Fic - Ordinary Moments Ch. 3
So here's Chapter 3...
Title Ordinary Moments (3/?)
Author me, Katie.
Rating Pg-13 (haha it's really lame)
Disclaimer NOT. Real.
Summary Its in the ordinary moments that the extraordinary things happen.
Notes Seriously, you guys all totally pwn. I can't believe the response I have been getting. This chapter is dedicated to each and every one of you. I started this because I had run out of Peterick stuff to read. Now I'm keeping it going for all of you. Thanks for all the reviews and kind words.
Previous Chapters: One
Two
It was just an ordinary high school party, but it was a gig. And there were people. And they would be listening to him. And he thought he was going to be sick. And right now he really needed some of Pete’s ‘fuck that’ attitude. But Pete was no where around. Sam had shown up to cheer on Patrick and suddenly Pete had disappeared.
Then it was time to go and there Pete was, bass in hand and weird facial expression.
Sam stayed front row and smiled all during their first song. Pete took a different approach to get Patrick’s attention during the set. Every chance he got, he would lean over, and whisper encouragement in his ear, or kiss his neck. The first time he did this, Patrick lost the note briefly before finishing the song and whispering “I’ll get you for that you fucker.”
Pete laughed “Do your worst.”
The rest of the set was a series of ‘accidental’ knocks, brushes grazes and even kisses. They sucked, but when they finished up, Patrick could not stop smiling. He and Pete were laughing so hard, they nearly walked right past Sam. They would have if she hadn’t run up and wrapped her arms around Patrick’s neck and kissed him.
When Patrick pulled away, wrapping his arms around her waist and turning back to Pete, Pete was gone.
Sam pointed him out later laughing about Pete being such a “man-whore” as they saw him press some scene kid against a wall and slip his hands under the guy’s too-tight shirt. Something twisted inside Patrick’s stomach before he forced a laugh and grabbed her hand, leading her outside and following Pete’s example.
They were still outside, hidden by the shadows and panting heavily, when they were interrupted. Pete came stumbling out on the arm of the boy they had seen in the kitchen.
“Patrick, you ready to leave man?”
“Yeah I guess so.” He turned back to Sam and kissed her lightly on the cheek
“I’ll call you tomorrow okay? And thanks for coming tonight.”
She smiled sadly.
“You could have stayed at mine you know.”
Patrick began to stutter out an excuse but she cut him off.
“It’s okay, we’ll talk tomorrow.”
He smiled and turned back to Pete who grabbed Patrick and launched into a long winded rant about how the gig had gone; the rest of the world already invisible to him.
They snuck in through the basement window in the Wentz household, before tip toeing up the stairs to Pete’s room. Patrick had been quiet on the way home, but Pete didn’t notice, or if he did, never said anything. Without any preamble Pete pulled off his jeans and shit, and pulled Patrick down onto his bed.
“Pete, there are two beds.”
“Yeah but I sleep better with you.”
Patrick’s heart broke a little in that moment. Pete had just said the most amazing thing to him, and he would never know.
“Hey” Pete met Patrick’s eyes “why so serious?”
“It’s nothing. I’m just tired.”
Before Patrick knew what was happening, Pete had flipped him onto his back and was removing his jeans. He looked at Pete in a surprised panic before Pete grinned at him.
“Can’t sleep in your jeans,” Pete grinned “but don’t worry, I won’t take advantage of you – unless you like that kind of thing.”
Patrick laughed and kicked at him.
“Pervert.”
Pete let out a bark of a laugh before crawling back up Patrick, nipping at his shoulder and pecking his lips.
They stared at each other for a moment before Patrick leaned up and pressed their lips together once more. Pete’s legs tightened around Patrick and his tongue slipped between his lips. Just briefly, and just barely. Patrick was the one to pull away first.
Pete was about to say something when Patrick kissed him again, this time deeper. They moaned into each others mouths as hands began to wander and explore. Hips ground together just slightly before Pete broke the kiss, immediately moving his lips to Patrick’s neck.
Patrick felt warm hands on his waist and pushing up under his shirt as Pete bit down on his neck.
“Oh god, Pete…”
All movement stopped.
A pair of warm hazel eyes met baby blues in confusion, lust and was that fear?
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have, I mean we shouldn’t, its not, its-”
Patrick stopped him mid rant.
“It’s okay. It’s just post show high right?”
Pete looked both relieved and disappointed. At least Patrick thought that looked like disappointment.
“Right.”
A weight lifted from Patrick’s middle and Pete rested his head on Patrick’s shoulder.
“Night Patrick”
“Night Pete”
Neither of them slept.
It was just the night of an ordinary party when Patrick really kissed Pete.
***
It was just an ordinary Fourth of July. All the family got together and Sam came to the barbeque to meet his parents. The men stood around having a few cold ones while Sam and his mother talked and made a salad to go with the steaks. Patrick was bored beyond what he ever thought was possible.
