The World's Not Waiting (For Two Tired Lovers In A Crummy-Ass Apartment Block)(14/16)
Title:The World's Not Waiting (For Two Tired Lovers In A Crummy-Ass Apartment Block)
Rating: T+
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:
paper_teenheart
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original character
Previous Chapters:
1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12/ 13/ 13b
A/n: still don't know anything about Chicago at ALL. I only spoke about the area for a few lines but still, remember I'm making it up.
Pete had a knack for blowing the smallest things out of proportion.
For instance, Pete and Patrick were talking about high school for absolutely no reason and after laughing with each other about awful styles -Patrick maintained that argyle was WIN and always will be. Bleach blonde hair on Pete? Not so much- they started talking about relationships. Pete was a little bit of a whore, but that was just a given. So when Pete asked Patrick and he replied,
“I never really got asked out. I asked a girl out once but, she said no. I never actually really dated in high school to be perfectly honest with you.”
Pete just stared for a while.
“Pete? Are you dead?” Patrick quizzed and poked him on the nose.
“You never dated in high school?” Pete asked incredulously. “What, you just chose not to date?”
“Um, nope. I just didn’t,” Patrick shrugged and put his head on Pete’s chest.
“What the fuck kind of high school did you go to?” Pete exclaimed. “Was everyone like, blind and deaf?”
“Maybe,” Patrick smiled. “It could have been all the argyle and plaid. Too much high fashion. They couldn’t handle it.”
“I don’t get it…” Pete pouted and Patrick sat up, looking him straight in the eye.
“Aw don’t fret about it ‘Tink,” he smiled. “High school has been over for a long while now. I’ve changed since then. I’m a little less awkward and a little more mature I guess. Only a little though. Besides, if I had dated in high school I would have had less time to learn how to be so good at what I do now, huh?”
Pete still looked a little put out and Patrick knew he wasn’t going to forget this little conversation
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“Patrick?”
“Hmm?”
“Will you go out with me?”
“…”
Patrick never thought Pete could ever get any more weird but really, what?!
“Where have you been all this time, Pete?” Patrick asked the grinning man sat opposite him and Pete just laughed like Patrick was joking and he wasn’t at all weird (which Patrick, some of the time, thought Pete actually believed).
“No really, I’m being serious. We’re making up for years of lost time starting now!” Pete announced and that grin that only means trouble was just all over his face.
“Pete,” Patrick whined, holding his head in his hands. “I’m not some kind of lonely virginal little… person!! I have dated before!”
“Yeah,” Pete huffed. “But not as much as you deserve to! Therefore I’m gonna spoil you ‘cause I can.”
Patrick cocked an eyebrow, then just smiled and put his arms around Pete.
“Sentimental asshole,” he laughed. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
“You haven’t answered my question, ‘Trick,” Pete reminded him.
“Huh? O-okay, yeah that’s-yeah,” Patrick answered, blushing a little.
“You’re so cute ‘Trick,” Pete laughed. “Hey Patrick?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Can we go meet your parents?”
XxX
Patrick didn’t remember actually ever agreeing to this but he was in his car, Pete sat next to him and he was looking really nervous for someone who had asked to do this.
“Pete, are you okay?” Patrick asked and Pete looked up from is lap, flashed Patrick an ‘I’m-not-okay-but-don’t-worry’ grin and went back to looking like he was going to throw up.
“Relax,” Patrick smiled at him. “I’m sure my mom will love you. You asked to come and see her, right? That’s automatic responsibility points!”
“I’m just… I want to make a good impression,” Pete shrugged.
“Aw, I guarantee my mum will adore you,” Patrick grinned and Pete shrugged.
“Is your dad like, really big and scary?” Pete asked and Patrick snorted, imagining his dad as a tattooed 7ft tall body builder hunched over an acoustic guitar playing folk songs. “No dude,” Patrick laughed. “He’s fairly tall but really, he’s not going to beat you up. Ever. Besides, we’re not meeting him yet. He doesn’t live here.”
“Oh shit!” Pete groaned and held his head. “Dude, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. There’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s not like he’s dead or anything,” Patrick said dismissively. “Besides, it was when I was like, shorter than I am now.” He didn’t mind when people said sorry for mentioning his parents weren’t together or anything because he knew they meant well, plus Pete looked relatively out of his mind with fear and he didn’t need Patrick going on at him.
Pete drew a shaky breath when he saw Patrick was about to park and Patrick smiled fondly. This nervous Pete was really endearing and as they parked up outside Patrick’s mum’s house, Patrick shiftily checked no one was at the window and undid his seatbelt so he could reach over and give Pete a supportive, crashing kiss on the lips.
“You will be fine ‘Tink!” Patrick assured him again and Pete looked a little shocked which made Patrick smile. Wasn’t he supposed to be the innocent one?
