Uniforms
Title: Uniforms
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: R
Category: Fluff, Little bit of Angst
Warning: Language, Slash
Paring: Patrick/Sebastien
Summary: Song Title: "Uniforms" by The Army of Freshmen.
But I know I'm right.
Disclaimer: I do not own Patrick or Sebastien. This is completely not real.
A/N: This was written for Gabby. Hi, baby. Also, I am aware that I've written better. This was written with no real plot to start with so, it's safe to say I sort of "winged" it. Didn't turn out all too bad, just a bit confusing. Read with an open mind.
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Uniforms
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Patrick scoffed and rolled his eyes as the joyous hollers from his fellow students surrounded him while he walked and they ran down the hallway, jumping around the corridors of the building and shouting cheers of victory. It was just past 11 and the grounds of the ever-so studious academic institute that was their private school were still raging with the life of the students rejoicing a baseball game victory.
"Fucking heteros," Patrick hissed as soon as his head poked into the sanctuary of his room and he stepped in from the hallway, clear out of earshot of any student who might try to take offense to his harmless statement.
The room's other occupant lifted his head from the book he'd been reading, his blue eyes tiredly settling on the boy who'd just entered the room. He smiled softly, seemingly very amused, and shook his head. "You know -" He broke off around a yawn, then shook his head and blinked before returning to his planned statement. "You know damn well that not all of them are heteros."
"I also know that most of them happen to be," Patrick stated simply. "Based on that, I take the liberty of making a broad generalization."
Sebastien rolled his eyes and gave a light laugh as he moved back on his bed so that he could lean against the wall. He picked up the book he'd been reading and placed it into the lap of his dark blue and green plaid sweatpants, the cover laying over the embroidered school seal. "That's our Patrick," he stated while absently flipping through the book; "No fear."
Patrick shook his head and removed the dark blue blazer from himself. "Who is this 'our' that you speak of?" He tossed the blazer onto the bed and loosened the blue and green striped tie around his neck.
"I was only implying that you still had ownership of yourself but f you insist, I have no problem with taking sole custody." Sebastien breezily sent the reply and flipped another page of the book in his lap.
"Maybe I'll keep hold of myself."
"Thought you'd like to."
"Thanks for the consideration."
"Anytime." Sebastien looked up at Patrick as he unbuttoned the white button-down shirt with the school seal stamped onto the left breast pocket and tossed it into a pile of dirty clothes. "So, Patrick, what is it that those nasty heteros have done to irk you so?"
Patrick gave a disbelieving look toward Sebastien, then to the clock on the nightstand before looking back to his roommate again. "I know I'm not the only one hearing it. It's fucking twenty minutes after eleven, Sebastien. The team won that baseball game hours ago. They could settle down already. Not every male on the Earth gives a shit about sports-his own team or no."
The boy on the bed scoffed, "Right," he began with a condescending tone, "only the straight ones care about sports." Patrick turned his head over to his friend after stepping out from his standard black slacks and slipping off the navy socks.
"Sebastien," Patrick tried in a pathetic tone to illustrate that he'd understood the sound in his friend's voice. "You know I didn't mean it like that." He genuinely did feel bad for having said what he did; having known full-well then Sebastien had attended the baseball game.
"I know you didn't," Sebastien brushed the comment aside-apology seeming included-and picked his feet up to the bed, looking back to his book.
With a self-criticizing shake of his head, Patrick turned to face Sebastien. "It's not that." He sighed and looked at the boy on the bed, wearing the pants wreaking of school color and a T-shirt with the mascot screen-printed onto the front. "How do you do that?"
Sebastien looked up from his book questioningly and cocked an eyebrow. "Okay, so, I know it's going to sound stupid and rude, but try to think about it before you take it the wrong way," Patrick began to ramble as Sebastien continued looking at him. "That sounded stupid too," he said to himself but quickly shook that off. "No, okay, what I meant was... You look just like all of them."
"All of who?" Sebastien asked, having his own idea of what Patrick was talking about and biting his lip so that he wouldn't laugh at his own thought. Unfortunately, his guess was right.
"You know..." Patrick hesitated and nodded, trying to find his words. "Just go look out there. All of them matching, wearing their uniforms or, since it is fucking close to midnight, wearing at least some article of leisure clothing still wreaking of the School."
"What do you have against it?" He asked, abruptly cutting off Patrick's rambles. "Come on, Pat, you've got to be reasonable. The school isn't so bad. You act like it's this huge place of imprisonment that's out to brainwash us all." He laughed as Patrick stood before him, by now stripped down to nothing but his red and white boxers and his hand on his hip. "Let them have their fun; it was a big game they won tonight."
Patrick pointed a look to his friend. "It was an afternoon game, Sebastien. It's been hours since that game ended and they're all still running around using it as an excuse to party their asses off - I've even seen that some of the girls have snuck their way into the corridors. And what's more, the administration isn't about to do anything to stop it because they know that anything they do is all but useless."
