The World's Not Waiting (For Two Tired Lovers In A Crummy-Ass Apartment Block)(10/?)
Title:The World's Not Waiting (For Two Tired Lovers In A Crummy-Ass Apartment Block)
Rating: hard R to NC-17 (Mansex)
Summary: A tired Pete Wentz, a scheming girlfriend, and the ultimate complex relationship. Throw in a new neighbor in the form of Patrick and an attraction that everyone sees except the two men in question (and Travis but what does he notice?). Stir in my mind for months and then spill all over livejournal. What do you get? Probably the yummiest fic i've ever written! ^____^
Beta:
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Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original character.
Previous Chapters:
1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9
Gabe Saporta was a very interesting man. Pete had met him through Joe -because Joe knows everyone- at a party about 2 years ago, and after about 5 minutes of Gabe laughing at Pete’s height, they hit it off and as they say in cliché land, the rest is history. They weren’t really the best of friends but they knew a lot about each other. Pete especially knew about Gabe’s… tendencies.
He had the tendency to break the barrier between friendly banter and full on flirting, he had a tendency to become overly fond of cute things, and he had the tendency to become overly fond of things that weren’t his. All of these little aspects of his personality pointed towards one 5”4’ strawberry blonde target, Patrick.
“I’m telling you Patrick,” Pete warned while they were all sitting in Joe’s house waiting for But It’s Better if You Do’s radio debut with Panic! at the Disco, Gym Class Heroes, The Hush Sound, Gabe, Andy and Joe. “He’ll try and take you off me. He’s like that,”
“There’s no way, ‘Tink,” Patrick laughed. “He doesn’t want to steal me off you. He’s way too nice.”
“That’s what he wants you to think, ‘Trick. He’s like a magpie, he likes pretty things, honey, and nothing’s prettier than you.” Pete insisted and Patrick blushed.
“What’s with the hushed voices?” Bob asked, and then noticed the tinge of pink on Patrick’s cheeks. “On second thought, we don’t wanna know.”
“Just talking to Patrick about his bassist kink…” Pete said flippantly and Patrick went even redder, his eyes wide with rage. “He got me to make this video of me playing random bass riffs and I caught him jacking off to it dozens of times…”
“You're a lying fucktard Peter Wentz," Patrick said. "Like you can talk about me getting off to anything you do. Need I mention what happened that time I was in the shower..?"
Patrick felt Pete poke him in the back.
"Have you forgotten why you don't poke me anymore, sugar?" Patrick growled and grabbed Pete's hair ferociously.
"Have I ever told you about my slight masochistic tendencies 'Trick?" Pete grinned and Patrick dropped him with a sigh.
Gabe stopped paying attention after Patrick called Pete ‘sugar‘.
“Shut up you guys! Listen to this!” Gabe exclaimed and turned up the radio.
“That was “But it’s Better if You Do”, a new song by a new band, Panic! at the Disco. What a name, huh?” the radio DJ laughed. “Well, you guys seemed to like it because our phone lines are jam-packed folks! Everyone’s requesting a playback! Looks like these guys are pretty much loved. Don’t forget their five-star rated album “A Fever you Can’t Sweat Out” is in stores right now.”
“They fucking love you guys!” Pete exclaimed. Spencer and Jon went and gave him and Patrick hugs while Travis decided this was a cue to go look for beer (to celebrate, of course). Brendon and Ryan were already celebrating with each other’s tongues, but everyone was pretty much ignoring them, except Gabe who was transfixed.
“Told you Gabe likes pretty things!” Pete announced to Patrick who cocked his eyebrow.
“I’m saying nothing,” he said with a shake of his head and kissed Pete on his forehead. “Except that you’re a possessive little bitch and I love you for it.”
“You’re lucky those lips are mine, kid,” Pete muttered and rested his hands on Patrick’s hips. “These too.”
“Just looking at all the love is giving me cavities,” Gabe laughed.
“Just wait 'till the Christmas party," Jon sighed. "Mistletoe everywhere. Then they'll have an excuse,"
"So will Gabe," Spencer added. "I think he's still got his eyes on Ryan."
