Dress You Up
Title: Dress You Up
Author: quirky_disaster
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. I tried to lock them up in my cellar, but they got away. This all comes from my warped mind...that I do own.
Dedication: A belated birthday gift for the beautiful
nolee. Thank you to my wonderful beta megyal who is awesome as always and to gamblore, who helped straighten things out when I lost my mind.
A/N:nolee read a comment I made, put it together with the song I was listening to at the time (Dress You Up by Madonna) and planted this seed in my head. So this is all her fault
x-posted to
midnight_party, patrickxpeter, peterickfics
It was April 27th and Pete was nervous. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the ideas Patrick came up with; it was just that he never knew what to expect. Of course he got Patrick a gift, a NICE gift, for his birthday. But part of the ritual they had for each other’s birthdays was that the birthday boy got to chose something that he really wanted for his birthday and the other couldn’t refuse. On his birthday, Pete tended to take Patrick to movies he really didn’t want to see or to after-parties that Patrick normally wouldn’t be caught dead at, but that wasn’t how Patrick played the game. He was apt to take his special day as a free-for-all, to show how a shy, sometimes-inarticulate (sometimes-loquacious) boy could be a real kinky little bastard.
Pete was not saying he hadn’t enjoyed last year, where he had spent a better part of the day handcuffed to a hotel room bed, having chocolate and whipped cream licked off his body. Of course not. But he never knew what was going to happen and to be honest, it scared him just a little bit. He felt he knew Patrick really well, but the little devil could really throw him for a loop. Complain as he might, the never knowing what he was in store for, the feeling of nervousness in the pit of his stomach, that was part of the appeal of Patrick. The beauty of truly knowing Patrick was sometimes not knowing him at all.
He was sitting calmly in his LA home when Patrick flew in, a whirlwind of excitement and bags from various stores throughout the area. Pete could not help but notice that many of them came from costume shops that he had heard of. Costume shops? What on earth did Patrick have in mind?
“Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look!” Patrick yelled playfully as he headed upstairs. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
“Costume shops, Patrick, really? What on earth are you up to?”
“Oh, you saw,” pouted Patrick. “You weren’t supposed to. Just give me a few minutes then come up to my room. OK?”
“You have a very evil look on your face, Patrick.”
“Then it must be your lucky day, Pete.” Patrick managed to look more evil and somehow more sweet and innocent at the same time. Pete knew he would agree to pretty much anything Patrick had in mind. It was a bumpy ride, but a fun one none the less.
Patrick hurried up the stairs and Pete busied himself tidying up and making sure Hemmingway had enough food and water for the night. After a reasonable amount of time, he headed upstairs to meet Patrick. He nervously opened the door to Patrick’s room. Patrick sat on the bed, wearing exactly what he had been wearing when he came in, shirt, jeans, sneakers, hat, and didn’t look like he had anything up his sleeve. Pete would have felt more at ease, except he knew that despite appearances, Patrick most definitely had something up his sleeve. A big thing.
“What’s up, ‘Trick?”
“What’s up? What’s up? It’s my birthday,” Patrick said, with a defiant look on his face. “That means anything goes…right?”
“Sure, but nothing much seems to be going on. I mean, you sitting on your bed really isn’t much at all. I know there must be more.”
“I want to have a costume party,” Patrick declared with an evil grin on his face.
“A costume party …you mean you and I are going to dress up in costumes?”
“No, we aren’t. But you are, “Patrick said with a wink. “I want to see you dress up in lots of nice costumes.”
Pete was relieved. For Patrick, this was nothing. So, ok, he would dress up as Jack from Pirates of the Caribbean, or some superhero, or even Han Solo and make Patrick’s fantasy come true. This wasn’t bad at all.
“Stump, you don’t even try anymore. Sure, let’s have your little costume party.”
Patrick brought out the first costume. Pete froze when he saw it: it was a French maid’s uniform. Patrick did not seriously want him to put that on, did he? He couldn’t possibly. Even Patrick had his limits.
“You want me to dress up …as a maid?” Pete said faintly.
“Yup.”
“Patrick--”
“April 27th, Pete! Grin and bear it.”
Pete went into the bathroom, struggled to put on the maid’s uniform and gazed in the mirror. The white lace on the sleeves and collar were an intense contrast against his dark skin. Patrick had surely put some thought into this. He thought he looked pretty good, for a guy dressed up as a maid, in such a short black skirt with a feather duster in his hand. The feathers of the duster were bright orange. He figured that held some symbolism for Patrick that perhaps he didn’t even want to know. He felt better about this then he thought he would.