Discarding his book quickly, Sebastien moved to the edge of the bed, cutting off Patrick's tirade. He took Patrick's hands in his own and held them lightly. "What difference should it make to you though?"
"It lowers my morale."
"Well, we'll just have to pick it back up some other way, then." Sebastien sighed and looked back up at Patrick, giving him a quick kiss.
"And you expect to do this when you look just like the rest of them? Sebastien, have you listened to nothing I've said?"
Sebastien rolled his eyes and lightly hit Patrick's shoulder. "You were just wearing the uniform not even ten minutes ago, you hypocrite."
"I hadn' t been back here to change," he defended. "I was in the Library studying all day."
With a laugh, Sebastien shook his head and stroked his hands along Patrick's bare collar and shoulders, as if he were straightening a shirt. "You're such a loner."
"I prefer to say that I like to go against the norm of society." Sebastien scoffed. "Friends? Who needs them? Watch the big baseball game? No thank you. Fall in love with a woman and have kids? Oops, not happening."
"Heteros and their bad ideas."
"Don't know where they come up with them."
Sebastien couldn't suppress his laugh, "You're such a heterophobe."
"I am not," Patrick said with a defensive tone. "If someone wants to be with a person of the opposite sex I do not hold anything against them. I'm not one to judge."
Shaking his head, Sebastien could not help his light snickering. "Well, what do you suggest I do about my resembling them so much?"
Patrick grinned, his hands falling to give Sebastien's hips a light squeeze. "I'm sorry to break it to you, but it's got a lot to do with the school garb. It'll have to go."
"If it'll help your morale," Sebastien sighed, rolling his eyes to assist hiding a grin and he tugged off his shirt. Patrick chuckled as the shirt was tossed to the pile of clothing that was his past day's uniform and kissing Sebastien. "Help any?"
Patrick gave another kiss, murmuring something of a positive reply. He squeezed Sebastien's hips again and ran the tips of his fingers along the waistband of his pants playfully. "Halfway to perfect."
Sebastien pouted, "But I like the pants. They're comfy."
"Your boxers can be comfy. The pants are so overdone." Patrick exaggerated the line as best he could, bringing out the stereotype in himself. "I just saw seven other pairs on my way from the Library back here. Some were even free-balled. I am forever scarred by those pants. Please don't torture me by wearing them."
"Whine, whine, whine. Jeez, okay, I'll take them off." Sebastien backed away from Patrick a bit to give himself the space needed to step out of his pants while remaining on the bed. "For the record, this is you being hypocritical again. You just said you hated the idea of all the girls who'd snuck in here and all that; you know that this kind of situation is why they've snuck in though."
"Now, now," Patrick teased and poked Sebastien's nose-an act which Sebastien found rather silly and caused him to wrinkle his nose in response to; "I never said that I planned on us fooling around." He picked up the pants and tossed them into the pile as well. "It's those heteros that defy the system and sneak into each other's dorms simply to do that."
Making a "tsk-ing" sound, Sebastien shook his head. "Well, they have been separated in hopes to assure that they won't. What else would they be sneaking in for? We're already defying the system like this." He smirked and sat back, lounging on the bed against the wall.
Patrick merely shrugged and gave a wide grin. "It's not our fault that they roomed the two homos together." He pulled himself up to sit back with Sebastien. "If they want to assure that there's no funny business going on in the dormitories, they've got to consider all the measures."
"You know, you shouldn't really resent them so much." Sebastien spoke as he moved in the bed to curl his frame up next to Patrick. "You said you liked going against the norm of society, right?" Patrick nodded. "Well, like this, you are. Just by laying here you know you're going against something. Maybe you ought to stop complaining and accept that they make it so easy for you to do it."
Patrick remained silent for a moment as he moved to fit with Sebastien's position and wrapped an arm around him. "You're cute when you're trying to make a point, you know that?"
Sebastien scoffed and swatted at Patrick's shoulder playfully. "Subject changer."
A comfortable silence settled over them-or, at least, as much of a silence as possible given the immense amount of partying that still took place just outside their door-and Sebastien sighed.
"Seriously. By whatever it is you say, it sounds like it's more than what you let on."
"That, it might be," Patrick nodded and kissed Sebastien's cheek. "Of course, if we aren't sure, maybe the best thing is to coast through things as they come?"
"Sure, sure," Sebastien said as he let out a tired sigh.
"Hey, you're not gonna hold something against me now are you?"
"What would I for?" Sebastien smirked and leaned his head back so he could place a kiss on Patrick's chin. "It's just a little insecurity that you have-Oh, but don't worry. I won't tell anyone."
Patrick chuckled, tightening his arm's grip around Sebastien's waist. "Is that a promise?"