"Or Bren," Jon added.
"Or you."
"Or you!"
"Or Pete."
"Don't forget your old pal Brent."
"Or Mikey's friend Frank."
"Mikey's friend Alicia,"
"Or Mikey!"
"There was Gerard for a little while,"
"Bob Bryar too."
"Don't forget Ray Toro."
"Wasn't he lusting after Pete's friend, that chick Hayley?"
"Her and those three dudes she hangs out with."
"Greta too!"
Pete looked at Patrick as if to say, 'See what I mean?!'
Patrick tugged at Pete's hoodie until there was nothing between them but the clothes on their bodies and told him the whole possessiveness thing was such a turn on.
Pete forgot what he was even being possessive about.
X
Gabe knew that it was wrong. He was staying at Pete's house for Christ's sakes. But he couldn't help it. He wanted to taste those pretty pink lips so bad it hurt.
He found Patrick somewhat fascinating. It was like before he knew guys could be hot and he watched The Labyrinth with David Bowie. It was impossible not to be overly intrigued.
"You're like, some kind of genius," Gabe said wondrously one day he was at the studio while he was working on a beat for one of Gym Class Heroes' songs. "Like a musical scientist."
"Thanks," Patrick laughed. "It's just what I do."
Gabe bounced up and down a little bit and looked at Patrick, slightly wide eyed. Patrick's lips parted slightly and he bit down on the bottom one. Gabe felt all the blood in his body rush to his face instantly. He was sure Patrick was doing it on purpose.
"You and Pete are real close, huh?" he said, for lack of a better conversation topic.
"Yeah. We haven't even known each other that long but we're real close," Patrick replied with a slightly wistful look in his eyes.
"So you're like, in love?" Gabe asked and Patrick blushed.
"Yeah, I guess," he smiled.
'This is so wrong...'
"I'll bet you guys are like rabbits huh?" he asked with a grin and Patrick coughed nervously.
Ah, struck a nerve maybe?
"We actually haven't," Patrick shrugged.
"Seriously? Pete Wentz in a relationship and not having sex?" Gabe asked incredulously. "Not to be rude but are you like religious or something?"
"No I’m not, and you're way too nosy," Patrick replied, not even looking up from his laptop now and Gabe left it alone.
But he now had a passage straight to hotel Patrick. He could tell by the way Patrick dismissed the subject that he was positively gasping for it. So Gabe would try and, help out as best he could.
He felt like such a bad friend, but looking at Patrick he could feel the urge to grab him and he put good friend Gabe to bed, waking up man-whore Gabe for some seductive fun.
"I'm in love with your hoodie right now," Gabe said to Patrick after a short silence and started stroking his arm. Patrick's eyes flicked to Gabe's which were dark and glinting with mischief. Gabe slowly removed his hand and winked at Patrick.
"Where did you get it? It would rule to sleep in 'cause it's soft and pretty. Kinda like you. Plus I’m not a fan of pyjamas," he said thoughtfully. "Just wrapped up in nothing but a hoodie or a t-shirt, best way to sleep."
"Hey Gabe! Xbox 360 tournament! You game?" Andy called to Gabe from another room.
"Hell yeah!" Gabe called back. He stood up and smirked at Patrick before walking off and leaving Patrick to hold his head and heave a deep worried sigh.
That turned him on way too much.
X
For the rest of the day Gabe was flirting with him subtly. Brushing past his legs whenever he got the chance and saying things that would only be a turn on to someone who was being starved.
He did understand Pete's predicament and he was so willing to wait as long as Pete needed to, but when a dude you met yesterday talks to you about one time he got arrested and was handcuffed lying in the back of a car and you get turned on, you need sex. Genuinely.
"We're still up for tonight then, huh?" Patrick asked later that day, while he was wrapped in Pete's arms, his chest tightening with every one of Pete's heartbeats.
"Sure," Pete smiled. "Our first date, huh?"
Patrick laughed and looked at his feet.
"We're gonna hold hands and everything!" he grinned and Pete squeezed him tight.
