Tiny little secrets / Life isn’t like a rainbow Chapter tWo
Title: Tiny little secrets / Life isn’t like a rainbow
Author: emorockkid
Chapter: Two
Pairing: Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Ryan/Brendon, Spencer/Jon
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: This is a kid-fic, which means there are only 5 to 7 year adults and some teenagers in it.
Disclaimer: Nothing in this is true, I also mixed up family relations, surnames, ages, locations etc.
Dedications: Usually it is roflkopter who does my beta, but this time she unfortunately didn't have enough time to do it in time and I wanted to post this as soon as possible, so I asked dramacrumb to do it. But I still hope, roflkopter is still on board to comment the next chapter, cause I love how she takes the best out of my stuff (and hunny, my notebook got crashed so that I lost the first half of your betad part *cries like a baby*)
Previous: oNe
William whipped his bangs out of his eyes, watching the action while he stayed silent. He sat on the wooden counter, his long legs swinging a little bit as he tried to take in what he had just seen, heard and experienced in his new school. Finally he was able to be excited after clinging to Pete’s hand in fear of this one more ‘new thing’.
Moving from their big house in sunny, bright Los Angeles to this sweet apartment in rather rainy Chicago was okay with him. Getting used to Pete being around him and Brendon all the time was totally fine. But having to deal with a room full of foreign kids who would for sure all be very different from him, was the hardest part do deal with.
Brendon was in his and William’s room for nap-time, although the oldest of the three Beckett brothers would have allowed him to stay awake for this special day. The walk, in their case almost run, through the building had tired the vividness out of him totally. He already got dizzy in Pete’s arms before they even left, rubbing his cheek on the warm shoulder, the small fingers grabbing the dark, casual shirt and mumbling “No, only my face!” when he had been asked if he was tired.
The older of the two kids had wanted to help baking the muffins or preparing the dishes, but because it was his and only his big day Pete refused to let him do anything. Secretly the young adult just didn’t want William to ruin the black, silky pants which he only lent from a costume store to spare money. Even with earning more money since he signed the contract for his band, he still stuck to the skill to save each dollar he could. Just in case.
Being at the celebration in school, people were wondering about the little group of boys walking along with the usual families. Every now and then Pete was asked if the little jumping one over here was his son. And he had grabbed Brendon by the hips, lifted him up into his embrace and answered that it wasn’t like that, but he was his older brother and caring for him and William ever since. No one had to know that his parents had been killed in a car accident shortly after Brendon was born.
It was already for years ago.
“You looked so great when you were standing in front of all those older people… almost like a little young gentleman!”, Pete stated, tipping his wet finger to Williams nose and leaving some of the dish-water. The younger frowned in surprise, asking himself why this statement was brought up so suddenly.
“It was okay. Just like how it feels… or felt when I was in choir!”, William told him and noticed in the same second, somewhere deep in his head, why his brother chose the words. He always was close to tears, being so proud of Will, when the choir joined a show and it was always this one voice he was able to make out over everyone else’s. There was nothing Pete loved more than William and Brendon. Absolutely nothing.
Pete stopped the lunch preparation for a second to turn around and mess William’s hair a little bit, before he bent down a little to kiss an exposed part of his forehead.
The oldest had wished he could have arranged this little party with everything a boy at William’s age defines as ‘family’: A mum, a dad, maybe grandparents, a huge bunch of friends and a lot of little surprises to make the day even better.
He had hoped he could have told him what his parents did when he was having his first school experience. But he neither could remember it completely nor did he ever learn to be a real dad or parent. He was only the big brother - just one year older than the legal age. And sometimes he doubted that how he acted was all right to the little ones.
But it filled him up with pride and the best possible way of happiness that both William and Brendon called themselves lucky and satisfied with the way it was. In their own - thank god - still childish ways.
He was close to let go of cuddling his brother once more to finish what he started, when he heard the door bell ringing and frowned a little in confusion. Anyone that mattered owned a key to their home and he wouldn’t find a reason why…. Just before Pete could finish the phrase in his mind, his dark brown eyes fixed the counter to see that William already hopped off of the massive wood and was running to the entrance to their little home; his hair getting really messy and almost tripping over the too-long fabric of his expensive pants. But even if Pete did see it, he wouldn’t have minded anymore as soon as he saw this honestly felt sunshine on the face of the younger guy.
Will hesitated a second, all nervous all of the sudden, then his long bony fingers grabbed the doorknob to open the door.
