Boysboysboys Peterick
Title : Boysboysboys
Summary : Pete is in denial. Patrick helps him.
Author : Bunnystumph (Me)
Rating : PG-15 For my potty mouth.
Author's Notes : Title is from a Lady GaGa song.
Disclaimer: I'm making no profit whatsoever.
One
I stood still watching people run around, getting things ready for our show.
Pete was running around, shouting at Joe about a string for his bass, while Andy was tuning his drum set. Joe was busy being shouted, at of course.
I shoved my hand into my pocket, pulled out my guitar picks, and had a mini freak-out when I only counted five. This caused me to bolt from my spot to the dressing room, starting a frantic, silent freak-out for my pick.
“Dude, you’re like a mini hurricane, only cuter.” Pete mumbled out through the folded piece of paper in his mouth while he put the new string on his bass. I froze and looked at him through the corners of my eyes menacingly.
“You butt. Have you seen my-”
“-Little table in the corner of the room, second drawer.” He immediately cut me off. I gaped at him.
“Guitar pick…?” I mumbled as I followed his instructions; there it was.
“Pete, you little jerk. I swear you have an obsession with getting me flustered.” I giggled as I put it in my pocket and took a drink of my tea.
“Nah, it’s just funny.” Pete chortled as he tested his bass string. I turned the guitar pick around in my hand, staring off into space and a spur note from the bass snapped me out of it.
“Don’t die on me. Dude, what the hell were you thinking about?” he had walked over to me and was staring at me.
“I’m not dying!” I need to stop getting flustered. But what was I thinking about? The dream I had last night… I was kissing someone. I’d been having it for a few days now, and each night it got clearer.
Our tour manager peeked in, “You guys are on in five.” And then ran off to find Andy and Joe.
“Pete, did you hide my pick…?” I asked and looked up from behind my cup.
“Nope.” He shrugged and walked out.
4 Days later…
I walked back into the hotel room to see Patrick asleep on the couch.
“Pete…” he whispered and I turned around to face him but he was still asleep. I carefully walked over to him to see what he would say or do next.
“Peeete…” This time it was a goddamn musical moan. Patrick rolled over and I could tell that he was completely hard. I rushed to the other room and looked in the mirror. My best friend was moaning my name in his sleep. What kind of reaction was I supposed to have to that?!
A muffled moan came from the bedroom and any coherent thoughts I had died. I took a sleeping pill and bolted off to my room.
Four Hours Later…
I opened my eyes and rolled over. But when I did I made a horrifying discovery.
About Pete. Good lord. So he was the one in my dream…fuck!
I rushed into the shower.
Two
When I got out, Pete was sitting in a chair in the corner, playing my acoustic guitar.
“Hey.” He looked up at me, and for a second, I saw a twinge of fear. “You okay?” he looked away from me.
“You said my name.” He mumbled and looked away. He looked really, really upset. I couldn’t figure it out. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I must’ve moaned his name in my sleep.
“Pete, I know I did. I’m sorry. It was a silly dream. I don’t actually want that!” I was planning to say more but I cut myself off. Maybe I did want that. But I’d never let him know.
“You probably wanted that if you dreamed about it.” Damn him! What gave me away?! His words were bitter and almost sad.
“Your words gave you away. You should’ve gone easier on the I’s. Your voice wavered and you mentally cut yourself off.” I gaped at him. He was tightening the strings and not even looking at me as he spoke.
“Pete how the bloody hell could you tell?” but he had magical word powers. I guess he could also tell by that epic realization face I made.
Pete stood up, placed the guitar back on its stand and shrugged an answer as he went to leave.
I grabbed his arm and he looked at me. In that one gaze I saw longing and hope but most importantly, fear.
“No…” he spoke calmly and closed his eyes.
“No what, Pete? I asked incredulously. He sighed and closed his eyes.
“I can’t Patrick.” He said as he whipped around and shoved me. I let go of his arm and stumbled backwards, falling into the chair. I watched him leave.
Three
I rolled over because sleep was avoiding me like I was the plague. It was two days after I’d brutally rejected him. I’d haven’t slept since then. I mean, yeah, it would’ve been nice to kiss him. So why didn’t I?
I drifted to sleep, dreaming about what could be us.
Morning
My cell phone ringing crudely awoke me. It sliced through sleep like a blade and made me roll over to answer it.
“Yeah.” I grumbled. My voice was raspy from sleep.
“Hey Pete.” Spite was in her usually sweet voice for some reason.
“Hey babe. What’s up?” I asked, still very tired.
“You mean what’s over, Pete.”
“Over? You don’t mean…” my heart stopped beating for a few seconds.
“Us. Pete. Yeah. I mean that. Long distance isn’t cool… Sorry.” Her sweet voice was back.
“Ash…fuck…damn! No!” I sighed. “No please. What about Bronx? We can’t just forget about him, can we? Oh god…you’re giving him up for adoption, aren’t you?!” I shrieked.
“No Pete. We’ll work this out when you get home. Maybe you and Patrick could take care of him.”
“But-“
“No Pete. It’s over.”
I choked out a sob and hung up. “Patrick!” I wailed.
Patrick came rushing in at my urgency. “Pete, what the hell is wrong?”
“Ashlee…she…she’s divorcing me.” I sobbed out.
“Oh Pete…”
"Help me. Just. Please!" I broke down crying then.
"Of course. I'll help you." he sighed, "Pete I'll really help you but what the hell can I do?" I looked up at him from the floor and he bend down.
I put my head on his cried as he wrapped his strong, caring arms around me. He sighed into my hair and kissed my forehead.
"Pete...what am I going to do with you?"
I shrugged sadly and tried to stop crying. He held me close rubbed my back.
And then I got that strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was that floating, excited feeling. I was so totally having an epiphany.
I lifted my head slowly. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted it! And so I looked him in his caring blue eyes, he stared back, took my face in his hands and kissed me.
And oh my god, did he kiss me. My brain short circuited and I mindlessly kissed back. I climbed into his lap and he leaned back as I went with him.
He slid his hand from by back down to my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
His tongue pressed against my lips as I slowly opened them and our teeth clanked together. A straggled moan let my lips before I could help it and he smiled into the kiss.
His hands traveled from my waist to cup my ass. That made me giggle and squeak. Then I moaned when he started to grind up against me. I ground back and his fingers teased with the elastic on my boxers.
"Not now sorry..." I whispered.
He nodded and quietly kissed me again.
"You're amazing Trick." And we kissed.