fic: tumor-causing, teeth-staining, smelly puking habit
Title: tumor-causing, teeth-staining, smelly puking habit
Author:
therentmatrix
Rating: pg-13 [cursing, boykissing]
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real. Title is from those really insanely old commercials on Nickelodeon from when I was like 6. Bonus points if you know what I'm talking about.
Summary: Frank Iero is a horrible influence.
Author's Note: Short like almost-drabble. I haven't posted anything in a comm in a while, but here goes anyway. X-posted, sorry if you see it more than once.
Patrick thinks maybe something's wrong when he steps onto the bus and into a cloud of smoke. He knows something's wrong when he spots Frank Iero doubled over laughing and Pete coughing so hard he's turning purple.
"What. The fuck."
Pete looks up and grins, wide and sparkling despite the fact that his eyes are watering and he's still trying to stop coughing.
"'Trick," he chokes out. "Patrick." Frank is nearly crying, he's laughing so hard. Patrick just stares for a minute before crossing to the couch and grabbing Frank's arm.
"Iero, your band is looking for you, get the fuck out."
"Geez, Stump, cool it already." Frank flips them off and stomps down the steps and off the bus. Patrick sighs and turns back to Pete.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"I come back here and the bus is full of smoke and you look like you're about to lose a lung. Spill. What did he do?" Pete looks a bit sheepish, and it's then that Patrick notices the pack of cigarettes clasped loosely in his hand. He sits down on the couch next to Pete and just looks at him. "Oh. Pete, no, that's just. That's dumb on a monumental scale. That's more dumb than pretty much any other dumb thing you have ever done ever."
"But Frank called me a pussy!" He flails a little and Patrick has to dodge his arm a couple times. "He dared me, and he said- he said I was obviously the bitch in our relationship because I couldn't do it!"
"Pete, you are the bitch. God, seriously." Patrick thumps Pete's shoulder and Pete retaliates by knocking their knees together.
"Fuck you, Lunchbox, you know I own you." Pete leans forward and catches Patrick off-guard with a kiss. He lets one hand come to rest on Patrick's jaw, thumb stroking his cheek. When they part, Patrick makes a face and Pete laughs.
"You taste like smoke. Guh, gross, go brush your teeth, please." Pete winks and runs back to the small bathroom, yelling over his shoulder as he goes.
"You totally love me anyway."
Patrick smiles, because yeah, he really kind of does.
Author:
therentmatrixRating: pg-13 [cursing, boykissing]
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real. Title is from those really insanely old commercials on Nickelodeon from when I was like 6. Bonus points if you know what I'm talking about.
Summary: Frank Iero is a horrible influence.
Author's Note: Short like almost-drabble. I haven't posted anything in a comm in a while, but here goes anyway. X-posted, sorry if you see it more than once.
Patrick thinks maybe something's wrong when he steps onto the bus and into a cloud of smoke. He knows something's wrong when he spots Frank Iero doubled over laughing and Pete coughing so hard he's turning purple.
"What. The fuck."
Pete looks up and grins, wide and sparkling despite the fact that his eyes are watering and he's still trying to stop coughing.
"'Trick," he chokes out. "Patrick." Frank is nearly crying, he's laughing so hard. Patrick just stares for a minute before crossing to the couch and grabbing Frank's arm.
"Iero, your band is looking for you, get the fuck out."
"Geez, Stump, cool it already." Frank flips them off and stomps down the steps and off the bus. Patrick sighs and turns back to Pete.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"I come back here and the bus is full of smoke and you look like you're about to lose a lung. Spill. What did he do?" Pete looks a bit sheepish, and it's then that Patrick notices the pack of cigarettes clasped loosely in his hand. He sits down on the couch next to Pete and just looks at him. "Oh. Pete, no, that's just. That's dumb on a monumental scale. That's more dumb than pretty much any other dumb thing you have ever done ever."
"But Frank called me a pussy!" He flails a little and Patrick has to dodge his arm a couple times. "He dared me, and he said- he said I was obviously the bitch in our relationship because I couldn't do it!"
"Pete, you are the bitch. God, seriously." Patrick thumps Pete's shoulder and Pete retaliates by knocking their knees together.
"Fuck you, Lunchbox, you know I own you." Pete leans forward and catches Patrick off-guard with a kiss. He lets one hand come to rest on Patrick's jaw, thumb stroking his cheek. When they part, Patrick makes a face and Pete laughs.
"You taste like smoke. Guh, gross, go brush your teeth, please." Pete winks and runs back to the small bathroom, yelling over his shoulder as he goes.
"You totally love me anyway."
Patrick smiles, because yeah, he really kind of does.