Thanks For The Memories (1/1)
Title: Thanks For The Memories
Author:
bageata
Pairing: Pete Wentz\\Patrick Stump (Mention of Pete\\Gerard Way and Patrick\\Gerard)
POV: THIRD
Disclaimer: FICTIONAL! None of this is actually real, please dont sue.
Rating: Sexual References
Summary: Pete has been having some fun of his own, but how will Patrick take it after realising whats been going on behind his back?
Author's Notes: Sorry for any mistakes. This idea just came to me and im writing it at 11:00 at night, with a sticky keyboard DX
The door slammed shut, and Patrick instantly looked up. He lifted his hands from his lap, and moved them down to the wheels on either side of his chair, pushing himself out of the kitchen.
"Pete? Is that you?" He called quietly, the figure at the door turning to face him.
"Yeah yeah its me." Pete smiled, walking over to Patrick.
"How come you're up so late?" He smiled, ruffling up his friend's hair a little bit.
"I.. I was waiting for you. I couldn't get into bed.." He lied, looking down. Pete walked past, heading over to the fridge.
"Awh, sorry. I would have come home earlierbut.. something came up." He shrugged, pulling out a beer bottle.
"Why so late? And you'd think that if you've been out drinking since 3am that you wouldn't need another.." Still, his voice was quiet and uneasy, turning around to roll into the kitchen.
"Hey! Give me another for my good friend over here!" A dark haired man called to the bartender, having to shout over the loud ambient noises of the dance club.
"No, I really shouldn't, Patrick will be waiting-" Pete was cut off, a glass shoved into his hand.
"Oh alright!" He grinned, gulping down the liquid. "But you better be paying this time!" The second man laughed, finishing his own glass.
"Yeah yeah, Dont worry about it. You're still talking straight!" His voice was a little slurred, and his eyes remained on Pete as another glass was set down in front of him.
"Oh, mustn't have had enough to remain drunk till i got home." He chuckled, popping open the top. Patrick frowned, and moved over to where Pete had just sat down.
"Is it just me? Does your vision have to be blurry every night so the real you, the sober you, wont have to look at me?"
Pete sighed, and put his drink down. "No Pat, i didn't mean it like that. You know i only drink to release stress."
Patrick snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, im sure posing in a pretty little outfit in front of a camera causes stress." He turned his chair around with some difficulty, but Pete quickly stood, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Patrick, please. Im sorry about what i said." He sighed again, kissing his boyfriend's cheek. Pete took his beer from the countertop, and walked around Patrick so they were face to face.
"What about what you did? Are you sorry about that?" Anger began to fill Patrick's voice,and his gaze was still not entirely directed to Pete's eyes.
"Im sorry i lost track of time. I didnt mean for you to wait for so long. I know i was meant to be back by 12-"
"Not that. The other thing." Pete straightened up, now having both their eyes locked. A slight chill ran down his spine, and he gulped silently.
"What thing?"
"You know you looked so hot in the last issue.." The dark haired figure trailed a hand down Pete's cheek, watching him fumble with the hotel room door. Pete giggled a little, causing a slight hiccup.
"Shush, Gerard. Peoples will hear you." He grinned, finally managing to open the pale blue door.
"Then let them listen. You made me hard with that picture with that dog of yours." Pete blushed a little, shutting the door behind them. Gerard stumbled over to the bed, and pulled off his dark jacket while the younger man slowly walked over. He could always manage himself when he was drunk, but Gerard always wanted to let go.
"You really liked it, huh?" He giggled again, and Gerard pulled him down onto the bed.
"You know what thing, Pete. I heard you on the phone to someone. It wasn't a chat about the weather either."
Pete was left speechless, sure that his body language was giving him away from all the nights of heated passion that he ached to keep secret from his lover. He bit his nails, before quickly using the first excuse that was sitting in the back of his drunken mind.
"Ok, you caught me. I know that you dont like my job that much, but it DOES hook me up with some interesting people." He paused for a moment and took a breath, yet suddenly continued when he saw Patrick open his mouth to speak.
"I have to say some things to get my way sometimes. I met a guy, a-and he had the most beautiful watch. We were playing poker, and there was nothing left to bet-"
"I dont see how this has to do with-"
"Let me finish. Anyway, there was n-nothing to bet, and i knew you'd love that watch, so i made him a deal. He played it if i used the rest of my chips. Only p-problem was, i um.. lost." Pete winced when he saw Patricks face. His eyes widened, and his grip on the wheels of his wheelchair tightened.
"How much?"
Pete gulped again, but hesitantly continued.
"Alot.. Thats all you need to know. But! Let me finish." He quickly added when he saw Patrick shake his head.
"No Pete, I cant believe I thought you were cheating, and now i found out you lost all our money. I dont know which is worse."