He was just walking around the yard wishing he was anywhere else when a pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him to the side of the house – and a body pressed him against the wall. A body he recognised more than he should.
“Pete what the fuck?”
“Come on man lets get out of here.”
“What?”
“Let’s go for a drive or something. Come on I can tell you want to.”
“No. I mean yeah, but no. I can’t.”
“It’s just your family; they won’t even care in a few more drinks.”
“Yeah but Sam might.”
Pete’s face fell.
“Oh, Sam’s here?”
Patrick had the decency to look awkward.
“Yeah. My mom was annoying me about meeting her.”
“Oh.” Then “You guys are pretty serious huh?”
“I thought we agreed-”
“We did but-”
“But what?”
“Nothing. Forget I asked and forget I came by. Go back to your girlfriend and have the all American Fourth of July”
And then Pete was gone.
It was an ordinary Fourth of July when Patrick felt Pete’s anger for the first time.
***
It was just an ordinary August evening. The sky was burning red and suburbia was picture perfect. Patrick was sitting on his back porch with his acoustic, trying to work out a new chord progression. Pete hadn’t been around much lately but he would occasionally show up with some lyrics and leave an hour later giving Patrick full artistic licence. They had a gig coming up in about a week and they hadn’t had a serious practice since the middle of July.
He was interrupted by Joe coming and sitting beside him.
“Hey.”
“Hey man what’s up?”
“Nothing much just wondering when you and Pete are gonna get over yourselves so we can practice.”
“What? Pete and I are fine.”
“Sure man. That’s why the only time you hang out these days is when there are other people around.”
“That’s not true.”
Even to Patrick it sounded like a lame defence but really was he meant to tell Joe about Pete’s random late night visits to Patrick’s bed? Patrick didn’t even know what they meant anymore.
Pete would come crawling through the window after 2 in the morning, smelling of aftershave or perfume, depending on his preferences that week. He would crawl under the covers and wrap arms around Patrick, sometimes kissing him before falling asleep. He would always be gone when Patrick woke up.
“Whatever man. Just sort it. This band could actually be something if you both get your shit together.”
“We’re cool man.”
“Okay so if you call him he’ll come to practice tomorrow?”
“Eh I guess if he doesn’t have plans with one of his playmates.”
“He used to make plans with you.”
And with that Joe was gone.
It was an ordinary August evening when Patrick realised how badly he and Pete had fucked up.
***
So there's chapter three. As promised its longer than two, but whether thats a good thing, or its shit is up to you lot to decide! Hope you enjoyed. Any help or plot bunnies or anything at all you want to share is welcome :D
Title Ordinary Moments (3/?)
Author me, Katie.
Rating Pg-13 (haha it's really lame)
Disclaimer NOT. Real.
Summary Its in the ordinary moments that the extraordinary things happen.
Notes Seriously, you guys all totally pwn. I can't believe the response I have been getting. This chapter is dedicated to each and every one of you. I started this because I had run out of Peterick stuff to read. Now I'm keeping it going for all of you. Thanks for all the reviews and kind words.
Previous Chapters: One
Two
It was just an ordinary high school party, but it was a gig. And there were people. And they would be listening to him. And he thought he was going to be sick. And right now he really needed some of Pete’s ‘fuck that’ attitude. But Pete was no where around. Sam had shown up to cheer on Patrick and suddenly Pete had disappeared.
Then it was time to go and there Pete was, bass in hand and weird facial expression.
Sam stayed front row and smiled all during their first song. Pete took a different approach to get Patrick’s attention during the set. Every chance he got, he would lean over, and whisper encouragement in his ear, or kiss his neck. The first time he did this, Patrick lost the note briefly before finishing the song and whispering “I’ll get you for that you fucker.”
Pete laughed “Do your worst.”
The rest of the set was a series of ‘accidental’ knocks, brushes grazes and even kisses. They sucked, but when they finished up, Patrick could not stop smiling. He and Pete were laughing so hard, they nearly walked right past Sam. They would have if she hadn’t run up and wrapped her arms around Patrick’s neck and kissed him.
When Patrick pulled away, wrapping his arms around her waist and turning back to Pete, Pete was gone.
Sam pointed him out later laughing about Pete being such a “man-whore” as they saw him press some scene kid against a wall and slip his hands under the guy’s too-tight shirt. Something twisted inside Patrick’s stomach before he forced a laugh and grabbed her hand, leading her outside and following Pete’s example.
They were still outside, hidden by the shadows and panting heavily, when they were interrupted. Pete came stumbling out on the arm of the boy they had seen in the kitchen.
“Patrick, you ready to leave man?”
“Yeah I guess so.” He turned back to Sam and kissed her lightly on the cheek
“I’ll call you tomorrow okay? And thanks for coming tonight.”
She smiled sadly.
“You could have stayed at mine you know.”
Patrick began to stutter out an excuse but she cut him off.
“It’s okay, we’ll talk tomorrow.”
He smiled and turned back to Pete who grabbed Patrick and launched into a long winded rant about how the gig had gone; the rest of the world already invisible to him.