The first thing hitting him with joy was a pearly white toothy smile sent out by his best friend Adam, who he knew since he was three tiny years old. The brown-haired taller one took a small step to the side to let his visitors and guests inside. Only then Adam, or Sisky as his mates preferred to call him, minimized the distance between them and wrapped his little arms around his friend, hugged him tightly just like they would mean it in the way the grown-ups do.
It was possibly the first thing they were supposed to learn when they started spending time together and sharing toys on a regular basis.
“I thought you had a key!”, Bilvy blurted out and shot a nice glare up into the higher ceiling where he expected Patrick’s face. As usual when he was around him and Pete and Brendon, Patrick was smiling, lovely and calm, just the way they learned to love him.
And even if William didn’t really know about this thing called ‘love’ in that one special way, he was sure that Pete did love Patrick a lot, probably more than anyone else existing. Adam did know as well.
As much as he loved snuggling up with the not-that-tall man who had those big, pretty blue eyes, he always kind of kept waiting for a sign that it was ok, showing his respect. Like a stroke on his back, Pat letting his fingers play with the messy hair or at least taking his hand while holding Adam’s as well when they went further into the apartment they spent most of their time in.
Today was special, so William was allowed to jump up a little and throw himself into Patrick’s arms, pressing his cheek into the space between Patrick’s shoulder and the neck while he wrapped his tiny arms around only the half of the man’s muscular upper-body to get a better hold of himself.
“Adam and me wanted to surprise you and let you decide if it’s ok that we are joining your big, fantastic party!”, he stated, watching the kid to interpret his reactions and taking in what he saw in his mimics and gestures. He studied this little guy’s behaviour since he got to know him at kindergarten, when all the men were asked to show up to celebrate father’s day. He had painted a beautiful fairy with silver wings for this blood-young guy Patrick hoped wasn’t his dad… cause he already had still been too much of a kid to take care of a new, fragile life when Adam was born.
He wanted to guarantee that he never willingly wanted to misunderstand or mistreat his boyfriend’s brother.
“Of course, Patty! I love you guys and I am happy that you’re here!”, William spoke out, softly but firm as well, just telling the truth and started feeling pretty comfortable in this daddy-ish embrace. He guessed he soon would have to move from this place to make room for someone else.
And it didn’t take that long at all. As quickly as Adam decided to sneak into the kitchen and look for his so-called ‘second daddy’, Pete came back into the living area, carrying Adam in his arms the same way Patrick did with his little brother.
The atmosphere went to being awesome one once again.
“You are early!” The words spoken from the full lips of the raven haired young man were all soft and anything but complaining. He just felt a little awkward that things weren’t finished by now. But a quick second after this thought he leant back emotionally and remembered that Patrick wouldn’t mind.
Soon they were close to each other, sharing trustful and deep looks before Pete shifted Adam’s weight with his left arm to free the right one and took a hand to cup Patrick’s cheek, finally pulling him closer to press his lips firmly to those of his boyfriend, being gentle to do it as tender as possibly; letting him know how much he missed him during the last few days.
Patrick, four years older than his counterpart, had to get things cleared up for his son to get ready to get into first grade. And however hard he had tried to get his kid into the same class as William, they ended up in different ones at the end.
But they would manage it.
Carefully planning lunch together, sharing half of their sandwiches just like best friends did.
Waiting up at the announcement board for each other to walk out of the building where either Patrick or Pete would pick them up to get home.
Or using the short breaks to show what they did in their art lesson. Or Adam would be helping his mate to do the math exercises which was naturally something very easy for him.
Patrick was so looking forward to see them interact with each other and start to figure out how relationships between people normally worked out, no matter which type it was.
Pete kept his eyelids closed a few more seconds after the gentle kiss was shared, feeling the warm breath floating from Patrick’s lightly opened mouth on his face. It was almost unbelievable and maybe not healthy how dependant he had been becoming being close to Patrick. How much he needed to be in his arms, to feel their hearts beating together in the same rhythm.
Staying in that state a little longer, he unfortunately missed what Patrick called hilarious without saying it out loud. William had immediately covered his eyes with his flat palms as soon as he saw that this wasn’t going to be an Eskimo kiss and a dark shade of red covered his usually pale cheeks. Meanwhile Sisky was smirking at him largely.
Not being their 7 years yet they obviously had a secret they were hiding really well.
Patrick thought there was nothing more beautiful than watching them both grow up and together so quickly.
