New D/s fic, It Was Fun, 1/2
Story Title: It Was Fun
Story Type: Slash, AU
Characters: Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Mikey Way, Gerard Way, Bob Bryar, Frankie Iero
Pairings: Pete/Patrick, Gerard/Mikey (non-sexual D/s), Pete/Mikey, Bob/Frankie
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Fandom: Bandom (FOB/MCR)
Series: Scars & Souvenirs: Head Over Tail, Smoke and Mirrors, Present
Disclaimer: They're not mine -trust me on this. If you got here because you like to act like a creeper and google your best friends name *cough*Pete*cough* on a semi-daily basis, don't blame me for the resulting nightmares and/or wet dreams.
Warnings: Slash, language, AU, BDSM, Dom!Patrick, sub!Pete, Dom!Gerard, sub!Mikey, non-sexual sibling D/s relationship, Dom!Bob, sub!Frankie
Summary: There was a reason it ended up being called the 'Summer of Like'.
A/N: Fourth in the series, but this is set in between Smoke and Mirrors and Present.
A/N 2: Also, I messed around with the release of Guitar Hero a little bit -it came out in November of '05, not the summer. Just add it to the already hefty pile of sins I've committed here.
Patrick saw Pete sprawled on the couch as he watched The Breakfast Club with Mikey in the front lounge of the bus. His feet were settled on Mikey's lap while he snickered his way through Bender falling through the ceiling.
“Molly Ringwald was fucken hot, man. I would've tried to get some, too,” Pete said, leering at the TV and laughing at the same time. “Right, Mikeyway?”
“Oh, yeah, in a heartbeat,” Mikey deadpanned. He didn't even roll his eyes, but if you knew him, you could hear the slight amusement in the words. And Patrick could usually tell by his eyes if Mikey thought something was funny. “You've got that thing for redheads, though, to be fair.”
“That's true,” Pete agreed thoughtfully. “Very, very true. What can I say? Redheads have been good to me.”
“Hey, guys,” Patrick said, moving from the doorway he had been leaning on.
“'Trick,” Pete grinned up at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Did you finish up that melody?”
“Most of it,” Patrick answered and smiled back at him. He braced his forearms on the back of the couch and bent forward so it would be easier for Pete to look at him. “I want to take a break for a little while, look over the new batch of lyrics you gave me last night, see if I can find something to fit it.”
“I know you'll end up making GarageBand your bitch,” Pete told him, patting his arm affectionately. “Want to watch a movie with us? We were going to put in Say Anything after this.”
“Not right now; I want to go over to the My Chem bus and talk to Gerard about something,” Patrick said and reached over to mess up his sub's carefully styled hair. Pete pouted at him but leaned into the touch and it was easy to tell he was in a good mood.
“But when I come back, we can throw on Labyrinth and have some popcorn or something. There's a Chinese place a few blocks over that delivered for the tech guys earlier, maybe we'll order out if you guys behave while I'm gone,” Patrick added, smirking when he saw Pete's eyes light up at the mention of one of his favorite movies and food.
“Don't worry, 'Trick; I'm always good,” Pete practically purred, looking up at his Dom through his bangs. He tilted his head a little and bit his lip the way he knew never failed to get Patrick's attention.
The effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that Mikey was still sitting on the couch and Pete knew Patrick would never drag him off for a quickie and just leave Mikey by himself. That didn't stop him from teasing a little; Patrick had always appreciated a good tease -especially since he knew Pete would follow through at the earliest available opportunity.
Patrick's eyes tracked the movement but his smirk stayed in place. “Yeah, yeah,” he said as he gave Pete a quick kiss and brushed his thumb across Pete's collar.
He straightened up and turned to Mikey with a smile. “Do you want me to get anything for you while I'm over there?”
“Nah, I'm good,” Mikey assured him, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. “Thanks, though.”
“No problem,” Patrick told him easily and headed towards the door. “I should be back soon. Call me, Pete, if anything comes up.”
The last sentence was said with his back to both his own sub and Mikey, but there was no mistaking the fact that it was an order -not when it was delivered in that tone of voice.
“Yes, Patrick,” Pete answered automatically, his voice a little more breathless than normal.
When Mikey looked at him and arched an eyebrow, Pete shrugged and tried to look abashed. Probably didn't pull it off, but he figured he got points for trying.
“Sorry, habit,” Pete said and let a warm smirk curl his lips as he looked at his friend. “The best kind.”
*
Patrick took his time as he walked across the lot to the other bus; he had the beginnings of an idea in his head -a new kind of arrangement, if you wanted to think of it musically- and he wanted to go over all the notes and possibilities in his head before he broached the subject with Gerard.
