Fic: Waiter
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 555
Posted To: peterickfics, patrickxpeter
Betaed By: vengeance_81, xxxticklemehemoxxx
Summary: AU. Patrick is a banquet waiter at Pete's wedding reception.
Disclaimer: Boys are not mine. Song is not mine. Patrick isn't really a banquet waiter.
Notes: Comments are very much adored. Without muses I'll never get things done. =D
Pete turns away from his wife of exactly one hour and thirty minutes, and watches one of the tuxedo-clad banquet waiters clear plates off a table. He has red hair and a black fedora, and Pete’s been watching him on and off throughout the entire reception.
The waiter walks away with a stack of dirty plates, and Pete tunes back into Ashlee’s ongoing gossip session. Right now she’s in the middle of a heated debate of Avon versus Mary Kay with one of her friends.
Pete deems this to be unimportant and seizes the moment to make his escape. “Hey, Ash, I’m going to go talk to one of the waiters,” he says, watching the waiter out of the corner of his eye.
“Okay,” Ashlee replies without even turning to look at Pete. She then plunges back into her makeup dispute.
Pete walks away. He follows the waiter into the bathroom, where he watches the redhead go straight to the sink to wash his hands. As soon as he’s finished, he takes a paper towel from the dispenser and stands there to dry his hands.
Pete approaches him from behind. “Hello,” he says, right into his ear.
The waiter turns his head and gives Pete a small smile. “Hi.” He drops the used paper towel into a trash can.
“Who are you?” Pete inquires, using two of his fingers to stroke the soft skin at the nape of the waiter’s neck.
“Patrick,” he answers. “And you’re the groom?”
“Pete,” the groom corrects him. “You have pretty skin.”
“Oh. Um, thank you?” Patrick asks, a little shyly.
Pete leans his head in closer and smiles against Patrick’s lips. “You’re welcome.”
Patrick’s lips part, but whatever he was about to say gets lost when Pete turns him around and kisses him properly, against the wall. Patrick seems surprised, but he doesn’t make any attempt to break away. Pretty soon, he’s kissing Pete back.
Patrick smells nice, Pete notes, as he twists his fingers in the waiter’s breast pocket. He ignores the little voice in the back of his head that warns him about wrinkling the suit. Patrick places his hands on Pete’s back, almost tentatively, and lets Pete push his thigh between his legs. He makes a soft noise and pulls Pete a little closer.
Pete uses his free hand to cradle the side of the waiter’s face, and gently presses the pads of his fingers against his cheekbone. Patrick pulls the tip of his tongue along the edge of Pete’s teeth, and behind them, the door opens.
“Pete, are you in here?” someone asks. “Ashlee was wondering--” They stop talking and gasp.
Pete breaks the kiss and turns his head, still clutching Patrick’s face and jacket. Pete’s brother, Andrew, is standing in the doorway. His eyes are the size of dinner plates.
“Hi,” Patrick says quietly. He takes his hand off Pete’s back to give Andrew a timid half-wave.
Andrew continues to stare for a moment, then ducks his head and rubs his eyes. When he looks up, the scene hasn’t changed. He’s still for a beat, and then turns and leaves without a word.
Once the door has closed, Pete bows his head and laughs into Patrick’s shoulder. “Poor kid,” he says. “He was probably expecting to see me in here with a girl.”
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 555
Posted To: peterickfics, patrickxpeter
Betaed By: vengeance_81, xxxticklemehemoxxx
Summary: AU. Patrick is a banquet waiter at Pete's wedding reception.
Disclaimer: Boys are not mine. Song is not mine. Patrick isn't really a banquet waiter.
Notes: Comments are very much adored. Without muses I'll never get things done. =D
Pete turns away from his wife of exactly one hour and thirty minutes, and watches one of the tuxedo-clad banquet waiters clear plates off a table. He has red hair and a black fedora, and Pete’s been watching him on and off throughout the entire reception.
The waiter walks away with a stack of dirty plates, and Pete tunes back into Ashlee’s ongoing gossip session. Right now she’s in the middle of a heated debate of Avon versus Mary Kay with one of her friends.
Pete deems this to be unimportant and seizes the moment to make his escape. “Hey, Ash, I’m going to go talk to one of the waiters,” he says, watching the waiter out of the corner of his eye.
“Okay,” Ashlee replies without even turning to look at Pete. She then plunges back into her makeup dispute.
Pete walks away. He follows the waiter into the bathroom, where he watches the redhead go straight to the sink to wash his hands. As soon as he’s finished, he takes a paper towel from the dispenser and stands there to dry his hands.
Pete approaches him from behind. “Hello,” he says, right into his ear.
The waiter turns his head and gives Pete a small smile. “Hi.” He drops the used paper towel into a trash can.
“Who are you?” Pete inquires, using two of his fingers to stroke the soft skin at the nape of the waiter’s neck.
“Patrick,” he answers. “And you’re the groom?”
“Pete,” the groom corrects him. “You have pretty skin.”
“Oh. Um, thank you?” Patrick asks, a little shyly.
Pete leans his head in closer and smiles against Patrick’s lips. “You’re welcome.”
Patrick’s lips part, but whatever he was about to say gets lost when Pete turns him around and kisses him properly, against the wall. Patrick seems surprised, but he doesn’t make any attempt to break away. Pretty soon, he’s kissing Pete back.
Patrick smells nice, Pete notes, as he twists his fingers in the waiter’s breast pocket. He ignores the little voice in the back of his head that warns him about wrinkling the suit. Patrick places his hands on Pete’s back, almost tentatively, and lets Pete push his thigh between his legs. He makes a soft noise and pulls Pete a little closer.
Pete uses his free hand to cradle the side of the waiter’s face, and gently presses the pads of his fingers against his cheekbone. Patrick pulls the tip of his tongue along the edge of Pete’s teeth, and behind them, the door opens.
“Pete, are you in here?” someone asks. “Ashlee was wondering--” They stop talking and gasp.
Pete breaks the kiss and turns his head, still clutching Patrick’s face and jacket. Pete’s brother, Andrew, is standing in the doorway. His eyes are the size of dinner plates.
“Hi,” Patrick says quietly. He takes his hand off Pete’s back to give Andrew a timid half-wave.
Andrew continues to stare for a moment, then ducks his head and rubs his eyes. When he looks up, the scene hasn’t changed. He’s still for a beat, and then turns and leaves without a word.
Once the door has closed, Pete bows his head and laughs into Patrick’s shoulder. “Poor kid,” he says. “He was probably expecting to see me in here with a girl.”