Fic- Jealous Guy
Pairing :Pete/Patrick
Summary:It wasnt that Pete didnt trust Patrick, becuase he did.
Rating:pg-13
“Hi, you’ve reached Patrick. Leave me a message, and I will get back to you.”
Pete was slightly anxious, Patrick still wasn’t picking up almost two hours later.
“Hey man. It’s me, again. Don’t you think ‘trick that, its kind of childish to be ignoring me like this? Do you remember who I am? I’m Pete Wentz, you can’t hide from me.”
It all began when Pete decided he needed to watch Patrick, to see exactly what he gets up to when Pete might not be looking.
It wasn’t that Pete didn’t trust Patrick, because Pete did (or he tried to), it was that Pete didn’t trust other people to not hit on Patrick.
In the beginning it had been a little boring watching Patrick, mainly because Patrick was all about music. Really, Pete never witnessed Patrick get up to anything remotely bad (alright, there was this one time when he didn’t wash his hands after pissing, but that’s all Pete had.)
So Pete was left feeling slightly disappointed. He was disappointed because Pete had spent a long while watching, hiding behind sofas and palm trees. Not even one guy had tried to hit on him.
Pete tried not to be outraged at this massive injustice of no-one noticing Patrick, because hello! He’s all soft skin, pink cheeks, rainbows and not to mention a mouth made for porn.
Also, Patrick is what makes Pete’s heart thump fast, is what Pete loves so much he would gladly die without.
And for no-one else to see what Pete sees makes him feel strangely mad that not one single person has attempted to pick up his boyfriend.
“Hi, you’ve reached Patrick. Leave me a message, and I will get back to you.”
“Dude,” Pete began. “I can find one thing wrong with that message, the whole I will get back to you part? Because, Patrick I’m still waiting.”
Oh, shit. Pete forgot to tell him he was sorry. Again.
“Hi, you’ve reached Patrick. Leave me a message, and I will get back to you.”
“Man I’m a douche. I forgot to tell you I’m sorry for being an asshole. Call me.”
It should also come as no surprise, that when someone actually shows interest in Patrick, that Pete gets fucked off.
As Pete watches Patrick being interviewed by some tool from E! He can’t help but notice the reporter moving closer to Patrick, slowly, inch by inch.
“So Patrick, tell me, how does it feel to perform to packed venues each night?” The reporter asks.
Patrick glances at Pete before answering, “Uh, it’s great. It’s every child’s fantasy to grow up and be a rock star.”
Pete casts a shrew glance across at the woman as she throws here head back laughing, leaving her neck exposed.
“You’re funny. Has anyone ever told you that?” she asks, sweeping her hair to her shoulder.
Was this woman serious?
“Actually yes,” Pete cuts in, ignoring the warning in Patrick’s eyes. “I tell him everyday,” Pete squints. Trying to read her name tag, “Stacey. I tell him every morning when I wake up, next to him.”
“He’s just kidding. Aren’t you Pete?” Patrick asks, forcing a smile.
“Yeah, I’m really not Stacey. I’m not kidding. When I wake up next to him I say, ‘Patrick, baby, you’re so funny.”
Pete definitely doesn’t miss the glare Patrick sends him, while he wrings his hands together his lap.
“Oh, well that’s nice.” Stacey flinches under Pete’s eyes.
Pete then watches as the woman moves farther back from Patrick, her eyes darting between both men, suddenly understanding.
“Hi, you’ve reached Patrick. Leave a message, and I will get back to you.”
“……….. Patrick. Dude, I already said I was sorry.” Pete knew he sounded slightly petulant and a lot obnoxious, “What can I say to make things better?”
Pete would be the first to admit to anyone that that he was a jealous guy.
Pete didn’t like the feeling he got when he would see someone else make Patrick smile; the clench in his stomach, the lump in his throat, his sweaty palms.
“Baby, you need to realize that when you love someone you need to be able to trust them too,” his mother had once told him.
But Pete hadn’t always been this way. He hadn’t always had to second guess, he never felt the need to jump to conclusions, but that was a life before Jeanae.
Jeanae was a female Pete, maybe that was the problem. She would always be playing games to get reactions, only wanting Pete to take notice in the beginning.
She had no problem letting bob whatshisface hang off of her. She had no problem letting anyone fawn over her, buy her gifts and stroke her hair
Jeanae especially had no problem letting Pete see these men do these things.
