged, a small smile cracking.
Joe so liked this guy and it was so obvious! The way he was staring so intent at him, and the way Corey tried to avoid it made me think that something was up.
“Okay…” He said, eyes trailing slowly back to his paper as he finished up with Friday’s schedule.
“Alright then, I guess that’s it,” He said, going through the pile of clipped papers once more before turning towards the door, “Night guys, try not to make a habit of a 3 AM bed time please,” He smiled.
What a cutie, “Yes mother,” I teased, a grin played on my face.
“That’s right, I am your mother for the time being. So, stay in your room and no fooling around in the hall ways,” He gave me a pointed look, “That mean’s you as well Pete. No free style skating, rough housing, playing, yelling, water sliding, or any other things that will get us thrown out.”
We couldn’t all help but laugh, except Joe, who only smiled and averted his eyes. This Corey dude fit right in, and seeing as I had the power over who came and went, I’d make sure he was around for a while…Especially if Joe had his eye on him. I made an unconscious devil like smile to myself as I thought of the many ways I could hook them up.
He soon left, leaving us in a slight silence. I returned to my first intent…A pair of boxers from my bag.
“Couldn’t have made that anymore obvious, Joe.”
I glanced over my shoulder to Andy.
“What?” Joe looked shocked.
“The only thing missing was drool seeping down the corner of your mouth,” Andy mumbled, standing and moving towards me.
He unzipped his bag, which was next to mine, and dug around in it, not giving anyone a glance. Did I just hear a tinge of…jealousy? I stared at him blankly, him not giving me anything in return as he retrieved his tooth brush and left the three of us in dumb silence as he walked contently towards the bathroom.
……
What the fuck just happened?