Its Not A Side Effect of the Cocaine (I'm Thinking It Must Be Love)
Title: It’s Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I’m Thinking It Must Be Love
Bandom: Fall Out Boy
Pairing: Patrick/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Patrick falls in love.
Note: I own Emmy! No stealing her.
Word Count: 3,394
Tours were both Patrick’s favorite part of being in a band, and his least favorite. He loved seeing the fans, loved being on stage, loved performing. He hated sleeping in an empty bed, hated the time between phone calls, IMs, and text messages, hated the weeks he had to go without seeing her. But, soon, it wouldn’t matter, because soon he’d be dragging himself and his duffle into his apartment, the apartment she had moved into the day after she’d graduated over a month ago. The apartment he had yet to really share with her.
‘She’ was his Emmy. He could remember when he would say he’d never date a Fall Out Boy fan. Emmy was different. Yah, she liked the band. But she also liked Patrick, not just Patrick of Fall Out Boy.
He’d met her after a show during the Honda Civic Tour, sometime around three in the morning. They weren’t moving yet; they had enough time to get to the next show. Hemingway had been whining to go outside and Pete had been sleeping, a rare enough occurrence that Patrick had decided to take the puppy out rather than risk his friend waking up.
He’d been surprised that the parking lot hadn’t been completely abandoned. Three girls were walking through, laughing and joking and having a good time, facing away from him. They all wore different merchandise from the concert, one an Academy Is… tour shirt, one a Fall Out Boy hoodie, and the other a (+44) shirt. The girl in the Academy shirt had frozen suddenly, her head jerking around to look at him, jaw dropping.
Patrick was torn. While he loved meeting fans, he really didn’t want to get ambushed alone in the wee hours of the morning wearing his pajamas and carrying a cleanup bag for Hemingway, who was doing his business as far away from Patrick as his leash would allow. At least he was wearing his hat.
The girl had smiled, clearly hesitating on whether to come over or not. Patrick was relieved when she continued with her friends towards the gas station across the street. He cleaned up after Hemingway, threw away the bag, and let the dog back inside. He quickly changed into some more decent clothes and went back outside. The girl deserved at least a hello for being so courteous towards him. A lot of fangirls wouldn’t have cared.
He waited around outside for fifteen minutes, feeling very awkward and stupider with every passing second. Finally, the girls reappeared. The Academy girl smiled at him again and he waved her over. Excitement clear on her face, she pulled the other two with her.
“Hi.” Patrick had said, struggling not to blush.
“Hey… I’m Emmy.” The girl said, not succeeding in her own attempt not to blush. She was squeezing her friends’ hands tightly, Patrick noticed, as if restraining her self from something.
“Jenny.” One of her friends said. She was more than a head taller than Patrick, twisting the string of her Fall Out Boy hoodie nervously.
The last girl blushed brightly. “Um, I’m Amy.”
Patrick nodded his head towards them. “I take it you liked the show?”
Jenny nodded her head earnestly. “My first concert. It was amazing… I got deflowered by Gabe.”
Patrick nearly choked on his own air. “Um, what?”
“No, not like that! Though I wouldn’t say no…” The girl muttered the last part under her breath. She cleared her throat and continued. “I meant concert deflowered.”
“Oh…”
“You were really amazing. I love your voice.” Emmy said softly, blushing and looking down at her feet.
“That’s not all she loves.” Jenny muttered under her breath. Emmy’s blush deepened and she elbowed Jenny in the ribs.
“Yeah, it was really good… Could have done without Paul Wall. His fans are rather… Harsh. And they’re not supportive of the other bands, nor courteous towards the other fans.” Amy added. Patrick was surprised, having thought before that she wouldn’t have said much.
“He’s a good guy.” Patrick shrugged.
“I’m not saying he’s not. His fans just suck.”
Well, that made sense and was perfectly fair. Emmy was staring at him, a look of awe upon her face. When she noticed she’d been caught, her cheeks flamed up again. “Sorry…”
Patrick smiled at her. “Don’t worry about it… So, have you been fans long?”
Emmy shrugged. “A little over a year. I lived a rather sheltered life, so I didn’t get exposure to any decent music until Amy. But, that doesn’t mean I’m not a true fan.” She said, sound slightly defensive.
“I never said you weren’t.” Patrick said softly. Emmy looked up at him and nodded. Patrick cleared his throat, “So, nobody got any FOB shirts?”
