The Friction In Your Jeans
Hi, um...this is my first time posting here. I have a tendency to lurk, but I'm getting over it. This is also the first time I've written and shared a FOB fic, so I'm hoping it's well accepted. ^.^
Title: The Friction In Your Jeans
Author: moi (
x_gh0st_x)Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Patrick/Pete
A/N: This is for my amazingly wonderful friend
i_walk_the_line for not giving up on me while I continually complained about how I didn't think I'd ever be able to write a good Fall Out Boy fic. And also for making me not hate FOB in the first place. (Basically without her this never would have been written.)Summary: Pete shows Patrick the new lyrics he's come up with for a song (you might know it, lol) called "Sugar We're Going Down"
The Friction In Your Jeans
Patrick gave Pete a dubious look and handed him the paper back.
"Well?" Pete asked, bouncing and making his bed shake.
"They're good..."
Pete furrowed his brow. He could tell there was a 'but' coming. "But?"
"Come on Pete, 'wishing to be the friction in your jeans?' It doesn't really sound like you're talking about a girl," Patrick said, growing quieter with each word. He knew he shouldn't have been embarrassed, but he really couldn't help it.
Pete grinned. "I'm not." He paused and stared at his fingernails for a moment before returning his eyes to Patrick. "Sugar."
Patrick smiled nervously. There was no way Pete meant what Patrick thought he was implying. Just because it wasn't about a girl didn't mean it was about him. He only wanted it to be about him. But he wasn't about to tell Pete that. "Ah," was all he could make himself say.
"You're adorable when you're pretending to be clueless," Pete said, sliding along the bed so he would be closer to Patrick.
"What are you talking about?" Patrick demanded, knowing he sounded unconvincing, knowing that Pete knew, and also knowing that Pete was much too close for comfort.
Pete looked at Patrick innocently, or as innocently as he could look at Patrick considering his face was mere inches away from the singer's. "Me? I'm talking about you knowing what I wrote about." He poked Patrick in the chest to apparently get his point across.
"I do?" Patrick asked, knowing he knew, knowing Pete knew, but not wanting to admit that he knew. Because really, even though Pete knew, it wasn't like it was about him. Pete wouldn't want him. "I don't think I do."
"Well I think you do, and that's what really matters, isn't it?" Pete smiled. He was well aware of how uncomfortable Patrick was and found it absolutely adorable. In all honesty he was nervous and slightly afraid, but knowing he had Patrick right where he wanted him was well worth it.
Patrick pushed himself away from Pete, not quite being able to handle being so close that he could feel Pete's breath on his face. After two good scoots backwards he found himself pushed up against the wall and cursed himself for not just getting up.
Pete grinned like a cat and crawled on top of Patrick's lap, knees on either side of his thighs. "You know, I think I'd rather enjoy being the friction in your jeans," he drawled out, running his fingers across Patrick's jaw.
"What are you doing Pete?" Patrick asked, voice cracking unpleasantly.
"Telling you that I love you," Pete said nonchalantly.
Patrick opened his mouth to say something, but he forgot what the words were when Pete's comment sunk in. He forgot the words, he forgot what air was for, and he definitely forgot what anything else felt like aside from Pete's fingers against his face.
"Trick?"
Patrick blinked slowly, thinking that it had to be a dream, or that he had to have heard Pete wrong. There was no way that Pete had just told him that he loved him. No way at all.
Pete dropped his hand to his side and stared at Patrick worriedly. Maybe he was wrong, maybe Patrick didn't want him. Maybe he was being presumptuous. But how could he be wrong? How could Patrick not want him? He was Pete fucking Wentz! "Say something Trick..."
Patrick took a deep breath and shook his head. "I think I must have heard you wrong or something..."
Pete smiled. He was right. Of course he was right. How could he have ever doubted himself in the first place? "No. You heard me right. I love you." He leaned forward and pulled Patrick's hat off so he could kiss him without being attacked by it. Their lips met and Pete sucked in his breath. Slowly, oh so slowly the kiss deepened and before they knew it their tongues were straining against each other, dancing in a battle for dominance. Pete wrapped his fingers into Patrick's hair and tugged gently, letting him know that he was in charge and there was nothing that would change that.