They had met before, of course; as soon as it became obvious that Pete and Mikey were going to be spending a lot of time together, Gerard had come over to their bus. Obstinately to introduce himself, but Patrick knew it was to check them out, get a feel for their bus, the group dynamic -and especially the one between Patrick and Pete. Getting to know where his sub was going to be, the people Mikey was going to be hanging around; Gerard had been checking up on them, making sure his sub would be safe with them.
Patrick had known right away what he was doing -so had Andy and Joe, for that matter, but they had just exchanged knowing looks with Patrick and let it go. None of them could be mad at him for it, because in his place, they would have all done the same thing. In fact, Patrick did do it: a couple days later he had gone with Pete over to the other band's bus when him and Mikey had decided to have a Guitar Hero play off.
They had both gone back and forth between the two bands' buses for a little over a week before coming to the tacit agreement that both Pete and Mikey would be alright alone on either bus -at least for a short amount of time.
The two of them had had a fair number of conversations during that week; enough that Patrick felt he could take this idea of his to him without a brawl following. Even so, Gerard wasn't only Mikey's Dom, he was his big brother, too. That added a whole other layer of protection on top of the usual -and it was one that Patrick had no experience with.
Patrick mulled it over as he came in sight of the tour bus. He hesitated briefly before going up the steps and knocking on the door.
“Hey, Patrick,” Frank said, his voice as cheerful as usual. He pushed the bus door open further and motioned him inside.
“Everyone's back here,” Frank went on as he almost bounced through the bus towards the back lounge. “Nothing's wrong with Mikey, is there?” he asked, concern clouding his features for a minute.
“No, everything's fine,” Patrick assured him, smiling when Frank let out a relieved sigh and then launched himself through the door to the back lounge.
“Bob!” Frank crowed gleefully and climbed up the bigger man until he was sitting on his shoulders. “Patrick's here.”
“Yes, Frank, I can see that,” Bob laughed but he patted his sub's leg indulgently and exchanged an understanding look with Patrick; Frank tended to be as hyper as Pete got sometimes, except it was more constant. “What's up, Patrick?”
“Nothing really,” Patrick said, shrugging a little. “I just wanted to talk something over with Gerard,” he added and nodded toward where Gerard was curled up at the end of the big couch, completely lost in his sketchbook.
They exchanged another long look and then Bob nodded at Patrick before he patted Frank's leg again to get his attention. “Come on, let's go get something to eat.”
“Good idea, Bobert!” Frank said as he jumped off of his Dom and bounced his way excitedly out the door.
“That's a bit much, even for Frankie,” Patrick observed wryly, looking at Bob with sympathy. “Coffee?”
“Worse; Travis gave him a couple cans of Redbull when I wasn't looking,” Bob smiled a little when Patrick winced. “It was in catering earlier while I was talking to Ray. I can't even get too pissed about it; Travis had no idea that it would make him this hyper.”
He shrugged when they heard Frankie yelling for him. “Talk to you later, man,” Bob said as he closed the door behind him.
Patrick shook his head in amusement and then went over to the couch.
Gerard glanced up and then smiled when he saw who it was.
“Hey, man. What's up?”
*
“Let me get this straight; you want to give my brother to your sub as a present for being good?” Gerard asked, disbelief coloring his voice. He lit a cigarette and leaned back into the couch before raising an eyebrow at Patrick.
“Come on, you make it sound like I think Mikey's a prostitute or something,” Patrick scoffed, laughing a little. “The truth is Pete likes him, as a friend and as another sub. They have a connection on both levels -and I think you know that as well as I do.
“He's attracted to him, too, and that's not normal for him; since I've collared Pete, he's been happy with just me. He hasn't even looked at another Dom since -or a another sub, until now. That's good, since, as a general rule, I don't share,” Patrick told him, smiling easily.
“Neither does Pete, so, it's a good fit. Mikey seems to be the exception to the rule, though.”
“Yeah, he does that a lot,” Gerard agreed and let out a small, rueful laugh.
“I can't speak for Mikey, but I know Pete; I know him like the back of my hand. I know when he wants someone and I know him when he tries to play it off.
“Pete wants him but he won't make any moves in that direction because of me; he hasn't said anything to me, but I'm willing to bet money that Pete has convinced himself that wanting Mikey means he's betraying me or some shit, so he's barely admitted it to himself, let alone actually vocalize it to someone else.
“I know Pete wants Mikey, yeah, but he likes him too; they're friends and that combination alone is enough to make me consider this. Pete has a lot of friends, yeah, but hardly any of them are real, people he knows he can count on to have his back.