“Okay, yeah, I… Yeah. Let’s go-yeah,” Pete struggled over his words and undid his seatbelt to get out of the car.
Glenview was quite a bit different to Wilmette. Kind of, quieter. Plus, no matter how few and far between his visits were it always felt like he’d just been on holiday and was coming back.
Patrick pondered over whether he’d remembered to call to say he was coming over and that he was bringing someone. His mum liked to make sure the house was more or less spotless when people came over. She was that kind of person, house proud.
Patrick walked up to the door, Pete stood behind him with his hand threaded in Patrick’s and Patrick rang the doorbell.
“Patrick?! I’m coming!” a familiar voice rang from inside the house.
Yeah, he’d called.
Pete was still terrified. Worrying about whether eyeliner was such a good decision today, if Patrick’s mum was going to like the way he was dressed and this area didn’t look like there were many guys in eyeliner and ratty Atticus hoodies running around setting fires to tennis balls (ah, the glory days).
A woman that looked a lot like Patrick opened the door, that Pete was guessing was Patrick’s mum. He was right; she was really pretty and looked like such a mum!
‘No way, is that an apron she’s wearing? With kittens on it?!’ Pete thought. That was kind of surreal for him.
“Mum, do you have to wear that every time I bring someone over? I’m in my 20s now!” Patrick sighed.
“Oh thanks,” his mum replied sarcastically. “Hello to you too Patrick sweetie, oh long lost son of mine! I don’t comment on what you wear!”
“Yes you do,” Patrick corrected her.
“Yes, but I’m your mother so it’s the rules!” Patrick’s mum said triumphantly. She peered over Patrick’s shoulder to see Pete and greeted him with a wave and a warm smile.
“Patrick,” she nudged Patrick. “Introduce me.”
“Uh, mum, this is Pete,” Patrick said, gesturing towards Pete who shuffled out from behind Patrick. “Pete, this is my mum, Patricia.”
“No way!” Pete blurted out then felt his face go hot and looked at his feet. Patrick shook his head, trying not to laugh.
“Yes way, Pete,” he grinned, a slight embarrassed shade of pink creeping into his face.
Patrick’s mum beamed and Pete smiled back, feeling a little less nervous since she seemed really nice, and didn’t mind his little outburst. She gestured for them both to come in and they did.
“So, what has Patrick told you about me?” she asked as the pair followed her into the living room, their fingers still intertwined.
“Uh, um, nothing actually,” Pete stammered. “I guessed you look like Patrick though, and you do.”
“I know,” Patrick’s mum smiled. “He’s so pretty isn’t he?”
“God! Mum!” Patrick whined and Pete giggled and squeezed Patrick’s hand in a way that meant, ‘but you are pretty’
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“Kevin! Look who’s here!” Patrick’s mum called into the living room and a man that was older and a fair amount taller than Patrick was sat there.
“Hey Patrick,” the man that Pete assumed was Patrick’s brother Kevin said. “And…?”
“Pete,” Pete introduced himself and let go of Patrick’s hand to shake the hand Kevin was extending to him. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Kevin smiled and went back to sitting down. He seemed nice. Patrick’s family all seemed pretty cool and Pete felt himself starting to relax a little.
“Why don’t you boys sit down?” Patrick’s mum smiled and patted the seat next to her. “I want to get to know all about you Peter.”
Pete felt an awful pang of worry building back up again.
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Pete’s worries were more or less not needed at all. Pete absolutely adored Patrick’s mum or Patricia as he was now told to call her, much to Patrick’s delight. Except he kept prodding Patrick and saying, “You have the same name as your mum!!”
She was unspeakably nice and a little bit sarcastic in the nicest possible way to Pete which he found absolutely fantastic, and he pointed out that Patrick and his mum had the same smile which Patrick still couldn’t see.
Kevin (Who had also said the apron was way too much before hand, which made Patrick smirk at his mum triumphantly) was really nice too. He and Pete had a really interesting conversation about Decaydance and Pete, surprisingly and thankfully, didn’t bat an eyelid. It was like Pete had known Patrick’s family for ages and when Patrick’s mum (he still wasn’t used to the whole Patricia thing. Plus it made him giggle) brought out her photo albums it was just fun for all, except Patrick of course.
“No way! This is too cute!” Pete kept laughing while watching Patrick get pinker and pinker around his ears as his mum pulled out the next picture, going, “…and this is Patrick using . “Can I have this? Really can I like, borrow this and photocopy all these pictures? Hey ‘Trick, Have you always had this hat thing?”
Patrick would just mumble embarrassed responses and laugh along a little bit too.