"Pete," Patrick asked suddenly. "When do you think you'll be ready?"
Pete shifted a little uncomfortably under Patrick and said quietly.
"I want to be ready right now but I can't, I-I’m sorry," Pete replied. "I'm getting less worried about the idea but... yeah."
"Don't worry about it, 'Tink," Patrick smiled. "It's just kind of hard, you know?"
Pete giggled and Patrick hit him for being an ass.
"Sorry," Pete giggled. "I couldn't help it."
Patrick leaned in to kiss Pete but before he could Pete's phone rang with the familliar tune from The Nightmare Before Christmas that told Patrick it was Kirsten again.
"Sorry, I--" Pete tried to apologize but Patrick put up his hand to cut him off.
"I know, it's cool," he said.
"Hey you guys," Gabe smiled as he walked past them while looking for Greta. He could see this was going to take more than just some subtle flirting. Then he remembered Pete had to go somewhere with Kirsten tonight and a grin spread across his face. "You guys wanna go to get a drink today?"
"We're going out tonight, right Pete?" Patrick asked Pete who turned around with a worried look on his face.
"You can't?" Patrick asked and Pete shook his head.
"I'm going to meet Kirsten's dad," he said sadly. "The dude who's paying for all of this."
Let out a shaky sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Okay," he said finally. "It's totally cool."
"I'm sorry," Pete said sadly. "We'll do it another night, okay?"
Patrick shrugged and looked away.
"You still up for going out, Gabe?" he asked Gabe whose face immediately lit up and he nodded enthusiastically.
Patrick felt Pete poke him in the back, but he ignored him and turned to his laptop.
X
"See you later Gabriel!" Patrick heard Kirsten say on her way out of the door.
"Call me that again and you will wake up with my shoe halfway up your ass," Gabe warned. "Love you!"
Patrick was walking around his house looking for some lyrics Pete had given him to read a few days ago while singing "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye absentmindedly.
"Oh God Patrick!!" he heard a voice moan from Pete's house. A voice that wasn't Pete at all.
Patrick froze. Did he just hear what he thought he heard? Was Gabe... to him singing?
No way.
"Fuck... why did you stop?" Gabe gasped and Patrick felt his jeans getting so much tighter.
He was pressed up against the wall, singing as loudly as he could while he heard each gasp, plead and moan that emanated from Gabe's lips and he wanted to see Gabe in there so badly. He could even hear him writhing in ecstasy, his hoodie rubbing against the sofa and his shallow breathing was heavy and erratic Gabe said breathlessly and whimpered quietly. Patrick considered what to do at that very moment. Be quiet and let Gabe know he heard, or continue singing like nothing had happened? His conscience was too slow for his lips.
"I've been really trying baby,
Try'na hold back this feeling for so long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
Come on {oh!} come on.
Let's get it on"
"Patrick please... I--" Gabe gasped "Patrick, baby... you sound so good... I need you here. Why aren't you here?"
Patrick felt guilty because he wanted to be there. He wanted to be causing sounds like those almost musical gasps and moans coming from Gabe. He needed to. He had no memory of being anybody's boyfriend and this moment in time he was a hot sweaty mess leaking Marvin Gaye and wanting to melt into one gorgeous tall tanned man he was separated from by a flimsy little wall.
"There, is nothing wrong with me
Loving you
Understand it, sugar"
"I wish you were here baby... I wish we could get it on--fuck--I'm so close! Oh God!"
Patrick drew a shaky breath and continued, waiting impatiently for Gabe to finish.
"Let's get it on!"
He was a mess of strangled moans until he finished, shouting as he came,
"Patrick!!!"
Patrick slid to his knees, trying to catch his breath and he felt his heart rate was through the roof."God, I hope Patrick didn't hear that..."
He'd definitely heard it. He'd heard it so well he needed to go and shower. Right away.
X
"But I really don't drink Gabe," Patrick said meekly. "I don't remember what happened the last time I did but I woke up in Albuquerque, on my front duck-taped to a bed with a sore ass, a splitting headache and a memory of more than one dude."
