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"Patrick?" Pete knocks on the door, gently. "Pat, you in there?"
"One sec!"
Pete sighs, leaning against the door. Fall Out Boy had decided, for some unknown reason due only to Pete's eccentricity, to move into a large house along with Panic! At The Disco, Gym Class Heroes and The Academy Is... Pete had thought it would be fun at the time, sort of like one big slumber party, but that was before he'd thought through the implications of sharing one bathroom with over ten other boys - the majority of which need more bathroom time for hair and makeup than the average female.
Deciding he can't wait, he unpins one of his buttons and, by poking the sharp edge through the lock, he manages to wiggle the key loose until it fell to the ground. Success! Patrick won't be doing anything he hasn't seen before, anyway. Locking the door was just a formality, for the boys from the other bands. Pete opens the door, quickly scooping the key up into his pocket and locking the door behind him before Patrick even realizes there's someone else in the room.
"Pete?" Patrick frowns, looking confused. "Wha' goan on?"
Pete can't help smiling at the sight - and sound - of Patrick with a mouth full of foam. The boy had clearly been brushing his teeth before Pete had barged in, and he looks like the cutest thing ever, even cuter than Hemingway. And Pete doesn't think there's much cuter than Hemingway. He realizes Patrick is still waiting for an answer, and decides to reply.
"I needed the bathroom," he says casually, not allowing his voice to give away his thoughts. Patrick knows him better than anyone else, and can always tell what's going through Pete's mind at any given time. Pete usually likes this, but not today, so he takes a tip from George Sanders in 'Village of the Damned' and tries to hide his thoughts behind a brick wall. He figures they'd make Patrick uncomfortable right now, and he can think of much better ways to do that.
He checks again that the door is locked before sitting down on the toilet seat and watching Patrick finish brushing his teeth. Before he rinses, Pete lightly dabs his finger in the foam surrounding Patrick's mouth and lets it dissolve and fizz on his own tongue. Mmm, spearmint. Patrick looks a little surprised - he'll never fully accept Pete's odd behaviour as 'the norm', and spits.
"Why did you do that?" he asks, slightly confused. "My saliva was all mixed into it."
"I know." Pete smirks, allowing just a little insinuation to creep into his tone, and Patrick grins.
"Whatever, man." Patrick walks over to the door, Pete's eyes following him all the way and he can't help but let his smirk grow wider as he pinpoints the exact moment that Patrick realizes the door is locked and, well, Pete has the key.
"You know," Pete says conversationally, standing up and heading over to Patrick, "if this was some trashy yaoi film then I'd go all matriarchal on you right about now." He can tell Patrick has no idea what he's talking about, and decides it would be in his best interests to elaborate. "See, I have all the power here and you're basically trapped. So I'm thinking I could be all, 'Hurr, do what I say!' and you'd have no choice."
"Theoretically, I'd still have a choice," Patrick begins thoughtfully, but Pete shakes his head.
"No, you're not getting it. Say I decided to, I don't know, refuse to let you out until you kissed me, because that's what they do in these yaoi flicks, right? You'd have to, because otherwise you'd be trapped in here with me, maybe even forever!" he adds in a dramatic voice, widening his eyes for extra effect.
Patrick frowns. "But I'd still have the choice of doing it or being trapped. People always have choices."
"Technically, I s'pose you would," Pete agrees, moving closer and almost leaning over Patrick, "but would you be prepared to make that choice? It's one of those endless Which Is Worse? Situations."
"If we're still talking theoretically then I'd have to say being trapped in here forever would be worse than kissing you," Patrick muses, unaware of the fact that Pete's stomach has just turned upside down. "What if was the other way around, and I was the one with the power?"
"Then the entire situation would have changed," Pete replies logically. "You wouldn't hold that against me, because I'm the naturally dominant one. Instead, you'd just give me the key when I asked and I'd never have to make the choice."
"I don't think I'd react in that way," Patrick argues, and Pete realizes that he's actually getting turned on by this. He flushes slightly, and continues to give his attention to what Patrick is saying. "I have reason to believe that I'd manipulate the power in much the same way as you would. In fact, why not give me the key and see?"
"Aha, no! Because I don't believe that you'd use it in order to have something over me," Pete answers, clutching the key tightly in his hand. "I think that if I gave you it, you'd just unlock the door and walk out, and I'm not content to let that happen."
"Wait. Are we still talking metaphorically or are you in fact referring to the real life situation?" Patrick counters, and Pete pulls a face.
"Shit. Now I'm confused. How about this; you kiss me. Sounds like a good idea, right?"
And Patrick does. Pete is completely unprepared for this. No one ever takes him seriously and to be honest, he doesn't expect them to. He sort of enjoys the way no one knows if he's joking; it means he can say his deepest thoughts or exactly what he's thinking, and no one can figure him out. Mind you, he thought he had Patrick figured out, and then, well... Patrick goes and does something like this.
Not, of course, that Pete is complaining.
Finally Patrick pulls away, a tiny smile on his face. "Well. How about that?"
Pete smirks. "Emotionally or physically?"
This time Patrick rolls his eyes, and kisses Pete again. This time Pete thinks he is prepared for it, and he is slightly, but he's still taken aback by the sheer force of it. And not only that, but holy shit, Patrick's a good kisser! He pushes the other boy back against the wall but, contrary to what he originally thought, Patrick isn't prepared to let Pete be the dominant one. Soon the two are throwing each other around, still attached at the mouth, until they end up in a weird yet comfortable position that involves Pete arched over the toilet and Patrick sort of straddling him.
Pete can't help thinking how hot this must look but resists the urge to try and take pictures on his Sidekick - he knows Patrick would abhor it if those pictures leaked onto the internet, although he's sure they'd be the most searched thing by far. Their make out session is suddenly interrupted by a loud splash, and Patrick manages to tear himself away from Pete.
"What was that?"
Pete pats his pockets urgently, then glances up at Patrick. "The key?"
Patrick rolls his eyes again, although he can't help thinking that he should've known better than to let Pete look after it anyway. The only reason that Hemingway isn't dead yet is that Patrick insists on checking on him every day.
"Looks like we'd better break the door down... or, at least, try and break the lock off."
Pete pouts, looking oh so adorable. "You don't want to just stay in here?"
"You do?" Patrick asks, looking shocked, and Pete nods. He'd hoped that Patrick would feel the same way. "Well, I guess we could if you really want... I just thought this would be more comfortable in your bedroom--"
He winces as Pete enthusiastically throws himself at the door. There's a loud crash and it sounds painful but hey, he's got them out of there.
And it's only afterwards that Pete wonders how he could ever have thought that Patrick wouldn't be the dominant one.