They were going to stay for dinner but Patrick had to drag Pete away, saying if he stayed for dinner he’d never leave but was really kind of done with being humiliated in stages from birth to present day. Clever Patrick. He got away and still managed to flatter his mum. Pete was so proud of Patrick’s clever thinking he kissed him right there on the doorstep with the front door half open. Patrick checked if anyone was watching afterwards and he was sure he saw a flash of the kitten apron disappear around the corner into the living room but he pretended it hadn’t happened.
XxX
“You know, my mum is going to start calling me ‘Trick now,” Patrick told Pete who giggled at that.
“Everyone should call you ‘Trick!” he grinned. “It’s cute!”
“But that’s your name for me!” Patrick protested and Pete buried his face into the curve of Patrick’s neck.
“’Trick…” he breathed a little bit absently. “Love you.”
“Pete, I’m driving,” Patrick warned, making a desperate sound in the back of his throat when he felt Pete’s lips connect with his skin. “We’re gonna crash and-oh… you’re gonna kill me Pete…”
“So we’ll crash and die together,” Pete purred lazily and kissed Patrick’s neck again.
“You know,” Pete told Patrick cheerfully. “I think those baby pictures made me fall more in love with you, ‘Trick.” Patrick just looked at him as they pulled up somewhere across town.
“There’s a word for that, Pete,” he said warningly.
“I’m paying you a compliment and all you’re doing is accusing me of paedophilia!” Pete exclaimed, scandalized at Patrick’s behaviour.
“We’re at my dad’s house now. Be grateful I’m calling you a paedophile in the car," Patrick told Pete who instantly shrank back in on himself, nodding silently.
"Will he mind the makeup?" Pete asked as they walked to Patrick's dad's door and Patrick shrugged.
"He'll be a little confused, sure. But he won’t necessarily mind. Just as long as you're dressed like a boy and-- oh, you're wearing girls pants he's gonna mutilate you. Create a huge shrine and perform a holy sacrifice to Johnny Cash."
"You are one evil little man, Patrick Martin Stumph," Pete growled and poked Patrick in the side.
"I learned from you, Petey," Patrick smiled brightly as he rang the doorbell. Pete would have replied if the door hadn’t opened and a fairly tall balding man with eyes just like Patrick's opened the door in a plaid shirt he swore he'd seen Patrick in before.
"Patrick!" Patrick's dad said brightly, and then turned to Pete. "And... friend? Or..."
"This is Pete, dad," Patrick interrupted him before he started making hand gestures and he could see his fingers positively twitching. "My boyfriend."
"Ah I see. Patrick taking care of you?" Patrick's dad quizzed Pete.
"Um..." Pete nervously tried to find some words. "Yeah. A lot."
"Good, good," Patrick's dad nodded then turned back to Patrick. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure, kiddo?”
“I, uh,” Pete piped up, trying his best to keep eye-level with Patrick’s dad. “Kind of wanted to do this properly since Patrick’s kind of a special guy so um, I wanted to ask your permission to, you know, be with him, I guess.”
“You guess, huh?” Patrick’s dad asked, sounding more serious. Pete straightened up a little.
“I… No, I’m sure. Positive even. I love him, seriously,” he said firmly and Patrick’s dad smiled, clapping him on the shoulder and saying,
“You’re a good kid, Pete!”
He turned to Patrick and gave him an over-enthusiastic thumbs up in the most embarrassing way and Patrick would have blushed at his dad’s weirdness if he wasn’t so astounded at Pete and the way he’d just spilled his heart and Patrick could feel his own positively thumping with pride.
“Um, why are we still on my doorstep, kids?”
Patrick looked down and saw his dad was right and it was pretty cold so yeah, inside sounds pretty good.
The pair of them followed Patrick’s dad into the house and Patrick grabbed Pete’s hand. He pulled him close.
“You’re a million kinds of amazing, Pete,” he told him quietly and Pete smiled nervously.
“I only deal in truth,” he shrugged.
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They were at Patrick’s dad’s house for a surprisingly short time. Patrick spent a lot of time catching up with his dad who bitched about his hair being too long for a little bit but spent most of the time catching up with Patrick and prying into Pete’s past in such an unbearably funny way.
For example:
“So, Peter! Have you got any illegitimate kids hiding away somewhere living with a jealous ex-girlfriend?”
Yeah, he was a particularly blunt man. Patrick could never quite tell if he was joking or not and it unnerved a lot of people, especially Pete.
But they did bond really well. Both of them discovering their mutual concern with Patrick’s huge love (Patrick insisted it was not an obsession) of David Bowie (“I told his mum letting him watch The Labyrinth when he was so young was a bad idea,” he told Pete. “I think that’s what finally ‘sealed the deal’ if you know what I mean.”
“Dad!!!!”)