A pout formed upon Emmy’s face and Patrick was struck by how adorable the girl looked. “They sold out of Honda Civic shirts and I was too broke to go with anything more than the Clandestine necklace.” She explained, hand flying up to play idly with the black bat hanging around her neck.
Patrick smiled softly. “I’ll be right back.” He said, walking back to the bus. Inside, he moved around silently, quickly locating three shirts floating around. He smiled at the shrill shriek he heard from outside. He didn’t often get that response. Not as often as Pete, at any rate. He searched for several minutes before finding a silver Sharpie and scrawling his name across them, heading back out to the girls after he was finished.
They all grinned happily as he handed them out, Emmy’s smile by far the widest. She ran her thumb across his autograph and looked at him, her eyes wide and dancing. “Can I hug you?”
Patrick laughed and held out his arms. He’d never felt so comfortable with someone he’d just met with the exceptions of Joe and Pete. Emmy flew into them, her arms sliding around his neck as his closed around her waist. Her head nudged his hat slightly as she cuddled into him, her nose brushing against his neck. Little shocks ran through him at the contact and he gasped softly. She sighed happily and the breath that tickled his skin made him shiver.
He pulled away, surprised by the pure happiness on the girl’s face. He’d never seen anyone look so happy just from hugging him. Behind her, her friends rolled their eyes and he had the vague feeling he was missing something.
“Thank you.” Emmy whispered, clutching the shirt close to her chest.
Patrick just smiled and nodded. “I need to go back in and get some sleep. Unlike Pete, I don’t function well on three hours.”
“Sweet dreams.” Emmy said with a smile, backing away. The girls turned and left, heading towards a van with a flat tire. Patrick frowned slightly, but turned and went back inside the bus. He crawled into his bunk and quickly fell asleep, not bothering to change back into his pajamas.
He was awoken by Pete at eight in the morning. “Hey, we’re going to start out soon, so if you want to stretch first…”
Patrick nodded, climbing out of his bunk and stretching. He pulled a hat on; his fingers brushing over the Clandestine one Pete had designed. The one he never really wore. Without really knowing what he was doing, he picked it up and sat back down on his bunk, pulling out a notebook and pen.
A teenage vow in a parking lot. Don’t let tonight do us part.
He scrawled both his cell number and his AIM below it. He was glad Pete had such weird things lying around when he easily found a pin and used it to attach the note to the hat.
Leaving the bus with the hat in his hand, Patrick looked to the van, noticing right away that someone was sitting outside. Patrick approached slowly, able to tell right away from the form that it was Emmy, dressed in black from her pinstripes to her Honda Civic shirt to the black AFI hoodie with its hood drawn up. She was sitting cross-legged in the shadow of the van, bent over a notebook in her lap and her pencil moving rapidly across it.
“Hey.”
Emmy jumped and looked up. “Patrick!”
“I… I just wanted to give you this. We’re heading out, so… Yah. Thanks for coming to the show and supporting us.” Patrick stammered, handing her the hat. Her eyes widened and she reached out shakily to accept it. The moment it was secure in her hands, he turned and walked away. He didn’t have the nerves to wait until she opened the note.
“Patrick, wait!”
Patrick froze, turning to face her. The hat was already on her head as she ran over to him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you… So much. And I won’t let it be the end.”
Patrick blushed and smiled, nodding his head. “Okay… I’ll talk to you later, then.”
Emmy nodded. “Definitely.”
Patrick found himself walking away with a smile.
The first phone call from her had been awkward. Both had been so nervous, the majority of it was them sitting in silence, which caused Pete to roll his eyes and steal the phone. Talking on AIM was easier. As the months passed, they grew closer and closer. They had more in common than Patrick could ever have imagined.
When he called one day to discover it was her seventeenth birthday, he’d felt surprise for two reasons. The first was she hadn’t told him her birthday was coming up, not that he thought to ask, and the second because he hadn’t realized she was so young. Though it took him a bit to get use to the idea that he was falling for a girl that wasn’t exactly of legal age, he eventually realized it didn’t really matter. She was still Emmy, in the end.
After the end of the tour, he’d met up with her again. Their second meeting had been awkward at first, but soon it was like they’d been best friends their entire lives. By the end of the night, Patrick had asked her out, receiving a very delighted “Yes!”