He stepped back into the bedroom and looked at Patrick lying on the bed, a slight grin on his face.
“Now what?” Pete said, feeling bemused.
Patrick was totally in awe of the sight before him. He had put so much thought into this, but his wildest fantasies could not have prepared him for what he saw. Pete was a perfect vision in front of him. The black and white uniform, so sleek against Pete’s soft skin was beautiful. The orange duster, Patrick’s favourite, a bright contrast against the black and white. Perfection.
“Why don’t you come over here and show me what you can do with that feather duster?” Patrick said with glee in his voice, as he lay back on the bed and waited for magic to happen.
Pete did as he was told. He headed over to the bed and sexily, or so he hoped, unbuttoned Patrick’s shirt, as he danced the feather duster over Patrick’s damp skin. Patrick arched his back and moaned softly, so Pete thought he was doing pretty well as a French maid. He began to unbutton Patrick’s jeans, intending to work his way down, but before he could, Patrick reached down and stopped him.
“No, not yet,” it took everything Patrick had to stop. “Time for a costume change,” Patrick moaned softly as he reached over and pulled from the bag his second costume. It was that of a nun. Weird, Pete thought. What the hell turned Patrick on?
Pete went back into the bedroom and took off one outfit and pulled on the other. He saw that it came with a strap that would be used across the knuckles of a misbehaving school child. He stepped back into the bedroom, smoothing down the wimple over his hair and adjusting the long loose robe. Again, Pete thought he looked not half bad. At the very least he looked as good as a guy dressed up as a nun could.
As Pete stepped into the bedroom and Patrick looked up to gaze at him, it was all he could do to stop from crying out. This birthday was turning into all he could have hoped for and more. The man he loved doing absolutely anything to make him happy. To make him know how much he was loved and desired. But it wasn’t all about Patrick.
As Patrick lay prone on the bed, he rolled over to his side and suggestively said to Pete the nun: “Oh Sister. I have been so bad….I need to be punished.”
As his insides melted just a little bit (who was this stunning little person capable of surprising him at every turn and making his insides twist and turn with excitement?) he headed towards the bed, whip in hand. He proceeded to unbutton and unzip Patrick’s jeans and inch them down his hips and thighs. As he removed them, Patrick turned to show his naked ass and begged for Pete to spank him.
“I need to be punished. I am such a bad boy,” he cooed at Pete. Pete thought maybe he died just a little bit inside. He raised the whip and joyfully punished Patrick, making sure not to mark the pale skin.
After that, Patrick sent him back into the bathroom and had him dress up in an evening gown and blonde wig. He felt a bit like Marilyn Monroe. The dress was pure white. Sweet and innocent. It was simply a cotton dress, but it had some sheen to it. It was soft and sleek and sexy all at once. Patrick had really done his homework on this one. He was not sure how he felt about that, or what Patrick had in mind, but he stepped back into the bedroom as confidently as he dared. Standing a little unsteadily in stilettos in front of Patrick, complete with a daring slit up to his thigh in the low-cut dress, he was glad he’d even made sure to put on some eyeliner that he’d had lying around the bathroom sink. It seemed unreasonable, but he felt pretty. Patrick made him feel pretty. He instantly knew this was Patrick’s piece du resistant. He wanted Pete to look pretty. He wanted Pete to feel pretty. He knew the effect the cool, soft fabric would have on him. Pete thought that maybe this outfit was for him as much as it was for Patrick. It was Patrick’s day, but he wanted to make it special for Pete too. That was just how he was, his day couldn’t be perfect if it wasn’t perfect for Pete too.
The look on Patrick’s face as he admired Pete was amazing. Pete batted his eyes at Patrick and purred, “So what now, big boy?” with a gleam of evil in his eyes.
“You look just like Marilyn in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes,” Patrick said mischievously. “I always loved that movie. You’re perfect as Marilyn. I used to fantasize about her. Why don’t you make my fantasies come true?”
“Your wish is my command,” Pete said, tossing his head with flair.
Patrick could not have wished for a more perfect birthday. The man he loved had done everything he wanted him to. And had looked stunning doing it. His wish had been his command, and he loved Pete for it. But hoped he had given Pete what he needed too. Too be beautiful, inside and out. To truly feel he was loved and needed. To be HIS.
As he sashayed towards Patrick, intent on making his every wish come true, he couldn’t help but look forward to next April 27th. What on earth did Patrick have in store for him then? He couldn’t wait to find out.