Pete gasped, crossing his arms. "So you're saying that im just as good as a green note?" Patrick frowned.
"Thats exactly what I'm saying, Pete."
"You know I've got a bofriend.." Pete protested, Gerard having swapped positions with him, now straddling the youner man's hips.
"A boyfriend in a wheelchair. I'll give you fifty bucks." He grinned, pulling Pete's shirt over his head.
"Gerard! I'm not a whore!" He exclaimed, but Gerard only laughed.
"And this isn't whoring?" Pete had no retaliation, and was too drunk to care when Gerard bent down, their naked and sweaty cheats pressing together as they embraced in a sloppy and alcohol tasting kiss.
"But.. Th-the call. I got it back. It was just one call!" Pete whined, moving closer to Patrick and taking his hand, stopping him from moving. Sincerity was in his eyes, pleading for another chance. Patrick sighed, kissing Pete lightly, their lips touching only for a matter of seconds.
"Pete, im sorry. I shouldn't have over reacted.." He looked back down, taking his hand fairly easily from his lover's grip.
"N-no Patrick. I should have at least t-told you." He held back tears, although his eyes glistened with the salty liquid. "I just dont want to lose you.." Patrick nodded, bringing the other man into a hug. After a moment or two, Pete placed his beer back down, deciding to go to sleep sober intsead of passing out.
"Need some help with bed?" He asked, walking with Patrick towards the bedroom. He shook his head, and Pete bent down to kiss him lightly.
"Ok, babe. I'll see you in the morning, wake me up if you need anything." He yawned a little, leaving the door open after walking in the bedroom.
Patrick watched him leave, then pushed himself to the kitchen when he heard Pete collapse onto the bed. He turned the light back on, and grabbed the phone. As quietly as possible, Patrick dialed in the number cemented to his brain, one that he'd never forget, even if he had gotten memory loss.
"Argh.. Who is it?"
"Its me, Patrick. This Gerard?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I didnt realise it was you." The man on the other line yawned, and Patrick heard bed springs squeak, for Gerard must have gotten out of bed.
"I know its a lot later than usual, but I had to wait for my boyfriend to go to sleep."
"Hey, thats cool with me. Parking lot again?"
"Definitly."
The phone hung up, and Patrick turned out the light, rolling back towards the bedroom, smiling to himself. It would be heart breaking if Pete was cheating on him, but they never said anything about Patrick having some fun of his own.
Author:
bageata
Pairing: Pete Wentz\\Patrick Stump (Mention of Pete\\Gerard Way and Patrick\\Gerard)
POV: THIRD
Disclaimer: FICTIONAL! None of this is actually real, please dont sue.
Rating: Sexual References
Summary: Pete has been having some fun of his own, but how will Patrick take it after realising whats been going on behind his back?
Author's Notes: Sorry for any mistakes. This idea just came to me and im writing it at 11:00 at night, with a sticky keyboard DX
The door slammed shut, and Patrick instantly looked up. He lifted his hands from his lap, and moved them down to the wheels on either side of his chair, pushing himself out of the kitchen.
"Pete? Is that you?" He called quietly, the figure at the door turning to face him.
"Yeah yeah its me." Pete smiled, walking over to Patrick.
"How come you're up so late?" He smiled, ruffling up his friend's hair a little bit.
"I.. I was waiting for you. I couldn't get into bed.." He lied, looking down. Pete walked past, heading over to the fridge.
"Awh, sorry. I would have come home earlierbut.. something came up." He shrugged, pulling out a beer bottle.
"Why so late? And you'd think that if you've been out drinking since 3am that you wouldn't need another.." Still, his voice was quiet and uneasy, turning around to roll into the kitchen.
"Hey! Give me another for my good friend over here!" A dark haired man called to the bartender, having to shout over the loud ambient noises of the dance club.
"No, I really shouldn't, Patrick will be waiting-" Pete was cut off, a glass shoved into his hand.
"Oh alright!" He grinned, gulping down the liquid. "But you better be paying this time!" The second man laughed, finishing his own glass.
"Yeah yeah, Dont worry about it. You're still talking straight!" His voice was a little slurred, and his eyes remained on Pete as another glass was set down in front of him.
"Oh, mustn't have had enough to remain drunk till i got home." He chuckled, popping open the top. Patrick frowned, and moved over to where Pete had just sat down.
"Is it just me? Does your vision have to be blurry every night so the real you, the sober you, wont have to look at me?"
Pete sighed, and put his drink down. "No Pat, i didn't mean it like that. You know i only drink to release stress."
Patrick snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, im sure posing in a pretty little outfit in front of a camera causes stress." He turned his chair around with some difficulty, but Pete quickly stood, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Patrick, please. Im sorry about what i said." He sighed again, kissing his boyfriend's cheek. Pete took his beer from the countertop, and walked around Patrick so they were face to face.
