Fic: Hush

Jul 28, 2010 20:39

Title: Hush
Band/pairing: Fall Out Boy, Pete/Joe
Rating: PG
Summary: Pete lied down with his arms by his sides and closed his eyes, listening to Joe shift around clumsily until he was lying down. Their arms brushed, and then Pete felt Joe slip his hand into Pete's, threading their fingers together as if that were the natural course of action now that they were so close.
A/N: for my 'silence' kink_bingo prompt. Kind of. Thanks to naotalba for looking this over.


The van ran out of gas at three in the morning in a state whose name Pete couldn't remember. There was a lot of corn around, though. It was the next thing he saw when he woke up, just after a half-crushed merch box and the back of his own hand after he smacked himself in the face trying to rub at his eyes.

Andy had been driving and Patrick was riding shotgun, so it was up to them to walk three miles to the nearest gas station. They'd been gone close to fifteen minutes before Pete gave up the vague hope of getting back to sleep, so he climbed out of the van--taking care not to wake Joe when he closed the door--and up onto its roof.

His heels thunked against the van's roof as he was trying to get settled, and he paused, frozen like a thief that had been caught. No one stalked out of the corn fields with a shotgun, though, and he didn't hear Joe wake up.

Joe woke up anyway, eventually, but by the time he did, Pete was pretty sure it wasn't his fault.

He heard a thump, a muffled curse. "What the fuck?" Joe's voice was still rough, sleep-raspy, and it broke in the middle. "Guys?"

Pete thumped his heel on the van twice and raised a hand in the air, waving it a little.

Joe blinked at the van, then down at his shoes, and then up at Pete before nodding and climbing up. It took a few tries, but Pete was too tired to laugh and just helped haul Joe up the rest of the way.

Pete lied down with his arms by his sides and closed his eyes, listening to Joe shift around clumsily until he was lying down. Their arms brushed, and then Pete felt Joe slip his hand into Pete's, threading their fingers together as if that were the natural course of action now that they were so close.

The van was hard and cold beneath him, but Joe was warm along his side and his palm tingled where it was pressed against Joe's.

"Out of gas?" Joe asked, though a yawn.

Pete hummed. "Very. Very out of gas."

Joe was silent a whole ten seconds (Pete counted) before he said, "We could've done this in there, you know," and squeezed Pete's hand.

"There aren't stars in the van," Pete said, even though his eyes were closed. It was colder outside than it was in the van, though, just cold enough for Joe to press against Pete's side a little closer without thinking, and that made a world of difference. "And I'd miss out on all the corn."

"You're not even looking," Joe pointed out, and when Pete turned his head and blinked his eyes open, Joe was staring at him.

"I like having options, though," he said. It's quiet, but in the way where every little sound was amplified. If he listened hard enough he could hear every bug buzzing, or the whisper of nails on fabric as Joe scratched his knee.

Pete let go of Joe's hand to roll onto his side, facing Joe, and when Joe squinted up at him and started to smile, Pete kissed him.

Joe's mouth was a little stale, but his lips were soft, and he huffed out a laugh that ended in a sigh when Pete bit his lower lip. Pete pressed his hand to Joe's stomach, fingers spread as wide as they could go, covering as much as they could. Pete broke the kiss when one of Joe's hands made it under Pete's shirt, touching his forehead to Joe's instead.

"What--"

"Dude," Pete said, "I'm having a moment."

"Okay," Joe said. "We are totally having a moment." It was a fairly unobtrusive correction, but Pete noticed anyway, and had to smile.

"Yeah, we are. Definitely. So, shut up," he said, and kissed Joe again.

This entry is a clone of a post on dreamwidth. Comment where you wanna.

fall out boy, kink bingo, band!fic

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