FBDC - Joe +Patrick Fic Part 1
Title: Fuck Buddies Don't Cuddle? (1 of ?)
Author: eyerenderingfan
Rated: R
Pairing: Patrick + Joe
Disclaimer: This is not real. Just a figment of my imagination. I somtimes dream it is real. But it's not. It's not.
Summary: Joe and Patrick agree to be fuck buddies after an incident but can they handle no stirngs attached?
*Authors Note: Read and Enjoy <3
It was something that just seemed to happen.
“What are we doing?” asked Joe, catching himself. Pulling away. This had Wentz written all over it.
The feel of his soft pale skin beneath his palm. His hot wet pretty pink lips puckered. And Joe, Joe was fixated with them. Just a quick glance reminded him that, yeah. He was just tonguing one of his closets friend. Yeaah…this was all Pete. Patrick’s calloused fingers touched his own lips. Only briefly turning to close his eyes. Take things in. ‘This just happened’ and he liked it. No, loved. No…Patrick shook his head. Confused. He turned to face Joe again. Joe, who had his hands stuffed in his jeans. Standing, his head down. Lost in his own thoughts. His eyes fluttered up. Caught. The flush in his cheeks beginning to tinge. Patrick seemed to match him. Turning a cherry complexion.
“Uh…” Patrick cleared his throat nervously. “I think we were kissing.”
Joe ran a hand through his hair. Thinking about Pete. Pete. Joe headed towards the door. Patrick watching in horror. Opening the door, Joe looked down the hall. He was talking to Gabe, Pete I mean. His hands out in front of him as he explained his story as if he could touch it. The grin on his face wide and inviting laughter. Gabe smiling, getting ready to laugh or comment. Both men focused on the words and the conversation. Gabe looked down the hall catching Joe. Gabe’s eyes blinked his amused expression away and turned into concern. Concern that Pete caught. Before Pete could turn and follow Gabe’s eyes, Joe closed the door.
“Pete’s coming” whispered Joe fearfully. “Act normal!” Joe climbed into his bunk as Patrick jumped out.
He pulled on his glasses, forced on his headphones and pulled his Mac on his lap. Patrick knew how red he was looking right about now and unfortunately it wasn’t something he could just turn off. Joe lay back on his pillow, hands beneath his pillow. He looked up at the oak staring back at him. But he didn’t see oak, he saw Patrick. Eyes closed as he drew away from his lips. That was Patrick ten seconds ago. Joe was starting to love Patrick ten seconds ago. He licked his lips, trying to taste whatever remained of Patrick from his lips. He sat there. Thinking about Patrick fifteen seconds ago and what he would look like. When Joe glanced down at his best friend, he was biting his lip, pretending to be into whatever he was doing - most likely garage band- But he couldn’t fool Joe. Joe caught the side look Patrick had made and Joe wasn’t great at guessing games. But he could’ve sworn Patrick was thinking about it. No one just bites their bottom lip in a naughty, wanting, sexy, way like that. Unless, he was thinking about it. The bunkroom door slid open and there stood Pete. Gabe tall and idle behind him. Pete eyed the two. Joe closed his eyes long enough to breath his nerves out.
“What are you guys doing?” Pete was leaned against the door frame now, half lidded and lazy. His arms folded across his chest.
“Trying to sleep dude, you think you can keep your conversation down out there?” Joe fakes anger.
He patted himself on the back mentally for this, ’Not bad’ Pete rolled his eyes than fixed them on Patrick. He hadn’t said a thing, but that was his plan, hence the headphones. But Patrick knew Pete. He knew how much he loved pushing his buttons. Just to see how far he could take things. How deep crimson he can turn.
“Hey ’Trick” Patrick heard him, don’t think he didn’t. “Whatcha doing?”
“Dude, he can’t fucking hear you.” Joe interjected.
“But he can see me.” Patrick’s eyes narrowed on his screen. “And he’s ignoring my presence on purpose.”
“Fuck off Wentz!” Patrick blurted out.
“Ahh! So I was right!” Pete smirked devilishly
“Do you get off on seeing Patrick tick?” Gabe asked with humour first and question later.
