Fic 3
Title: Be my teddybear?
Author: therathasspoken
Betawhy_am_i
Rating: G. Possibly barely edging on PG, because of one naughty word.
Pairing: Platonic Pete/Patrick. Implied Pete/Ashlee.
POV: Omnipresent
Summary: Pete can’t sleep. The obvious solution to this problem? Patrick.
Disclaimer: don’t own. Please don’t sue me for borrowing your toys and writing FICTIONAL stories with them.
Author Notes: Written in one of my anthropology lecture, a piece of epically fluffy fluff to make me smile.
Patrick was jolted awake by someone crawling into his bunk.
“…huh? Have I…did I…um, oversleep?” Patrick asked groggily. The band were due to leave on a flight to Australia the next morning.
But no, Patrick had not overslept; it was just Pete. Pete as nobody ever saw him. Well, except for Patrick, and Ashlee. Patrick blinked the sleep from his eyes and sat up.
“I miss the little guy,.” Pete said conversationally, as if it wasn’t ass o’clock in the morning and he hadn’t just woken Patrick up.
“Hmm? Well it’s…” Patrick scrabbled sleepily beneath the blankets for his phone, “…4:29am here. So it’s …um…just on 8:30am at home with the little guy. So why not call and talk to him?”
“But I’ll wake Ashlee.”
“Will she mind?”
“Fuck knows.” Pete said tiredly. “Oh, pattycake, I just want to sleep,” Pete continued, his famed, carefully quaffed fringe now tousled and smushed from too many hours spent tossing and turning.
“How long has it been since you’ve slept, Pete?” Patrick said, beginning to wake up properly now, despite himself.
“I dunno, man.” Pete inexplicably giggled.“You know what? I should just leave you alone so you can go back to sleep. I’ll probably pass out on the couch sometime anyway. Night man,” he continued, as he tidied his fringe anxiously with his fingers and made to climb out of Patrick’s bunk.
“Pete.” Patrick said as he grabbed Pete’s arm to prevent his escape.
“Pattycake?” Pete asked.
“mmm?” Patrick queried, fumbling for his glasses.
“All I want to do is sleep” Pete said, visibly deflating as all the fight went out of him.
“I know man, I know. Come here.” Patrick replied sleepily, brushing a hand through his already sleep tousled hair.
Pete flopped down onto the bed beside Patrick, quickly burrowing under the still-warm covers. Patrick lay down next to Pete, threw an arm over him and made soothing noises under his breath.
Pete’s breath soon slowed and he snuggled closer to Patrick in his sleep. Patrick grinned sleepily, Pete was like a kitten when he slept, constantly seeking warmth. Patrick’s bunk was a bit of a squish at the best of times, and with Pete snuggled so close he didn’t really have any space to call his own, but Patrick didn’t mind. He took a second to enjoy the moment, before sleep reclaimed him, too.
Cuddled together, both men slept soundly for the few hours before the various
alarms, both mechanical and Zach-shaped, started going off.
Author: therathasspoken
Betawhy_am_i
Rating: G. Possibly barely edging on PG, because of one naughty word.
Pairing: Platonic Pete/Patrick. Implied Pete/Ashlee.
POV: Omnipresent
Summary: Pete can’t sleep. The obvious solution to this problem? Patrick.
Disclaimer: don’t own. Please don’t sue me for borrowing your toys and writing FICTIONAL stories with them.
Author Notes: Written in one of my anthropology lecture, a piece of epically fluffy fluff to make me smile.
Patrick was jolted awake by someone crawling into his bunk.
“…huh? Have I…did I…um, oversleep?” Patrick asked groggily. The band were due to leave on a flight to Australia the next morning.
But no, Patrick had not overslept; it was just Pete. Pete as nobody ever saw him. Well, except for Patrick, and Ashlee. Patrick blinked the sleep from his eyes and sat up.
“I miss the little guy,.” Pete said conversationally, as if it wasn’t ass o’clock in the morning and he hadn’t just woken Patrick up.
“Hmm? Well it’s…” Patrick scrabbled sleepily beneath the blankets for his phone, “…4:29am here. So it’s …um…just on 8:30am at home with the little guy. So why not call and talk to him?”
“But I’ll wake Ashlee.”
“Will she mind?”
“Fuck knows.” Pete said tiredly. “Oh, pattycake, I just want to sleep,” Pete continued, his famed, carefully quaffed fringe now tousled and smushed from too many hours spent tossing and turning.
“How long has it been since you’ve slept, Pete?” Patrick said, beginning to wake up properly now, despite himself.
“I dunno, man.” Pete inexplicably giggled.“You know what? I should just leave you alone so you can go back to sleep. I’ll probably pass out on the couch sometime anyway. Night man,” he continued, as he tidied his fringe anxiously with his fingers and made to climb out of Patrick’s bunk.
“Pete.” Patrick said as he grabbed Pete’s arm to prevent his escape.
“Pattycake?” Pete asked.
“mmm?” Patrick queried, fumbling for his glasses.
“All I want to do is sleep” Pete said, visibly deflating as all the fight went out of him.
“I know man, I know. Come here.” Patrick replied sleepily, brushing a hand through his already sleep tousled hair.
Pete flopped down onto the bed beside Patrick, quickly burrowing under the still-warm covers. Patrick lay down next to Pete, threw an arm over him and made soothing noises under his breath.
Pete’s breath soon slowed and he snuggled closer to Patrick in his sleep. Patrick grinned sleepily, Pete was like a kitten when he slept, constantly seeking warmth. Patrick’s bunk was a bit of a squish at the best of times, and with Pete snuggled so close he didn’t really have any space to call his own, but Patrick didn’t mind. He took a second to enjoy the moment, before sleep reclaimed him, too.
Cuddled together, both men slept soundly for the few hours before the various
alarms, both mechanical and Zach-shaped, started going off.