Sorry about the spamming, guys, but here, have a new fic....
Story Title: iPod Shuffle Part 9 -The Pete and Patrick Version
Story Type: Slash, AU
Characters: Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump
Pairings: Pete/Patrick
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Fandom: Bandom (FOB)
Series: iPod Shuffle Challenge - Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
Disclaimer: Completely fictional. Seriously, this stuff never happened.
Warnings: Slash, language
Summary: Music based random Peterick drabbles.
A/N: Got bored, stalled out on the Summer of Like fic a little bit, thought I'd write this. Enjoy, peeps.
Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have (Without Taking Off Her Clothes) -Panic! At The Disco
Pete smirked when he saw Anna across the room; why she had shown up at the Angels & Kings opening, he had no fucken clue, but as he watched her watch Patrick cross the room to come over to the DJ booth, Pete had a pretty good idea why.
“Hey, Lunchbox, come DJ for a bit?” Pete shouted, already slipping the headphones off and holding them out to him.
“Why should I?” Patrick asked loudly and raised an eyebrow at the pout on Pete's face.
“I'll make it up to you later,” Pete said, leaning forward and whispering into his ear. “Trust me, it'll be worth it.”
Patrick rolled his eyes, but Pete could see the faint flush highlighting his cheeks and had to grin. Patrick took the headphones off of him and slid in behind the turntables and waved Pete off.
Pete blew him a kiss and jumped off the raised platform instead of taking the steps; he had some taunting to do and he wanted to get to it. He didn't act like an immature dickhead too often any more, but when he did, he did it whole-fucken-heartedly.
“Hey, Anna,” Pete said cheerfully, a sharp grin on his face as she turned to face him.
“Pete,” Anna replied, her voice carefully neutral. “Nice bar,” she added when it became apparent he wasn't going any where.
“Thanks,” Pete shrugged a little, down playing all the work it took to get it up and running. “You know me, I like to keep...busy.” He let his gaze wander over to Patrick and linger there until he could almost feel Anna glaring at him.
“What do you want, Wentz?” Anna demanded, her voice angry. “God knows we've never liked each other, so there has to be a reason you came over here.”
“Oh, there is,” Pete assured her; he could see Spencer heading over to the DJ booth out of the corner of his eye (always the responsible one, Pete thought, mentally rolling his eyes; every band had at least one it seemed) while Ryan and Gabe were quickly passing money back forth and Travis was grinning like a jackass.
“I just wanted to tell you 'thanks',” Pete said and he couldn't keep the self-satisfaction out of his voice.
“For what?” Anna asked, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
Pete looked over at the booth; Patrick was gesturing wildly at Spencer before shoving the headphones at him and turning to head down the stairs. He couldn't stop the fond smiled that formed or the rush of love that followed. Pete turned back to Anna and his lips twisted into a smirk when he saw her eyes on Patrick.
“Your fuck up gave me the best thing in my life,” Pete said, his voice quiet and honest.
Anna's gaze swung back to him and she inhaled, her hands curled into fists at her side.
“Because you decided to cheat on him -which, by the way, is the dumbest fucken thing I've ever heard of anyone doing- I got the chance to tell him that I loved him,” Pete explained.
“And now Patrick's mine,” Pete went on; he kept his gaze on Anna but he could hear Patrick shoving people out of the way in his hurry to get to them.
“And there's no way in hell I'm ever going to give him up and you can sure as fuck believe that I'll never put him through what you did. I already know what it's like to be without him and even I'm not stupid enough to go back to that.”
He counted it well worth it just to see the look on Anna's face; even the smack across his face that was hard enough to rock him back a few steps wasn't too deep a price to pay.
“God, I hope you enjoy having such an immature asshole in your bed,” Elisa spit at Patrick before she turned around and stormed away.
“Do I even want to ask?” Patrick wondered after a second.
“Nah, 'Trick,” Pete assured him, throwing his arm around Patrick's shoulders and nuzzling his sideburn. “It's nothing important.”
Patrick shook his head but let Pete lead him toward one of the booths in the back; at the very least, Pete was never boring.
Pain -Three Days Grace
Pete on his knees always made Patrick's chest tighten every time.
His head bowed, his hands clasped behind his back; his whole body practically vibrating in anticipation.
They didn't do this too often, but Patrick was the only person Pete could trust to break him down like this, make his brain be quiet for once; to shut down long enough to just be. Let him recharge and focus on something besides the constant noise his brain seemed intent on playing back to him on an almost constant loop.
Patrick knew and understood that; he realized the kind of trust Pete held in him and he was determined to always be worthy of that trust.
“Ready?” Patrick asked quietly, his voice already dropping down a couple degrees. He went on at Pete's nod, “Safe word?”
“Martin,” Pete breathed out, chancing a glance up at his best friend. “The same as always.”
Patrick ran a hand gently across Pete's face before he stepped back.
“Let's begin.”
Hot Mess -Cobra Starship
Patrick tried to keep his mind on his job; they were in the middle of a high profile kidnapping case. The victim had last been seen at Clandestine Club, a male strip club on the east side. They had narrowed it down to a couple different patrons of the club and Patrick was working undercover to get evidence on them.
But it was all he could do to ignore the stripper that was on stage now; tan skin and tattoos, a blinding white smile Patrick saw every time their eyes happen to meet.
There was just something about him that seemed to pull Patrick in.
When he finished his number and paused at the entrance to the dressing rooms and motioned for Patrick to follow him back, Patrick couldn't stop himself from getting up.
It wasn't the last time Patrick wouldn't be able to control himself around him, but Patrick wouldn't figure that out for months.
Beauty And The Beast -Celine Dion
Patrick watched Pete from under the brim of his hat and wondered what had changed.
Not even a week ago, all Pete did was annoy him; the way he made cow eyes at Patrick, his obnoxious fucken laugh, the fact that he refused to accept 'no' for an answer.
But now....
Patrick found himself laughing along with Pete's jokes instead of just sneering at him; he answered Pete's questions, encouraged conversation between the two of them. He moved closer to Pete when the older man sat next to him while they were on break.
Whatever had changed, Patrick couldn't bring himself to care, not when Pete was pushing him against the wall outside the break room and smiling at him before pressing their lips together for the first time.
It Takes Two -Hairspray Soundtrack
“Come on, 'Trick,” Pete argued, his arms flailing as he tried to make his point. “It's us -we're practically destined to be together. Like all the great couples!”
“Pete, it's prom, not the end of the world,” Patrick told him patiently.
“But we're like Jack and Sally, Mario and Yoshi. Bonnie and Clyde -Shaggy and Scooby!” Pete said, his face lighting up as he got into the subject.
“Pete, I don't even -” Patrick sighed before he narrowed his eyes. “Wait. Did you just compare me to a dog?”
“What? No, I swear...” Pete trailed off and then looked sheepish. “Look, I'm just saying that you're my best friend and I love you and I'm in love with you and I want us to go to prom together. Is that too much to ask for?”
“No, I guess it's not,” Patrick relented, smiling and reaching over to tangle their fingers together as they walked down the hall.
“Yes!” Pete whooped and tried to pull off a fist pump. Patrick wished it could make him love Pete less, but, apparently, at this point, there was nothing that could accomplish that; not even Pete running into their Political Science class and high fiving their friends.