“You look like a slut.” Pete shouts, while his heart aches.
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you Pete.”
Public scenes were there thing. It was always done on a large scale; there would be name calling, yelling, crying, smeared eye liner and heated accusations.
Jeanae’s argument was, “You don’t care Pete. I’m just trying to make you feel.”
Pete’s argument was always, “Why do you want me to feel like that? Feel like my life is shattering?”
She made him this way, jealous and calculating.
“Hi, this is Patrick. If your name is Pete, please, stop taking up all the space on my voicemail.”
“Patrick, when did you change your message? More importantly, if you found the time to change you message, why couldn’t you call me? Anyway, I’m an asshole, but I’m your asshole. And I’m really sorry for hurting you. Come home soon ok? I miss you. Call me. Please.”
The reason Pete had been leaving message after message, was that he had kind of lost all control when he watched Spencer watch Patrick.
It had really started about six months ago when Pete had started to notice Spencer’s eyes sparkle when Patrick would talk.
It had been about two months ago when Pete watched Spencer light up whenever Patrick would smile at him.
It had been two weeks ago when Pete had flinched when Spencer had ran his fingers up and down Patrick’s arm.
It had been three hours ago when the shit hit the roof.
“Patrick, you look so pretty,” Spencer grins. “You look all flushed and cute.”
Patrick had thought it would be a great idea to bring Ryan and Spencer to breakfast.
“Uh, what do you mean?” Patrick blushes, looking nervously at Pete.
“I like it when your cheeks turn pink.”
“What about me Spence?” Ryan asks, “I’m pretty.”
“Yeah you are man. But Patrick is out of this world pretty.”
Pete watches still, as Spencer leans forward to capture Patrick’s hand in his own, his fingers stroking Patrick’s skin.
In that instant Pete launches himself across the table, tackling Spencer to the ground, his arms swinging while his legs are flying.
Ryan rushes to Spencer’s side, trying to push Pete off of him, but it was no use. Pete has always been a dirty fighter; a knee to the groin, teeth bighting, fists flying. Pete tended to wrap his legs around his opponent and hold on for dear life.
And this time was no different.
Pete at once calms down when he notices Patrick’s hands at his waist, pulling him off Spencer.
“What’s wrong with you Pete?” Spencer asks, looking ruffled.
“What’s wrong with me? Maybe it’s the fact that you’re hitting on my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Ryan gasps
“Yes, my boyfriend. I don’t about you Spencer, but I don’t enjoy watching some guy hit on my man.”
Pete can hear Patrick gasp behind him. Patrick is suddenly clinging to his back, holding both of Pete’s arms behind his back.
“Come on Pete, were leaving.” Patrick grabbed roughly at Pete’s arms, “He may not look like it Spence, but he is really sorry. And Pete will be apologizing to you very soon.”
When Patrick had managed to drag Pete outside of the diner, he looked at him angrily waiting for an explanation.
“Well?” Patrick asks
“Well what? If you’re not going to protect our relationship, then I will.”
Pete hadn’t deliberately bated him, it just happened that way.
“What are you trying to say, Pete? What, that I don’t care?” Patrick shakes his head, “of course I want to protect our relationship.”
“If you love him why don’t you marry him?”
“Asshole” Patrick mutters before walking away.
“Hi you’ve reached Patrick. I have an asshole boyfriend who I love and will see very soon.”
“I hope your talking about me.” Pete began, “If your not, well I wish you all the best for the future. Or whatever.”
Pete was busy feeling sorry for himself when Patrick climbed into their bed, beside him.
“So, tell me again about how you hope I will be happy in the future with my new asshole boyfriend.”
Pete can’t help the sniffle that fills the silence after Patrick’s statement, “I mean it Patrick. I just want you to be happy.”
Patrick leans down and kisses Pete softly, “You’re the only asshole boyfriend I want or need. You make me happy.”
“What do you mean?” Pete wasn’t expecting that.
“I mean, that I still love you, but you need to cut out this jealous bullshit.”
“Anything Patrick. I will do anything.”
“You also need to call Spencer and apologize for biting and hurting him.”
Pete clung tight to his Patrick, holding tight just incase he changed his mind.
“This is Spencer. Leave a message.”
