Angel of Mine
fic: Angel of Mine
author:
fall_out_nurse
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
rating: R for swearing and sex
summery: So you’re like an angel?
disclaimer: I DON'T OWN FALL OUT BOY, PETE, OR PATRICK! This never happened, and Patrick isn't an angel (I think)
A/N: This fic was inspired by a conversation between
josiemus_primeand kittygrenade. The title is also a song by Monica.
“What the hell is that Patrick?” Pete stuttered out prior to a concert backstage.
“What’s what?” Patrick asked slowly readjusting the towel that was sitting slightly offside on his head while acting all coy about his answer
“ Don’t play coyly naive with me Patrick Martin Stumph”
“It’s just the overhead lights shining off my bald spot stupid” as he lumbered off to find a soda and take Penny for her bathroom break.
“No it’s not” Pete shot back with a grin and slowly snuck up behind Patrick while grabbing the towel from his head. And with that a brilliant light shone from Patrick’s head “ho shit what the fuck is that thing”
“It’s my halo. Okay? I’ve had for like ever but can you please not tell people I have one.” Patrick stage whispered
But Pete being Pete wasn’t listening and was staring at the blinding glory of Patrick Stump’s halo while belting out a horrid rendition of “Halo”. “So you’re like an angel?”
“I don’t have wings Pete, so no I just have a halo” Patrick replied while quickly trying to put the towel back on his head but the halo pushed it back on to the floor. “What the fuck was that?” Then Patrick heard a voice in his head that said “you can’t keep me covered anymore, I’m done with the hats and I’m especially done with the towel.”
Pete looked over at Patrick, “did you hear that too?”
“My Halo talking to me oh yay I heard it” and Patrick Stuffed a hat onto his head “and stay on bitch” he told it.
*the next morning*
“PETER MOTHER FUCKING WENTZ WHERE DID YOU HIDE MY HATS, THE TOWELS AND ANY DAMN THING I COULD USE TO COVER MY HALO” Patrick screamed as he wandered around their house searching for something; anything to cover the blindingly glowing halo that had suddenly sprouted from his head again.
“I hid it” was all Pete said staring lovingly at Patrick "and the halo it makes you look lovelier plus it looks happier freely floating here."
“I hate this thing”
“But why?” Pete whined “with it we don’t need to buy lamps, or light bulbs we just let it float freely”
“whatever Wentz, I’m taking a shower and DON”T follow me in I want time alone to think about what I’m going to do to you if there are no towels when I step out of the shower.” As Patrick walked into the bathroom slowly pulling off his boxer to reveal his alabaster ass and shutting the door behind him.
The door flew open 30 seconds later, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE!?!?!?!” Patrick asked running out the bathroom naked, it took Pete another to figure out why Patrick was having a shit fit
“Dude, you have wings little chicken wing sized wings but they’re wings” Pete said with a smirk as his hands slowly pulled down his boxers, “it kinda turns me on Tricky. Let’s get you dirty before you get clean”
Patrick looked over at Pete and started to get excited himself. So they do what any crazy young people in love would do if one of them sprouted wings; yes they had hot passionate mind numbing sex. Or at least that’s what they started to do when Pete’s eyes bugged out of his head. “What the fuck are you staring at now Wentz?” Patrick demand when Pete stopped his thrusting and left Patrick hungering for more.
“Uh…uh… Patrick you can FLY!” Pete stammered
“No I can't you fuck…. I AM 10 FEET OF THE BED PETE FUCKING PULL ME DO0WN”
And Pete did as he was told since an angry horny Patrick is not a happy Patrick or one who will give you a blow job. But the flying gave Pete another idea. “So Patrick do you think you can have sex on a cloud?”
By now Patrick had come down, “Yeah I guess we could try but we’d be naked in the sky, where people could see us and what about the baby birds I don’t want to ruin their innocence.”
“oh please Patrick please we can find spot where no one and nothing can see us okay?” while these were the words that came out of Pete’s mouth we all know he was really thinking that sex with Patrick on a cloud would mean everyone would know Patrick was his.
“Fine but I get to pick the cloud”
“Fine” Pete agreed reluctantly
So Patrick grabs Pete and flings him on his back all harlequin romance novel style. Jumping out the window taking to the sky looking for the perfect cloud one that is big and fluffy. Well surrounded by other clouds for protection of planes and baby birds. But Pete being Pete wants the first cloud he sees a little wispy cloud that wouldn’t protect them from shit. “I’ll drop you faster than a hot potato if you even suggest that cloud Wentz” as Patrick floated gracefully above it to the next cloud which was huge and fluffy. “Perfect, no one can see us and you get your cloud”
“So how is this going to work because I want me inside you and well I’m on top”
“I could ride you”
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, WELL GOD DID GIVE YOU THOSE INSANE THIGHS FOR A REASON”
“Oh, don’t be cute Wentz” Patrick muttered as he switched positions with Pete.
