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Title: Stage Kisses (1/?)
Pairing:William/Pete (TAI/FOB)
Rating:PG-13 (for kissing and one f-word)
Summary:Will always kisses Pete at the end of his guest spot in Sophmore Slump, so what happens when Fall Out Boy goes on tour without The Academy Is...?
Notes: I want to turn this into a chaptered fic, but only if you guys think it's good enough to continue.
Disclaimer:This is not real. I do not own Pete, William, or any other famous-type people mentioned.
* I don't remember exactly how it started, but I know it must have been sometime during the tour Fall Out Boy did with Midtown, The Academy Is... and Gym Class Heroes. Each night we would perform "Sophmore Slump..." and that's when he would come out to join us. He'd sing his lines, long limbs flailing with no apparent control, put the mic away and then he'd kiss me.
Every night, without fail, before he'd make his exit, he'd kiss me.
At the time, I thought nothing of it. It just became a normal thing. He'd sing, give me a kiss, and leave. I'd continue on with my show as if nothing had happened.
I really didn't realize that it meant anything to me until our next tour. This one was without The Academy Is..., so Patrick would sing his lines, and something didn't feel right. I didn't realize until about a week and a half into the tour what I was missing. It was his kisses. I was so used to getting them, almost looking forward to them during that song that it was a something of a letdown to not recieve them.
I brushed it off, though. The only reason I missed it was because it had become routine. It wasn't because I felt anything for him. At least, that's what I tried to convince myself of.
That whole theory was shot to hell when our tour converged with theirs in Chicago. We had three shows there and they had a couple too, but he made sure to show up at every one of ours and do his part. I got my kisses again.
I realized it was only a temporary situation, but those three shows felt better than the whole tour so far. I suddenly came to the conclusion that I had a problem. I was addicted to William's kisses, or maybe it was just William.
Backstage time together didn't consist of kisses, but it meant just as much to me. We would goof around, playing stupid video games, and challenging each other to some pretty outrageous dares. Sometimes we would talk about how we thought a tour was going or the latest movies we'd seen. Other times, it would just be us. We'd sit there in silence, saying nothing, but communicating everything.
We did all that the very first night we were reunited, falling asleep on a random couch in a dressing room around 1am. When I awoke about two hours later, I realized I couldn't move. The reason for this being that all 6 feet 3 inches of William was sprawled over me. The couch wasn't that large and in our sleep we had somehow shifted so that I lay on the couch and he was basically using me as a full body pillow. Funny thing is, I didn't really mind. In fact, I kind of enjoyed his weight squishing me into the cushions.
I lay there silently running my fingers through his hair, waiting for him to wake up, and wondering why our bandmates had apparently just left us at the venue while they went home to their nice comfortable beds. When he finally woke up, he seemed startled to find himself on top of me and scrambled to remove himself from the compromising position. He ending up landing on his ass on the floor.
I laughed, sitting up and pulling my legs under me, so that he could sit on the couch after he had picked himself up.
"Shut up," he said quietly, slapping me on the knee. "Sorry about...you know, squishing you."
"It's fine." I said simply.
There must have been something in the tone of my voice, cause he looked up at me, those piercing hazel eyes fixing me with a stare. He seemed to be looking for something, trying to understand something about me that I myself couldn't figure out. After a few minutes, I started to get a little freaked out.
"What?" I started, "Did I grow an extra head or something?"
I was searching for something, anything, to break the sudden tension that had filled the space between us.
He shook his head, "No. I'm just thinking."
I was quickly intrigued, as William's thinking was always interesting to hear about. I knew we should be getting our stuff and heading home, but right then, I just wanted to know every thought in his head.
"What'cha thinking 'bout?"
"Oh, nothing much."
"Come on. Tell me, I wanna know," I prodded, sounding like a five year old.
"Really?" he asked, looking a bit skeptical.
For a moment, I wasn't so sure. Sometimes the thoughts in his head had a way of ringing too true or cutting too deep, but I figured there was no backing out now, if I really wanted to figure out why I suddenly had such wierd feelings around him.
"Yeah, I really want to know."
"Okay," he said, scooting a bit closer. "I was just wondering what it would be like," he scooted a bit closer, and our shoulders were touching, "if I acted on my sudden impulse," his face was suddenly mere inches from my own, "and kissed you right now."
Act on that impulse he did, kissing me suddenly. He caught me by surprise and therefore I didn't react in time and he was pulling away, scooting back to his corner of the couch and mumbling apologies.
I couldn't stand it, and for once in my life, I couldn't come up with words to express that and everything else I was feeling, so I did the only thing that I thought could convey it all. I slid down to his end, grasped his chin gently in my hand, and tilted his face back up so that I could kiss him.
It was tentative at first, because neither of us were really sure that the other was truly into it. We quickly realized we were worrying about nothing and the kiss got a little bit hotter. As I went to tangle my hands in his hair, he pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms securely around my middle to keep me in place. Not long after, my tounge was sliding through his parted lips so that I could taste him that much better.
Everything was going amazing, just like a dream for about five minutes. Then we were interrupted by a knock on the door. It seemed that our bandmates hadn't left us completely alone, because two of them were standing right there, mouths agape and eyes wide.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
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So, what did you think? Should I write more or give it up as a stupid idea?