"That's a seriously hot image," Gabe grinned broadly. "And you should have turned left. Now drink some of this and Que Sera Sera."
"I don't speak French either..." Patrick mumbled and took a careful sip.
X
There was a reason Patrick didn't drink.
He really couldn't handle his drink and even after two of whatever it was Gabe kept giving him, he was slurring his words and rambling on about something. Gabe was looking at the flush on his face and the way his eyes sparkled when he giggled. Why was everything about this boy so pretty?
"Youuu like me don't youu Gabriell?" Patrick asked and put his hand on Gabe's shoulder, or more fell off his stool and his arm landed on Gabe's shoulder.
"Yeah, 'Trick. A lot," Gabe replied. "But the nickname is kinda unappreciated."
"No noo no no!" Patrick shook his head furiously, throwing him off balance even more. "You have to be called Gabriel!! ’Cause you're an angel!"
"Aw, I’m too much of a man-whore to be an angel but the sentiment is touching," Gabe laughed. He could see Patrick would pass out if he had any more to drink and stood up.
“I think we’d better go, light-weight,” he said and helped Patrick up off his stool. It had been about 2 hours and despite Patrick being totally off his face he hadn't made any advances on Gabe whatsoever.
Maybe he was loosing his touch?
"Noo! I want to stay here!" Patrick demanded like a child.
"You're drunk," Gabe said simply and walked Patrick out of the bar.
"I don't care..." Patrick grumbled. "I'm being starved of sex, so I’ll take up drink."
"You'll wake up naked in Albuquerque," Gabe told him, laughing reminiscently at Patrick's interesting story as he sat Patrick in his car.
"Depending on who I wake up next to," Patrick purred, leaning over and putting his hand on Gabe's leg as he sat in the driving seat. "I don't mind."
Gabe bit hard into his bottom lip. It had worked and he was so turned on right now by Patrick he couldn't help but pull the strawberry blonde into a kiss. He savored each taste of Patrick's pretty pink lips as they pressed against his with a pressure that was gentle but still so electric. Before he could even get his arms around Patrick he was up against the car door with his legs around Patrick's waist. He could feel Patrick's rock-hard cock brushing against his own and he bit down hard on Patrick's bottom lip, moaning softly into the kiss. He pulled himself away and with his head pressed against Patrick's he breathed between rushed kisses,
"We're not doing this in a car."
"Drive," Patrick said and pulled at Gabe's lip with his teeth. "Fast."
X
Patrick was stood in the lift with Gabe, pulling off each other's shirts as it went up and running into Patrick's house, whispering and tip-toeing Patrick knew how wring this was but every time those long brown fingers sent an electric spark up his spine, his mind was clouded with unrelenting want.
They got inside the door and Gabe put out his arm to close it but Patrick pulled him away.
Once they had managed to get to the bed, Gabe sat down and pulled Patrick onto him, tugging hard at Patrick's waistband to make his intentions clear. Patrick, who was straddling the taller man, leaned forward and nibbled at Gabe's ear telling him in a breathy whisper how bad he wanted him.
He moaned into Gabe's skin, the other man's surprised shudder spurring him on more, and moved his lips down to Gabe's neck, licking, biting and sucking on skin that tasted sweeter with each moment Patrick's lips met it until he was at Gabe's waist band and with some skilled movements of Patrick's teeth, his fly was undone.
"Wow," Gabe breathed. "You've had practice."
Patrick smirked up at Gabe and said bluntly,
"Flip."
Gabe obeyed and turned to lie on his front. He heard Patrick searching his drawers and pulling out lube and condoms.
"Keep them in the top drawer," Gabe commented. "Shortens the wait."
He shuddered at the cold when Patrick spread lube around his entrance.
"Believe me, Gabe," Patrick purred. "It'll be worth the wait."
Tense with anticipation he felt Patrick slowly slide his trousers and then his underwear down past his knees and the friction made him even harder than he was before. Slowly Patrick slid a finger inside and almost immediately another. Gabe moaned loudly for another and Patrick did as he was told and arching his fingers upwards, Gabe made a sharp growl that told Patrick he'd hit the right spot.
