me and my evil twin (pete/frank, pete/omc, pete/patrick; pg-13)
me and my evil twin || pete wentz/frank iero & pete wentz/omc (+ unrequited pete wentz/patrick stump) || pg-13 || 1,245 words
written by elessar
summary: Pete discovers that not all is what it seems on the My Chemical Romance Warped Tour bus.
disclaimer: I own nothing. This is all just fiction.
Frank has always been a little weird. His band can attest to that. When Pete first meets him, he gives the Wentz stamp of approval (which, contrary to popular belief, is not an actual stamp) within the first five minutes. That is, of course, because when he first meets Frank, he happens to be on stage doing his thing.
Five minutes after the stamp is given, he wishes he could relinquish his approval because Frank is fucking weird. Granted his stage presence is awesome, but wow.
Frank gets all up in your business and has no semblance of personal space. Frank is also Patrick's height, which makes it kind of hilarious when he puts up this front of "I'm the most awesome person in the world."
Frank is also completely gorgeous and completely hitting on Pete.
Which, of course, wouldn’t be a problem if Pete weren’t already technically chasing after his own bandmate.
"You're hitting on me," Pete states blandly, watching as Frank licks his lip, the lip ring glinting in the sunlight.
"Score one for captain obvious. Now can we go and find a motel or something? I 'm fucking horny."
Patrick walks by at the exact moment Frank pushes Pete up against the wall and tries to kiss him. He blinks, shrugs, and moves on. Pete spots his best friend and growls. Now he'll never get into Patrick's pants.
-.-
The next time he runs into Frank is on My Chemical Romance's bus. It's actually a really nice visit and Frank isn't as inherently creepy as he was the last time. They spend two hours talking about the best way to thrash around on stage without taking anyone's eyes out.
When Pete leaves the bus, he runs into Frank again ten minutes later. He opens his mouth to say something, but is given absolutely no chance to speak.
Because it's a little hard to speak with someone's tongue down your mouth.
Pete shoves Frank away, infuriated at this turn of events. Frank was just fine ten minutes ago and was totally okay with keeping things platonic. And yet...this was happening, so. What in the flying fuck?
"Could you be any more creepy?" Pete yells as he storms off to find himself back in Patrick's lap, which happens quite often on the Fall Out Boy bus.
It isn't until Patrick can feel Pete nudge at his crotch that he kicks Pete off his lap.
"No really, no means no."
Pete really kind of hates Frank right about now.
-.-
It's the third time when it happens, in full blown Technicolor. He's hanging out, watching My Chemical Romance perform when he feels arms snake around him from behind. He thinks it's Patrick or maybe Joe since he can't really feel much of the pudge, but it's the voice that he recognizes immediately.
And he's sort of freaking out when he realizes that voice belongs to the guitarist that is currently thrashing across the stage right now.
"Hey baby, I think you owe me a good blowjob or something for my troubles by now."
And hey, these things aren't exactly supposed to be happening to Pete. Pete thinks he's having some sort of mental breakdown or something because, really? This shit just doesn't happen, period.
"I didn't know you had a twin," Pete says, but he's pretty sure he knows the answer he's going to get and that he's not going to like it.
"Yeah, so you know how Frank's…my family is from Italy?" the guy begins. And he is so not going to like this one bit. "Well there's this old time tradition where if you give birth to twins you have to figure out which one is the evil one and lock them in your attic. Or something like that."
"Oh my god no You're the evil one," Pete states. He really needs to find some way to safety. He doesn't want to end up dead in a ditch or sleeping with the fishes.
"Well, evil is a bit of a relative term, actually." Pete's only semi-relieved at that. He hasn't exactly been killed or raped yet, so maybe he might survive through this. Maybe being the key word, of course. "They sort of just assumed I was the evil one 'cause I got kicked out of kindergarten. Yeah, maybe he shouldn't be relieved yet…
"Well, you know, getting kicked out of kindergarten does take effort," Pete points out. He is so dead. So, so dead.
"It's easier than you think. You make one awkward pass at the teacher and they think you're going to grow up a sex offender, sheesh." The twin sighs and Pete should probably use this moment to slip away.
