Lightspeed by Matt and Kim
Title: And now he knew.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
AN: 15 minute fic.
The hotel balcony was cold, freezing, and the cement hurt Pete’s backside. The glass sliding door was shut tight and the curtains were pulled, but he could still imagine his best friend’s moaning inside, twisting against his girlfriend. Pete huddled himself into his hoodie as he looked into the midnight sky. The stars twinkled so bright, they looked so happy. Why were they mocking him? Why couldn’t the stars dim and the girls’ smiles fade along with what little happiness he had dwindled away? It’d be nice if anyone knew his pain. Patrick didn’t. And that’s all that mattered. Patrick didn’t know, didn’t care.
Patrick was actually having fun right now, probably a lot of fun. Elisa stopped by that night and Patrick was obviously female deprived, since this tour was lasting a few months. Pete wanted to have as much fun Patrick had, and he didn’t want any of his usual worries like “Will Ashlee find out?” to come along with it. Whatever, that’s a far fetched idea. All he wanted was a body to keep him warm at night.
Really, he had that. But whenever he was home, Ashlee was on tour, and whenever he was on tour Ashlee was home. Besides, she wasn’t ever soft where Patrick was, she didn’t have fine blonde locks, or bright blue-green eyes that glowed with innocence. She didn’t kiss like he did. She didn’t feel right when he held her. Her hand didn’t fit in his. She wasn’t his. Patrick was supposed to be his.
Patrick wasn’t his, though. He’d never be. Pete didn’t want him to be. Pete didn’t want to fuck him up with all of his desperate words and tearful but-I-love-you-whys.
The sliding door opened with a rattle and a shadow covered a shaft of moonlight falling blue on the white cement. “Um, hey.” The shadow almost whispered. Pete looked up pleadingly at Patrick’s sorry eyes.
“So, how was she?” Pete asked bitterly. Patrick’s teeth sunk into his pink lip. He looked nervously at the moon, and then back at Pete.
“Okay, I guess. I couldn’t think of anything but, um, you…”
Pete looked eagerly back up at Patrick. They stared at each other for a moment before Patrick sat down to meet his level.
“I, well, Pete. I love you.” Patrick looked at him and nudged his shoulder.
Pete looked up at his face, and before he knew it, his lips were pressed tight against Patrick’s. And Patrick, now, was his.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
AN: 15 minute fic.
The hotel balcony was cold, freezing, and the cement hurt Pete’s backside. The glass sliding door was shut tight and the curtains were pulled, but he could still imagine his best friend’s moaning inside, twisting against his girlfriend. Pete huddled himself into his hoodie as he looked into the midnight sky. The stars twinkled so bright, they looked so happy. Why were they mocking him? Why couldn’t the stars dim and the girls’ smiles fade along with what little happiness he had dwindled away? It’d be nice if anyone knew his pain. Patrick didn’t. And that’s all that mattered. Patrick didn’t know, didn’t care.
Patrick was actually having fun right now, probably a lot of fun. Elisa stopped by that night and Patrick was obviously female deprived, since this tour was lasting a few months. Pete wanted to have as much fun Patrick had, and he didn’t want any of his usual worries like “Will Ashlee find out?” to come along with it. Whatever, that’s a far fetched idea. All he wanted was a body to keep him warm at night.
Really, he had that. But whenever he was home, Ashlee was on tour, and whenever he was on tour Ashlee was home. Besides, she wasn’t ever soft where Patrick was, she didn’t have fine blonde locks, or bright blue-green eyes that glowed with innocence. She didn’t kiss like he did. She didn’t feel right when he held her. Her hand didn’t fit in his. She wasn’t his. Patrick was supposed to be his.
Patrick wasn’t his, though. He’d never be. Pete didn’t want him to be. Pete didn’t want to fuck him up with all of his desperate words and tearful but-I-love-you-whys.
The sliding door opened with a rattle and a shadow covered a shaft of moonlight falling blue on the white cement. “Um, hey.” The shadow almost whispered. Pete looked up pleadingly at Patrick’s sorry eyes.
“So, how was she?” Pete asked bitterly. Patrick’s teeth sunk into his pink lip. He looked nervously at the moon, and then back at Pete.
“Okay, I guess. I couldn’t think of anything but, um, you…”
Pete looked eagerly back up at Patrick. They stared at each other for a moment before Patrick sat down to meet his level.
“I, well, Pete. I love you.” Patrick looked at him and nudged his shoulder.
Pete looked up at his face, and before he knew it, his lips were pressed tight against Patrick’s. And Patrick, now, was his.