Both boys demanded to be let down friendly, so that William could show his school bag to his best friend and which cool things he had found in his huge candy bag. And Pete was curious when he was actually going to give Adam the drawing he painted yesterday. It showed Pete, Patrick, Brendon and both of the boys standing next to a big house, holding hands. In big red letters it said ‘ME FEMILLY”. Pete didn’t dare to correct the little mistakes, cause sooner or later William would figure them out on his own.
Entwining their fingers, Pete headed back to the kitchen, not thinking of letting Patrick go for just one minute, not that he’d had to.
While he went back to doing the dirty dishes, Patrick wrapped his arms around the almost too small but still adorable frame, pulling him closer to his rising and falling chest, causing his boyfriend to turn in his arms, before he was able to place his warm lips on the exposed part of Pete’s neck, maybe biting the flesh lightly or whispering some senseless stuff into his ear. He didn’t care as long as they were together.
The forehead of the younger one was sinking against Patrick’s, taking in the moment. Taking in the second they had to be alone. They loved the kids, but sometimes it was too hard even for them. But they learned to appreciate every second of being together.
Patrick’s fingers slit down through Pete’s hair, reaching his shoulders and stopped by rubbing the small of his back finally, sending some warm waves of pleasure through him.
Pete got on the tips of his toes, stealing another kiss from the delicious lips and didn’t hesitate long to let his tongue be a helper in this intimate contact just a few seconds later.
Both swore they could have went on for hours like that, maybe going a little bit further, but a tiny sob interrupted them and made them back away in a surprising shock.
Trying to clear his mind from any heat and pleasure, Pete stared down at the little figure standing in the door frame with big, wet brown eyes, sparkling from the sprinkled tears hiding in them, but obvious enough for the two adults. His dark brown hair stood in all directions and a little bit of dry spit was sticking to the corner of his mouth.
The bright red a little too big blanket was wrapped around his small frame, covering him up to his chin and little fists were clutched into the soft fleece, almost a little desperately.
“You not wake me up, Patty!”, Brendon whined, suppressing another heavy sob and glared at Patrick as if he had done the worst thing in the world.
It wasn’t nice seeing Brendon feeling hurt like this, but it probably had been the cutest thing Pete had ever seen; Brendon looking up at his unique boyfriend and totally including him in their life as a family.
Pete was sure that it couldn’t have been more perfect right now.
A/N: Forgive me if there were any mistakes, isn'T easy to go without your special betagirl. Feedback is love and feel free to punch me if you didn't like anything!
Author: emorockkid
Chapter: Two
Pairing: Gabe/William, Pete/Patrick, Ryan/Brendon, Spencer/Jon
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: This is a kid-fic, which means there are only 5 to 7 year adults and some teenagers in it.
Disclaimer: Nothing in this is true, I also mixed up family relations, surnames, ages, locations etc.
Dedications: Usually it is roflkopter who does my beta, but this time she unfortunately didn't have enough time to do it in time and I wanted to post this as soon as possible, so I asked dramacrumb to do it. But I still hope, roflkopter is still on board to comment the next chapter, cause I love how she takes the best out of my stuff (and hunny, my notebook got crashed so that I lost the first half of your betad part *cries like a baby*)
Previous: oNe
William whipped his bangs out of his eyes, watching the action while he stayed silent. He sat on the wooden counter, his long legs swinging a little bit as he tried to take in what he had just seen, heard and experienced in his new school. Finally he was able to be excited after clinging to Pete’s hand in fear of this one more ‘new thing’.
Moving from their big house in sunny, bright Los Angeles to this sweet apartment in rather rainy Chicago was okay with him. Getting used to Pete being around him and Brendon all the time was totally fine. But having to deal with a room full of foreign kids who would for sure all be very different from him, was the hardest part do deal with.
Brendon was in his and William’s room for nap-time, although the oldest of the three Beckett brothers would have allowed him to stay awake for this special day. The walk, in their case almost run, through the building had tired the vividness out of him totally. He already got dizzy in Pete’s arms before they even left, rubbing his cheek on the warm shoulder, the small fingers grabbing the dark, casual shirt and mumbling “No, only my face!” when he had been asked if he was tired.
The older of the two kids had wanted to help baking the muffins or preparing the dishes, but because it was his and only his big day Pete refused to let him do anything. Secretly the young adult just didn’t want William to ruin the black, silky pants which he only lent from a costume store to spare money. Even with earning more money since he signed the contract for his band, he still stuck to the skill to save each dollar he could. Just in case.
Being at the celebration in school, people were wondering about the little group of boys walking along with the usual families. Every now and then Pete was asked if the little jumping one over here was his son. And he had grabbed Brendon by the hips, lifted him up into his embrace and answered that it wasn’t like that, but he was his older brother and caring for him and William ever since. No one had to know that his parents had been killed in a car accident shortly after Brendon was born.