“Trust me when I tell you that this isn't something I would just jump into without thinking it through,” Patrick said; he leaned back into the couch and let Gerard process everything he just said.
“Let's say I decide to go along with this,” Gerard told him after a few minutes. He put out his cigarette and hunched forward, braced his elbows on his legs. “Do you want to do a scene with him or what?”
“No, nothing like that,” Patrick answered, his voice firm. “Pete would kill me if I tried playing with anyone else -and the anyone else involved, even if they were his friend. And, to be honest, I don't know if I could do a scene with anyone else, even if Pete was there.
“No, this would be just straight up sex, between the two of them.”
“You're right about Mikey wanting Pete,” Gerard said; he shifted a little and tapped his fingers against his knee while he talked.
“He hasn't said anything to me about it, either -which is strange enough, by itself, to make me wonder- but I recognize the signs. Me and Mikey...” Gerard trailed off for a second, obviously trying to find the right words.
“It's not the same as you and Pete; I'm not in charge in of his sex life. I mean, yeah, he'll tell me if he's into someone, get my take on them, but I don't tell him what to do with anyone. I try to be in the general vicinity when he's having sex, at least when we're on tour, just in case he needs me.
“He hasn't yet, but I tend to be overprotective, so,” Gerard shrugged and shared a smile with Patrick. “He's always rolling his eyes at me over it but he knows me well enough to know that arguing with me over it is only going to make me dig my heels in.
“And as much as I know he wants Pete, I don't know if he'll go for this -he respects you, as a musician and a Dom, and as ridiculous as it might seem, that might keep him from doing anything, even with your approval.”
“That's one of the things I wanted to ask you,” Patrick told him; in the back of his mind, he had the brief thought that this was like negotiating a scene with Pete. He smiled to himself for a second and then got back to the subject at hand.
“What if we -both of us- sat them down and talked to them? Let them know that it's OK, that they're not going to get in trouble no matter what way it ends up going. Pete always does better with reassurance and he knows I don't lie to him, so knowing that will go a long way towards him believing it's OK to do this. The other part, though, is -”
“Is Mikey,” Gerard finished for him, nodding a little. “Yeah, that might work for Mikey, too. I mean, he knows I wouldn't have a problem with it, it'd be you that he would need the nod from.
“Which leads me to another question: would we be in the same room as them?”
“Well, Pete does have an exhibitionist streak,” Patrick said, the words fond. “Not necessarily for scenes, but just sex? Yeah, he'd get off on it if we were in the room watching. What about Mikey? Or, hell, what about you?”
“I don't know, to be honest,” Gerard answered thoughtfully and frowned a little. “I mean, I've been in the room with him before when he's had sex -not out of choice, but we shared a bedroom when we lived at home and you know how touring is.
“That was different, though; it was dark and I was either half drunk and ready to pass out or hiding under the blankets. I kept an ear out on the off chance something happened, but wasn't, like, actively paying attention, you know? And I sure as fuck wasn't looking at him.
“If he wanted me to, I would stay, but I'd rather not; although, honestly, I don't think he's going to want me in the room. Nearby, possibly, but not in the same room. I can't even begin to guess if he'd care if you were there -this is pretty much new territory.”
“Yeah,” Patrick agreed and paused for a second to get his thoughts together. “We'll have to ask them that, too -you'll have to let me know if Mikey's lying, though; I don't want him to be uncomfortable or anything and I don't know him well enough to know any of his tells.
“But I was thinking next hotel day? It's almost a week and a half away which should be enough to decide if you don't think this is a good idea.”
“You want to share a double then?” Gerard asked, his eyes slightly glazed over as he tried to figure out the logistics.
“Kind of. I was thinking we'd still get two rooms,” Patrick explained, leaning back and resting his ankle on his knee. “We're going to be there for two nights and sex aside, Pete's going to want to play before we go back on the road; honestly, I will, too. I figured this way we could spend the night in the one room and and then the next day we'd have the other one so we could split off.”
“That makes sense,” Gerard agreed, nodding slowly. “Mikey might want some space himself; he likes to have some quiet once in a while, anyways, so it should work out.”
“Alright, then,” Patrick said, smiling. “We're doing this?”
After a long second, Gerard smiled back. “Yeah, I guess we are.”
*
“So, I think your boyfriend doesn't like me,” Mikey said offhandedly as he picked at the rips at the ends of Pete's jeans.
“What?” Pete asked absently before he turned his full attention onto Mikey. “Who, 'Trick? No, man, he likes you just fine, trust me. He would have said something to me if he didn't.”
“He's always just..” Mikey trailed off and shrugged.