"Mhmm, I promise."
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: R
Category: Fluff, Little bit of Angst
Warning: Language, Slash
Paring: Patrick/Sebastien
Summary: Song Title: "Uniforms" by The Army of Freshmen.
But I know I'm right.
Disclaimer: I do not own Patrick or Sebastien. This is completely not real.
A/N: This was written for Gabby. Hi, baby. Also, I am aware that I've written better. This was written with no real plot to start with so, it's safe to say I sort of "winged" it. Didn't turn out all too bad, just a bit confusing. Read with an open mind.
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Uniforms
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Patrick scoffed and rolled his eyes as the joyous hollers from his fellow students surrounded him while he walked and they ran down the hallway, jumping around the corridors of the building and shouting cheers of victory. It was just past 11 and the grounds of the ever-so studious academic institute that was their private school were still raging with the life of the students rejoicing a baseball game victory.
"Fucking heteros," Patrick hissed as soon as his head poked into the sanctuary of his room and he stepped in from the hallway, clear out of earshot of any student who might try to take offense to his harmless statement.
The room's other occupant lifted his head from the book he'd been reading, his blue eyes tiredly settling on the boy who'd just entered the room. He smiled softly, seemingly very amused, and shook his head. "You know -" He broke off around a yawn, then shook his head and blinked before returning to his planned statement. "You know damn well that not all of them are heteros."
"I also know that most of them happen to be," Patrick stated simply. "Based on that, I take the liberty of making a broad generalization."
Sebastien rolled his eyes and gave a light laugh as he moved back on his bed so that he could lean against the wall. He picked up the book he'd been reading and placed it into the lap of his dark blue and green plaid sweatpants, the cover laying over the embroidered school seal. "That's our Patrick," he stated while absently flipping through the book; "No fear."
Patrick shook his head and removed the dark blue blazer from himself. "Who is this 'our' that you speak of?" He tossed the blazer onto the bed and loosened the blue and green striped tie around his neck.
"I was only implying that you still had ownership of yourself but f you insist, I have no problem with taking sole custody." Sebastien breezily sent the reply and flipped another page of the book in his lap.
"Maybe I'll keep hold of myself."
"Thought you'd like to."
"Thanks for the consideration."
"Anytime." Sebastien looked up at Patrick as he unbuttoned the white button-down shirt with the school seal stamped onto the left breast pocket and tossed it into a pile of dirty clothes. "So, Patrick, what is it that those nasty heteros have done to irk you so?"
Patrick gave a disbelieving look toward Sebastien, then to the clock on the nightstand before looking back to his roommate again. "I know I'm not the only one hearing it. It's fucking twenty minutes after eleven, Sebastien. The team won that baseball game hours ago. They could settle down already. Not every male on the Earth gives a shit about sports-his own team or no."
The boy on the bed scoffed, "Right," he began with a condescending tone, "only the straight ones care about sports." Patrick turned his head over to his friend after stepping out from his standard black slacks and slipping off the navy socks.
"Sebastien," Patrick tried in a pathetic tone to illustrate that he'd understood the sound in his friend's voice. "You know I didn't mean it like that." He genuinely did feel bad for having said what he did; having known full-well then Sebastien had attended the baseball game.
"I know you didn't," Sebastien brushed the comment aside-apology seeming included-and picked his feet up to the bed, looking back to his book.
With a self-criticizing shake of his head, Patrick turned to face Sebastien. "It's not that." He sighed and looked at the boy on the bed, wearing the pants wreaking of school color and a T-shirt with the mascot screen-printed onto the front. "How do you do that?"
Sebastien looked up from his book questioningly and cocked an eyebrow. "Okay, so, I know it's going to sound stupid and rude, but try to think about it before you take it the wrong way," Patrick began to ramble as Sebastien continued looking at him. "That sounded stupid too," he said to himself but quickly shook that off. "No, okay, what I meant was... You look just like all of them."
"All of who?" Sebastien asked, having his own idea of what Patrick was talking about and biting his lip so that he wouldn't laugh at his own thought. Unfortunately, his guess was right.
"You know..." Patrick hesitated and nodded, trying to find his words. "Just go look out there. All of them matching, wearing their uniforms or, since it is fucking close to midnight, wearing at least some article of leisure clothing still wreaking of the School."
"What do you have against it?" He asked, abruptly cutting off Patrick's rambles. "Come on, Pat, you've got to be reasonable. The school isn't so bad. You act like it's this huge place of imprisonment that's out to brainwash us all." He laughed as Patrick stood before him, by now stripped down to nothing but his red and white boxers and his hand on his hip. "Let them have their fun; it was a big game they won tonight."
Patrick pointed a look to his friend. "It was an afternoon game, Sebastien. It's been hours since that game ended and they're all still running around using it as an excuse to party their asses off - I've even seen that some of the girls have snuck their way into the corridors. And what's more, the administration isn't about to do anything to stop it because they know that anything they do is all but useless."
