Ordinary Moments Ch. 6
Title Ordinary Moments Ch. 6
Rating I'm gonna say R to NC-17
Author Katie..who would be me
Disclaimer Just No.
Summary Funny how the extraordinary things happen in the most ordinary moments.
Notes I am SO SO SO sorry for taking so long. I have had a terrible block. More notes at the end of the chapter.
Previous Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five
Chapter Six
It was an ordinary day on Warped Tour when Patrick found out about Pete and Gerard. When he found them making out in Pete’s bunk, hands down pants and no shirts, he told himself he didn’t care. He had given up his right to care. His right to be jealous.
Pete had the decency to look embarrassed.
After Patrick had blushed and stammered out an apology for interrupting, he shuffled away to the back of the bus. He heard Gerard leave the bus a few minutes later and saw Pete approach sheepishly.
“Sorry about that” he started.
Patrick looked away, concentrating on his guitar.
“Don’t be. It’s cool. Sorry for interrupting.”
“I should have told you.”
“Why? You don’t owe me anything.”
Pete’s face turned from apologetic to cold and stony. He turned his back on Patrick and walked away. Patrick heard the word “whatever” before the door of the bus slammed.
Pete didn’t come back to the bus for three days. Patrick only saw him when it was sound check, performances or meeting the press.
A week later in Hartford, they sat down and watched a movie, pretending like nothing had happened. Until Gerard called and Pete left half way during the movie.
Patrick didn’t see Pete much for the rest of the summer. When he did though, Pete was the happiest Patrick had ever seen him. His smile reached his eyes. Patrick spent much of the summer in the back of the bus with his guitar and GarageBand. He wrote enough music for a whole album in the back of the bus.
When he did venture out, he got into the habit of finding comfort with Frank Iero; it seemed he was missing Gerard as much as Patrick missed Pete.
Most nights though, Patrick slept alone. He’d even gotten used to it again. As the days blended together in a blur of shows, long nights on the road, broken air conditioners and being woken up by Gerard’s moans coming from Pete’s bunk, Patrick began to appreciate the predictability of it all. July faded into August and they were on the home stretch.
Sam came out to visit Patrick and see a few shows. When Pete saw her on the bus, he left and stayed with MCR. He returned to the bus when she went home and casually asked Patrick if they were back together. Patrick just smiled and said no, there was someone else. He wouldn’t say who. It came out one awkward morning at the breakfast table when, on the Fall Out Boy tour bus, Gerard and Frank bumped into each other eating lucky charms in their underwear.
As August died in a blaze of sunshine and endless nights, Pete’s summer romance died too. They returned home to Chicago to recharge for a few weeks, and Gerard returned to Jersey. Pete showed up on Patrick’s doorstep with popcorn and a DVD.
It was on an ordinary DVD night that Patrick realised that Pete always came back to him.
***
It was an ordinary day in studio when Pete showed Patrick the lyrics. They were preparing to record the new album. Pete brought some pages torn from a notebook to Patrick and asked if they could be made into something.
Patrick looked at the words for an hour before he digested them. When he realised what they were, it took him another hour to be able to think straight. Pete seemed to understand because he sat in silence the whole time.
It took another hour for Patrick to find the words to talk to Pete about it.
“They’re perfect as they are.”
Pete looked like he might cry.
“I get it.”
And he did. Patrick finally got it. And then Pete was clinging to him and then they were crying and then Patrick was kissing Pete and he was reminded of the day in his bedroom. Only this time he had no intention of letting Pete go. If Pete would still have him.
And then Pete was running his hands down Patrick’s arms and resting on his waist, pulling them closer. And then Patrick’s mind went blank after deciding he would worry about everything later.
And then Patrick was pressed against a wall in the studio and Pete’s hands were down his pants. He went from zero to hard in less than half a second. God why hadn’t he and Pete gone this far before.
The feeling of Pete’s hand there was too much. Patrick could hear himself moaning and then Pete’s teeth were tugging at his lower lip and their tongues were clashing, fighting for dominance.
