in honor of...
Save Rock And Roll being released in the US in few hours and Pete Wentz being the biggest shipper of us all, let's do a Peterick drabble meme -any kind of Peterick your little heart desires, just request it and I will scribble something for it. Go on, you know you want to. Also, SIX HOURS AND FORTY MINUTES UNTIL SRAR IS OUT.
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Pete walked out of the party and ducked around the side of Chris's house so he could take a breather for a few minutes.
He never should have brought Patrick with him; never mind that it was Chris's birthday and he had invited everyone, "And that includes your jailbait bandmates, Wentz."
So, yeah, if he hadn't brought Patrick, Patrick would have been pissy for days and Pete really didn't want to deal with him when he got like that.
But, fuck, if Pete had known that Patrick drunk equaled a Patrick that couldn't keep his hands off of Pete, Pete would have never brought him and just dealt with the resulting bitchiness and pouting.
But since he wasn't a Time Lord or anything, Pete knew he would just have to deal with it now.
Hence why he was out here basically hiding from his best friend.
Pete took a deep breath and rested his head against the side of the building. It would be so much easier if Patrick was straight or Pete just wasn't interested. Or if Pete hadn't suddenly developed morals approximately five minutes after meeting Patrick last year.
While Pete was brooding over his sucky timing, he heard someone calling his name. And, of course, it was Patrick because that's the way Pete's night was going.
"Over here, 'Trick," Pete called out, resigned to the epic case of blue balls he was going to end up with by the end of the night.
"Pete, you asshole," Patrick said as he stumbled to a stop next to Pete. His words were only slightly slurred; impressive considering the impressive amount of alcohol he had already drunk.
"Pete," Patrick repeated, pouting at Pete. "You left me."
"Just wanted some fresh air," Pete answered easily; his eyes were drawn to the way Patrick's lips were even redder and shinier than usual. "Too much smoke and shit," he added as he dragged his eyes off of Patrick and focused them on the fence instead.
"Uh huh," Patrick told him. "Whatever. Hey, do you wanna fuck me?"
Pete inhaled sharply and promptly started coughing, his eyes wide and focused on Patrick's bemused face.
"What the fuck ," Pete managed to finally get out. He turned fully toward his best friend and almost fell over when Patrick pressed his lips against his.
Patrick moaned softly and traced the outline of Pete's lips with his tongue. Pete pressed him against the house, suddenly tired of fighting what he wanted.
Just a kiss, Pete promised himself as he bit down on Patrick's neck and Patrick's hips pushed up against Pete's as Patrick whimpered and moved his neck in an unconscious display of submission that made Pete's blood pound.
Just one kiss....
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I CAN DEFINITELY DO THAT BUT WHY WOULD PETE BE RELUCTANT? I KNOW I SURE AS FUCK WOULDN'T BE. WOULD YOU??
NO. IF I COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND DO TERRIBLE, AWFUL THINGS TO JAILBAIT PATRICK...
...I WOULD DO TERRIBLE, AWFUL THINGS TO JAILBAIT PATRICK.
I CAN'T stop fucking TYPING IN CAPS
CAN YOU DO MOAR WRITINGS?
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YOU AND ME BOTH. I SYMPATHIZE WITH PETE, HAVING TO LOOK AT THAT 24/7. PATRICK WAS ONLY 15 WHEN THEY MET, 16 WHEN THEY STARTED TOURING. NO WONDER POOR PETE WAS DRIVEN TO BEING A PEDO.
I CAN ABSOLUTELY WRITE MOAR FOR YOU, I JUST NEED SOME PROMPTS.
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LOL WELL OF COURSE HE CAN
Umm... something fluffy about them being excited to be touring together again after the hiatus. Smooches and/or cuddles a plus
Don't mind me as I cuddle Patrick vicariously through Pete.
HEY AND THEN AFTER YOU DO THE FLUFF YOU CAN DO SOME OF THAT BITING BRUISES ON PATRICK'S PALE SKIN, THAT WOULD ALSO BE NICE
I WILL LIVE VICARIOUSLY THROUGH PETE ON THAT REGARD AS WELL
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I DON'T BLAME YOU -IT'S EASY TO LIVE THROUGH PETE IN BOTH REGADS, ESPECIALLY SINCE HE PRACTICALLY HAND FEEDS US THAT SHIT ON A DAILY BASIS, THE BASTARD.
I can definitely do both of those for you. Soon as I finish making something to eat, I'll get started on them :)
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Patrick's face lit up as he fit the melody for what would end up being their first single to the right set of chords.
He looked up at Pete and grinned, his joy in finding the key to this particular puzzle obvious.
He grinned and Pete's heart ached at the sight of it and he suddenly didn't remember all the reasons why he had told himself they should never be more than friends.
He leaned over and kissed Patrick, drinking in the startled sound the younger man made before Pete nudged Patrick's head to the angle he wanted and pushed passed Patrick's lips and start mapping out Patrick's mouth with his tongue. After a few seconds he started kissing back and it took all Pete had to pull back and rest his forehead against Patrick's.
"Are we doing this again?" Patrick asked, his voice rough.
"Fuck, I want to," Pete answered honestly. "Being back in the studio after so long, making music together again...it's reminding me of why I fell in love with you in the first place."
"Jesus, Pete," Patrick said, laughing a little.
He pulled back enough to look Pete in the eye.
"If we do this, I'm not hiding it like some dirty secret I'm ashamed of," Patrick told him firmly. "I'm not saying have a three page spread all over the tabloids about it, but if someone asks me who I'm dating, I want to be able to answer honestly."
"Fuck, 'Trick, you could never be a dirty secret for me. I'd hire a fucken skywriter if you let me."
Patrick studied his best friends face for a minute before he smiled. "We're really doing this?"
"We're doing this," Pete agreed before he dipped in for another kiss.
And there was no way he was losing this a second time.
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Patrick was spread out on one of the beds, all that pale skin he usually kept covered on display for Pete to look at for as long as he wanted to.
"Took you long enough," Patrick murmured;keeping his eyes locked onto Pete's he licked his hand before he wrapped it around his dick, letting out a shameless moan at the contact.
Patrick let his hand fall back as he lazily worked himself over.
"I was just about to get started without you," he went on, the words ending on a grunt as he started to thrust up into his own hand.
"Cocktease," Pete accused, pushing the heel of his hand against his hard on before he walked over to the bed.
"Tease?" Patrick asked mockingly as he let his legs fall open even wider. "I was going to put out, but if you're going to be that way about it."
Pete dropped to his knees on the edge of the bed, still smirking as he crawled into the space between Patrick's thighs.
"I was just reminding Joe that we were going to be busy for the rest of the night," Pete said, his voice husky.
He brushed his lips over the pulse pounding in Patrick's inner thigh. When Pete glanced at him and Patrick nodded slightly, he set his teeth into the skin, biting as hard as he dared to.
"Fuck," Patrick hissed out, letting go of his dick to fist his hand in Pete's hair.
"Beautiful," Pete said as he pulled back enough that he could see the bruise that was slowly forming.
Patrick yanked him up for a quick, dirty kiss before Pete made his way back down, this time to Patrick's left thigh.
As he went to put a matching bruise there, Pete knew just how he wanted to spend the rest of his night.
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unfffffff
And it was thiiiiiighs too
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And the first one was really quite adorable too. Thank you very much!!
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Your welcome :) I'm glad you liked them.
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