“So, I guess I’m sorry I punched you in the face, Spence.”
Summary:It wasnt that Pete didnt trust Patrick, becuase he did.
Rating:pg-13
“Hi, you’ve reached Patrick. Leave me a message, and I will get back to you.”
Pete was slightly anxious, Patrick still wasn’t picking up almost two hours later.
“Hey man. It’s me, again. Don’t you think ‘trick that, its kind of childish to be ignoring me like this? Do you remember who I am? I’m Pete Wentz, you can’t hide from me.”
It all began when Pete decided he needed to watch Patrick, to see exactly what he gets up to when Pete might not be looking.
It wasn’t that Pete didn’t trust Patrick, because Pete did (or he tried to), it was that Pete didn’t trust other people to not hit on Patrick.
In the beginning it had been a little boring watching Patrick, mainly because Patrick was all about music. Really, Pete never witnessed Patrick get up to anything remotely bad (alright, there was this one time when he didn’t wash his hands after pissing, but that’s all Pete had.)
So Pete was left feeling slightly disappointed. He was disappointed because Pete had spent a long while watching, hiding behind sofas and palm trees. Not even one guy had tried to hit on him.
Pete tried not to be outraged at this massive injustice of no-one noticing Patrick, because hello! He’s all soft skin, pink cheeks, rainbows and not to mention a mouth made for porn.
Also, Patrick is what makes Pete’s heart thump fast, is what Pete loves so much he would gladly die without.
And for no-one else to see what Pete sees makes him feel strangely mad that not one single person has attempted to pick up his boyfriend.
“Hi, you’ve reached Patrick. Leave me a message, and I will get back to you.”
“Dude,” Pete began. “I can find one thing wrong with that message, the whole I will get back to you part? Because, Patrick I’m still waiting.”
Oh, shit. Pete forgot to tell him he was sorry. Again.
“Hi, you’ve reached Patrick. Leave me a message, and I will get back to you.”
“Man I’m a douche. I forgot to tell you I’m sorry for being an asshole. Call me.”
It should also come as no surprise, that when someone actually shows interest in Patrick, that Pete gets fucked off.
As Pete watches Patrick being interviewed by some tool from E! He can’t help but notice the reporter moving closer to Patrick, slowly, inch by inch.
“So Patrick, tell me, how does it feel to perform to packed venues each night?” The reporter asks.
Patrick glances at Pete before answering, “Uh, it’s great. It’s every child’s fantasy to grow up and be a rock star.”
Pete casts a shrew glance across at the woman as she throws here head back laughing, leaving her neck exposed.
“You’re funny. Has anyone ever told you that?” she asks, sweeping her hair to her shoulder.
Was this woman serious?
“Actually yes,” Pete cuts in, ignoring the warning in Patrick’s eyes. “I tell him everyday,” Pete squints. Trying to read her name tag, “Stacey. I tell him every morning when I wake up, next to him.”
“He’s just kidding. Aren’t you Pete?” Patrick asks, forcing a smile.
“Yeah, I’m really not Stacey. I’m not kidding. When I wake up next to him I say, ‘Patrick, baby, you’re so funny.”
Pete definitely doesn’t miss the glare Patrick sends him, while he wrings his hands together his lap.
“Oh, well that’s nice.” Stacey flinches under Pete’s eyes.
Pete then watches as the woman moves farther back from Patrick, her eyes darting between both men, suddenly understanding.
“Hi, you’ve reached Patrick. Leave a message, and I will get back to you.”
“……….. Patrick. Dude, I already said I was sorry.” Pete knew he sounded slightly petulant and a lot obnoxious, “What can I say to make things better?”
Pete would be the first to admit to anyone that that he was a jealous guy.
Pete didn’t like the feeling he got when he would see someone else make Patrick smile; the clench in his stomach, the lump in his throat, his sweaty palms.
“Baby, you need to realize that when you love someone you need to be able to trust them too,” his mother had once told him.
But Pete hadn’t always been this way. He hadn’t always had to second guess, he never felt the need to jump to conclusions, but that was a life before Jeanae.
Jeanae was a female Pete, maybe that was the problem. She would always be playing games to get reactions, only wanting Pete to take notice in the beginning.
She had no problem letting bob whatshisface hang off of her. She had no problem letting anyone fawn over her, buy her gifts and stroke her hair
Jeanae especially had no problem letting Pete see these men do these things.