Patrick was fine with Pete being in charge. After all, Pete already controlled him, whether Pete knew it or not. Even though Patrick really did know that Pete knew. "I love you," Patrick whispered breathlessly when Pete stopped kissing him.
"I know," Pete grinned and kissed Patrick again.
-fin-
Patrick gave Pete a dubious look and handed him the paper back.
"Well?" Pete asked, bouncing and making his bed shake.
"They're good..."
Pete furrowed his brow. He could tell there was a 'but' coming. "But?"
"Come on Pete, 'wishing to be the friction in your jeans?' It doesn't really sound like you're talking about a girl," Patrick said, growing quieter with each word. He knew he shouldn't have been embarrassed, but he really couldn't help it.
Pete grinned. "I'm not." He paused and stared at his fingernails for a moment before returning his eyes to Patrick. "Sugar."
Patrick smiled nervously. There was no way Pete meant what Patrick thought he was implying. Just because it wasn't about a girl didn't mean it was about him. He only wanted it to be about him. But he wasn't about to tell Pete that. "Ah," was all he could make himself say.
"You're adorable when you're pretending to be clueless," Pete said, sliding along the bed so he would be closer to Patrick.
"What are you talking about?" Patrick demanded, knowing he sounded unconvincing, knowing that Pete knew, and also knowing that Pete was much too close for comfort.
Pete looked at Patrick innocently, or as innocently as he could look at Patrick considering his face was mere inches away from the singer's. "Me? I'm talking about you knowing what I wrote about." He poked Patrick in the chest to apparently get his point across.
"I do?" Patrick asked, knowing he knew, knowing Pete knew, but not wanting to admit that he knew. Because really, even though Pete knew, it wasn't like it was about him. Pete wouldn't want him. "I don't think I do."
"Well I think you do, and that's what really matters, isn't it?" Pete smiled. He was well aware of how uncomfortable Patrick was and found it absolutely adorable. In all honesty he was nervous and slightly afraid, but knowing he had Patrick right where he wanted him was well worth it.
Patrick pushed himself away from Pete, not quite being able to handle being so close that he could feel Pete's breath on his face. After two good scoots backwards he found himself pushed up against the wall and cursed himself for not just getting up.
Pete grinned like a cat and crawled on top of Patrick's lap, knees on either side of his thighs. "You know, I think I'd rather enjoy being the friction in your jeans," he drawled out, running his fingers across Patrick's jaw.
"What are you doing Pete?" Patrick asked, voice cracking unpleasantly.
"Telling you that I love you," Pete said nonchalantly.
Patrick opened his mouth to say something, but he forgot what the words were when Pete's comment sunk in. He forgot the words, he forgot what air was for, and he definitely forgot what anything else felt like aside from Pete's fingers against his face.
"Trick?"
Patrick blinked slowly, thinking that it had to be a dream, or that he had to have heard Pete wrong. There was no way that Pete had just told him that he loved him. No way at all.
Pete dropped his hand to his side and stared at Patrick worriedly. Maybe he was wrong, maybe Patrick didn't want him. Maybe he was being presumptuous. But how could he be wrong? How could Patrick not want him? He was Pete fucking Wentz! "Say something Trick..."
Patrick took a deep breath and shook his head. "I think I must have heard you wrong or something..."
Pete smiled. He was right. Of course he was right. How could he have ever doubted himself in the first place? "No. You heard me right. I love you." He leaned forward and pulled Patrick's hat off so he could kiss him without being attacked by it. Their lips met and Pete sucked in his breath. Slowly, oh so slowly the kiss deepened and before they knew it their tongues were straining against each other, dancing in a battle for dominance. Pete wrapped his fingers into Patrick's hair and tugged gently, letting him know that he was in charge and there was nothing that would change that.
Patrick was fine with Pete being in charge. After all, Pete already controlled him, whether Pete knew it or not. Even though Patrick really did know that Pete knew. "I love you," Patrick whispered breathlessly when Pete stopped kissing him.
"I know," Pete grinned and kissed Patrick again.
-fin-