It was hard, having a relationship around tours and shows. Long distance relationships were hard, but somehow they survived it, through ten months. Patrick had demanded the chance to go to Emmy’s graduation, where he meet her parent and was ambushed by a group of girls who recognized him. Emmy had warded them off with glares and annoyed mutterings before hugging him and thanking him for coming. It’d felt good to hug her again.
And that had been a month ago. Today was special, Emmy’s eighteenth birthday. Today, she was legal. He could touch her and it didn’t matter. He could love her without fear of the consequences.
The bus finally came to a stop in front of Pete’s parents’ house and everyone escaped it happily. Pete disappeared inside with Hemingway to greet his parents. Andy carried his bags to his car, which Pete’s dad had picked up earlier that day, while Joe was greeted by his enthusiastic girlfriend. Patrick loaded his bags into Andy’s car, glad his friend had offered him a ride over to his apartment.
“Why not tell Emmy you’re back?”
Patrick shrugged. “I want to surprise her.”
The ride with Andy was done in silence. When you live on a bus with someone for the majority of the year, you don’t feel the need to fill silences with empty words. Patrick liked silences with Andy. They were comfortable. Still, he’d never been so happy to leave Andy behind as he gathered up his bags and carried them up. He unlocked the apartment with his spare key and slipped inside.
Patrick smiled at the small changes he noticed. Emmy’s things had been added to his own and it gave him a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. Dropping his bags onto the couch, he quickly headed to the bedroom, where he was sure Emmy was still sleeping. She was a night owl and wasn’t likely to be awake at seven in the morning during the summer.
Opening the door, he looked inside. The stereo was on; a CD Patrick didn’t recognize playing softly. On the bedside table, next to an alarm clock, Emmy’s glasses were folded up and lying on top of a notebook. Her Clandestine necklace was next to them, along with her hat. The sight made Patrick smile as his eyes finally settled onto Emmy.
She was curled up amongst his dark blue sheets, cuddled into a pillow. Patrick had to stifle his laughter, but was unable to stop the wide grin that formed when he saw she was also cuddling his mini-self close. Her black hair was shorter now and the bangs dyed bright blue. Patrick remembered her telling him about her trip to the salon when she’d gotten it done. She wore only a tee shirt, her usual black, and only the silver signature that was visible told Patrick it was her Honda Civic shirt.
Patrick toed off his shoes and crossed the room. Taking off his hat and hanging it on the hook by the bed that’s purpose was just for his hat, he climbed into bed with her. As he nuzzled his face into the back of her neck, his arm encircled her waist and drew her close. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her and see her smile that beautiful innocent smile, but he could easily settle with sleeping with her in his arms.
A scream woke him and he jerked to the side. “Wha?”
“Oh my God, Patrick!” Emmy squealed, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tight.
Patrick laughed lightly, wrapping his arms around her and returning the hug. “Hey… Happy birthday.”
Emmy blinked. “Wow, it is my birthday, isn’t it?”
Patrick nodded. “Yep, it is.”
Emmy grinned. “I’m eighteen.”
“Yep.” Patrick nodded, kissing her behind the ear.
Emmy laced their fingers together. “Does… Does that mean you’ll make love to me now?”
Patrick’s mouth dried out. He hadn’t thought of that. He wanted to, of course. He loved her. But he was completely terrified of hurting her. “I-I…”
Emmy’s face fell. “If you don’t want to…”
“No, Emmy, it’s not that. I… I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Tricky, I know it will hurt at first… But it’ll get better. And no matter how long we wait, it’s going to hurt.”
“I-I know.”
“So, don’t worry about it, okay? Just love me. I know you’ll take care of me.”
Patrick nodded, reaching out to brush a lock of her hair out of her eyes. “I like your hair.” He said without really meaning to.
Emmy smiled. “Yah? I like yours, too. I never get to see it.”
Patrick made a face, self-consciously raising a hand to cover his bald spot. Emmy laughed and kissed him.
“You are beautiful, my Patrick. All of you; don’t ever doubt it.” She told him, resting her forehead against his.
Patrick blushed and kissed Emmy softly back. “You’re beautiful, too, Emmy.” He whispered against her lips.
“Please, Patrick?”
Patrick swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay.”
He kissed her again, keeping it soft and gentle. He wanted everything about this to be soft and gentle. Loving. The best experience of her life. Her favorite memory. Their tongues met and one of Patrick’s hands slid down over her hip to her bare leg and pulled her closer. Emmy groaned into his mouth, hands clutching at Patrick’s shoulders.
