Fairies
Title: Fairies
Author:
goshdarnheck
Characters: Pete/Patrick
Word Count: 225
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Profanity.
Summary: When Patrick wakes up, Pete has a surprise for him.
Notes: Written in May 2007 using one of the prompts from a 7Rainbow prompt set.
Disclaimer: This was written for entertainment purposes only.
1. Fairies
"Wha-?" Patrick sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before staring down at the dark lines on his arm. "Pete, what the fuck?"
"Hey there, sleepy head." Pete grinned.
Patrick stared at the crude drawings covering his arm. "Pete, what the fuck?"
"I've always wanted to know what you'd look like with tattoos." Pete shrugged, clicking the cap of the marker back on. "I think you look good. You should get one."
Patrick raised his arm up to his eyes, squinting to make out the designs. "What-Pete, are these...fairies?"
"Yep." Pete smiled brightly. "I thought I'd fuck 'em up, but I'm a better artist than I thought. Nice, aren't they?"
"Pete, you mother..." Patrick could feel his anger building, but he kept it at bay by biting his lip. "Why fairies?"
"Because," Pete leaned in and wrapped his arms around Patrick's neck, nuzzling his lips against the skin. "You're sugar and spice and everything nice." He planted a small kiss on Patrick's earlobe. "You're basically the Tinkerbell to my Peter Pan."
"Fuck you, Wentz," was the only response Patrick could come up with.
Pete ran his fingers over the nape of Patrick's neck. "I know you will. And you'll have plenty of ideas to choose from."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see when you look under your shirt," Pete winked.
The End.
© 2007
Author:
Characters: Pete/Patrick
Word Count: 225
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Profanity.
Summary: When Patrick wakes up, Pete has a surprise for him.
Notes: Written in May 2007 using one of the prompts from a 7Rainbow prompt set.
Disclaimer: This was written for entertainment purposes only.
1. Fairies
"Wha-?" Patrick sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before staring down at the dark lines on his arm. "Pete, what the fuck?"
"Hey there, sleepy head." Pete grinned.
Patrick stared at the crude drawings covering his arm. "Pete, what the fuck?"
"I've always wanted to know what you'd look like with tattoos." Pete shrugged, clicking the cap of the marker back on. "I think you look good. You should get one."
Patrick raised his arm up to his eyes, squinting to make out the designs. "What-Pete, are these...fairies?"
"Yep." Pete smiled brightly. "I thought I'd fuck 'em up, but I'm a better artist than I thought. Nice, aren't they?"
"Pete, you mother..." Patrick could feel his anger building, but he kept it at bay by biting his lip. "Why fairies?"
"Because," Pete leaned in and wrapped his arms around Patrick's neck, nuzzling his lips against the skin. "You're sugar and spice and everything nice." He planted a small kiss on Patrick's earlobe. "You're basically the Tinkerbell to my Peter Pan."
"Fuck you, Wentz," was the only response Patrick could come up with.
Pete ran his fingers over the nape of Patrick's neck. "I know you will. And you'll have plenty of ideas to choose from."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see when you look under your shirt," Pete winked.
© 2007