“Dude, how can you even ask that?” Joe chuckled with a palm over his eyes.
Gabe shrugged at Joe, winked at Patrick, and pulled Pete a little, encouraging him to leave before he ventured back out to the front of the bus. Pete still stood there eyeing down Patrick.
“Close the door on your way out.” Joe grumbled while pulling the blinds to his bunk shut.
Patrick looked up at Joe’s closed blinds than over at Pete’s eyes. He looked back down at his screen, praying. Just that he would go away. Leave them alone.
“I’m watching you stump” he smiled a toothy, unwanted grin. “Pressed through the key hole I watched you…”
Pete stepped back, sliding the door in front of him. Laughing to himself as he walked down the hall and back into the front of the bus. Patrick looked back up to Joe’s closed blinds.
It was strange how it happened.
One moment they’re sharing headphones, watching Ghostbusters, the next they fallen asleep. Patrick remembering how nice Joe’s chest made as a pillow. Warm and welcoming. Joe’s hand placed comfortably on his hip. Just above his jeans, but just below the seem of his shirt. Just touching his skin enough to please Patrick. Patrick stared dumbly at Joe’s bunk curtains. He couldn’t help it. He prayed it would pull back.
“Maybe we should talk about what just happened” Joe spoke softly, pulling back the blinds - Answering Patrick’s prayers- Joe rolled his eyes when he caught his mothers tone in the phrase.
“If you like, don’t want to talk about it. It’s fine. We can pretend it never happened.” Patrick was looking at his lap where his Mac no longer sat.
“Dude, no I-” Joe stopped, and breathed. He was truly fucking nervous and the last thing he wanted to do was make Patrick feel bad. “I’m sorry, I really do want to talk about this.”
Patrick nodded. Feeling a little to vulnerable at the moment.
“Well…it happened and it wasn’t like…a peck or something.” Patrick took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. Dreading rejection.
“It’s easy to say that we both wanted it, you know.” Joe was breathless with his words. Jumping out of his bunk. “I mean, I did push my tongue in your mouth- which I’m sorry about by the way.” Joe’s apologetic tone settled as he sat next to Patrick in his bunk. Close. Pushing his Mac down the bed, just a little further down.
“No! Dude, no..” Patrick was shaking his head. Scooting closer to Joe. “I liked it until you pulled away…”
“Well, I had to. I totally realised who I was kissing and how much I liked it and…dude, I freaked out.” Joe was watching Patrick fidget with his hat. Touching his hair quickly, always checking if it was still there. Joe smirked at him a little, letting his hand rest on his knee. Patrick looked down at it. It stopped him from fidgeting.
“So what happens now? Cause dude, I don’t own the rule book.”
Joe shrugged.
“We both liked it and …” Joe eyed him briefly “And …we both want to do it again..?”
Patrick nodded hard, mimicking a bobble head. Joe chuckled.
“Sorry” Patrick blushed, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just, I’ve been pretty lonely lately dude and this was pretty sudden. I just…I want this pretty bad I guess.”
Joe nodded. He knew Patrick had been had been pretty hung up on Pete for awhile. It was obvious but he seemed to give up when Ashlee came into the picture. It broke his heart basically. How could Pete be so dumb though? To not see the signs? The symptoms of lust? And Elisa…oh god, we won’t even get into that. Just one disaster after another. Joe knew what he wanted, he just didn’t want to end up hurting Patrick in the process. Before Joe could scramble up words…
“Can I ask you something?” Patrick mustered, fidgeting again with his hat, fingers and shirt. “Don’t take offence to this but…I’m not really ready for a relationship mumbo jumbo. Can we just like, skid all that and have what we’ve just discovered?”
Joe laughed a bit. Patrick just found the sweetest words to ask Joe to be his fuck buddy. Joe couldn’t help the control of his laughter coming out of him. First of all, Patrick stole his idea, his question, his urgency in wanting the situation without the frills. The strings attached if you may. And Joe was completely sold.
“What’s so funny?” Patrick smirked, adjusting the black rimmed frames resting gently on his nose.
“nothing- it’s just…nothing.” Joe shook it off and grinned. “Sure, I’d love to be your fuck buddy.”
Patrick turned completely red.