Figure It Out
Title: Figure It Out
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: one-night stands and insecurities
Disclaimer: Not making any profit; Pete and Patrick belong to themselves; this never happened
A/N: A/U. There is no FOB; Pete goes to DePaul and is in Arma Angelus. This was inspired on Thanksgiving when I was driving down to my friends house, listening to FOB's "XO." I'm planning on writing a companion piece to this one based on another of thier songs in a week or so (depending on when I have the time...) Comments are love!
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Yellowish-orange light bounced off the snow banks alongside the parking lot; Pete threw the butt of his cigarette on the asphalt and watched the fire be consumed by the dirty slush. He was leaning against the band’s van and thinking too hard. A light flicking on just out of the corner of his eye caught his attention; room 18 was suddenly lit by what Pete assumed to be the bedside lamp. Staring through the thin, sheet-like curtains, Pete watched as the figure in the room stood and pulled on pants and a shirt. The sound of a car going by pulled Pete out of his stupor. Adrenaline suddenly poured into his veins and his stomach twisted as he made a move to the door, palming the keycard in his pocket.
Outside his motel door, he paused, his options flicking through his mind. Before he got the chance to make a decision, the door opened, revealing a compact looking guy with shaggy strawberry blonde hair sticking out from under an ugly grey trucker hat. Pete scratched the back of his head and smiled uncomfortably. “Hey, I was just coming back.”
The guy in the trucker hat crossed his arms and shrugged. “Whatever. I guess… I guess I’ll be leaving now.” He zipped up the front to his brown winter jacket and unhooked his car keys from one of the belt loops on his jeans.
“Wait, can I at least get your number? I mean, we’ll be back here this summer, probably…” Pete pulled his cell phone from his pocket and opened it. “It would suck if I never got to see you again.”
“I bet that’s what you say to all the girls.” The guy laughed without amusement. Pete noticed that his hazel-green eyes didn’t sparkle the way they had earlier that in the night. Despite the guy’s attitude, a blush managed to work its way up his neck as he grabbed Pete’s phone and dialed his own number. “Maybe I’ll see you around then, Pete from Arma Angelus.”
Pete let a genuine grin cross his lips as he saved the contact and tugged on the bill of guy’s hat, pulling him into a deep kiss. “Yeah, I’m looking forward to it.”
[choose love or sympathy]
Six hours earlier, Pete was screaming his heart out too loudly for the PA system, but he didn’t care. It was a Thanksgiving night in a freezing city and he was overjoyed that anyone, much less almost two hundred kids, had shown up for his show. The speakers buzzed into his chest as sweat poured down his face; staring out into the crowd, he was already hard from the energy and the way these kids were jumping up and down trying to keep up with his words. He stumbled over the chorus but recovered by diving off the stage, despite the guard that tried to pull him back behind the barriers. Hands jutted into his ribs and he heard Tim taking over the singing, laughing along into the mic. Someone grabbed his ass while someone else pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of his neck. Tim was screaming for the crowd to bring him back his singer.
Pete somehow survived the show and the crowd and with a glowing smile and slick skin he became suddenly aware that he was packing up the van with the rest of the band. Tim clapped a large hand on Pete’s shoulder, telling him it wasn’t their best show, but it was still great. Pete’s grin diminished before returning, just a bright. “Tonight is everything. Tonight we live.” He watched as Tim just rolled his eyes in amusement. Leaving the bassist to lock up, Pete went back into the club in search of something wet.
“Nice bruise.” Someone spoke into Pete’s ear. The voice was low and loud at the same time. Glancing to his right, Pete found a guy with entrancing hazel eyes and a sinful mouth looking a little unsure of himself.
Pete prods the tender side of his jaw where a fly-away fist accidentally caught him as he was crowd surfing. He leans in a little closer than is probably necessary and speaks directly into the other’s ear. “Yep. Think it’ll get me any sympathy lays?”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need sympathy to get laid.” The guy’s slowly turned a light shade of red. He busied himself with taking a swig from his Mountain Dew can.
Pete had originally planned on talking up these two girls he recognized from the show in Madison but he forgot about as soon as those words left this guy’s mouth. “So what’s your name?”
“Patrick.” He cleared his throat and looked at everyone but Pete.
