Drabble #3 & #4
#3
Dedicated: To linzeems for writing the House Lights series (which, I might say, I read at least once a week). Go read it. It's (probably) on her journal or on midnight_party.
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
"The ungrateful, little slob," mumbled Pete as he walked around the kitchen, collecting plastic wrapping and cans from the work surfaces.
It was the third time that week that Pete had been to Patrick's house and the third time that Patrick had locked himself away in his in-house studio to work. Pete refused to go back to his parents house, where he was staying for the two weeks he was in Chicago, until he had spent time with his boy... best... Patrick.
He had managed to hover the entire downstairs of the house, tidy and dust the living room in the time that Patrick has been locked away. Now, he was on the kitchen and was regretting it.
Due, to Patrick's lack of cooking abilities, and the fact that he didn't clean, half of the pots had fluff growing in them and there was this weird black mold on the tiles that Pete wasn't even going to go near.
After a while of scrubbing and grimacing, Pete heard the studio door shut upstairs and the stairs creek. He dropped the plastic bag in the corner and ran out to throw himself over Patrick.
He succeeded in pulling them both to the floor where he climbed onto Patrick's chest and laid down there. Patrick chuckled a little at seeing the other man this excited. He wrapped his arms around Pete and smiled down at him.
"Missed you." Patrick kissed his forehead and let Pete relax on his chest. They could stay like this for a little while.
"You too."
#4
Explanation for this being early: I won't be in tomorrow. I'm at the ballet! So, I figured I'd write it early.
Dedicated: To fcuk_it16 for girl!Joe and Patrick (Living Like Life's Going Out Of Style) and various other parings which I adore. So, you can imagine what this is going to be.
Pairing: girl!Joe/Andy (You were wrong!)
Joe wandered around the bus trying to find any clean clothes. Not just hers, anything clean at all would do. Pete was about her size. One of the problems with feminine hygiene was that she couldn't stand sitting around in stained, sticky clothes for days on end.
She was at least glad that they had the bus instead of that van. As much as she had enjoyed the cramped sleeping quarters, the smell of piss and deodorant and the fact her hair would get stuck to the seats, she didn't miss it.
She walked into the back, to see if any suitcases had been hidden there. However, what she found was Andy watching Star Wars. Or what looked like it.
"Um, hey." Andy jumped at her voice and fumbled, trying to turn the television off. She rolled her eyes and continued searching. She felt Andy's eyes on her and she had never been more aware of the fact she only had a long t-shirt and underwear on.
"It wasn't... you know..." She stood up and turned round to address him.
"It was totally Star Wars porn, Andy. Get over it," she said, looking directly at him. He blushed and turned towards the television again.
Two hours later and he was still blushing at her. She decided enough was enough and when they got the venue, pulling him to the side.
"It's just porn Andy. What's the big deal?" Andy looked away, as if trying to find someone. Pete, or Patrick maybe.
"It's just... it's you." Joe stepped back slightly and tried to catch Andy's eye. "Not 'cause you're a girl, or anything. But, you know..."
Joe didn't know. In fact, she had no clue. Not until Andy stopped talking and looked up at her like a little lost puppy. Not until he stepped forward a little and pressed his cold lips against hers.
"Oh," Joe gasped. "Oh!" She laughed a little and pushed her body close to his. "You could always invite me to join in, you know."
A/N: These aren't beta-ed. Sorry about mistakes.
Dedicated: To linzeems for writing the House Lights series (which, I might say, I read at least once a week). Go read it. It's (probably) on her journal or on midnight_party.
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
"The ungrateful, little slob," mumbled Pete as he walked around the kitchen, collecting plastic wrapping and cans from the work surfaces.
It was the third time that week that Pete had been to Patrick's house and the third time that Patrick had locked himself away in his in-house studio to work. Pete refused to go back to his parents house, where he was staying for the two weeks he was in Chicago, until he had spent time with his boy... best... Patrick.
He had managed to hover the entire downstairs of the house, tidy and dust the living room in the time that Patrick has been locked away. Now, he was on the kitchen and was regretting it.
Due, to Patrick's lack of cooking abilities, and the fact that he didn't clean, half of the pots had fluff growing in them and there was this weird black mold on the tiles that Pete wasn't even going to go near.
After a while of scrubbing and grimacing, Pete heard the studio door shut upstairs and the stairs creek. He dropped the plastic bag in the corner and ran out to throw himself over Patrick.
He succeeded in pulling them both to the floor where he climbed onto Patrick's chest and laid down there. Patrick chuckled a little at seeing the other man this excited. He wrapped his arms around Pete and smiled down at him.
"Missed you." Patrick kissed his forehead and let Pete relax on his chest. They could stay like this for a little while.
"You too."
#4
Explanation for this being early: I won't be in tomorrow. I'm at the ballet! So, I figured I'd write it early.
Dedicated: To fcuk_it16 for girl!Joe and Patrick (Living Like Life's Going Out Of Style) and various other parings which I adore. So, you can imagine what this is going to be.
Pairing: girl!Joe/Andy (You were wrong!)
Joe wandered around the bus trying to find any clean clothes. Not just hers, anything clean at all would do. Pete was about her size. One of the problems with feminine hygiene was that she couldn't stand sitting around in stained, sticky clothes for days on end.
She was at least glad that they had the bus instead of that van. As much as she had enjoyed the cramped sleeping quarters, the smell of piss and deodorant and the fact her hair would get stuck to the seats, she didn't miss it.
She walked into the back, to see if any suitcases had been hidden there. However, what she found was Andy watching Star Wars. Or what looked like it.
"Um, hey." Andy jumped at her voice and fumbled, trying to turn the television off. She rolled her eyes and continued searching. She felt Andy's eyes on her and she had never been more aware of the fact she only had a long t-shirt and underwear on.
"It wasn't... you know..." She stood up and turned round to address him.
"It was totally Star Wars porn, Andy. Get over it," she said, looking directly at him. He blushed and turned towards the television again.
Two hours later and he was still blushing at her. She decided enough was enough and when they got the venue, pulling him to the side.
"It's just porn Andy. What's the big deal?" Andy looked away, as if trying to find someone. Pete, or Patrick maybe.
"It's just... it's you." Joe stepped back slightly and tried to catch Andy's eye. "Not 'cause you're a girl, or anything. But, you know..."
Joe didn't know. In fact, she had no clue. Not until Andy stopped talking and looked up at her like a little lost puppy. Not until he stepped forward a little and pressed his cold lips against hers.
"Oh," Joe gasped. "Oh!" She laughed a little and pushed her body close to his. "You could always invite me to join in, you know."
A/N: These aren't beta-ed. Sorry about mistakes.