He rolled them over so that she was on her back. Her fingers grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled on it. Patrick allowed her to help him out of the shirt, blushing under her gaze. He knew he didn’t have the world’s best body. He definitely was no Pete Wentz.
Emmy ran her fingers lightly over Patrick’s chest and pudgy stomach. She kissed him softly. “Remember what I said? Beautiful.”
“I know I’m not much to look at, Em.”
“You’re everything to look at, Patrick.”
Emmy cupped his cheek and pulled him down for another kiss, her hand sliding around and her fingers tangling in the locks of hair at the back of his neck. They kissed until Emmy had to pull away for air and even then, Patrick continued to kiss her, trailing his lips along her jaw line to her ear. He bit down gently on her earlobe before moving on to her neck, nipping and kissing his way down.
Emmy reached for Patrick’s belt, fingers fumbling with it. He laughed and helped her with it, kissing away her pout. Together, they ridded him of his jeans, leaving him in his boxers and socks (an image that made Emmy giggle) and Emmy in just her tee and underwear. Feeling rather foolish, Patrick quickly ridded himself of his socks, placing a quick kiss to Emmy’s thigh when he bent over to pull them off. She giggled and pulled him back to her. He caught her lips in his own, his slightly calloused fingers sliding under her shirt to stroke her sides.
“P-Patrick.” Emmy gasped, caught somewhere between wanting to laugh at the tickling sensation and moan at his soft touch.
Patrick smiled, drawing her shirt up and over her head before tossing it aside to join his own. He stared in awe at her and she flushed brightly.
“Don’t just stare, love.”
Patrick chuckled lightly, ducking his head down to bite gently at her collarbone. Emmy moaned softly and arched into him. Smirking against her skin, he placed soft kisses down her sternum before gently taking her nipple into his mouth.
“Patrick!”
His tongue circled around the hard nub before drawing it into his mouth. He sucked lightly, loving the way Emmy’s fingers threaded through his hair and urged him on. His thumbs slipped beneath the elastic of her underwear, drawing them down her thighs. He pulled farther away to completely rid her of them, leaving her completely naked.
Once again, their mouths met. As they kissed gently, Patrick traced random designs into her thigh, slowly sliding his hand higher. Slipping between her legs, he circled her clit with a finger, causing Emmy to gasp and buck her hips. She kissed Patrick with more desperation, hands gripping his shoulders tightly. Fingers moving lower, Patrick slipped one finger into her.
“G-god, Patrick.” Emmy sighed, head falling back.
Encouraged, Patrick thrusted his finger lightly in and out of her before adding another. This time, Emmy winced slightly and Patrick felt the beginning twinges of guilt.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No… I know it can feel good.”
Patrick nodded, continuing to ease two fingers in and out of her until her shaky breaths turned to small moans. He chewed on his lip, eyes darting to the nightstand where he knew was a condom.
“Patrick?”
Patrick kissed her lightly, making up his mind. He reached across and quickly pulled out a condom. He shimmied out of his boxers and rolled on the condom, positioning himself between Emmy’s parted legs.
“Are you sure?”
Emmy nodded. “Yes. I love you, Patrick.”
Patrick leant down to kiss her softly. “I love you, too.” He whispered as he began to enter her, as slowly as was possible for him. At every wince, he paused, waiting until she nodded shakily.
He kissed her again when he was fully sheathed. “You okay?”
Emmy nodded. “Yah… move.”
With a shaky nod, Patrick began to move, keeping his thrusts shallow and gentle. Small, breathy moans escaped from her and he moved faster, more freely. Their lips met in a needy kiss, tongues entwining. Emmy’s moans turned into sharp cries, becoming louder and more frequent as she approached her climax. Patrick could feel his stomach muscles clench as he struggled to hold on to his own impending orgasm.
“P-Patrick!” Emmy cried, her whole body shuddering.
Patrick groaned, biting down hard on his lip as his eyes fluttered shut as he came. Breathing heavily, he withdrew, quickly taking off the condom, tying it off and throwing it away. He pulled Emmy into his arms and kissed her sweaty temple.
“I love you… wa-was it okay?”
Emmy smiled and nodded. “Amazing. I love you, too.”
“Happy birthday.”