Author: quirky_disaster
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. I tried to lock them up in my cellar, but they got away. This all comes from my warped mind...that I do own.
Dedication: A belated birthday gift for the beautiful
nolee. Thank you to my wonderful beta megyal who is awesome as always and to gamblore, who helped straighten things out when I lost my mind.A/N:
nolee read a comment I made, put it together with the song I was listening to at the time (Dress You Up by Madonna) and planted this seed in my head. So this is all her faultx-posted to
midnight_party, patrickxpeter, peterickficsIt was April 27th and Pete was nervous. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the ideas Patrick came up with; it was just that he never knew what to expect. Of course he got Patrick a gift, a NICE gift, for his birthday. But part of the ritual they had for each other’s birthdays was that the birthday boy got to chose something that he really wanted for his birthday and the other couldn’t refuse. On his birthday, Pete tended to take Patrick to movies he really didn’t want to see or to after-parties that Patrick normally wouldn’t be caught dead at, but that wasn’t how Patrick played the game. He was apt to take his special day as a free-for-all, to show how a shy, sometimes-inarticulate (sometimes-loquacious) boy could be a real kinky little bastard.
Pete was not saying he hadn’t enjoyed last year, where he had spent a better part of the day handcuffed to a hotel room bed, having chocolate and whipped cream licked off his body. Of course not. But he never knew what was going to happen and to be honest, it scared him just a little bit. He felt he knew Patrick really well, but the little devil could really throw him for a loop. Complain as he might, the never knowing what he was in store for, the feeling of nervousness in the pit of his stomach, that was part of the appeal of Patrick. The beauty of truly knowing Patrick was sometimes not knowing him at all.
He was sitting calmly in his LA home when Patrick flew in, a whirlwind of excitement and bags from various stores throughout the area. Pete could not help but notice that many of them came from costume shops that he had heard of. Costume shops? What on earth did Patrick have in mind?
“Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look!” Patrick yelled playfully as he headed upstairs. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
“Costume shops, Patrick, really? What on earth are you up to?”
“Oh, you saw,” pouted Patrick. “You weren’t supposed to. Just give me a few minutes then come up to my room. OK?”
“You have a very evil look on your face, Patrick.”
“Then it must be your lucky day, Pete.” Patrick managed to look more evil and somehow more sweet and innocent at the same time. Pete knew he would agree to pretty much anything Patrick had in mind. It was a bumpy ride, but a fun one none the less.
Patrick hurried up the stairs and Pete busied himself tidying up and making sure Hemmingway had enough food and water for the night. After a reasonable amount of time, he headed upstairs to meet Patrick. He nervously opened the door to Patrick’s room. Patrick sat on the bed, wearing exactly what he had been wearing when he came in, shirt, jeans, sneakers, hat, and didn’t look like he had anything up his sleeve. Pete would have felt more at ease, except he knew that despite appearances, Patrick most definitely had something up his sleeve. A big thing.
“What’s up, ‘Trick?”
“What’s up? What’s up? It’s my birthday,” Patrick said, with a defiant look on his face. “That means anything goes…right?”
“Sure, but nothing much seems to be going on. I mean, you sitting on your bed really isn’t much at all. I know there must be more.”
“I want to have a costume party,” Patrick declared with an evil grin on his face.
“A costume party …you mean you and I are going to dress up in costumes?”
“No, we aren’t. But you are, “Patrick said with a wink. “I want to see you dress up in lots of nice costumes.”
Pete was relieved. For Patrick, this was nothing. So, ok, he would dress up as Jack from Pirates of the Caribbean, or some superhero, or even Han Solo and make Patrick’s fantasy come true. This wasn’t bad at all.
“Stump, you don’t even try anymore. Sure, let’s have your little costume party.”
Patrick brought out the first costume. Pete froze when he saw it: it was a French maid’s uniform. Patrick did not seriously want him to put that on, did he? He couldn’t possibly. Even Patrick had his limits.
“You want me to dress up …as a maid?” Pete said faintly.
“Yup.”
“Patrick--”
“April 27th, Pete! Grin and bear it.”
Pete went into the bathroom, struggled to put on the maid’s uniform and gazed in the mirror. The white lace on the sleeves and collar were an intense contrast against his dark skin. Patrick had surely put some thought into this. He thought he looked pretty good, for a guy dressed up as a maid, in such a short black skirt with a feather duster in his hand. The feathers of the duster were bright orange. He figured that held some symbolism for Patrick that perhaps he didn’t even want to know. He felt better about this then he thought he would.