They snuck in through the basement window in the Wentz household, before tip toeing up the stairs to Pete’s room. Patrick had been quiet on the way home, but Pete didn’t notice, or if he did, never said anything. Without any preamble Pete pulled off his jeans and shit, and pulled Patrick down onto his bed.
“Pete, there are two beds.”
“Yeah but I sleep better with you.”
Patrick’s heart broke a little in that moment. Pete had just said the most amazing thing to him, and he would never know.
“Hey” Pete met Patrick’s eyes “why so serious?”
“It’s nothing. I’m just tired.”
Before Patrick knew what was happening, Pete had flipped him onto his back and was removing his jeans. He looked at Pete in a surprised panic before Pete grinned at him.
“Can’t sleep in your jeans,” Pete grinned “but don’t worry, I won’t take advantage of you – unless you like that kind of thing.”
Patrick laughed and kicked at him.
“Pervert.”
Pete let out a bark of a laugh before crawling back up Patrick, nipping at his shoulder and pecking his lips.
They stared at each other for a moment before Patrick leaned up and pressed their lips together once more. Pete’s legs tightened around Patrick and his tongue slipped between his lips. Just briefly, and just barely. Patrick was the one to pull away first.
Pete was about to say something when Patrick kissed him again, this time deeper. They moaned into each others mouths as hands began to wander and explore. Hips ground together just slightly before Pete broke the kiss, immediately moving his lips to Patrick’s neck.
Patrick felt warm hands on his waist and pushing up under his shirt as Pete bit down on his neck.
“Oh god, Pete…”
All movement stopped.
A pair of warm hazel eyes met baby blues in confusion, lust and was that fear?
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have, I mean we shouldn’t, its not, its-”
Patrick stopped him mid rant.
“It’s okay. It’s just post show high right?”
Pete looked both relieved and disappointed. At least Patrick thought that looked like disappointment.
“Right.”
A weight lifted from Patrick’s middle and Pete rested his head on Patrick’s shoulder.
“Night Patrick”
“Night Pete”
Neither of them slept.
It was just the night of an ordinary party when Patrick really kissed Pete.
***
It was just an ordinary Fourth of July. All the family got together and Sam came to the barbeque to meet his parents. The men stood around having a few cold ones while Sam and his mother talked and made a salad to go with the steaks. Patrick was bored beyond what he ever thought was possible.
He was just walking around the yard wishing he was anywhere else when a pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him to the side of the house – and a body pressed him against the wall. A body he recognised more than he should.
“Pete what the fuck?”
“Come on man lets get out of here.”
“What?”
“Let’s go for a drive or something. Come on I can tell you want to.”
“No. I mean yeah, but no. I can’t.”
“It’s just your family; they won’t even care in a few more drinks.”
“Yeah but Sam might.”
Pete’s face fell.
“Oh, Sam’s here?”
Patrick had the decency to look awkward.
“Yeah. My mom was annoying me about meeting her.”
“Oh.” Then “You guys are pretty serious huh?”
“I thought we agreed-”
“We did but-”
“But what?”
“Nothing. Forget I asked and forget I came by. Go back to your girlfriend and have the all American Fourth of July”
And then Pete was gone.
It was an ordinary Fourth of July when Patrick felt Pete’s anger for the first time.
***
It was just an ordinary August evening. The sky was burning red and suburbia was picture perfect. Patrick was sitting on his back porch with his acoustic, trying to work out a new chord progression. Pete hadn’t been around much lately but he would occasionally show up with some lyrics and leave an hour later giving Patrick full artistic licence. They had a gig coming up in about a week and they hadn’t had a serious practice since the middle of July.
He was interrupted by Joe coming and sitting beside him.
“Hey.”
“Hey man what’s up?”
“Nothing much just wondering when you and Pete are gonna get over yourselves so we can practice.”
“What? Pete and I are fine.”
“Sure man. That’s why the only time you hang out these days is when there are other people around.”
“That’s not true.”
Even to Patrick it sounded like a lame defence but really was he meant to tell Joe about Pete’s random late night visits to Patrick’s bed? Patrick didn’t even know what they meant anymore.
Pete would come crawling through the window after 2 in the morning, smelling of aftershave or perfume, depending on his preferences that week. He would crawl under the covers and wrap arms around Patrick, sometimes kissing him before falling asleep. He would always be gone when Patrick woke up.
“Whatever man. Just sort it. This band could actually be something if you both get your shit together.”
“We’re cool man.”
“Okay so if you call him he’ll come to practice tomorrow?”
“Eh I guess if he doesn’t have plans with one of his playmates.”
“He used to make plans with you.”
And with that Joe was gone.
It was an ordinary August evening when Patrick realised how badly he and Pete had fucked up.
***
So there's chapter three. As promised its longer than two, but whether thats a good thing, or its shit is up to you lot to decide! Hope you enjoyed. Any help or plot bunnies or anything at all you want to share is welcome :D