Emmy giggled. “Oh, yes. Happy birthday to me.”
Bandom: Fall Out Boy
Pairing: Patrick/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Patrick falls in love.
Note: I own Emmy! No stealing her.
Word Count: 3,394
Tours were both Patrick’s favorite part of being in a band, and his least favorite. He loved seeing the fans, loved being on stage, loved performing. He hated sleeping in an empty bed, hated the time between phone calls, IMs, and text messages, hated the weeks he had to go without seeing her. But, soon, it wouldn’t matter, because soon he’d be dragging himself and his duffle into his apartment, the apartment she had moved into the day after she’d graduated over a month ago. The apartment he had yet to really share with her.
‘She’ was his Emmy. He could remember when he would say he’d never date a Fall Out Boy fan. Emmy was different. Yah, she liked the band. But she also liked Patrick, not just Patrick of Fall Out Boy.
He’d met her after a show during the Honda Civic Tour, sometime around three in the morning. They weren’t moving yet; they had enough time to get to the next show. Hemingway had been whining to go outside and Pete had been sleeping, a rare enough occurrence that Patrick had decided to take the puppy out rather than risk his friend waking up.
He’d been surprised that the parking lot hadn’t been completely abandoned. Three girls were walking through, laughing and joking and having a good time, facing away from him. They all wore different merchandise from the concert, one an Academy Is… tour shirt, one a Fall Out Boy hoodie, and the other a (+44) shirt. The girl in the Academy shirt had frozen suddenly, her head jerking around to look at him, jaw dropping.
Patrick was torn. While he loved meeting fans, he really didn’t want to get ambushed alone in the wee hours of the morning wearing his pajamas and carrying a cleanup bag for Hemingway, who was doing his business as far away from Patrick as his leash would allow. At least he was wearing his hat.
The girl had smiled, clearly hesitating on whether to come over or not. Patrick was relieved when she continued with her friends towards the gas station across the street. He cleaned up after Hemingway, threw away the bag, and let the dog back inside. He quickly changed into some more decent clothes and went back outside. The girl deserved at least a hello for being so courteous towards him. A lot of fangirls wouldn’t have cared.
He waited around outside for fifteen minutes, feeling very awkward and stupider with every passing second. Finally, the girls reappeared. The Academy girl smiled at him again and he waved her over. Excitement clear on her face, she pulled the other two with her.
“Hi.” Patrick had said, struggling not to blush.
“Hey… I’m Emmy.” The girl said, not succeeding in her own attempt not to blush. She was squeezing her friends’ hands tightly, Patrick noticed, as if restraining her self from something.
“Jenny.” One of her friends said. She was more than a head taller than Patrick, twisting the string of her Fall Out Boy hoodie nervously.
The last girl blushed brightly. “Um, I’m Amy.”
Patrick nodded his head towards them. “I take it you liked the show?”
Jenny nodded her head earnestly. “My first concert. It was amazing… I got deflowered by Gabe.”
Patrick nearly choked on his own air. “Um, what?”
“No, not like that! Though I wouldn’t say no…” The girl muttered the last part under her breath. She cleared her throat and continued. “I meant concert deflowered.”
“Oh…”
“You were really amazing. I love your voice.” Emmy said softly, blushing and looking down at her feet.
“That’s not all she loves.” Jenny muttered under her breath. Emmy’s blush deepened and she elbowed Jenny in the ribs.
“Yeah, it was really good… Could have done without Paul Wall. His fans are rather… Harsh. And they’re not supportive of the other bands, nor courteous towards the other fans.” Amy added. Patrick was surprised, having thought before that she wouldn’t have said much.
“He’s a good guy.” Patrick shrugged.
“I’m not saying he’s not. His fans just suck.”
Well, that made sense and was perfectly fair. Emmy was staring at him, a look of awe upon her face. When she noticed she’d been caught, her cheeks flamed up again. “Sorry…”
Patrick smiled at her. “Don’t worry about it… So, have you been fans long?”
Emmy shrugged. “A little over a year. I lived a rather sheltered life, so I didn’t get exposure to any decent music until Amy. But, that doesn’t mean I’m not a true fan.” She said, sound slightly defensive.
“I never said you weren’t.” Patrick said softly. Emmy looked up at him and nodded. Patrick cleared his throat, “So, nobody got any FOB shirts?”
