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Pete Wentz was the definition of a Bad Boyfriend. He knows this from the Look Andy gives him when he pulls up next to him in the van.
"Fancy seeing you here...?" Pete tries with a dumb-looking smile. He feels stupid. Andy doesn't say anything, but Pete knows him well enough to tell he's a little frustrated and worried. How come he always ends up worrying Andy, of all people? "Chicago's only fancy if you're ignoring everything around you." He finally speaks, holding Pete's gaze with the, I'm Rather Disappointed With Your Choices Today look.
"Is Pa—is he okay?" he asks quietly as he moves into the shotgun seat; he doesn't think he can say his name without bursting out into tears again. Andy didn't speak, nodding towards the back where Joe and Patrick were asleep. Joe leaned up against the window, and Patrick curled up into himself like some hamster. He's a cute hamster; Pete can't help but think to himself. He voices this to Andy, who gives him a long-suffering look.
"We've been looking for you all night; what happened?" He knew he'd ask eventually, and he did. You don't basically grow up and eat, breathe, and spit the scene without knowing Andy Hurley's strict tone like it's written down in the Bible itself.
"Patrick and I fought." Andy hummed.
"It was over Mikey." This seemed to be new news to him. He raised his brow disbelievingly at Pete. "And before you start, no, I didn't bring it up!" Pete crossed his arms angrily, chewing on his bottom lip and holding back any tears that could creep into his eyes again. "I haven't even been texting him or anything! I-I told Trick I don't see him like that, but-" He felt his chest heaving, and he hiccupped, fuck, he was crying, wasn't he? "but- but he said that I'm still in love with him and I don't want to lose Patrick so I-" He froze up, staring at his hands.
Andy's eyes are soft now, but Pete doesn't want his sympathy. He probably needed it, though, so he didn't say anything. "Someone stopped you right?" Pete nodded, sniffling into his hands.
Andy knows Patrick is awake; he can tell by his breathing and the way his eyes flutter. "Who?"
"Gerard, I don't know how it happened to be honest- he was out on the same bridge and." Pete sniffled louder, "Said something about getting a call and to tell Patrick that he shouldn't worry about his brother because that Frank guys got him all caught up in more than we ever could." He chuckled softly through his tears. "And he told me a boy is never worth dying over, soulmate or not." Andy nodded, "That's a Way brother for you; they're weird as hell, but man, they speak straight to your soul."
Pete nodded, he was rubbing his fang with his thumb, a bad habit. Joe let out a snore and his tail wagged in his sleep.
It was a peaceful quiet until Patrick finally spoke up.
"Pete-?"
Pete starts a bit at Patrick's voice, Joe and him are extremely hard to wake up once they're out. "... yeah Trickster?"
"Can you come back here?"
Pete looks at Andy, who nods and slows down so that he doesn't go flying. Pete climbs over the center console of the Van and snuggles himself right up to Patrick, who leans into him.
"I'm sorry." A soft whisper in the silence, Pete looked over at his boyfriend. "I'm sorry too," he mumbled back.
"I think- I think that I'm the awful boyfriend here." Patrick whispers, "I was anxious already, and I took it out on you and jumped to conclusions and-" "Tricky." Pete looks him dead in the eyes, feeling himself soften. "I forgive you, you can't always be perfect." Patrick lets out a sigh, pulling Pete into a bone-crushing hug. "You don't need to be either, but next time tell me before you run out in the dead of the night. So I can tackle you to the floor. Maybe chain you up in a coffin." He mutters, "You could've died- or worse, gotten abducted or fucked by some random person." Pete rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I suppose that's fair." He amends, "The coffin things are totally Kinky, though." He grins unhelpfully, and Patrick gently punches him in the shoulder. "You're lucky you have a nice dick Wentz, or I'd throw you out of Andy's van right now." Pete just keeps his shit-faced grin and finds himself being lovingly cuddled close and given soft kisses by his boyfriend.
"Yknow, you're being really sweet for your cold words." He spoke softly into Trick's hair, slowly carding his hands through it. "Yeah, well, you scared me a lot, and I'm trying to help calm us both down." His response was soft but heartfelt, and Pete felt himself soar. He didn't deserve him.
When they all got home Andy told them to get inside, picking up Joe and just tossing him over his shoulder. Pete has several thoughts about Man of Steel and Hercules but like as a hipster vegan but Patrick drags him inside before he can voice them.
He continues to drag Pete all the way back to their shared room, before tugging him towards the bed.
Chapter 2: Love is great, love is fine
Summary:
lets spend these next 10 hours GETTING FREAKKYYYYYY /ref
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Pete thinks that Patrick's just going to cuddle up on the bed, but that's not what happens whatsoever.
Pete in fact ends up hands pinned above his head and his boyfriend kissing and sucking down his neck. "Fuck- holy fuck- Trick?" He pants out. Patrick locks eyes with him. "I realized something Pete, do you know what that is?" Pete shakes his head, Patrick's grin looks straight up dangerous as hell and he doesn't want to admit how tight his jeans were getting over that alone.
"I don't need to fight with you over these things, I'll just make you mine." He whispers into the shell of his ear, and Pete whines because holy shit he didn't even know he was into that. And those words alone make something primal and needy in him surface for a minute, the feeling of obedience filling him while his boyfriend sucks at his collarbones while tugging his pants off.
"You gonna listen and be a good boy?" Patrick whispers, and he realizes that he's never really been the one in charge, but funnily enough is perfectly fine with this. Because he maybe just realized- he prefers Patrick on top. "Fuck yes Trick- ts so good. Need it." He whines out, unable to stop himself from arching up and grinding down onto Patrick, earning a soft groan.
Patrick bites his neck, and although he's the one with fangs he can't help but whimper, feeling his legs buckle and wondering if he's gonna cum his brains out after this. But Patrick's pulling his own shirt off and that's much more interesting to Pete's lizard brain, so he watches in awe as it hits the floor and lets himself get used to the feeling of listening for once.
Then Trick's on his knees, pushing his legs apart, and taking the tip of his dick in his mouth. And Pete's over, he's done for, wrecked in all the right and wrong ways. "Fuck shit Patrick- god Patrick please I need it-" Patrick bobs his head, easily sucking down his dick and the noises Pete make's must be able to be heard in fucking Antarctica because those lips were heaven on earth. "Fucking shit!" He arches his back off the bed, feeling the tears from earlier on his face, now rolling down from his own pleasure. And if that's not hot in the weirdest way to him then who knows. Patrick swallows around him, sucking harder and started using his hands to fuck Pete faster. His voice and noises got louder and louder, arching towards the ceiling and letting his brain float above him, Pete felt any control he had before leave and suddenly he's moaning things he didn't even know he was into. "Master- god fuck master please please- I'm gonna cum- fuck trickyy- master please!" Patrick moans softly around him, swallowing deep, and he's over. He pulls off and cums so hard he sees white and slumps back into the bed.
When Pete comes to, the area around him is all clean and someone slipped him into one of Patrick's hoodies. He slowly sits out, managing to croak out Patrick's name, and felt his hands in his hair and breath on his neck before he fully heard him.
"I'm right here Pete, just putting the rags away." He smiles softly at his boyfriend, leaning in and slipping close to him under the covers. "You feeling alright?" He sleepily nods, letting himself drift into Trick's neck and smelling his soft scent. He smells like vanilla and home. "Rest easy, pretty boy." He whispers affectionately, kissing him on the temple.