“I’m Pete. From Arma Angelus.” Pete felt the urge to clarify his intentions even though it made him feel skuzzy and maybe a little cheap. He watched as Patrick licked his lips and flicked his eyes from Pete’s to his mouth and back again. With his lips closed, Pete tongued his canines and cheered a little inside. “You from around here, Patrick?”
“Here. Milwaukee. I, mean, I live here…in Milwaukee.” Patrick ended a little lamely and Pete thought it was cute the way he was stumbling slightly over his words. “Where are you staying?”
Pete moved a little closer. The crowd at the bar was getting a smaller by the minute as the underage kids started to make their way home. “I live in Chicago. But tonight I’m staying at the Super 8 on Howell.” He let his hand rest on the bar next to where Patrick had his around the can; Pete’s fingers edged closer. He eyed the black X’s on the back of Patrick’s hands as he asked him how old he was.
“Nineteen.” Patrick pushed the side of his can in with his thumb, letting it pop back out. His words rushed together. “I look younger. Everyone tells me that.”
Hesitating, Pete thought about asking Patrick to flash his ID so he could make sure. “Hm, nineteen, huh?” His fingers brushed lightly against Patrick’s knuckles. “So what were you planning to do after you left?” The blush and shy smile on Patrick’s face was enough of a prompt for Pete to suggest his own brand of recreation.
[love never wanted me but I took it anyway]
It had started to snow again, falling down in silent showers. The wipers on Patrick’s windshield smeared their fragile perfection into running water. A head, the Super 8 came into view. “I’m working on my bachelors in Poli Sci. DePaul is a pretty good school; I’ve got some great friend there-especially in Phi Beta Rho.”
“You’re in a fraternity?” Patrick sounded a little amused. “You don’t exactly look the type.”
“Hey, I’m actually the president.” Pete arched his eyebrow as Patrick put the car into park. After a few seconds of watching Patrick looking nervous, Pete placed his hand on the younger man’s thigh and asked, “Are you gonna drop me off or are you gonna come inside?” Pete’s eyes tracked Patrick’s adam’s apple as he swallowed.
Patrick nodded, still looking forward at the motel and took off his seatbelt before getting out of the car. At the door, Pete paused and turned around and pulled Patrick close. Their breath came out in crystallized clouds which mingled and floated away. “Mind if I kiss you, Patrick?”
“Uh, sure…” Patrick was cut off by Pete’s mouth. It was soft and hard at the same time. Their mouths slid and teeth bumped once before Pete urged Patrick’s mouth open with his tongue. Patrick made a noise in the back of his throat before pulling away, a little breathy. “Can we go inside?”
Before the door was closed, Pete had Patrick’s jacket off, his own hoodie thrown into a corner of the room, and he was toeing off his shoes. Their lips were crushed together, tongues tangling in the most delicious way. Patrick gripped Pete’s belt loops and let himself be walked backwards to the queen-sized bed. Pete forced Patrick to sit down on the bed as he kneed his way between Patrick’s thighs, dropping down to a kneeling position. He worked at the button on Patrick’s jeans as Patrick leaned forward into the kiss, tipping Pete backwards and ending up straddled on Pete’s hips on the floor. Momentarily forgetting his mission, Pete tangled his hands in the short, choppy hair at the back of Patrick’s head as he appreciated Patrick’s enthusiasm.
Pete pushed Patrick’s shirt off and ran his hands down his sides, stopping to wander over to his small tight nipples to tweak them. The surprised groan Patrick made sent another wave of heat directly to Pete’s groin. He sucked on Patrick’s lower lip, biting at the pliable flesh. His reward came in the form of Patrick rocking his hips over Pete’s hips, grinding down against his erection. Pete finally remembered his prior mission. After a second or two of fumbling, he finally managed to get Patrick’s jeans undone and pulled as far down as possible with Patrick still sitting on him.
“Oh, God. Am I really doing this?” Patrick whispered almost to himself; it was a mixture of lust and something Pete recognized as an actual question. Pete stopped, his hand stuck half way in Patrick’s boxers.
Pete backed off and looked at Patrick. “What’s wrong?” His voice was husky and his dick was straining against his own jeans, wondering why the fun had stalled.