A pout formed upon Emmy’s face and Patrick was struck by how adorable the girl looked. “They sold out of Honda Civic shirts and I was too broke to go with anything more than the Clandestine necklace.” She explained, hand flying up to play idly with the black bat hanging around her neck.
Patrick smiled softly. “I’ll be right back.” He said, walking back to the bus. Inside, he moved around silently, quickly locating three shirts floating around. He smiled at the shrill shriek he heard from outside. He didn’t often get that response. Not as often as Pete, at any rate. He searched for several minutes before finding a silver Sharpie and scrawling his name across them, heading back out to the girls after he was finished.
They all grinned happily as he handed them out, Emmy’s smile by far the widest. She ran her thumb across his autograph and looked at him, her eyes wide and dancing. “Can I hug you?”
Patrick laughed and held out his arms. He’d never felt so comfortable with someone he’d just met with the exceptions of Joe and Pete. Emmy flew into them, her arms sliding around his neck as his closed around her waist. Her head nudged his hat slightly as she cuddled into him, her nose brushing against his neck. Little shocks ran through him at the contact and he gasped softly. She sighed happily and the breath that tickled his skin made him shiver.
He pulled away, surprised by the pure happiness on the girl’s face. He’d never seen anyone look so happy just from hugging him. Behind her, her friends rolled their eyes and he had the vague feeling he was missing something.
“Thank you.” Emmy whispered, clutching the shirt close to her chest.
Patrick just smiled and nodded. “I need to go back in and get some sleep. Unlike Pete, I don’t function well on three hours.”
“Sweet dreams.” Emmy said with a smile, backing away. The girls turned and left, heading towards a van with a flat tire. Patrick frowned slightly, but turned and went back inside the bus. He crawled into his bunk and quickly fell asleep, not bothering to change back into his pajamas.
He was awoken by Pete at eight in the morning. “Hey, we’re going to start out soon, so if you want to stretch first…”
Patrick nodded, climbing out of his bunk and stretching. He pulled a hat on; his fingers brushing over the Clandestine one Pete had designed. The one he never really wore. Without really knowing what he was doing, he picked it up and sat back down on his bunk, pulling out a notebook and pen.
A teenage vow in a parking lot. Don’t let tonight do us part.
He scrawled both his cell number and his AIM below it. He was glad Pete had such weird things lying around when he easily found a pin and used it to attach the note to the hat.
Leaving the bus with the hat in his hand, Patrick looked to the van, noticing right away that someone was sitting outside. Patrick approached slowly, able to tell right away from the form that it was Emmy, dressed in black from her pinstripes to her Honda Civic shirt to the black AFI hoodie with its hood drawn up. She was sitting cross-legged in the shadow of the van, bent over a notebook in her lap and her pencil moving rapidly across it.
“Hey.”
Emmy jumped and looked up. “Patrick!”
“I… I just wanted to give you this. We’re heading out, so… Yah. Thanks for coming to the show and supporting us.” Patrick stammered, handing her the hat. Her eyes widened and she reached out shakily to accept it. The moment it was secure in her hands, he turned and walked away. He didn’t have the nerves to wait until she opened the note.
“Patrick, wait!”
Patrick froze, turning to face her. The hat was already on her head as she ran over to him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you… So much. And I won’t let it be the end.”
Patrick blushed and smiled, nodding his head. “Okay… I’ll talk to you later, then.”
Emmy nodded. “Definitely.”
Patrick found himself walking away with a smile.
The first phone call from her had been awkward. Both had been so nervous, the majority of it was them sitting in silence, which caused Pete to roll his eyes and steal the phone. Talking on AIM was easier. As the months passed, they grew closer and closer. They had more in common than Patrick could ever have imagined.
When he called one day to discover it was her seventeenth birthday, he’d felt surprise for two reasons. The first was she hadn’t told him her birthday was coming up, not that he thought to ask, and the second because he hadn’t realized she was so young. Though it took him a bit to get use to the idea that he was falling for a girl that wasn’t exactly of legal age, he eventually realized it didn’t really matter. She was still Emmy, in the end.
After the end of the tour, he’d met up with her again. Their second meeting had been awkward at first, but soon it was like they’d been best friends their entire lives. By the end of the night, Patrick had asked her out, receiving a very delighted “Yes!”