XxX
“Your dad scares me a little,” Pete told Patrick as they got into the car and waved at the aforementioned man as they drove away.
“He scares a lot of people, but he’s cool when he’s not bitching about my hair,” Patrick laughed and Pete ran his fingers through Patrick’s hair and shrugged.
“Patrick,” Pete asked.
“Hmm?” Patrick replied.
“I want to take you out, you know, properly. Tomorrow,” he said and Patrick quirked an eyebrow.
“Really?” Patrick asked. “You’re serious about this making up for lost time thing, huh?”
“I just kind of want to walk around and show you off,” Pete grinned and took up his favourite spot on Patrick’s neck. “I want to do this in public. Make everyone else jealous…”
“Aw, you’re too cute,” Patrick smiled. “If you’re nice enough I might just put out…”
Pete laughed and put his hand up the back of Patrick’s hoodie. The car swerved and Pete had to keep his hands to himself on pain of death.
“It’s not my fault I can’t keep my hands to myself!”
“Yes. Yes it is your fault. Entirely your fault,”
“I’m trying to shower you with affection!”
“You nearly got us killed!”
“’Cause I’m amazing and you just crumble whenever I touch you. Admit it.”
“Go to bed, Pete,”
“Only if you come with me!”
“!!!”
“Boo and YAH! You’re freakin’ itching for some of Pete!”
“Refer to yourself in the 3rd person again and I’m leaving you.”
“…”
“Now what did we agree?”
“…Hands to myself…”
Pete knew Patrick was a very very smart boy, but sometimes he just didn’t quite understand where Pete’s mind went when he got bored.
Straight to guttersville, baby!
Pete sat in the passenger seat, looking extremely put out and taking long, lustful glances at Patrick and wondering how he was going to make him change his mind. So he decided to play dirty.
He unbuckled the studded belt he was wearing and unzipped his fly. He saw that the noise made Patrick’s eyes flick quickly to Pete’s crotch and back to the road, which made Pete grin. He was getting Patrick’s attention. So he moved onto the ‘fun part’.
He pulled his jeans round his ankles and shoved a hand down his pants, taking his cock in his hand and sliding it up and down, teasing the head with his thumb with his head turned over to Patrick, half grinning half biting down on his lip hard enough to taste blood and a slight hitch in his breath was all it took for Patrick’s head to snap around, the adorably embarrassed flush in his cheeks damn near irresistible to Pete who was already rock hard and moaning like a porn star.
“Is this what you… had in mind… ‘Trick?” Pete panted and Patrick stuttered out,
“N-no, I didn’t. Pete please, I’m driving…”
“So… stop then,” Pete smirked and slowly stroked the underside of his cock all the way to the head and let out a heavy and lustful,
“Patrick…”
In the pre-orgasmic haze of jacking off Pete didn’t realise that Patrick had in fact stopped driving and was watching him hungrily until he just couldn’t bear not to be a part of this. Seeing Pete arched up, jeans around his ankles and the sounds he was making that should be illegal (Pete had no right to make his name sound so good). He raised his hand involuntarily and pulled Pete’s away, breathing heavily,
“Please, let me…” and trailed off. Pete knew what he meant and nodded hurriedly. Patrick quickly pushed the seat back and instructed Pete to lie down. He did so and Patrick pulled down his boxers, taking all of him into his mouth and sucking hard. Pete made a deep growling sound in the back of his throat, urging Patrick on and Patrick held his hips tight. Partly to stop him bucking his hips and partly because he knew Pete liked it when he dug his nails in (he could hear it at that moment in time).
“’Trick I-- OhIloveyou… faster please I’m so close!” Pete begged, the closer he got the more incoherent his begging got but Patrick’s brain was already clouding over as his own hand reached into his trousers and began jerking hard and fast, only slightly loosing his firm concentration on making Pete scream like he’d never done before.
Lightly dragging his teeth along the underside and licking around the head, then taking Pete into his throat and humming. He could taste the salty beads of pre-come leaking into his mouth and hearing Pete begging, moaning and almost sobbing his name accompanied by the feeling of his own hand skillfully teasing his balls and stroking in time with his head bobbing up and down was so intense Patrick couldn’t believe what was happening. That and the fact it was Pete drove him absolutely wild.
He felt hips jerk and one long loud scream as Pete came in his mouth. He pulled off, swallowing and pulling Pete up to kiss him, still jerking himself off.
“You’re-I… you’re amazing…” Pete whispered into Patrick’s mouth and he was tipped over the edge, leaking all over himself and Pete and moaning into a fantastic kiss.
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They lay there, sticky and smelling like sex forever in each others arms, every so often shifting into a quick kiss but just lying there, totally unaware of the world around them or even where the hell they had stopped.