Patrick shook his head and ducked down to kiss him again. Pete let Patrick roll over so he could pull his jeans and underwear all the way off. Once on top, Pete stared down, staring openly at the pale lines of the younger man’s body. He traced the curve of Patrick’s neck with his tongue, following it down to his collar bone where he sucked gently at the delicate skin. Patrick groaned and dipped his fingers below the waist on Pete’s jeans. Jeans, dammit. Pete quickly shimmied out of his skin-tight jeans, once again thankful he didn’t often don underwear. As their entire bodies collided together, Pete shuddered and bit down on Patrick’s beautiful neck. When Patrick clawed at Pete’s waist, pulling him closer, Pete worked his hand down between their bodies to take hold of the other man’s dick.
“Oh, fuck.” Patrick moaned and bucked into Pete’s hand as the older man used his precum for lubrication, thumbing the head.
“Mm, yeah. That’s what we’re gonna do.” Pete purred into Patrick’s ear as he twisted his wrist while sliding his hand up in an agonizingly slow pull. “Baby, I want you so bad. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll feel it two days from now.”
Patrick tensed up. “Mmm…” He sounded unsure of himself.
Pete raised himself above Patrick with his hand either side the younger man’s head. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” He was getting really frustrated by the stopping and starting.
Patrick looked away as he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth. “I…I’ve never really done this before…”
Raising an eyebrow, Pete asked, “What? Never? You-never? Like, with a guy?”
“Um…like never-at all.” It was easy, even in the relative darkness of the motel room, to see the blush working itself up Patrick’s face.
“Fuck.” Pete dropped his head to Patrick’s shoulder. “What the fuck, man.”
Patrick pushed Pete off and looked for his boxers. “Look, sorry if that’s such a big fucking deal. I’m sorry for being a virgin.” Patrick spat the word out with hurt.
Pete grabbed Patrick’s arm. “Wait, I mean, why would you want your first time to be like this?”
“I’m not a girl. I don’t need candles and Celine Dion or whatever.” Patrick started pulling his jeans back on. “Look, just forget this. Forget me. It was stupid.”
Pete watched as Patrick zipped his jeans. “Why me? You don’t even know me.”
“You’re Pete Wentz. You live in Chicago and go to DePaul where you major in Political Science and are the president of Phi Beta Rho.”
Rolling his eyes, Pete asked, “Isn’t there anyone else? Someone who’s not just some guy in a band? This…this isn’t supposed to be a first time kind of hook up. You deserve better than me.”
Patrick looked at him. “There is no one else. I should have never said anything. You don’t want to do this anymore and now I look really stupid.” He stood up.
Following him to the door, Pete forced him to turn around. “No, I really, really want to do this.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Patrick’s, hands gripping Patrick’s waist. When he pulled away, he said, “If you want to do this, I want to.”
“Are you doing this because you feel sorry for me?” Patrick’s voice sounded like it could break. In answer, Pete kissed his way down Patrick’s neck as he grabbed one of his hands and pressed his erection into Patrick’s palm. Curling his hand around Pete’s dick and slowly moving it up and down, Patrick let Pete undo his pants again and push them down.
Pete wasn’t really sure how they finally made it to the bed, but when they did all awkwardness was gone and he had Patrick moaning as he left a hickey on Patrick’s hip. He palmed Patrick’s balls before taking his entire length in his mouth. Moving pass his gag reflex, Pete swallowed and twirled his tongue in designs on the underside of Patrick’s dick. After a minute or so, he moved one of his hands up to Patrick’s mouth pressing his fingers inside. Sucking harder, he and Patrick got in synch. The way Patrick groaned around his fingers made it difficult to keep from just slamming right into Patrick’s ass and riding him till he came.
When he had Patrick good and worked up, Pete pulled his fingers from Patrick’s mouth and slowly massaged the area right outside the younger man’s asshole. Pete wanted to give Patrick as much preparation as possible. Deep throating him now, he worked his index finger inside Patrick. Patrick clamped down on him. Pete licked Patrick’s dick and told him to relax. After managing to work his middle finger in too, he began to scissor them back and forth while still sucking Patrick off.