"Oh shit, Vinny. You broke out." My Chemical Romance's set ended apparently, which meant Frank was able to run into Pete with his evil twin. Awesome, now Pete could maybe be saved. That would be nice.
"Yeah, I broke out. Did you really think I was going to just accept being locked up for eternity?" He slinks away from Pete and ends up next to Frank.
"Point," Frank relents with a wistful sigh. "Well, just please to be not scaring my friends away," he glares at his evil twin before grinning widely at Pete. "Introductions? Pete, this is my evil twin, Vincent Iero. Vinny, this is Pete, the dude you've been hitting on in a very, very creepy manner for...however long it's been."
Pete smiles sheepishly and waves at Frank and then at Vinny.
"Yeah, see here's the thing…" he begins, but before he can even finish, Patrick walks past as if he planned that and wow, Patrick has incredibly timing.
"No, I am not with you nor will I ever be with you. Now please, for the love of god, go bone him so he can stop sneaking into our bus and watching you. It's really creeping me out."
And yeah, Pete really isn't expecting that at all. He just gapes at Patrick, then at Frank and Vinny. He isn't sure what the worse news is: Patrick not wanting him or Vinny creeping into the bus.
"I'll let you two have your time alone if it means Vinny can maybe go home or like, I don't know, stop stalking me," Frank says, pushing Pete closer to Vinny. "Please, do something, I've gotta go make sure Gerard doesn't beat his baby brother up over Dungeons and Dragons or something."
And with that, Pete is left alone with Frank's twin. Frank's evil twin.
Frank's incredibly attractive, incredibly horny evil twin.
"Okay, listen. I don't usually fuck people I don't already know at least a little bit," he begins, but is interrupted by Joe walking by. Seriously, what is it with timing and his band?
"Not true. You bang chicks at shows all the time. I don't think you even know half their names, so this would be a step up."
Pete glares at Joe but when he feels a hand on his shoulder, he softens his look and turns back to the evil twin.
"Seriously, I'm not going to kill you or give you some nasty disease. I have condoms. I just want to get laid and you're the hottest guy Frank's friends with."
And Pete? Well, if he had any self-restraint, he probably would have said no, but as it turns out, he has none. So he shrugs and follows him off to some cheap ass motel to get laid.
written by elessar
summary: Pete discovers that not all is what it seems on the My Chemical Romance Warped Tour bus.
disclaimer: I own nothing. This is all just fiction.
Frank has always been a little weird. His band can attest to that. When Pete first meets him, he gives the Wentz stamp of approval (which, contrary to popular belief, is not an actual stamp) within the first five minutes. That is, of course, because when he first meets Frank, he happens to be on stage doing his thing.
Five minutes after the stamp is given, he wishes he could relinquish his approval because Frank is fucking weird. Granted his stage presence is awesome, but wow.
Frank gets all up in your business and has no semblance of personal space. Frank is also Patrick's height, which makes it kind of hilarious when he puts up this front of "I'm the most awesome person in the world."
Frank is also completely gorgeous and completely hitting on Pete.
Which, of course, wouldn’t be a problem if Pete weren’t already technically chasing after his own bandmate.
"You're hitting on me," Pete states blandly, watching as Frank licks his lip, the lip ring glinting in the sunlight.
"Score one for captain obvious. Now can we go and find a motel or something? I 'm fucking horny."
Patrick walks by at the exact moment Frank pushes Pete up against the wall and tries to kiss him. He blinks, shrugs, and moves on. Pete spots his best friend and growls. Now he'll never get into Patrick's pants.
-.-
The next time he runs into Frank is on My Chemical Romance's bus. It's actually a really nice visit and Frank isn't as inherently creepy as he was the last time. They spend two hours talking about the best way to thrash around on stage without taking anyone's eyes out.
When Pete leaves the bus, he runs into Frank again ten minutes later. He opens his mouth to say something, but is given absolutely no chance to speak.
Because it's a little hard to speak with someone's tongue down your mouth.
Pete shoves Frank away, infuriated at this turn of events. Frank was just fine ten minutes ago and was totally okay with keeping things platonic. And yet...this was happening, so. What in the flying fuck?
"Could you be any more creepy?" Pete yells as he storms off to find himself back in Patrick's lap, which happens quite often on the Fall Out Boy bus.