Pete was stroking him
“Oh my fucking god.” Was that really him talking? He didn’t sound like that surely? So turned on.
He felt Pete grin against his neck before biting down. Hard. Then mumbled
“Pete will do”
And then Patrick was coming. Harder than he ever had in his life and Pete had barely done a thing. Pete continued biting his neck and Patrick could feel the wet heat on his stomach.
And then Pete was on the ground and Patrick was ripping at his shirt and pulling down his jeans and wait, when did that happen?
He stopped worrying about the how’s and why’s when he caught sight of Pete’s hip bones. He kissed his way down Pete’s chest before tracing Every. Single. Line. of the Bartskull tattoo, fulfilling a fantasy in the process.
And then his mouth was around Pete and oh god he could die happy. Pete was making noises Patrick had never heard and grabbing at his hair and Patrick didn’t care if he pulled it out as long as Pete kept doing what he was doing.
He was taking Pete as deeply as he could before tonguing his slit and then he was swallowing as Pete exploded in his mouth with screams of “Fuck! Patrick, fuck fuck fuck”
Patrick continued swallowing until he was sure Pete had nothing left.
Patrick crawled back up Pete, nipping at random spots on his body. They lay together completely spent. Before Pete rolled over and gazed down on Patrick. And then Pete was laughing. No, giggling. And grinning like an idiot.
He traced his fingers along Patrick’s neck.
“It’s a good thing you like wearing polo necks.”
It was an in an ordinary studio session when Patrick’s wish came true. He’d finally gotten Pete Wentz.
***
Sorry again for the delay folks! Thanks for your patience. I hope this doesn’t disappoint.
I purposely didn’t make the sex scene too graphic. I was going for a mixture of narrative and thoughts and I doubt I pulled it off because I suck at writing sex scenes but there you have it.
The song I had in mind was “Dark Alley” as we all know what it’s about. I didn’t want to go too deeply though because well even though it’s fiction, there are some things I just don’t feel comfortable messing with and one of them is that song.
Let me know what you think!
Rating I'm gonna say R to NC-17
Author Katie..who would be me
Disclaimer Just No.
Summary Funny how the extraordinary things happen in the most ordinary moments.
Notes I am SO SO SO sorry for taking so long. I have had a terrible block. More notes at the end of the chapter.
Previous Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five
Chapter Six
It was an ordinary day on Warped Tour when Patrick found out about Pete and Gerard. When he found them making out in Pete’s bunk, hands down pants and no shirts, he told himself he didn’t care. He had given up his right to care. His right to be jealous.
Pete had the decency to look embarrassed.
After Patrick had blushed and stammered out an apology for interrupting, he shuffled away to the back of the bus. He heard Gerard leave the bus a few minutes later and saw Pete approach sheepishly.
“Sorry about that” he started.
Patrick looked away, concentrating on his guitar.
“Don’t be. It’s cool. Sorry for interrupting.”
“I should have told you.”
“Why? You don’t owe me anything.”
Pete’s face turned from apologetic to cold and stony. He turned his back on Patrick and walked away. Patrick heard the word “whatever” before the door of the bus slammed.
Pete didn’t come back to the bus for three days. Patrick only saw him when it was sound check, performances or meeting the press.
A week later in Hartford, they sat down and watched a movie, pretending like nothing had happened. Until Gerard called and Pete left half way during the movie.
Patrick didn’t see Pete much for the rest of the summer. When he did though, Pete was the happiest Patrick had ever seen him. His smile reached his eyes. Patrick spent much of the summer in the back of the bus with his guitar and GarageBand. He wrote enough music for a whole album in the back of the bus.
When he did venture out, he got into the habit of finding comfort with Frank Iero; it seemed he was missing Gerard as much as Patrick missed Pete.
Most nights though, Patrick slept alone. He’d even gotten used to it again. As the days blended together in a blur of shows, long nights on the road, broken air conditioners and being woken up by Gerard’s moans coming from Pete’s bunk, Patrick began to appreciate the predictability of it all. July faded into August and they were on the home stretch.