It was hard, having a relationship around tours and shows. Long distance relationships were hard, but somehow they survived it, through ten months. Patrick had demanded the chance to go to Emmy’s graduation, where he meet her parent and was ambushed by a group of girls who recognized him. Emmy had warded them off with glares and annoyed mutterings before hugging him and thanking him for coming. It’d felt good to hug her again.
And that had been a month ago. Today was special, Emmy’s eighteenth birthday. Today, she was legal. He could touch her and it didn’t matter. He could love her without fear of the consequences.
The bus finally came to a stop in front of Pete’s parents’ house and everyone escaped it happily. Pete disappeared inside with Hemingway to greet his parents. Andy carried his bags to his car, which Pete’s dad had picked up earlier that day, while Joe was greeted by his enthusiastic girlfriend. Patrick loaded his bags into Andy’s car, glad his friend had offered him a ride over to his apartment.
“Why not tell Emmy you’re back?”
Patrick shrugged. “I want to surprise her.”
The ride with Andy was done in silence. When you live on a bus with someone for the majority of the year, you don’t feel the need to fill silences with empty words. Patrick liked silences with Andy. They were comfortable. Still, he’d never been so happy to leave Andy behind as he gathered up his bags and carried them up. He unlocked the apartment with his spare key and slipped inside.
Patrick smiled at the small changes he noticed. Emmy’s things had been added to his own and it gave him a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. Dropping his bags onto the couch, he quickly headed to the bedroom, where he was sure Emmy was still sleeping. She was a night owl and wasn’t likely to be awake at seven in the morning during the summer.
Opening the door, he looked inside. The stereo was on; a CD Patrick didn’t recognize playing softly. On the bedside table, next to an alarm clock, Emmy’s glasses were folded up and lying on top of a notebook. Her Clandestine necklace was next to them, along with her hat. The sight made Patrick smile as his eyes finally settled onto Emmy.
She was curled up amongst his dark blue sheets, cuddled into a pillow. Patrick had to stifle his laughter, but was unable to stop the wide grin that formed when he saw she was also cuddling his mini-self close. Her black hair was shorter now and the bangs dyed bright blue. Patrick remembered her telling him about her trip to the salon when she’d gotten it done. She wore only a tee shirt, her usual black, and only the silver signature that was visible told Patrick it was her Honda Civic shirt.
Patrick toed off his shoes and crossed the room. Taking off his hat and hanging it on the hook by the bed that’s purpose was just for his hat, he climbed into bed with her. As he nuzzled his face into the back of her neck, his arm encircled her waist and drew her close. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her and see her smile that beautiful innocent smile, but he could easily settle with sleeping with her in his arms.
A scream woke him and he jerked to the side. “Wha?”
“Oh my God, Patrick!” Emmy squealed, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tight.
Patrick laughed lightly, wrapping his arms around her and returning the hug. “Hey… Happy birthday.”
Emmy blinked. “Wow, it is my birthday, isn’t it?”
Patrick nodded. “Yep, it is.”
Emmy grinned. “I’m eighteen.”
“Yep.” Patrick nodded, kissing her behind the ear.
Emmy laced their fingers together. “Does… Does that mean you’ll make love to me now?”
Patrick’s mouth dried out. He hadn’t thought of that. He wanted to, of course. He loved her. But he was completely terrified of hurting her. “I-I…”
Emmy’s face fell. “If you don’t want to…”
“No, Emmy, it’s not that. I… I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Tricky, I know it will hurt at first… But it’ll get better. And no matter how long we wait, it’s going to hurt.”
“I-I know.”
“So, don’t worry about it, okay? Just love me. I know you’ll take care of me.”
Patrick nodded, reaching out to brush a lock of her hair out of her eyes. “I like your hair.” He said without really meaning to.
Emmy smiled. “Yah? I like yours, too. I never get to see it.”
Patrick made a face, self-consciously raising a hand to cover his bald spot. Emmy laughed and kissed him.
“You are beautiful, my Patrick. All of you; don’t ever doubt it.” She told him, resting her forehead against his.
Patrick blushed and kissed Emmy softly back. “You’re beautiful, too, Emmy.” He whispered against her lips.
“Please, Patrick?”
Patrick swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay.”
He kissed her again, keeping it soft and gentle. He wanted everything about this to be soft and gentle. Loving. The best experience of her life. Her favorite memory. Their tongues met and one of Patrick’s hands slid down over her hip to her bare leg and pulled her closer. Emmy groaned into his mouth, hands clutching at Patrick’s shoulders.