It was already for years ago.
“You looked so great when you were standing in front of all those older people… almost like a little young gentleman!”, Pete stated, tipping his wet finger to Williams nose and leaving some of the dish-water. The younger frowned in surprise, asking himself why this statement was brought up so suddenly.
“It was okay. Just like how it feels… or felt when I was in choir!”, William told him and noticed in the same second, somewhere deep in his head, why his brother chose the words. He always was close to tears, being so proud of Will, when the choir joined a show and it was always this one voice he was able to make out over everyone else’s. There was nothing Pete loved more than William and Brendon. Absolutely nothing.
Pete stopped the lunch preparation for a second to turn around and mess William’s hair a little bit, before he bent down a little to kiss an exposed part of his forehead.
The oldest had wished he could have arranged this little party with everything a boy at William’s age defines as ‘family’: A mum, a dad, maybe grandparents, a huge bunch of friends and a lot of little surprises to make the day even better.
He had hoped he could have told him what his parents did when he was having his first school experience. But he neither could remember it completely nor did he ever learn to be a real dad or parent. He was only the big brother - just one year older than the legal age. And sometimes he doubted that how he acted was all right to the little ones.
But it filled him up with pride and the best possible way of happiness that both William and Brendon called themselves lucky and satisfied with the way it was. In their own - thank god - still childish ways.
He was close to let go of cuddling his brother once more to finish what he started, when he heard the door bell ringing and frowned a little in confusion. Anyone that mattered owned a key to their home and he wouldn’t find a reason why…. Just before Pete could finish the phrase in his mind, his dark brown eyes fixed the counter to see that William already hopped off of the massive wood and was running to the entrance to their little home; his hair getting really messy and almost tripping over the too-long fabric of his expensive pants. But even if Pete did see it, he wouldn’t have minded anymore as soon as he saw this honestly felt sunshine on the face of the younger guy.
Will hesitated a second, all nervous all of the sudden, then his long bony fingers grabbed the doorknob to open the door.
The first thing hitting him with joy was a pearly white toothy smile sent out by his best friend Adam, who he knew since he was three tiny years old. The brown-haired taller one took a small step to the side to let his visitors and guests inside. Only then Adam, or Sisky as his mates preferred to call him, minimized the distance between them and wrapped his little arms around his friend, hugged him tightly just like they would mean it in the way the grown-ups do.
It was possibly the first thing they were supposed to learn when they started spending time together and sharing toys on a regular basis.
“I thought you had a key!”, Bilvy blurted out and shot a nice glare up into the higher ceiling where he expected Patrick’s face. As usual when he was around him and Pete and Brendon, Patrick was smiling, lovely and calm, just the way they learned to love him.
And even if William didn’t really know about this thing called ‘love’ in that one special way, he was sure that Pete did love Patrick a lot, probably more than anyone else existing. Adam did know as well.
As much as he loved snuggling up with the not-that-tall man who had those big, pretty blue eyes, he always kind of kept waiting for a sign that it was ok, showing his respect. Like a stroke on his back, Pat letting his fingers play with the messy hair or at least taking his hand while holding Adam’s as well when they went further into the apartment they spent most of their time in.
Today was special, so William was allowed to jump up a little and throw himself into Patrick’s arms, pressing his cheek into the space between Patrick’s shoulder and the neck while he wrapped his tiny arms around only the half of the man’s muscular upper-body to get a better hold of himself.
“Adam and me wanted to surprise you and let you decide if it’s ok that we are joining your big, fantastic party!”, he stated, watching the kid to interpret his reactions and taking in what he saw in his mimics and gestures. He studied this little guy’s behaviour since he got to know him at kindergarten, when all the men were asked to show up to celebrate father’s day. He had painted a beautiful fairy with silver wings for this blood-young guy Patrick hoped wasn’t his dad… cause he already had still been too much of a kid to take care of a new, fragile life when Adam was born.
He wanted to guarantee that he never willingly wanted to misunderstand or mistreat his boyfriend’s brother.
“Of course, Patty! I love you guys and I am happy that you’re here!”, William spoke out, softly but firm as well, just telling the truth and started feeling pretty comfortable in this daddy-ish embrace. He guessed he soon would have to move from this place to make room for someone else.
And it didn’t take that long at all. As quickly as Adam decided to sneak into the kitchen and look for his so-called ‘second daddy’, Pete came back into the living area, carrying Adam in his arms the same way Patrick did with his little brother.