“You look like a slut.” Pete shouts, while his heart aches.
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you Pete.”
Public scenes were there thing. It was always done on a large scale; there would be name calling, yelling, crying, smeared eye liner and heated accusations.
Jeanae’s argument was, “You don’t care Pete. I’m just trying to make you feel.”
Pete’s argument was always, “Why do you want me to feel like that? Feel like my life is shattering?”
She made him this way, jealous and calculating.
“Hi, this is Patrick. If your name is Pete, please, stop taking up all the space on my voicemail.”
“Patrick, when did you change your message? More importantly, if you found the time to change you message, why couldn’t you call me? Anyway, I’m an asshole, but I’m your asshole. And I’m really sorry for hurting you. Come home soon ok? I miss you. Call me. Please.”
The reason Pete had been leaving message after message, was that he had kind of lost all control when he watched Spencer watch Patrick.
It had really started about six months ago when Pete had started to notice Spencer’s eyes sparkle when Patrick would talk.
It had been about two months ago when Pete watched Spencer light up whenever Patrick would smile at him.
It had been two weeks ago when Pete had flinched when Spencer had ran his fingers up and down Patrick’s arm.
It had been three hours ago when the shit hit the roof.
“Patrick, you look so pretty,” Spencer grins. “You look all flushed and cute.”
Patrick had thought it would be a great idea to bring Ryan and Spencer to breakfast.
“Uh, what do you mean?” Patrick blushes, looking nervously at Pete.
“I like it when your cheeks turn pink.”
“What about me Spence?” Ryan asks, “I’m pretty.”
“Yeah you are man. But Patrick is out of this world pretty.”
Pete watches still, as Spencer leans forward to capture Patrick’s hand in his own, his fingers stroking Patrick’s skin.
In that instant Pete launches himself across the table, tackling Spencer to the ground, his arms swinging while his legs are flying.
Ryan rushes to Spencer’s side, trying to push Pete off of him, but it was no use. Pete has always been a dirty fighter; a knee to the groin, teeth bighting, fists flying. Pete tended to wrap his legs around his opponent and hold on for dear life.
And this time was no different.
Pete at once calms down when he notices Patrick’s hands at his waist, pulling him off Spencer.
“What’s wrong with you Pete?” Spencer asks, looking ruffled.
“What’s wrong with me? Maybe it’s the fact that you’re hitting on my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Ryan gasps
“Yes, my boyfriend. I don’t about you Spencer, but I don’t enjoy watching some guy hit on my man.”
Pete can hear Patrick gasp behind him. Patrick is suddenly clinging to his back, holding both of Pete’s arms behind his back.
“Come on Pete, were leaving.” Patrick grabbed roughly at Pete’s arms, “He may not look like it Spence, but he is really sorry. And Pete will be apologizing to you very soon.”
When Patrick had managed to drag Pete outside of the diner, he looked at him angrily waiting for an explanation.
“Well?” Patrick asks
“Well what? If you’re not going to protect our relationship, then I will.”
Pete hadn’t deliberately bated him, it just happened that way.
“What are you trying to say, Pete? What, that I don’t care?” Patrick shakes his head, “of course I want to protect our relationship.”
“If you love him why don’t you marry him?”
“Asshole” Patrick mutters before walking away.
“Hi you’ve reached Patrick. I have an asshole boyfriend who I love and will see very soon.”
“I hope your talking about me.” Pete began, “If your not, well I wish you all the best for the future. Or whatever.”
Pete was busy feeling sorry for himself when Patrick climbed into their bed, beside him.
“So, tell me again about how you hope I will be happy in the future with my new asshole boyfriend.”
Pete can’t help the sniffle that fills the silence after Patrick’s statement, “I mean it Patrick. I just want you to be happy.”
Patrick leans down and kisses Pete softly, “You’re the only asshole boyfriend I want or need. You make me happy.”
“What do you mean?” Pete wasn’t expecting that.
“I mean, that I still love you, but you need to cut out this jealous bullshit.”
“Anything Patrick. I will do anything.”
“You also need to call Spencer and apologize for biting and hurting him.”
Pete clung tight to his Patrick, holding tight just incase he changed his mind.
“This is Spencer. Leave a message.”
“So, I guess I’m sorry I punched you in the face, Spence.”