Sam came out to visit Patrick and see a few shows. When Pete saw her on the bus, he left and stayed with MCR. He returned to the bus when she went home and casually asked Patrick if they were back together. Patrick just smiled and said no, there was someone else. He wouldn’t say who. It came out one awkward morning at the breakfast table when, on the Fall Out Boy tour bus, Gerard and Frank bumped into each other eating lucky charms in their underwear.
As August died in a blaze of sunshine and endless nights, Pete’s summer romance died too. They returned home to Chicago to recharge for a few weeks, and Gerard returned to Jersey. Pete showed up on Patrick’s doorstep with popcorn and a DVD.
It was on an ordinary DVD night that Patrick realised that Pete always came back to him.
***
It was an ordinary day in studio when Pete showed Patrick the lyrics. They were preparing to record the new album. Pete brought some pages torn from a notebook to Patrick and asked if they could be made into something.
Patrick looked at the words for an hour before he digested them. When he realised what they were, it took him another hour to be able to think straight. Pete seemed to understand because he sat in silence the whole time.
It took another hour for Patrick to find the words to talk to Pete about it.
“They’re perfect as they are.”
Pete looked like he might cry.
“I get it.”
And he did. Patrick finally got it. And then Pete was clinging to him and then they were crying and then Patrick was kissing Pete and he was reminded of the day in his bedroom. Only this time he had no intention of letting Pete go. If Pete would still have him.
And then Pete was running his hands down Patrick’s arms and resting on his waist, pulling them closer. And then Patrick’s mind went blank after deciding he would worry about everything later.
And then Patrick was pressed against a wall in the studio and Pete’s hands were down his pants. He went from zero to hard in less than half a second. God why hadn’t he and Pete gone this far before.
The feeling of Pete’s hand there was too much. Patrick could hear himself moaning and then Pete’s teeth were tugging at his lower lip and their tongues were clashing, fighting for dominance.
Pete was stroking him
“Oh my fucking god.” Was that really him talking? He didn’t sound like that surely? So turned on.
He felt Pete grin against his neck before biting down. Hard. Then mumbled
“Pete will do”
And then Patrick was coming. Harder than he ever had in his life and Pete had barely done a thing. Pete continued biting his neck and Patrick could feel the wet heat on his stomach.
And then Pete was on the ground and Patrick was ripping at his shirt and pulling down his jeans and wait, when did that happen?
He stopped worrying about the how’s and why’s when he caught sight of Pete’s hip bones. He kissed his way down Pete’s chest before tracing Every. Single. Line. of the Bartskull tattoo, fulfilling a fantasy in the process.
And then his mouth was around Pete and oh god he could die happy. Pete was making noises Patrick had never heard and grabbing at his hair and Patrick didn’t care if he pulled it out as long as Pete kept doing what he was doing.
He was taking Pete as deeply as he could before tonguing his slit and then he was swallowing as Pete exploded in his mouth with screams of “Fuck! Patrick, fuck fuck fuck”
Patrick continued swallowing until he was sure Pete had nothing left.
Patrick crawled back up Pete, nipping at random spots on his body. They lay together completely spent. Before Pete rolled over and gazed down on Patrick. And then Pete was laughing. No, giggling. And grinning like an idiot.
He traced his fingers along Patrick’s neck.
“It’s a good thing you like wearing polo necks.”
It was an in an ordinary studio session when Patrick’s wish came true. He’d finally gotten Pete Wentz.
***
Sorry again for the delay folks! Thanks for your patience. I hope this doesn’t disappoint.
I purposely didn’t make the sex scene too graphic. I was going for a mixture of narrative and thoughts and I doubt I pulled it off because I suck at writing sex scenes but there you have it.
The song I had in mind was “Dark Alley” as we all know what it’s about. I didn’t want to go too deeply though because well even though it’s fiction, there are some things I just don’t feel comfortable messing with and one of them is that song.
Let me know what you think!