Pete, who had his head turned to face the door of the car, turned to look at Patrick and grinned.
“We still up for tomorrow?”
“Always.”
15a
Rating: T+
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:
paper_teenheart
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original character
Previous Chapters:
1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12/ 13/ 13b
A/n: still don't know anything about Chicago at ALL. I only spoke about the area for a few lines but still, remember I'm making it up.
Pete had a knack for blowing the smallest things out of proportion.
For instance, Pete and Patrick were talking about high school for absolutely no reason and after laughing with each other about awful styles -Patrick maintained that argyle was WIN and always will be. Bleach blonde hair on Pete? Not so much- they started talking about relationships. Pete was a little bit of a whore, but that was just a given. So when Pete asked Patrick and he replied,
“I never really got asked out. I asked a girl out once but, she said no. I never actually really dated in high school to be perfectly honest with you.”
Pete just stared for a while.
“Pete? Are you dead?” Patrick quizzed and poked him on the nose.
“You never dated in high school?” Pete asked incredulously. “What, you just chose not to date?”
“Um, nope. I just didn’t,” Patrick shrugged and put his head on Pete’s chest.
“What the fuck kind of high school did you go to?” Pete exclaimed. “Was everyone like, blind and deaf?”
“Maybe,” Patrick smiled. “It could have been all the argyle and plaid. Too much high fashion. They couldn’t handle it.”
“I don’t get it…” Pete pouted and Patrick sat up, looking him straight in the eye.
“Aw don’t fret about it ‘Tink,” he smiled. “High school has been over for a long while now. I’ve changed since then. I’m a little less awkward and a little more mature I guess. Only a little though. Besides, if I had dated in high school I would have had less time to learn how to be so good at what I do now, huh?”
Pete still looked a little put out and Patrick knew he wasn’t going to forget this little conversation
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“Patrick?”
“Hmm?”
“Will you go out with me?”
“…”
Patrick never thought Pete could ever get any more weird but really, what?!
“Where have you been all this time, Pete?” Patrick asked the grinning man sat opposite him and Pete just laughed like Patrick was joking and he wasn’t at all weird (which Patrick, some of the time, thought Pete actually believed).
“No really, I’m being serious. We’re making up for years of lost time starting now!” Pete announced and that grin that only means trouble was just all over his face.
“Pete,” Patrick whined, holding his head in his hands. “I’m not some kind of lonely virginal little… person!! I have dated before!”
“Yeah,” Pete huffed. “But not as much as you deserve to! Therefore I’m gonna spoil you ‘cause I can.”
Patrick cocked an eyebrow, then just smiled and put his arms around Pete.
“Sentimental asshole,” he laughed. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
“You haven’t answered my question, ‘Trick,” Pete reminded him.
“Huh? O-okay, yeah that’s-yeah,” Patrick answered, blushing a little.
“You’re so cute ‘Trick,” Pete laughed. “Hey Patrick?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Can we go meet your parents?”
XxX
Patrick didn’t remember actually ever agreeing to this but he was in his car, Pete sat next to him and he was looking really nervous for someone who had asked to do this.
“Pete, are you okay?” Patrick asked and Pete looked up from is lap, flashed Patrick an ‘I’m-not-okay-but-don’t-worry’ grin and went back to looking like he was going to throw up.
“Relax,” Patrick smiled at him. “I’m sure my mom will love you. You asked to come and see her, right? That’s automatic responsibility points!”
“I’m just… I want to make a good impression,” Pete shrugged.
“Aw, I guarantee my mum will adore you,” Patrick grinned and Pete shrugged.
“Is your dad like, really big and scary?” Pete asked and Patrick snorted, imagining his dad as a tattooed 7ft tall body builder hunched over an acoustic guitar playing folk songs. “No dude,” Patrick laughed. “He’s fairly tall but really, he’s not going to beat you up. Ever. Besides, we’re not meeting him yet. He doesn’t live here.”
“Oh shit!” Pete groaned and held his head. “Dude, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. There’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s not like he’s dead or anything,” Patrick said dismissively. “Besides, it was when I was like, shorter than I am now.” He didn’t mind when people said sorry for mentioning his parents weren’t together or anything because he knew they meant well, plus Pete looked relatively out of his mind with fear and he didn’t need Patrick going on at him.
Pete drew a shaky breath when he saw Patrick was about to park and Patrick smiled fondly. This nervous Pete was really endearing and as they parked up outside Patrick’s mum’s house, Patrick shiftily checked no one was at the window and undid his seatbelt so he could reach over and give Pete a supportive, crashing kiss on the lips.
“You will be fine ‘Tink!” Patrick assured him again and Pete looked a little shocked which made Patrick smile. Wasn’t he supposed to be the innocent one?