Patrick hissed and swore when Pete found his prostate. Pete grinned around Patrick’s dick and made sure to keep fingering the little bundle of nerves.
“Oh, shit…shitshitshitshit…” Patrick started trying to buck into Pete’s mouth harder. Pete removed his fingers and moved up Patrick’s body.
“Wanna feel even better?” Pete kissed Patrick hard, biting his tongue, sucking it a little. Patrick nodded. “Mkay, Baby.” Resting his forehead against Patrick’s, he said, “You’re gonna have to trust me and relax. It’ll feel weird and hurt a little at first, but if you stay relaxed, it’ll get so much better.”
“Okay.” Patrick spread his legs a little wider to give Pete more room. “Thanks.”
Into Patrick’s ear, Pete said, “You really don’t have to thank me.” He dropped a kiss onto Patrick’s cheek as he started pushing in. “Baby, relax.” He nuzzled Patrick’s neck, leaving quick kisses as he paused, inch by inch, to let the younger man adjust to the intrusion. Once he was all the way inside, he asked, “Are you okay?” Patrick nodded. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
Patrick moved his hips forward in answer. “Yeah, ready…” He dug his blunt nails into Pete’s back as he started to thrust forward.
The tightness and intensity of the feeling of being inside Patrick almost blindsided Pete; he wanted so badly to let loose and go harder. The restraint he was showing made Pete feel like he deserved some kind of reward. Slowly, he was able to gain momentum as Patrick started to match each thrust, making little seductive noises in the back of his throat. A minute or so after starting, Pete found the little bundle of nerves inside Patrick; Patrick let out an actual scream that sent goose bumps down Pete’s back as the younger man tightened around him and started actually riding his cock in small, quick movements. After that point, Pete made it his goal to never leave that spot.
“Mmmore. Please.” Patrick moaned as he arched and pushed his hips down harder. Pete obliged happily, thrusting deeper and at a faster rate.
“Fuck. Almost. There.” Pete’s fingers twisted in the sheets above Patrick’s head as he knew he was walking that fine line between almost and there. While Pete was busy trying not to come in Patrick, Patrick was already coming on his stomach. It took him by surprise, the way Patrick’s muscles convulsed around his dick finally pushed him over the edge. Quickly, Pete pulled out, letting his seamen spill onto the comforter before he collapsed on the bed beside Patrick. He looked over at Patrick with a silly grin. “You have fun?”
Patrick chuckled. “Yeah. You?”
“Crazy fun.” Pete closed his eyes with a grin. Finding Patrick’s hand in the dark, he twined their fingers together.
[kiss and tell]
Perhaps an hour had passed before Pete woke up to Patrick still sleeping heavily, curled up against his chest. A sinking feeling started to consume Pete. He held his breath as he extricated himself from Patrick’s embrace; as quietly as possible, Pete got dressed and left the motel room. Outside, with the freezing wind hitting his face, Pete exhaled and ran a hand through his hair before falling back against the door and gripping his hair tightly, pulling. He silently yelled at himself. A strangled noise escaped from him before he let go and started walking no where.
He found his cigarette in his hoodie pocket; lighting one, Pete took a long drag. He stared at the expressway and watched the moderately heavy traffic pass him by. It was Black Friday. After taking a turn about the parking lot and almost slipping on patches of ice twice, Pete settled himself against the side of his band’s van.
Why did he do it? Why did he let his dick think for him? But hey, didn’t he always let his dick think for him? Fuck. Pete was so fucked. He’d done a lot of shitty things in his life but this was the first time he had ever taken anyone’s virginity. He’d probably never even see the kid again. Pete’s eyes strayed to the dark window of his room as he took another hit from his cigarette. A slow ache was forming in his chest. There was just something different about this kid, something unique and fragile that caused Pete to want to fight the inevitable.
A/N: Okay, so I know that Pete was never in a fraternity, but this is FICTION so I can pretty much do whatever I want. And I'm pretty sure that Phi Beta Rho isn't a real frat house (and I'm hoping it's not because I'm not trying to offend anyone or whatever), but I just felt like playing about and basing his frat on Fueled By Ramen. :) Oh yeah, I know Patrick isn't actually from Milwaukee too. But, ya know, I needed this for this fic. I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading!