Once You Wish Upon A Star 4/?
Title: When You Wish Upon A Star
Pairing: Peterick
Summary: Pete Wentz is a robot, it's the furture, Patrick Stump is a lonely music geek.
Rated: PG-13
A/N: Longest part yet! -pops the cheap champagne-
Patrick wakes up later than he'd mean to. Pete's not around, so he quickly dresses and grabs his things before heading to see if his mom is still around to take him to school. She asks if he wants breakfast, that Pete must have been up before dawn to make it. Pete is in the kitchen, staring at everything but Patrick's direction. Patrick shakes his head politely and heads to the car.
"Weren't you going to take Pete?" His mother asks. Patrick stays quiet and shakes his head, "You sure?" she asks.
"School banned electronics, I'm sure he counts." The school only banned communicators, they never said anything about androids. Patrick's mom needn't know the difference, she just smiled slightly and started the car.
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School felt like hell, as usual. Classes, lunch, classes, band practice. He liked the last bit, he was in jazz band, drummer. They made him use these electronic plastic tap kits though, it dulled the fun a bit. No one talked to him, the teacher included, apart from a few nods in his direction of approval or whatever it may represent.
He caught the tram home. Pete was in the living room with his mom, Patrick forgot she gets off early on Mondays. She's having tea and Pete's talking animatedly, he even smiles and gestures Patrick to come sit with them. Playing dumb now apparently instead of avoidance, Patrick can work with that.
"I gave Pete directions to that theater I told you about, he looked up some information and they're having a show this weekend, on Saturday."
"There's gonna be a Ramones cover band and two local bands. One of them sounds pretty bad, but the other one has a really cool name: Carousel Mind." Pete looks like he's humming with excitement, and if Patrick thinks about it he probably is.
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The week slid by, Pete would casually try to converse here and there with Patrick but mostly let him alone. It was almost as if Pete didn't remember what he did, but Patrick was okay with that. Maybe he erased the memory for all Patrick could care ( or that's what he told himself). School came and went, and Pete even got Patrick to sit and play him something on his guitar. It was just a short thing he'd been working on and there were no words, but Pete said he'd recorded it anyway. Patrick was starting to wonder how much memory Pete had to keep files on him.
Friday night rolled around quicker than you could spell 'sesquipedalian' (one who uses big words), so...not fast enough. Pete was charging again, flicking through his files and Patrick had been absentmindedly strumming his guitar and waiting for something interesting to happen.
"So, do you want to go to the show tomorrow?" Pete asked, downsizing whatever he had been looking at.
"I don't know." Patrick answered, not really thinking about his reply as much as the feeling of strings sliding across the callousing pads of his fingers.
"Oh, it'd be fun to go. I wanna try crowd surfing."
Patrick mentally laughed at the idea of Pete trying to crowd surf, and he figured he might as well go. He'd wanted to see a live show before, he'd just never really had an offer to go to one where he wouldn't stand lonely in a corner.
"I guess, we could go...Mom wants me out of the house, so it'd make her happy."
Pete beamed so brightly Patrick's face momentarily got set on fire, even more so when Pete replied, "It's a date!" and went back to whatever he was doing.
Patrick accidentally started playing First Date by Blink-182 and really tried not to think about it. Pete said he was cute, twice, but he's programmed to like Patrick. Besides, the rules about human to robot relationships are pretty strict. No one underage, nothing more than physical relationships. People are still trying to get it legalized like gay marriage, but it's not so often that robots and humans fall in 'love'. Patrick doesn't believe in love too much, especially not with sentient androids that can be re-programmed just as easily to kill their lovers.
So basically, Patrick ignores whatever weird thoughts he has about Pete. He focuses on maybe what he'll wear tomorrow night, which hat would look nice with which outfit, if he should shower now or tomorrow before the show or if he should bother showing at all. Pete ends up saying that it was getting late, it was almost 12am.
Patrick nodded in agreement and put his guitar away, trying not to wonder if Pete was looking when he changed for bed. Pete was standing in his chosen corner, looking forlorn, so Patrick said, "I don't mind if you want to watch tv...or mess around on my computer, if you don't want to go on standby."
Pete said something that sounded like 'okay cool', but he ended up running standby anyway from the looks of it.
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Patrick woke up sometime in the early afternoon or late morning, he wasn't sure. All he was aware of was his clothing flying into his face. And upon further inspection Pete standing at his closet, wearing nothing but boxers, repeatedly trying on his shirts before throwing them off again.
Patrick sat up sleepily yawning and rubbing his eyes, "Pete, what're you doing?"
Pete turned around with one of Patrick's favorite shirts pulled halfway down his torso and an expression thoroughly appropriate for the situation. Pete starts to try to explain several times until Patrick burrows back into his warm covers, discreetly not looking at Pete.
"If you want to borrow something why didn't you just ask?" Pete shrugged and pulled the shirt off, bending over and picking up the others that he'd tossed to the ground. Patrick closed his eyes and also didn't look at Pete's ass that was prominently sticking up in the air.
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At around 6 o'clock Patrick's stomach was a little fluttery and he kept re-adjusting his hat. He wasn't really paying attention to the emergency numbers his mom was lecturing him on that she'd also programmed twice over into his phone and kept reminding him that she'd searched around and she doesn't want him in any 'mosh pits'. She said it with an air of slight disgust and and an overtone of concern for her son.
Pete ended up in his own clothing again, but he was wearing a pair of Patrick's bright orange shoes because Patrick couldn't decide if he was going to wear them or the one's he had on, so Pete helped by wearing the other pair.
Patrick's mom went on to give the same information to Pete and he repeated everything back to her, so she stopped worrying out loud and let them go. They took the tram downtown (Pete kept inappropriately talking to people sitting near them and telling them excitedly that he and Patrick were going to a show) and found the old brick building between the swanky night clubs and seedy cafes.
It was just after 7, so the band was still setting up. Between him and Pete, Patrick noted there were only a handful of people there, and a few of them were probably band members. Pete pulled Patrick to the stage and made him stand there and awkwardly converse with The Pinheads and a couple guys from Carousel Mind. Patrick was upset to find out the Ramones cover band did holocore covers of old Ramones songs. Pete kept looking over at some tall guy at the bar, but when Patrick asked him about it he just shrugged.
The band was mostly set up and more people had actually shown up, so they started a bit early. Patrick couldn't quite decipher which song it was supposed to be, and the drummer was way off, but Pete still tried to start a mosh pit.
More people started showing up, and Patrick tried to stay near Pete who kept disappearing randomly and Patrick was starting to consider calling one of the emergency numbers. The last band, the one Pete had just been shouting to him about, Carousel, came on stage. Pete disappeared again.
He showed back up on top of an amp in the middle of a song and jumped into the crowd. Patrick had his eyes closed, pressed against the wall in the back of the room, truly afraid to see Pete hit the floor. There were no gasps of horror, just loud cheering and soon Pete was shouting at him again.
"Patrick! Patrick did you see me, that was awesome! You should try it!" Patrick's eyes flew open to see Pete, hair mussed, clothing dishevelled. Patrick thinks he should look sweaty and be breathing harsh, because even Patrick was doing that and he wasn't partaking in death-defying stunts, but robots don't do either of those things. "Come dance with me!"
Patrick kept trying to pull his arm away from Pete, but apparently Pete did have super strength (or Patrick was really weak, he preferred to assume it was the former). Patrick was pulled into the throng of people moving in no particular direction but seemingly to be going somewhere fast and dangerously.
Patrick didn't want to dance, he never danced, he was not even sure what to do besides flail. Pete though, Pete just pulled him close and moved his hips to the back beat of the bass line in the song. Patrick tried to back away or stand still so Pete would stop, but Pete just slid his arms around Patrick waist and pressed himself closer.
Patrick tried to move with him, keep a rhythm, it was hard though. Especially with the way Pete seemed to be humming against him, channeling the music so fluidly. Patrick was flushed and aroused (there's only so much a 17 year old male can take). He gasps lightly, too quiet behind the noise of the room, when Pete's lips brush his ear.
The song ends though, and Pete's eyes go wide, and he lets go of Patrick and mumbles about using the restroom. Which at first Patrick nods, but then asks 'What?' when he realises, 'oh yeah android'.
Patrick fights his way through the show goers and finds Pete crouched down in a dirty corner in the small bathroom. "Pete?"
Pete's head snaps up far too quickly and he stands, "Do you want to go home? I'm sorry I did that. It was inappropriate and you probably hate me and want me deactivated."
"I-..Pete...it's..." Pete stares expectantly, the dull beat of music and cheering fill the silence. Patrick finally resigns himself, "Yeah, let's go home..I'm not-there's no reason to ..deactivate you, okay?"
Pete just nods and waits for Patrick at the door. They ride back home quietly, but when they walk back in the door and Patricia greets them Pete flies off the handle telling her about how he ..flew off the handle. Patrick's mom fixes him with a stern look as if to say, 'be more careful with your toys'.
When asked how his time was, Patrick mumbled 'fine' and followed Pete to his room. Pete was sitting on the edge of Patrick's bed, picking at the comforter. Patrick had started to notice Pete had little tics, like picking at fabric and gnawing on the tips of his fingers as though biting his nails. Patrick sits next to him without thinking much about it.
"So." Patrick's word filled up the room until it was hard to breathe before Pete finally responded.
"You should really deactivate me. It's the best thing to do in these cases."
"What cases?" Patrick asked almost immediately, brow furrowing.
"I like you, Patrick."
"Yeah, so...you were programmed to-"
"I like you more than I was programmed to." There was a stretch of quiet and Pete was doing a pretty good job at unravelling Patrick's comforter.
"Like...yo-" Patrick started, Pete sighed deeply before turning quickly, cutting Patrick off, cupping his cheeks and kissing Patrick slightly too hard. Patrick made a squeaky noise but didn't push away, instead he tried to move his lips with Pete's. Pete went slow and sweet, like first kisses should be. Although he allowed himself to briefly nip at Patrick's pillowy bottom lip to see if it was really as soft as it looked (it was), before pulling away and dropping his hands.
"Like....I want to be able to kiss you like that again, and kiss you deeper, and let you touch me more and cuddle you at night so I can keep you warm and make sure you're safe when you sleep-"
"Pete." Pete shut up. "Pete, that's...you're right, it's not right. You're just...you probably have a wire crossed or a loose bolt or something, it's okay, we'll fix it-"
"I don't wanna be fixed if that's what you think." Patrick didn't reply, he just stood and went to shower away the show. He tried to make it quick to keep from doing anything that might make things worse. When he came back to his room, Pete was on standby in the corner as though nothing had happened.
Patrick sighed and kept tossing and turning after he got into bed, desperately pushing away memories of Pete's hips crashing like waves into his. Pete's lips pressed tightly against his, and the scrape of his teeth when he pulled away. Patrick wished he could delete tonight forever, or maybe just deactivate himself.
Pairing: Peterick
Summary: Pete Wentz is a robot, it's the furture, Patrick Stump is a lonely music geek.
Rated: PG-13
A/N: Longest part yet! -pops the cheap champagne-
Patrick wakes up later than he'd mean to. Pete's not around, so he quickly dresses and grabs his things before heading to see if his mom is still around to take him to school. She asks if he wants breakfast, that Pete must have been up before dawn to make it. Pete is in the kitchen, staring at everything but Patrick's direction. Patrick shakes his head politely and heads to the car.
"Weren't you going to take Pete?" His mother asks. Patrick stays quiet and shakes his head, "You sure?" she asks.
"School banned electronics, I'm sure he counts." The school only banned communicators, they never said anything about androids. Patrick's mom needn't know the difference, she just smiled slightly and started the car.
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School felt like hell, as usual. Classes, lunch, classes, band practice. He liked the last bit, he was in jazz band, drummer. They made him use these electronic plastic tap kits though, it dulled the fun a bit. No one talked to him, the teacher included, apart from a few nods in his direction of approval or whatever it may represent.
He caught the tram home. Pete was in the living room with his mom, Patrick forgot she gets off early on Mondays. She's having tea and Pete's talking animatedly, he even smiles and gestures Patrick to come sit with them. Playing dumb now apparently instead of avoidance, Patrick can work with that.
"I gave Pete directions to that theater I told you about, he looked up some information and they're having a show this weekend, on Saturday."
"There's gonna be a Ramones cover band and two local bands. One of them sounds pretty bad, but the other one has a really cool name: Carousel Mind." Pete looks like he's humming with excitement, and if Patrick thinks about it he probably is.
_______
The week slid by, Pete would casually try to converse here and there with Patrick but mostly let him alone. It was almost as if Pete didn't remember what he did, but Patrick was okay with that. Maybe he erased the memory for all Patrick could care ( or that's what he told himself). School came and went, and Pete even got Patrick to sit and play him something on his guitar. It was just a short thing he'd been working on and there were no words, but Pete said he'd recorded it anyway. Patrick was starting to wonder how much memory Pete had to keep files on him.
Friday night rolled around quicker than you could spell 'sesquipedalian' (one who uses big words), so...not fast enough. Pete was charging again, flicking through his files and Patrick had been absentmindedly strumming his guitar and waiting for something interesting to happen.
"So, do you want to go to the show tomorrow?" Pete asked, downsizing whatever he had been looking at.
"I don't know." Patrick answered, not really thinking about his reply as much as the feeling of strings sliding across the callousing pads of his fingers.
"Oh, it'd be fun to go. I wanna try crowd surfing."
Patrick mentally laughed at the idea of Pete trying to crowd surf, and he figured he might as well go. He'd wanted to see a live show before, he'd just never really had an offer to go to one where he wouldn't stand lonely in a corner.
"I guess, we could go...Mom wants me out of the house, so it'd make her happy."
Pete beamed so brightly Patrick's face momentarily got set on fire, even more so when Pete replied, "It's a date!" and went back to whatever he was doing.
Patrick accidentally started playing First Date by Blink-182 and really tried not to think about it. Pete said he was cute, twice, but he's programmed to like Patrick. Besides, the rules about human to robot relationships are pretty strict. No one underage, nothing more than physical relationships. People are still trying to get it legalized like gay marriage, but it's not so often that robots and humans fall in 'love'. Patrick doesn't believe in love too much, especially not with sentient androids that can be re-programmed just as easily to kill their lovers.
So basically, Patrick ignores whatever weird thoughts he has about Pete. He focuses on maybe what he'll wear tomorrow night, which hat would look nice with which outfit, if he should shower now or tomorrow before the show or if he should bother showing at all. Pete ends up saying that it was getting late, it was almost 12am.
Patrick nodded in agreement and put his guitar away, trying not to wonder if Pete was looking when he changed for bed. Pete was standing in his chosen corner, looking forlorn, so Patrick said, "I don't mind if you want to watch tv...or mess around on my computer, if you don't want to go on standby."
Pete said something that sounded like 'okay cool', but he ended up running standby anyway from the looks of it.
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Patrick woke up sometime in the early afternoon or late morning, he wasn't sure. All he was aware of was his clothing flying into his face. And upon further inspection Pete standing at his closet, wearing nothing but boxers, repeatedly trying on his shirts before throwing them off again.
Patrick sat up sleepily yawning and rubbing his eyes, "Pete, what're you doing?"
Pete turned around with one of Patrick's favorite shirts pulled halfway down his torso and an expression thoroughly appropriate for the situation. Pete starts to try to explain several times until Patrick burrows back into his warm covers, discreetly not looking at Pete.
"If you want to borrow something why didn't you just ask?" Pete shrugged and pulled the shirt off, bending over and picking up the others that he'd tossed to the ground. Patrick closed his eyes and also didn't look at Pete's ass that was prominently sticking up in the air.
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At around 6 o'clock Patrick's stomach was a little fluttery and he kept re-adjusting his hat. He wasn't really paying attention to the emergency numbers his mom was lecturing him on that she'd also programmed twice over into his phone and kept reminding him that she'd searched around and she doesn't want him in any 'mosh pits'. She said it with an air of slight disgust and and an overtone of concern for her son.
Pete ended up in his own clothing again, but he was wearing a pair of Patrick's bright orange shoes because Patrick couldn't decide if he was going to wear them or the one's he had on, so Pete helped by wearing the other pair.
Patrick's mom went on to give the same information to Pete and he repeated everything back to her, so she stopped worrying out loud and let them go. They took the tram downtown (Pete kept inappropriately talking to people sitting near them and telling them excitedly that he and Patrick were going to a show) and found the old brick building between the swanky night clubs and seedy cafes.
It was just after 7, so the band was still setting up. Between him and Pete, Patrick noted there were only a handful of people there, and a few of them were probably band members. Pete pulled Patrick to the stage and made him stand there and awkwardly converse with The Pinheads and a couple guys from Carousel Mind. Patrick was upset to find out the Ramones cover band did holocore covers of old Ramones songs. Pete kept looking over at some tall guy at the bar, but when Patrick asked him about it he just shrugged.
The band was mostly set up and more people had actually shown up, so they started a bit early. Patrick couldn't quite decipher which song it was supposed to be, and the drummer was way off, but Pete still tried to start a mosh pit.
More people started showing up, and Patrick tried to stay near Pete who kept disappearing randomly and Patrick was starting to consider calling one of the emergency numbers. The last band, the one Pete had just been shouting to him about, Carousel, came on stage. Pete disappeared again.
He showed back up on top of an amp in the middle of a song and jumped into the crowd. Patrick had his eyes closed, pressed against the wall in the back of the room, truly afraid to see Pete hit the floor. There were no gasps of horror, just loud cheering and soon Pete was shouting at him again.
"Patrick! Patrick did you see me, that was awesome! You should try it!" Patrick's eyes flew open to see Pete, hair mussed, clothing dishevelled. Patrick thinks he should look sweaty and be breathing harsh, because even Patrick was doing that and he wasn't partaking in death-defying stunts, but robots don't do either of those things. "Come dance with me!"
Patrick kept trying to pull his arm away from Pete, but apparently Pete did have super strength (or Patrick was really weak, he preferred to assume it was the former). Patrick was pulled into the throng of people moving in no particular direction but seemingly to be going somewhere fast and dangerously.
Patrick didn't want to dance, he never danced, he was not even sure what to do besides flail. Pete though, Pete just pulled him close and moved his hips to the back beat of the bass line in the song. Patrick tried to back away or stand still so Pete would stop, but Pete just slid his arms around Patrick waist and pressed himself closer.
Patrick tried to move with him, keep a rhythm, it was hard though. Especially with the way Pete seemed to be humming against him, channeling the music so fluidly. Patrick was flushed and aroused (there's only so much a 17 year old male can take). He gasps lightly, too quiet behind the noise of the room, when Pete's lips brush his ear.
The song ends though, and Pete's eyes go wide, and he lets go of Patrick and mumbles about using the restroom. Which at first Patrick nods, but then asks 'What?' when he realises, 'oh yeah android'.
Patrick fights his way through the show goers and finds Pete crouched down in a dirty corner in the small bathroom. "Pete?"
Pete's head snaps up far too quickly and he stands, "Do you want to go home? I'm sorry I did that. It was inappropriate and you probably hate me and want me deactivated."
"I-..Pete...it's..." Pete stares expectantly, the dull beat of music and cheering fill the silence. Patrick finally resigns himself, "Yeah, let's go home..I'm not-there's no reason to ..deactivate you, okay?"
Pete just nods and waits for Patrick at the door. They ride back home quietly, but when they walk back in the door and Patricia greets them Pete flies off the handle telling her about how he ..flew off the handle. Patrick's mom fixes him with a stern look as if to say, 'be more careful with your toys'.
When asked how his time was, Patrick mumbled 'fine' and followed Pete to his room. Pete was sitting on the edge of Patrick's bed, picking at the comforter. Patrick had started to notice Pete had little tics, like picking at fabric and gnawing on the tips of his fingers as though biting his nails. Patrick sits next to him without thinking much about it.
"So." Patrick's word filled up the room until it was hard to breathe before Pete finally responded.
"You should really deactivate me. It's the best thing to do in these cases."
"What cases?" Patrick asked almost immediately, brow furrowing.
"I like you, Patrick."
"Yeah, so...you were programmed to-"
"I like you more than I was programmed to." There was a stretch of quiet and Pete was doing a pretty good job at unravelling Patrick's comforter.
"Like...yo-" Patrick started, Pete sighed deeply before turning quickly, cutting Patrick off, cupping his cheeks and kissing Patrick slightly too hard. Patrick made a squeaky noise but didn't push away, instead he tried to move his lips with Pete's. Pete went slow and sweet, like first kisses should be. Although he allowed himself to briefly nip at Patrick's pillowy bottom lip to see if it was really as soft as it looked (it was), before pulling away and dropping his hands.
"Like....I want to be able to kiss you like that again, and kiss you deeper, and let you touch me more and cuddle you at night so I can keep you warm and make sure you're safe when you sleep-"
"Pete." Pete shut up. "Pete, that's...you're right, it's not right. You're just...you probably have a wire crossed or a loose bolt or something, it's okay, we'll fix it-"
"I don't wanna be fixed if that's what you think." Patrick didn't reply, he just stood and went to shower away the show. He tried to make it quick to keep from doing anything that might make things worse. When he came back to his room, Pete was on standby in the corner as though nothing had happened.
Patrick sighed and kept tossing and turning after he got into bed, desperately pushing away memories of Pete's hips crashing like waves into his. Pete's lips pressed tightly against his, and the scrape of his teeth when he pulled away. Patrick wished he could delete tonight forever, or maybe just deactivate himself.