“Okay, yeah, I… Yeah. Let’s go-yeah,” Pete struggled over his words and undid his seatbelt to get out of the car.
Glenview was quite a bit different to Wilmette. Kind of, quieter. Plus, no matter how few and far between his visits were it always felt like he’d just been on holiday and was coming back.
Patrick pondered over whether he’d remembered to call to say he was coming over and that he was bringing someone. His mum liked to make sure the house was more or less spotless when people came over. She was that kind of person, house proud.
Patrick walked up to the door, Pete stood behind him with his hand threaded in Patrick’s and Patrick rang the doorbell.
“Patrick?! I’m coming!” a familiar voice rang from inside the house.
Yeah, he’d called.
Pete was still terrified. Worrying about whether eyeliner was such a good decision today, if Patrick’s mum was going to like the way he was dressed and this area didn’t look like there were many guys in eyeliner and ratty Atticus hoodies running around setting fires to tennis balls (ah, the glory days).
A woman that looked a lot like Patrick opened the door, that Pete was guessing was Patrick’s mum. He was right; she was really pretty and looked like such a mum!
‘No way, is that an apron she’s wearing? With kittens on it?!’ Pete thought. That was kind of surreal for him.
“Mum, do you have to wear that every time I bring someone over? I’m in my 20s now!” Patrick sighed.
“Oh thanks,” his mum replied sarcastically. “Hello to you too Patrick sweetie, oh long lost son of mine! I don’t comment on what you wear!”
“Yes you do,” Patrick corrected her.
“Yes, but I’m your mother so it’s the rules!” Patrick’s mum said triumphantly. She peered over Patrick’s shoulder to see Pete and greeted him with a wave and a warm smile.
“Patrick,” she nudged Patrick. “Introduce me.”
“Uh, mum, this is Pete,” Patrick said, gesturing towards Pete who shuffled out from behind Patrick. “Pete, this is my mum, Patricia.”
“No way!” Pete blurted out then felt his face go hot and looked at his feet. Patrick shook his head, trying not to laugh.
“Yes way, Pete,” he grinned, a slight embarrassed shade of pink creeping into his face.
Patrick’s mum beamed and Pete smiled back, feeling a little less nervous since she seemed really nice, and didn’t mind his little outburst. She gestured for them both to come in and they did.
“So, what has Patrick told you about me?” she asked as the pair followed her into the living room, their fingers still intertwined.
“Uh, um, nothing actually,” Pete stammered. “I guessed you look like Patrick though, and you do.”
“I know,” Patrick’s mum smiled. “He’s so pretty isn’t he?”
“God! Mum!” Patrick whined and Pete giggled and squeezed Patrick’s hand in a way that meant, ‘but you are pretty’
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“Kevin! Look who’s here!” Patrick’s mum called into the living room and a man that was older and a fair amount taller than Patrick was sat there.
“Hey Patrick,” the man that Pete assumed was Patrick’s brother Kevin said. “And…?”
“Pete,” Pete introduced himself and let go of Patrick’s hand to shake the hand Kevin was extending to him. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Kevin smiled and went back to sitting down. He seemed nice. Patrick’s family all seemed pretty cool and Pete felt himself starting to relax a little.
“Why don’t you boys sit down?” Patrick’s mum smiled and patted the seat next to her. “I want to get to know all about you Peter.”
Pete felt an awful pang of worry building back up again.
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Pete’s worries were more or less not needed at all. Pete absolutely adored Patrick’s mum or Patricia as he was now told to call her, much to Patrick’s delight. Except he kept prodding Patrick and saying, “You have the same name as your mum!!”
She was unspeakably nice and a little bit sarcastic in the nicest possible way to Pete which he found absolutely fantastic, and he pointed out that Patrick and his mum had the same smile which Patrick still couldn’t see.
Kevin (Who had also said the apron was way too much before hand, which made Patrick smirk at his mum triumphantly) was really nice too. He and Pete had a really interesting conversation about Decaydance and Pete, surprisingly and thankfully, didn’t bat an eyelid. It was like Pete had known Patrick’s family for ages and when Patrick’s mum (he still wasn’t used to the whole Patricia thing. Plus it made him giggle) brought out her photo albums it was just fun for all, except Patrick of course.
“No way! This is too cute!” Pete kept laughing while watching Patrick get pinker and pinker around his ears as his mum pulled out the next picture, going, “…and this is Patrick using . “Can I have this? Really can I like, borrow this and photocopy all these pictures? Hey ‘Trick, Have you always had this hat thing?”
Patrick would just mumble embarrassed responses and laugh along a little bit too.