He stepped back into the bedroom and looked at Patrick lying on the bed, a slight grin on his face.
“Now what?” Pete said, feeling bemused.
Patrick was totally in awe of the sight before him. He had put so much thought into this, but his wildest fantasies could not have prepared him for what he saw. Pete was a perfect vision in front of him. The black and white uniform, so sleek against Pete’s soft skin was beautiful. The orange duster, Patrick’s favourite, a bright contrast against the black and white. Perfection.
“Why don’t you come over here and show me what you can do with that feather duster?” Patrick said with glee in his voice, as he lay back on the bed and waited for magic to happen.
Pete did as he was told. He headed over to the bed and sexily, or so he hoped, unbuttoned Patrick’s shirt, as he danced the feather duster over Patrick’s damp skin. Patrick arched his back and moaned softly, so Pete thought he was doing pretty well as a French maid. He began to unbutton Patrick’s jeans, intending to work his way down, but before he could, Patrick reached down and stopped him.
“No, not yet,” it took everything Patrick had to stop. “Time for a costume change,” Patrick moaned softly as he reached over and pulled from the bag his second costume. It was that of a nun. Weird, Pete thought. What the hell turned Patrick on?
Pete went back into the bedroom and took off one outfit and pulled on the other. He saw that it came with a strap that would be used across the knuckles of a misbehaving school child. He stepped back into the bedroom, smoothing down the wimple over his hair and adjusting the long loose robe. Again, Pete thought he looked not half bad. At the very least he looked as good as a guy dressed up as a nun could.
As Pete stepped into the bedroom and Patrick looked up to gaze at him, it was all he could do to stop from crying out. This birthday was turning into all he could have hoped for and more. The man he loved doing absolutely anything to make him happy. To make him know how much he was loved and desired. But it wasn’t all about Patrick.
As Patrick lay prone on the bed, he rolled over to his side and suggestively said to Pete the nun: “Oh Sister. I have been so bad….I need to be punished.”
As his insides melted just a little bit (who was this stunning little person capable of surprising him at every turn and making his insides twist and turn with excitement?) he headed towards the bed, whip in hand. He proceeded to unbutton and unzip Patrick’s jeans and inch them down his hips and thighs. As he removed them, Patrick turned to show his naked ass and begged for Pete to spank him.
“I need to be punished. I am such a bad boy,” he cooed at Pete. Pete thought maybe he died just a little bit inside. He raised the whip and joyfully punished Patrick, making sure not to mark the pale skin.
After that, Patrick sent him back into the bathroom and had him dress up in an evening gown and blonde wig. He felt a bit like Marilyn Monroe. The dress was pure white. Sweet and innocent. It was simply a cotton dress, but it had some sheen to it. It was soft and sleek and sexy all at once. Patrick had really done his homework on this one. He was not sure how he felt about that, or what Patrick had in mind, but he stepped back into the bedroom as confidently as he dared. Standing a little unsteadily in stilettos in front of Patrick, complete with a daring slit up to his thigh in the low-cut dress, he was glad he’d even made sure to put on some eyeliner that he’d had lying around the bathroom sink. It seemed unreasonable, but he felt pretty. Patrick made him feel pretty. He instantly knew this was Patrick’s piece du resistant. He wanted Pete to look pretty. He wanted Pete to feel pretty. He knew the effect the cool, soft fabric would have on him. Pete thought that maybe this outfit was for him as much as it was for Patrick. It was Patrick’s day, but he wanted to make it special for Pete too. That was just how he was, his day couldn’t be perfect if it wasn’t perfect for Pete too.
The look on Patrick’s face as he admired Pete was amazing. Pete batted his eyes at Patrick and purred, “So what now, big boy?” with a gleam of evil in his eyes.
“You look just like Marilyn in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes,” Patrick said mischievously. “I always loved that movie. You’re perfect as Marilyn. I used to fantasize about her. Why don’t you make my fantasies come true?”
“Your wish is my command,” Pete said, tossing his head with flair.
Patrick could not have wished for a more perfect birthday. The man he loved had done everything he wanted him to. And had looked stunning doing it. His wish had been his command, and he loved Pete for it. But hoped he had given Pete what he needed too. Too be beautiful, inside and out. To truly feel he was loved and needed. To be HIS.
As he sashayed towards Patrick, intent on making his every wish come true, he couldn’t help but look forward to next April 27th. What on earth did Patrick have in store for him then? He couldn’t wait to find out.