Discarding his book quickly, Sebastien moved to the edge of the bed, cutting off Patrick's tirade. He took Patrick's hands in his own and held them lightly. "What difference should it make to you though?"
"It lowers my morale."
"Well, we'll just have to pick it back up some other way, then." Sebastien sighed and looked back up at Patrick, giving him a quick kiss.
"And you expect to do this when you look just like the rest of them? Sebastien, have you listened to nothing I've said?"
Sebastien rolled his eyes and lightly hit Patrick's shoulder. "You were just wearing the uniform not even ten minutes ago, you hypocrite."
"I hadn' t been back here to change," he defended. "I was in the Library studying all day."
With a laugh, Sebastien shook his head and stroked his hands along Patrick's bare collar and shoulders, as if he were straightening a shirt. "You're such a loner."
"I prefer to say that I like to go against the norm of society." Sebastien scoffed. "Friends? Who needs them? Watch the big baseball game? No thank you. Fall in love with a woman and have kids? Oops, not happening."
"Heteros and their bad ideas."
"Don't know where they come up with them."
Sebastien couldn't suppress his laugh, "You're such a heterophobe."
"I am not," Patrick said with a defensive tone. "If someone wants to be with a person of the opposite sex I do not hold anything against them. I'm not one to judge."
Shaking his head, Sebastien could not help his light snickering. "Well, what do you suggest I do about my resembling them so much?"
Patrick grinned, his hands falling to give Sebastien's hips a light squeeze. "I'm sorry to break it to you, but it's got a lot to do with the school garb. It'll have to go."
"If it'll help your morale," Sebastien sighed, rolling his eyes to assist hiding a grin and he tugged off his shirt. Patrick chuckled as the shirt was tossed to the pile of clothing that was his past day's uniform and kissing Sebastien. "Help any?"
Patrick gave another kiss, murmuring something of a positive reply. He squeezed Sebastien's hips again and ran the tips of his fingers along the waistband of his pants playfully. "Halfway to perfect."
Sebastien pouted, "But I like the pants. They're comfy."
"Your boxers can be comfy. The pants are so overdone." Patrick exaggerated the line as best he could, bringing out the stereotype in himself. "I just saw seven other pairs on my way from the Library back here. Some were even free-balled. I am forever scarred by those pants. Please don't torture me by wearing them."
"Whine, whine, whine. Jeez, okay, I'll take them off." Sebastien backed away from Patrick a bit to give himself the space needed to step out of his pants while remaining on the bed. "For the record, this is you being hypocritical again. You just said you hated the idea of all the girls who'd snuck in here and all that; you know that this kind of situation is why they've snuck in though."
"Now, now," Patrick teased and poked Sebastien's nose-an act which Sebastien found rather silly and caused him to wrinkle his nose in response to; "I never said that I planned on us fooling around." He picked up the pants and tossed them into the pile as well. "It's those heteros that defy the system and sneak into each other's dorms simply to do that."
Making a "tsk-ing" sound, Sebastien shook his head. "Well, they have been separated in hopes to assure that they won't. What else would they be sneaking in for? We're already defying the system like this." He smirked and sat back, lounging on the bed against the wall.
Patrick merely shrugged and gave a wide grin. "It's not our fault that they roomed the two homos together." He pulled himself up to sit back with Sebastien. "If they want to assure that there's no funny business going on in the dormitories, they've got to consider all the measures."
"You know, you shouldn't really resent them so much." Sebastien spoke as he moved in the bed to curl his frame up next to Patrick. "You said you liked going against the norm of society, right?" Patrick nodded. "Well, like this, you are. Just by laying here you know you're going against something. Maybe you ought to stop complaining and accept that they make it so easy for you to do it."
Patrick remained silent for a moment as he moved to fit with Sebastien's position and wrapped an arm around him. "You're cute when you're trying to make a point, you know that?"
Sebastien scoffed and swatted at Patrick's shoulder playfully. "Subject changer."
A comfortable silence settled over them-or, at least, as much of a silence as possible given the immense amount of partying that still took place just outside their door-and Sebastien sighed.
"Seriously. By whatever it is you say, it sounds like it's more than what you let on."
"That, it might be," Patrick nodded and kissed Sebastien's cheek. "Of course, if we aren't sure, maybe the best thing is to coast through things as they come?"
"Sure, sure," Sebastien said as he let out a tired sigh.
"Hey, you're not gonna hold something against me now are you?"
"What would I for?" Sebastien smirked and leaned his head back so he could place a kiss on Patrick's chin. "It's just a little insecurity that you have-Oh, but don't worry. I won't tell anyone."
Patrick chuckled, tightening his arm's grip around Sebastien's waist. "Is that a promise?"
"Mhmm, I promise."
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