“So can we do this every day?” thrusting back on Patrick
“No this was a one time. Fuck” Patrick hissed as he came in Pete, “well maybe this can be a weekly occurrence IF there’s good clouds”
Pete just smiled up at Patrick and enjoyed the view of his angel.
author:
fall_out_nurse
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
rating: R for swearing and sex
summery: So you’re like an angel?
disclaimer: I DON'T OWN FALL OUT BOY, PETE, OR PATRICK! This never happened, and Patrick isn't an angel (I think)
A/N: This fic was inspired by a conversation between
josiemus_primeand kittygrenade. The title is also a song by Monica.
“What the hell is that Patrick?” Pete stuttered out prior to a concert backstage.
“What’s what?” Patrick asked slowly readjusting the towel that was sitting slightly offside on his head while acting all coy about his answer
“ Don’t play coyly naive with me Patrick Martin Stumph”
“It’s just the overhead lights shining off my bald spot stupid” as he lumbered off to find a soda and take Penny for her bathroom break.
“No it’s not” Pete shot back with a grin and slowly snuck up behind Patrick while grabbing the towel from his head. And with that a brilliant light shone from Patrick’s head “ho shit what the fuck is that thing”
“It’s my halo. Okay? I’ve had for like ever but can you please not tell people I have one.” Patrick stage whispered
But Pete being Pete wasn’t listening and was staring at the blinding glory of Patrick Stump’s halo while belting out a horrid rendition of “Halo”. “So you’re like an angel?”
“I don’t have wings Pete, so no I just have a halo” Patrick replied while quickly trying to put the towel back on his head but the halo pushed it back on to the floor. “What the fuck was that?” Then Patrick heard a voice in his head that said “you can’t keep me covered anymore, I’m done with the hats and I’m especially done with the towel.”
Pete looked over at Patrick, “did you hear that too?”
“My Halo talking to me oh yay I heard it” and Patrick Stuffed a hat onto his head “and stay on bitch” he told it.
*the next morning*
“PETER MOTHER FUCKING WENTZ WHERE DID YOU HIDE MY HATS, THE TOWELS AND ANY DAMN THING I COULD USE TO COVER MY HALO” Patrick screamed as he wandered around their house searching for something; anything to cover the blindingly glowing halo that had suddenly sprouted from his head again.
“I hid it” was all Pete said staring lovingly at Patrick "and the halo it makes you look lovelier plus it looks happier freely floating here."
“I hate this thing”
“But why?” Pete whined “with it we don’t need to buy lamps, or light bulbs we just let it float freely”
“whatever Wentz, I’m taking a shower and DON”T follow me in I want time alone to think about what I’m going to do to you if there are no towels when I step out of the shower.” As Patrick walked into the bathroom slowly pulling off his boxer to reveal his alabaster ass and shutting the door behind him.
The door flew open 30 seconds later, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE!?!?!?!” Patrick asked running out the bathroom naked, it took Pete another to figure out why Patrick was having a shit fit
“Dude, you have wings little chicken wing sized wings but they’re wings” Pete said with a smirk as his hands slowly pulled down his boxers, “it kinda turns me on Tricky. Let’s get you dirty before you get clean”
Patrick looked over at Pete and started to get excited himself. So they do what any crazy young people in love would do if one of them sprouted wings; yes they had hot passionate mind numbing sex. Or at least that’s what they started to do when Pete’s eyes bugged out of his head. “What the fuck are you staring at now Wentz?” Patrick demand when Pete stopped his thrusting and left Patrick hungering for more.
“Uh…uh… Patrick you can FLY!” Pete stammered
“No I can't you fuck…. I AM 10 FEET OF THE BED PETE FUCKING PULL ME DO0WN”
And Pete did as he was told since an angry horny Patrick is not a happy Patrick or one who will give you a blow job. But the flying gave Pete another idea. “So Patrick do you think you can have sex on a cloud?”
By now Patrick had come down, “Yeah I guess we could try but we’d be naked in the sky, where people could see us and what about the baby birds I don’t want to ruin their innocence.”
“oh please Patrick please we can find spot where no one and nothing can see us okay?” while these were the words that came out of Pete’s mouth we all know he was really thinking that sex with Patrick on a cloud would mean everyone would know Patrick was his.
“Fine but I get to pick the cloud”
“Fine” Pete agreed reluctantly
So Patrick grabs Pete and flings him on his back all harlequin romance novel style. Jumping out the window taking to the sky looking for the perfect cloud one that is big and fluffy. Well surrounded by other clouds for protection of planes and baby birds. But Pete being Pete wants the first cloud he sees a little wispy cloud that wouldn’t protect them from shit. “I’ll drop you faster than a hot potato if you even suggest that cloud Wentz” as Patrick floated gracefully above it to the next cloud which was huge and fluffy. “Perfect, no one can see us and you get your cloud”
“So how is this going to work because I want me inside you and well I’m on top”
“I could ride you”
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, WELL GOD DID GIVE YOU THOSE INSANE THIGHS FOR A REASON”
“Oh, don’t be cute Wentz” Patrick muttered as he switched positions with Pete.
“So can we do this every day?” thrusting back on Patrick
“No this was a one time. Fuck” Patrick hissed as he came in Pete, “well maybe this can be a weekly occurrence IF there’s good clouds”
Pete just smiled up at Patrick and enjoyed the view of his angel.