He rolled them over so that she was on her back. Her fingers grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled on it. Patrick allowed her to help him out of the shirt, blushing under her gaze. He knew he didn’t have the world’s best body. He definitely was no Pete Wentz.
Emmy ran her fingers lightly over Patrick’s chest and pudgy stomach. She kissed him softly. “Remember what I said? Beautiful.”
“I know I’m not much to look at, Em.”
“You’re everything to look at, Patrick.”
Emmy cupped his cheek and pulled him down for another kiss, her hand sliding around and her fingers tangling in the locks of hair at the back of his neck. They kissed until Emmy had to pull away for air and even then, Patrick continued to kiss her, trailing his lips along her jaw line to her ear. He bit down gently on her earlobe before moving on to her neck, nipping and kissing his way down.
Emmy reached for Patrick’s belt, fingers fumbling with it. He laughed and helped her with it, kissing away her pout. Together, they ridded him of his jeans, leaving him in his boxers and socks (an image that made Emmy giggle) and Emmy in just her tee and underwear. Feeling rather foolish, Patrick quickly ridded himself of his socks, placing a quick kiss to Emmy’s thigh when he bent over to pull them off. She giggled and pulled him back to her. He caught her lips in his own, his slightly calloused fingers sliding under her shirt to stroke her sides.
“P-Patrick.” Emmy gasped, caught somewhere between wanting to laugh at the tickling sensation and moan at his soft touch.
Patrick smiled, drawing her shirt up and over her head before tossing it aside to join his own. He stared in awe at her and she flushed brightly.
“Don’t just stare, love.”
Patrick chuckled lightly, ducking his head down to bite gently at her collarbone. Emmy moaned softly and arched into him. Smirking against her skin, he placed soft kisses down her sternum before gently taking her nipple into his mouth.
“Patrick!”
His tongue circled around the hard nub before drawing it into his mouth. He sucked lightly, loving the way Emmy’s fingers threaded through his hair and urged him on. His thumbs slipped beneath the elastic of her underwear, drawing them down her thighs. He pulled farther away to completely rid her of them, leaving her completely naked.
Once again, their mouths met. As they kissed gently, Patrick traced random designs into her thigh, slowly sliding his hand higher. Slipping between her legs, he circled her clit with a finger, causing Emmy to gasp and buck her hips. She kissed Patrick with more desperation, hands gripping his shoulders tightly. Fingers moving lower, Patrick slipped one finger into her.
“G-god, Patrick.” Emmy sighed, head falling back.
Encouraged, Patrick thrusted his finger lightly in and out of her before adding another. This time, Emmy winced slightly and Patrick felt the beginning twinges of guilt.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No… I know it can feel good.”
Patrick nodded, continuing to ease two fingers in and out of her until her shaky breaths turned to small moans. He chewed on his lip, eyes darting to the nightstand where he knew was a condom.
“Patrick?”
Patrick kissed her lightly, making up his mind. He reached across and quickly pulled out a condom. He shimmied out of his boxers and rolled on the condom, positioning himself between Emmy’s parted legs.
“Are you sure?”
Emmy nodded. “Yes. I love you, Patrick.”
Patrick leant down to kiss her softly. “I love you, too.” He whispered as he began to enter her, as slowly as was possible for him. At every wince, he paused, waiting until she nodded shakily.
He kissed her again when he was fully sheathed. “You okay?”
Emmy nodded. “Yah… move.”
With a shaky nod, Patrick began to move, keeping his thrusts shallow and gentle. Small, breathy moans escaped from her and he moved faster, more freely. Their lips met in a needy kiss, tongues entwining. Emmy’s moans turned into sharp cries, becoming louder and more frequent as she approached her climax. Patrick could feel his stomach muscles clench as he struggled to hold on to his own impending orgasm.
“P-Patrick!” Emmy cried, her whole body shuddering.
Patrick groaned, biting down hard on his lip as his eyes fluttered shut as he came. Breathing heavily, he withdrew, quickly taking off the condom, tying it off and throwing it away. He pulled Emmy into his arms and kissed her sweaty temple.
“I love you… wa-was it okay?”
Emmy smiled and nodded. “Amazing. I love you, too.”
“Happy birthday.”
Emmy giggled. “Oh, yes. Happy birthday to me.”