New D/s fic.....
Story Title: Present
Story Type: Slash, AU
Characters: Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump
Pairings: Pete/Patrick
Rating: PG-13/NC-17
Fandom: Bandom (FOB)
Series: Scars & Souvenirs: Head Over Tail, Smoke and Mirrors
Disclaimer: Not mine -really, really, really not mine. If you found this by googling your own name, I'd tell you to knock it off, but who am I kidding? If I were famous and people were writing stories about me and my friends, I would totally read that shit, too.
Warnings: Slash, language
Summary: Pete proves -again- that he has good taste. In everything.
A/N: Inspired by a picture prompt from candy_belle; here. Her exact words were: with the prompt anything to do with that glove!! seriously that glove with those eyes is hot . Hope you like this, hun :) This is set in my Scars & Souvenirs 'verse, set after Head Over Tail and Smoke and Mirror.
“Do you like them, 'Trick?” Pete asked softly, his eyes on the small box that was in Patrick's hand.
They weren't in the middle of a scene or anything, but when he came in to give Patrick his present, Pete had settled on the floor next to the bed inside of on it.
Patrick had given him a curious look before taking the box from him. “Your birthday present,” Pete had explained, his voice gleeful.
“Leather,” Patrick commented and smiled slightly. “You've always had a thing for leather,” he went on, absently stroking the fingerless gloves.
Pete made an agreeable noise and wrapped his arm around his Dom's leg. “What can I say -I've got good taste,” he smirked, resting his chin on Patrick's thigh.
Patrick chuckled and moved his hand away from the gloves to tangle in Pete's hair. “I'd agree with you, but that's a little conceited, even for us,” he said, tugging Pete's hair affectionately.
Pete's eyes slid shut for a second but his voice was steady enough when he spoke again. “Us? Conceited? Please -I just call it the way I see it. I'm completely unbiased here. Obviously.”
“Obviously,” Patrick echoed, amused. He looked down at his sub, smiling when he saw Pete's pleased expression.
“Well, I guess it would only be right if I tried them on.”
The words were innocent enough, but Patrick's tone of voice made Pete automatically scramble to his knees, making sure his back was straight even as he linked his hands behind his back and focused his eyes on the ground; that steel edge, the quiet power of Patrick's that made Pete happy to do whatever Patrick wanted, was very much in evidence.
“Good boy,” Patrick murmured and pulled the gloves on. He tilted Pete's chin up and smirked at the slight shudder that went through him as the leather stroked his skin.
“Strip and kneel on the bed. I think it's time we tried out my present, don't you?”
“Yes, Patrick,” Pete moaned and hurried to obey his Dom.
God, he loved birthdays.