It isn't until Patrick can feel Pete nudge at his crotch that he kicks Pete off his lap.
"No really, no means no."
Pete really kind of hates Frank right about now.
-.-
It's the third time when it happens, in full blown Technicolor. He's hanging out, watching My Chemical Romance perform when he feels arms snake around him from behind. He thinks it's Patrick or maybe Joe since he can't really feel much of the pudge, but it's the voice that he recognizes immediately.
And he's sort of freaking out when he realizes that voice belongs to the guitarist that is currently thrashing across the stage right now.
"Hey baby, I think you owe me a good blowjob or something for my troubles by now."
And hey, these things aren't exactly supposed to be happening to Pete. Pete thinks he's having some sort of mental breakdown or something because, really? This shit just doesn't happen, period.
"I didn't know you had a twin," Pete says, but he's pretty sure he knows the answer he's going to get and that he's not going to like it.
"Yeah, so you know how Frank's…my family is from Italy?" the guy begins. And he is so not going to like this one bit. "Well there's this old time tradition where if you give birth to twins you have to figure out which one is the evil one and lock them in your attic. Or something like that."
"Oh my god no You're the evil one," Pete states. He really needs to find some way to safety. He doesn't want to end up dead in a ditch or sleeping with the fishes.
"Well, evil is a bit of a relative term, actually." Pete's only semi-relieved at that. He hasn't exactly been killed or raped yet, so maybe he might survive through this. Maybe being the key word, of course. "They sort of just assumed I was the evil one 'cause I got kicked out of kindergarten. Yeah, maybe he shouldn't be relieved yet…
"Well, you know, getting kicked out of kindergarten does take effort," Pete points out. He is so dead. So, so dead.
"It's easier than you think. You make one awkward pass at the teacher and they think you're going to grow up a sex offender, sheesh." The twin sighs and Pete should probably use this moment to slip away.
"Oh shit, Vinny. You broke out." My Chemical Romance's set ended apparently, which meant Frank was able to run into Pete with his evil twin. Awesome, now Pete could maybe be saved. That would be nice.
"Yeah, I broke out. Did you really think I was going to just accept being locked up for eternity?" He slinks away from Pete and ends up next to Frank.
"Point," Frank relents with a wistful sigh. "Well, just please to be not scaring my friends away," he glares at his evil twin before grinning widely at Pete. "Introductions? Pete, this is my evil twin, Vincent Iero. Vinny, this is Pete, the dude you've been hitting on in a very, very creepy manner for...however long it's been."
Pete smiles sheepishly and waves at Frank and then at Vinny.
"Yeah, see here's the thing…" he begins, but before he can even finish, Patrick walks past as if he planned that and wow, Patrick has incredibly timing.
"No, I am not with you nor will I ever be with you. Now please, for the love of god, go bone him so he can stop sneaking into our bus and watching you. It's really creeping me out."
And yeah, Pete really isn't expecting that at all. He just gapes at Patrick, then at Frank and Vinny. He isn't sure what the worse news is: Patrick not wanting him or Vinny creeping into the bus.
"I'll let you two have your time alone if it means Vinny can maybe go home or like, I don't know, stop stalking me," Frank says, pushing Pete closer to Vinny. "Please, do something, I've gotta go make sure Gerard doesn't beat his baby brother up over Dungeons and Dragons or something."
And with that, Pete is left alone with Frank's twin. Frank's evil twin.
Frank's incredibly attractive, incredibly horny evil twin.
"Okay, listen. I don't usually fuck people I don't already know at least a little bit," he begins, but is interrupted by Joe walking by. Seriously, what is it with timing and his band?
"Not true. You bang chicks at shows all the time. I don't think you even know half their names, so this would be a step up."
Pete glares at Joe but when he feels a hand on his shoulder, he softens his look and turns back to the evil twin.
"Seriously, I'm not going to kill you or give you some nasty disease. I have condoms. I just want to get laid and you're the hottest guy Frank's friends with."
And Pete? Well, if he had any self-restraint, he probably would have said no, but as it turns out, he has none. So he shrugs and follows him off to some cheap ass motel to get laid.