"Ready?" Patrick asked and Gabe, who Patrick could tell was unable to string even slightly recognizable sounds together to form sentences, nodded and Patrick knelt over him, grabbed his waist and eased himself inside Gabe and he could feel every fibre of his body screaming for skin. He moved in and out slowly as Gabe's back arched upwards and he dug his nails hard into Patrick's back.
"Patrick," Gabe moaned and pulled him close, further in so he could hit that one spot he wasn't quite reaching and it was driving Gabe insane. "Just--fuck... Faster!"
Patrick pulled out and slammed back in hard, both of them moaning and roaring simultaneously, Gabe arched his spine and bent his head back to attach his lips to Patrick's, his tongue was pulling Patrick harder into the kiss and Patrick, shivering and quaking at the feeling of Gabe's lips so close and hard on his mouth, sped up until he got a steady rhythm going, steadily getting harder and with each thrust he gripped tighter onto Gabe's waist, feeling he bruises forming under his fingers but being on too much of an erotic high to care. Being alone for so long took more of a toll than he'd realized and right now he couldn’t even gather himself together enough to speak.
He moved faster as he felt so fucking close, his movement becoming erratic and faster as he edged closer and closer to exploding. He felt Gabe squirming and writhing under him, incoherent sounds emanating from his mouth and that turned Patrick on even more.
"My neck," he gasped suddenly. "Your lips -fuck- my neck... Please, I’m so fucking close!!"
Patrick obeyed and with one final and hard thrust he latched his lips onto Gabe's neck, both of them in a sweaty heap and he came there, his hazy mind making him moan one last time,
"Pete!!!"
Gabe came shortly after and as Patrick pulled out with a muffled 'pop', Gabe held his head and laughed a little bit.
'He's so far gone,' he thought before drifting to sleep. 'I'm such an ass.'
X
"I'm really sorry about last night Patrick, I was weak and I shouldn't have taken advantage while you were drunk," Gabe apologized the next morning and Patrick shook his head, aggravating his hangover even more.
"Takes two to tango," he shrugged. "At least I’m not in Albuquerque."
"Well if it's any consolation, you're an amazing dancer," Gabe winked and Patrick blushed.
"Thanks. How long are you staying again?" he asked.
"I was going to stay the rest of the week but I get it would be uncomfortable. I'll stay for the rest of the day then I’m off," Gabe replied and Patrick thanked him again.
"Pete's a lucky bastard," Gabe laughed. "Before I go. One kiss? Just to say goodbye?"
Patrick pondered this for a while.
"Really quick, okay?" he said firmly and Gabe nodded.
"I'll try," he said and leaned in closer
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Pete had seen Patrick's door was open and he walked in quietly.'Maybe I’ll catch 'Trick jacking off!' he had thought excitedly, but nothing had prepared him for what he saw. Gabe and Patrick, lips attached to each other and he'd never seen Patrick look like that before.
"You'd better clean up," Gabe told Patrick when he broke away, "Pete sees a used condom on the bed he'll kind of want an explanation."
Pete was sure his heart had stopped because he'd just died, right on that spot. There was no way Patrick would ever do anything like that!
But then, he didn't know Patrick all that well…
He did know Gabe though, and as much of a man whore as he is, he doesn’t do anything the other person doesn’t agree with.
Oh God Oh God Oh God.
Andy was right. Patrick deserved better than him and it seemed Patrick had realized this for himself.
He edged away from the door so as not to make any noise and went back to his house.
“I thought you had a job,” Kirsten asked when she saw him walk back into the house. “You didn’t fire yourself again, did you?”
“I’m not going in today,” Pete grunted and went back to bed. “I don’t feel like any awkward situations today, and Patrick wouldn’t want me there. He’s happy, let him be.”
He sat on the floor in his room and pulled a cigarette out from a box under his bed. He pulled out a lighter from the same box. Without even blinking he stuck the cigarette in his mouth and lit up, watching it burn away and wishing silently that he could do the same.
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