“Dude, that's just Patrick,” Pete told him and nudged Mikey's leg with his foot. “He can be intense sometimes, but he's not, like, crazy or anything, you know?
“Seriously, believe me; 'Trick's the only Dom I've ever met who I've ever trusted enough to even think about letting him collar me, there's never been anybody else that comes close -not for me.”
“Was it hard?” Mikey asked after a minute, his face as impassive as ever but Pete thought he could detect a note of curiosity in his eyes when Mikey glanced at him. “You know, pretending that whole time.”
Pete tilted his head to the side as he considered the question; it wasn't the first time he'd been asked it -the whole thing was pretty well known in their circle of friends and it was rapidly becoming one of those infamous stories in the music scene in general- but it was the first time he thought about it answering it. He had already talked about it with Patrick, more than once, actually, but he thought it might be interesting to talk about it to a another sub.
“It sucked,” Pete answered, concentrating on the wall behind Mikey as he thought back. “Everyday I woke up and had to be something that wasn't me. I had to stop being...not myself, exactly, but a huge part of who I was.
“I had to learn to school my actions, my responses, the way I talked to people. There wasn't any second of any day -unless I was at home, by myself- where I could forget that I had to act a part. It became second nature, but it never felt right. I always felt unsettled, itchy.
“Sex was...sex, it was great, it was awesome, but it didn't soothe that ache that always seemed to be in my chest, it didn't quiet down the noise in my head,” Pete told him, his eyes focusing back on the other sub. There were other things, too, but no matter how close a friend Mikey was quickly becoming, there were some things Pete couldn't discuss with anyone except for his Dom.
“You know, though,” Pete went on. “Sex is always fun, but it's not the same as playing.”
“No, it's not,” Mikey agreed after a minute. He tapped his fingers against Pete's ankle, the only outward sign that he wasn't completely composed. “It's different for me, sex isn't tied up into play the way it is for you, but it's still not as satisfying.”
“You know, we don't have sex every time there's a scene,” Pete pointed out, rolling his eyes.
“Oh, for real?” Mikey deadpanned. “Like, seriously?”
“Shut the fuck up, jackass,” Pete snickered and kicked out at Mikey's side; Mikey evaded it with kind of ease that came from years of practice as a younger brother.
He was still chuckling when Patrick wandered back in, a small smile on his face.
Pete immediately sat up and grinned at him. “See? Nothing's smoking, I didn't trash the place and we're both still alive.”
“I did promise, didn't I?” Patrick mused, his good mood obvious. “Alright, put the movie in and I'll order the food.”
“Whooo!” Pete cheered as he jumped to his feet. He gave Patrick a quick kiss before he turned around and fished Labyrinth out of the pile of movies that were on the small love seat.
“You want the usual?” Patrick questioned as he dug out the number for the Chinese food place that he had gotten from one of the techs on his way back.
“Hmmm,” Pete answered absently, fiddling with volume for a minute before he went to the fridge to get drinks for them.
Patrick rolled his eyes and turned to Mikey. “What do you want, Mikey?”
“Um, some shrimp fried rice and an egg roll, please,” Mikey said and accepted the soda Pete handed him with a slight smile. “Thanks,” he added, the words directed at both of them.
After a couple minutes, Patrick put his phone into his pocket and settled on the other end of the couch. “I let Charlie know we ordered, he's going to keep an eye out for them. Might as well start the movie while we wait.”
Once the movie was started, Pete arranged himself in between Patrick's legs; he kept his eyes on the TV even as he folded his knees underneath himself, wrapped his hand around Patrick's ankle and rested his weight against Patrick's leg. It was done offhandedly and with the kind of ease that spoke of long practice.
Despite his best efforts, Mikey could feel himself tense up. He hadn't expected Pete to sit on the floor; he knew Pete was happy as a sub -hell, Mikey was happy as a sub- but that didn't mean he expected something like this to happen. Suddenly, he wasn't sure if he should sit on the floor or stay where he was at.
“You can stay on the couch if you want,” Patrick murmured, glancing over at Mikey; his hand was playing with Pete's hair. Pete pressed into the touch even as he kept up a running commentary of lines and useless facts about the movie.
“Pete just likes sitting like this,” Patrick went on, careful to keep his voice pitched under Pete's. “It reminds him of the fact that he belongs to me; I think, after pretending for so long, he still likes tangible evidence that things are different now. That he doesn't have to pretend any more.
“Whatever it is, it doesn't mean you have to sit on the floor. I hope by now you'd know that I would never do something like that. Or, at the very least, that your brother sure as hell wouldn't let me do it.”
Mikey nodded and relaxed enough to enjoy the movie.
*
Part 2