Pairing:William/Pete (TAI/FOB)
Rating:PG-13 (for kissing and one f-word)
Summary:Will always kisses Pete at the end of his guest spot in Sophmore Slump, so what happens when Fall Out Boy goes on tour without The Academy Is...?
Notes: I want to turn this into a chaptered fic, but only if you guys think it's good enough to continue.
Disclaimer:This is not real. I do not own Pete, William, or any other famous-type people mentioned.
* I don't remember exactly how it started, but I know it must have been sometime during the tour Fall Out Boy did with Midtown, The Academy Is... and Gym Class Heroes. Each night we would perform "Sophmore Slump..." and that's when he would come out to join us. He'd sing his lines, long limbs flailing with no apparent control, put the mic away and then he'd kiss me.
Every night, without fail, before he'd make his exit, he'd kiss me.
At the time, I thought nothing of it. It just became a normal thing. He'd sing, give me a kiss, and leave. I'd continue on with my show as if nothing had happened.
I really didn't realize that it meant anything to me until our next tour. This one was without The Academy Is..., so Patrick would sing his lines, and something didn't feel right. I didn't realize until about a week and a half into the tour what I was missing. It was his kisses. I was so used to getting them, almost looking forward to them during that song that it was a something of a letdown to not recieve them.
I brushed it off, though. The only reason I missed it was because it had become routine. It wasn't because I felt anything for him. At least, that's what I tried to convince myself of.
That whole theory was shot to hell when our tour converged with theirs in Chicago. We had three shows there and they had a couple too, but he made sure to show up at every one of ours and do his part. I got my kisses again.
I realized it was only a temporary situation, but those three shows felt better than the whole tour so far. I suddenly came to the conclusion that I had a problem. I was addicted to William's kisses, or maybe it was just William.
Backstage time together didn't consist of kisses, but it meant just as much to me. We would goof around, playing stupid video games, and challenging each other to some pretty outrageous dares. Sometimes we would talk about how we thought a tour was going or the latest movies we'd seen. Other times, it would just be us. We'd sit there in silence, saying nothing, but communicating everything.
We did all that the very first night we were reunited, falling asleep on a random couch in a dressing room around 1am. When I awoke about two hours later, I realized I couldn't move. The reason for this being that all 6 feet 3 inches of William was sprawled over me. The couch wasn't that large and in our sleep we had somehow shifted so that I lay on the couch and he was basically using me as a full body pillow. Funny thing is, I didn't really mind. In fact, I kind of enjoyed his weight squishing me into the cushions.
I lay there silently running my fingers through his hair, waiting for him to wake up, and wondering why our bandmates had apparently just left us at the venue while they went home to their nice comfortable beds. When he finally woke up, he seemed startled to find himself on top of me and scrambled to remove himself from the compromising position. He ending up landing on his ass on the floor.
I laughed, sitting up and pulling my legs under me, so that he could sit on the couch after he had picked himself up.
"Shut up," he said quietly, slapping me on the knee. "Sorry about...you know, squishing you."
"It's fine." I said simply.
There must have been something in the tone of my voice, cause he looked up at me, those piercing hazel eyes fixing me with a stare. He seemed to be looking for something, trying to understand something about me that I myself couldn't figure out. After a few minutes, I started to get a little freaked out.
"What?" I started, "Did I grow an extra head or something?"
I was searching for something, anything, to break the sudden tension that had filled the space between us.
He shook his head, "No. I'm just thinking."
I was quickly intrigued, as William's thinking was always interesting to hear about. I knew we should be getting our stuff and heading home, but right then, I just wanted to know every thought in his head.
"What'cha thinking 'bout?"
"Oh, nothing much."
"Come on. Tell me, I wanna know," I prodded, sounding like a five year old.
"Really?" he asked, looking a bit skeptical.
For a moment, I wasn't so sure. Sometimes the thoughts in his head had a way of ringing too true or cutting too deep, but I figured there was no backing out now, if I really wanted to figure out why I suddenly had such wierd feelings around him.
"Yeah, I really want to know."
"Okay," he said, scooting a bit closer. "I was just wondering what it would be like," he scooted a bit closer, and our shoulders were touching, "if I acted on my sudden impulse," his face was suddenly mere inches from my own, "and kissed you right now."
Act on that impulse he did, kissing me suddenly. He caught me by surprise and therefore I didn't react in time and he was pulling away, scooting back to his corner of the couch and mumbling apologies.
I couldn't stand it, and for once in my life, I couldn't come up with words to express that and everything else I was feeling, so I did the only thing that I thought could convey it all. I slid down to his end, grasped his chin gently in my hand, and tilted his face back up so that I could kiss him.
It was tentative at first, because neither of us were really sure that the other was truly into it. We quickly realized we were worrying about nothing and the kiss got a little bit hotter. As I went to tangle my hands in his hair, he pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms securely around my middle to keep me in place. Not long after, my tounge was sliding through his parted lips so that I could taste him that much better.
Everything was going amazing, just like a dream for about five minutes. Then we were interrupted by a knock on the door. It seemed that our bandmates hadn't left us completely alone, because two of them were standing right there, mouths agape and eyes wide.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
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So, what did you think? Should I write more or give it up as a stupid idea?