They were going to stay for dinner but Patrick had to drag Pete away, saying if he stayed for dinner he’d never leave but was really kind of done with being humiliated in stages from birth to present day. Clever Patrick. He got away and still managed to flatter his mum. Pete was so proud of Patrick’s clever thinking he kissed him right there on the doorstep with the front door half open. Patrick checked if anyone was watching afterwards and he was sure he saw a flash of the kitten apron disappear around the corner into the living room but he pretended it hadn’t happened.
XxX
“You know, my mum is going to start calling me ‘Trick now,” Patrick told Pete who giggled at that.
“Everyone should call you ‘Trick!” he grinned. “It’s cute!”
“But that’s your name for me!” Patrick protested and Pete buried his face into the curve of Patrick’s neck.
“’Trick…” he breathed a little bit absently. “Love you.”
“Pete, I’m driving,” Patrick warned, making a desperate sound in the back of his throat when he felt Pete’s lips connect with his skin. “We’re gonna crash and-oh… you’re gonna kill me Pete…”
“So we’ll crash and die together,” Pete purred lazily and kissed Patrick’s neck again.
“You know,” Pete told Patrick cheerfully. “I think those baby pictures made me fall more in love with you, ‘Trick.” Patrick just looked at him as they pulled up somewhere across town.
“There’s a word for that, Pete,” he said warningly.
“I’m paying you a compliment and all you’re doing is accusing me of paedophilia!” Pete exclaimed, scandalized at Patrick’s behaviour.
“We’re at my dad’s house now. Be grateful I’m calling you a paedophile in the car," Patrick told Pete who instantly shrank back in on himself, nodding silently.
"Will he mind the makeup?" Pete asked as they walked to Patrick's dad's door and Patrick shrugged.
"He'll be a little confused, sure. But he won’t necessarily mind. Just as long as you're dressed like a boy and-- oh, you're wearing girls pants he's gonna mutilate you. Create a huge shrine and perform a holy sacrifice to Johnny Cash."
"You are one evil little man, Patrick Martin Stumph," Pete growled and poked Patrick in the side.
"I learned from you, Petey," Patrick smiled brightly as he rang the doorbell. Pete would have replied if the door hadn’t opened and a fairly tall balding man with eyes just like Patrick's opened the door in a plaid shirt he swore he'd seen Patrick in before.
"Patrick!" Patrick's dad said brightly, and then turned to Pete. "And... friend? Or..."
"This is Pete, dad," Patrick interrupted him before he started making hand gestures and he could see his fingers positively twitching. "My boyfriend."
"Ah I see. Patrick taking care of you?" Patrick's dad quizzed Pete.
"Um..." Pete nervously tried to find some words. "Yeah. A lot."
"Good, good," Patrick's dad nodded then turned back to Patrick. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure, kiddo?”
“I, uh,” Pete piped up, trying his best to keep eye-level with Patrick’s dad. “Kind of wanted to do this properly since Patrick’s kind of a special guy so um, I wanted to ask your permission to, you know, be with him, I guess.”
“You guess, huh?” Patrick’s dad asked, sounding more serious. Pete straightened up a little.
“I… No, I’m sure. Positive even. I love him, seriously,” he said firmly and Patrick’s dad smiled, clapping him on the shoulder and saying,
“You’re a good kid, Pete!”
He turned to Patrick and gave him an over-enthusiastic thumbs up in the most embarrassing way and Patrick would have blushed at his dad’s weirdness if he wasn’t so astounded at Pete and the way he’d just spilled his heart and Patrick could feel his own positively thumping with pride.
“Um, why are we still on my doorstep, kids?”
Patrick looked down and saw his dad was right and it was pretty cold so yeah, inside sounds pretty good.
The pair of them followed Patrick’s dad into the house and Patrick grabbed Pete’s hand. He pulled him close.
“You’re a million kinds of amazing, Pete,” he told him quietly and Pete smiled nervously.
“I only deal in truth,” he shrugged.
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They were at Patrick’s dad’s house for a surprisingly short time. Patrick spent a lot of time catching up with his dad who bitched about his hair being too long for a little bit but spent most of the time catching up with Patrick and prying into Pete’s past in such an unbearably funny way.
For example:
“So, Peter! Have you got any illegitimate kids hiding away somewhere living with a jealous ex-girlfriend?”
Yeah, he was a particularly blunt man. Patrick could never quite tell if he was joking or not and it unnerved a lot of people, especially Pete.
But they did bond really well. Both of them discovering their mutual concern with Patrick’s huge love (Patrick insisted it was not an obsession) of David Bowie (“I told his mum letting him watch The Labyrinth when he was so young was a bad idea,” he told Pete. “I think that’s what finally ‘sealed the deal’ if you know what I mean.”
“Dad!!!!”)
XxX
“Your dad scares me a little,” Pete told Patrick as they got into the car and waved at the aforementioned man as they drove away.