"What about what you did? Are you sorry about that?" Anger began to fill Patrick's voice,and his gaze was still not entirely directed to Pete's eyes.
"Im sorry i lost track of time. I didnt mean for you to wait for so long. I know i was meant to be back by 12-"
"Not that. The other thing." Pete straightened up, now having both their eyes locked. A slight chill ran down his spine, and he gulped silently.
"What thing?"
"You know you looked so hot in the last issue.." The dark haired figure trailed a hand down Pete's cheek, watching him fumble with the hotel room door. Pete giggled a little, causing a slight hiccup.
"Shush, Gerard. Peoples will hear you." He grinned, finally managing to open the pale blue door.
"Then let them listen. You made me hard with that picture with that dog of yours." Pete blushed a little, shutting the door behind them. Gerard stumbled over to the bed, and pulled off his dark jacket while the younger man slowly walked over. He could always manage himself when he was drunk, but Gerard always wanted to let go.
"You really liked it, huh?" He giggled again, and Gerard pulled him down onto the bed.
"You know what thing, Pete. I heard you on the phone to someone. It wasn't a chat about the weather either."
Pete was left speechless, sure that his body language was giving him away from all the nights of heated passion that he ached to keep secret from his lover. He bit his nails, before quickly using the first excuse that was sitting in the back of his drunken mind.
"Ok, you caught me. I know that you dont like my job that much, but it DOES hook me up with some interesting people." He paused for a moment and took a breath, yet suddenly continued when he saw Patrick open his mouth to speak.
"I have to say some things to get my way sometimes. I met a guy, a-and he had the most beautiful watch. We were playing poker, and there was nothing left to bet-"
"I dont see how this has to do with-"
"Let me finish. Anyway, there was n-nothing to bet, and i knew you'd love that watch, so i made him a deal. He played it if i used the rest of my chips. Only p-problem was, i um.. lost." Pete winced when he saw Patricks face. His eyes widened, and his grip on the wheels of his wheelchair tightened.
"How much?"
Pete gulped again, but hesitantly continued.
"Alot.. Thats all you need to know. But! Let me finish." He quickly added when he saw Patrick shake his head.
"No Pete, I cant believe I thought you were cheating, and now i found out you lost all our money. I dont know which is worse."
Pete gasped, crossing his arms. "So you're saying that im just as good as a green note?" Patrick frowned.
"Thats exactly what I'm saying, Pete."
"You know I've got a bofriend.." Pete protested, Gerard having swapped positions with him, now straddling the youner man's hips.
"A boyfriend in a wheelchair. I'll give you fifty bucks." He grinned, pulling Pete's shirt over his head.
"Gerard! I'm not a whore!" He exclaimed, but Gerard only laughed.
"And this isn't whoring?" Pete had no retaliation, and was too drunk to care when Gerard bent down, their naked and sweaty cheats pressing together as they embraced in a sloppy and alcohol tasting kiss.
"But.. Th-the call. I got it back. It was just one call!" Pete whined, moving closer to Patrick and taking his hand, stopping him from moving. Sincerity was in his eyes, pleading for another chance. Patrick sighed, kissing Pete lightly, their lips touching only for a matter of seconds.
"Pete, im sorry. I shouldn't have over reacted.." He looked back down, taking his hand fairly easily from his lover's grip.
"N-no Patrick. I should have at least t-told you." He held back tears, although his eyes glistened with the salty liquid. "I just dont want to lose you.." Patrick nodded, bringing the other man into a hug. After a moment or two, Pete placed his beer back down, deciding to go to sleep sober intsead of passing out.
"Need some help with bed?" He asked, walking with Patrick towards the bedroom. He shook his head, and Pete bent down to kiss him lightly.
"Ok, babe. I'll see you in the morning, wake me up if you need anything." He yawned a little, leaving the door open after walking in the bedroom.
Patrick watched him leave, then pushed himself to the kitchen when he heard Pete collapse onto the bed. He turned the light back on, and grabbed the phone. As quietly as possible, Patrick dialed in the number cemented to his brain, one that he'd never forget, even if he had gotten memory loss.
"Argh.. Who is it?"
"Its me, Patrick. This Gerard?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I didnt realise it was you." The man on the other line yawned, and Patrick heard bed springs squeak, for Gerard must have gotten out of bed.
"I know its a lot later than usual, but I had to wait for my boyfriend to go to sleep."
"Hey, thats cool with me. Parking lot again?"
"Definitly."
The phone hung up, and Patrick turned out the light, rolling back towards the bedroom, smiling to himself. It would be heart breaking if Pete was cheating on him, but they never said anything about Patrick having some fun of his own.