The atmosphere went to being awesome one once again.
“You are early!” The words spoken from the full lips of the raven haired young man were all soft and anything but complaining. He just felt a little awkward that things weren’t finished by now. But a quick second after this thought he leant back emotionally and remembered that Patrick wouldn’t mind.
Soon they were close to each other, sharing trustful and deep looks before Pete shifted Adam’s weight with his left arm to free the right one and took a hand to cup Patrick’s cheek, finally pulling him closer to press his lips firmly to those of his boyfriend, being gentle to do it as tender as possibly; letting him know how much he missed him during the last few days.
Patrick, four years older than his counterpart, had to get things cleared up for his son to get ready to get into first grade. And however hard he had tried to get his kid into the same class as William, they ended up in different ones at the end.
But they would manage it.
Carefully planning lunch together, sharing half of their sandwiches just like best friends did.
Waiting up at the announcement board for each other to walk out of the building where either Patrick or Pete would pick them up to get home.
Or using the short breaks to show what they did in their art lesson. Or Adam would be helping his mate to do the math exercises which was naturally something very easy for him.
Patrick was so looking forward to see them interact with each other and start to figure out how relationships between people normally worked out, no matter which type it was.
Pete kept his eyelids closed a few more seconds after the gentle kiss was shared, feeling the warm breath floating from Patrick’s lightly opened mouth on his face. It was almost unbelievable and maybe not healthy how dependant he had been becoming being close to Patrick. How much he needed to be in his arms, to feel their hearts beating together in the same rhythm.
Staying in that state a little longer, he unfortunately missed what Patrick called hilarious without saying it out loud. William had immediately covered his eyes with his flat palms as soon as he saw that this wasn’t going to be an Eskimo kiss and a dark shade of red covered his usually pale cheeks. Meanwhile Sisky was smirking at him largely.
Not being their 7 years yet they obviously had a secret they were hiding really well.
Patrick thought there was nothing more beautiful than watching them both grow up and together so quickly.
Both boys demanded to be let down friendly, so that William could show his school bag to his best friend and which cool things he had found in his huge candy bag. And Pete was curious when he was actually going to give Adam the drawing he painted yesterday. It showed Pete, Patrick, Brendon and both of the boys standing next to a big house, holding hands. In big red letters it said ‘ME FEMILLY”. Pete didn’t dare to correct the little mistakes, cause sooner or later William would figure them out on his own.
Entwining their fingers, Pete headed back to the kitchen, not thinking of letting Patrick go for just one minute, not that he’d had to.
While he went back to doing the dirty dishes, Patrick wrapped his arms around the almost too small but still adorable frame, pulling him closer to his rising and falling chest, causing his boyfriend to turn in his arms, before he was able to place his warm lips on the exposed part of Pete’s neck, maybe biting the flesh lightly or whispering some senseless stuff into his ear. He didn’t care as long as they were together.
The forehead of the younger one was sinking against Patrick’s, taking in the moment. Taking in the second they had to be alone. They loved the kids, but sometimes it was too hard even for them. But they learned to appreciate every second of being together.
Patrick’s fingers slit down through Pete’s hair, reaching his shoulders and stopped by rubbing the small of his back finally, sending some warm waves of pleasure through him.
Pete got on the tips of his toes, stealing another kiss from the delicious lips and didn’t hesitate long to let his tongue be a helper in this intimate contact just a few seconds later.
Both swore they could have went on for hours like that, maybe going a little bit further, but a tiny sob interrupted them and made them back away in a surprising shock.
Trying to clear his mind from any heat and pleasure, Pete stared down at the little figure standing in the door frame with big, wet brown eyes, sparkling from the sprinkled tears hiding in them, but obvious enough for the two adults. His dark brown hair stood in all directions and a little bit of dry spit was sticking to the corner of his mouth.
The bright red a little too big blanket was wrapped around his small frame, covering him up to his chin and little fists were clutched into the soft fleece, almost a little desperately.
“You not wake me up, Patty!”, Brendon whined, suppressing another heavy sob and glared at Patrick as if he had done the worst thing in the world.
It wasn’t nice seeing Brendon feeling hurt like this, but it probably had been the cutest thing Pete had ever seen; Brendon looking up at his unique boyfriend and totally including him in their life as a family.
Pete was sure that it couldn’t have been more perfect right now.
A/N: Forgive me if there were any mistakes, isn'T easy to go without your special betagirl. Feedback is love and feel free to punch me if you didn't like anything!