“He scares a lot of people, but he’s cool when he’s not bitching about my hair,” Patrick laughed and Pete ran his fingers through Patrick’s hair and shrugged.
“Patrick,” Pete asked.
“Hmm?” Patrick replied.
“I want to take you out, you know, properly. Tomorrow,” he said and Patrick quirked an eyebrow.
“Really?” Patrick asked. “You’re serious about this making up for lost time thing, huh?”
“I just kind of want to walk around and show you off,” Pete grinned and took up his favourite spot on Patrick’s neck. “I want to do this in public. Make everyone else jealous…”
“Aw, you’re too cute,” Patrick smiled. “If you’re nice enough I might just put out…”
Pete laughed and put his hand up the back of Patrick’s hoodie. The car swerved and Pete had to keep his hands to himself on pain of death.
“It’s not my fault I can’t keep my hands to myself!”
“Yes. Yes it is your fault. Entirely your fault,”
“I’m trying to shower you with affection!”
“You nearly got us killed!”
“’Cause I’m amazing and you just crumble whenever I touch you. Admit it.”
“Go to bed, Pete,”
“Only if you come with me!”
“!!!”
“Boo and YAH! You’re freakin’ itching for some of Pete!”
“Refer to yourself in the 3rd person again and I’m leaving you.”
“…”
“Now what did we agree?”
“…Hands to myself…”
Pete knew Patrick was a very very smart boy, but sometimes he just didn’t quite understand where Pete’s mind went when he got bored.
Straight to guttersville, baby!
Pete sat in the passenger seat, looking extremely put out and taking long, lustful glances at Patrick and wondering how he was going to make him change his mind. So he decided to play dirty.
He unbuckled the studded belt he was wearing and unzipped his fly. He saw that the noise made Patrick’s eyes flick quickly to Pete’s crotch and back to the road, which made Pete grin. He was getting Patrick’s attention. So he moved onto the ‘fun part’.
He pulled his jeans round his ankles and shoved a hand down his pants, taking his cock in his hand and sliding it up and down, teasing the head with his thumb with his head turned over to Patrick, half grinning half biting down on his lip hard enough to taste blood and a slight hitch in his breath was all it took for Patrick’s head to snap around, the adorably embarrassed flush in his cheeks damn near irresistible to Pete who was already rock hard and moaning like a porn star.
“Is this what you… had in mind… ‘Trick?” Pete panted and Patrick stuttered out,
“N-no, I didn’t. Pete please, I’m driving…”
“So… stop then,” Pete smirked and slowly stroked the underside of his cock all the way to the head and let out a heavy and lustful,
“Patrick…”
In the pre-orgasmic haze of jacking off Pete didn’t realise that Patrick had in fact stopped driving and was watching him hungrily until he just couldn’t bear not to be a part of this. Seeing Pete arched up, jeans around his ankles and the sounds he was making that should be illegal (Pete had no right to make his name sound so good). He raised his hand involuntarily and pulled Pete’s away, breathing heavily,
“Please, let me…” and trailed off. Pete knew what he meant and nodded hurriedly. Patrick quickly pushed the seat back and instructed Pete to lie down. He did so and Patrick pulled down his boxers, taking all of him into his mouth and sucking hard. Pete made a deep growling sound in the back of his throat, urging Patrick on and Patrick held his hips tight. Partly to stop him bucking his hips and partly because he knew Pete liked it when he dug his nails in (he could hear it at that moment in time).
“’Trick I-- OhIloveyou… faster please I’m so close!” Pete begged, the closer he got the more incoherent his begging got but Patrick’s brain was already clouding over as his own hand reached into his trousers and began jerking hard and fast, only slightly loosing his firm concentration on making Pete scream like he’d never done before.
Lightly dragging his teeth along the underside and licking around the head, then taking Pete into his throat and humming. He could taste the salty beads of pre-come leaking into his mouth and hearing Pete begging, moaning and almost sobbing his name accompanied by the feeling of his own hand skillfully teasing his balls and stroking in time with his head bobbing up and down was so intense Patrick couldn’t believe what was happening. That and the fact it was Pete drove him absolutely wild.
He felt hips jerk and one long loud scream as Pete came in his mouth. He pulled off, swallowing and pulling Pete up to kiss him, still jerking himself off.
“You’re-I… you’re amazing…” Pete whispered into Patrick’s mouth and he was tipped over the edge, leaking all over himself and Pete and moaning into a fantastic kiss.
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They lay there, sticky and smelling like sex forever in each others arms, every so often shifting into a quick kiss but just lying there, totally unaware of the world around them or even where the hell they had stopped.
Pete, who had his head turned to face the door of the car, turned to look at Patrick and grinned.
“We still up for tomorrow?”
“Always.”
15a