urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat st0lenhe4rtbeat st0lenhe4rtbeat 2006-03-17T22:02:08Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:5256 2006-03-17T21:45:14Z 2006-03-17T22:02:08Z TITLE: First Impressions Aren’t Everything <br />AUTHOR: Moi. <span class='ljuser ljuser-name_xxi_am_fadingxx' lj:user='xxi_am_fadingxx' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://xxi-am-fadingxx.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://xxi-am-fadingxx.livejournal.com/'><b>xxi_am_fadingxx</b></a></span><br />RATING: R.<br />PAIRING: Patrick x Peter.<br />SUMMARY: Sex, bitches.<br />AUTHORS’ NOTES: I’d like to thank Keisha <span class='ljuser ljuser-name_robdyrdek' lj:user='robdyrdek' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://robdyrdek.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://robdyrdek.livejournal.com/'><b>robdyrdek</b></a></span> for offering herself to the mercy of my brain:-) <br />DISCLAIMER: I don’t own a goddamn thing, yo.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />“Ugh... oh... Pete...” He was pounding into me harder than I ever could imagine.<br /><br />“Patrick, shut up. I’d rather do this in silence.”<br /><br />I wanted to die. As of lately, all Pete and I ever did was ‘fuck in silence’.<br /><br />“Uggggh...” I strained to hold back moans, but the harder he pushed, the harder it was for me to contain myself. “Ohhhh!”<br /><br />“P-P-Pete... I... love you...” <br /><br />“Patrick... I-I-I... lo--”<br /><br /><i>I chimed in with a...</i> FUCK! <br /><br />He pulled out, pushed me down in the bed and answered it mid-ring. “Helloooo?” <br /><br />I stifled a whimper and grabbed my cock. “Bastard.” <br /><br />He smiled weakly at me, then he grabbed the lube off my night-stand and threw it at me.<br /><br />“You can finish that off, can’t you?” <br /><br /><i>No, I’d rather you finish it.</i> “Yeah, I got it.”<br /><br />He went into my bathroom and shut the door harder than I had expected him to.<br /><br /><i>Why the fuck do I even bother?</i> I opened the lube, poured some in my hand and got to work.<br /><br />“Ugh... uh...” I pumped myself to the sound of my heart beating. Which, if you must know, was beating very, very rapidly.<br /><br />I heard the bathroom door open, but I didn’t really care. I was more than halfway to where I wanted to be.<br /><br />“Uhhhh...” My mind started to wander and my vision was becoming blurry. <br /><br />“Ughhhh... fuck!” I felt the warm liquid spill over my hand. “Fuck...” <br /><br />Pete came over and dropped one of my towels on my lap. “Uh... thanks.” I didn’t even bother looking up at him.<br /><br />“No prob. You know, I didn’t really think you were going to finish without me...” He sat down on the bed next to me and tried to grab my cock.<br /><br />“Yeah? Well I didn’t really think you’d pull out and leave me to even fathom that option.” I got up and adjusted myself. <br /><br />He was just sitting there looking like I had smacked him in the face. “Patrick... I’m sorry. I had to take that call...”<br /><br />“Why?” I crossed my arms over my chest and waited.<br /><br />Pete started playing with his fingers. “You don’t understand... I-I had to.”<br /><br />“Why?! Why?”<br /><br />He just sat there silently.<br /><br />“Pete! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I’m not sure if I really wanted to know, but I figured that I’d give him the benefit of the doubt.<br /><br />“Wait... are you fucking someone else? Is that what this is about? Jesus! All you had to do was say ‘Patrick, you’re a helluva lay, but I’ve found another guy that does me a tad better than you do...’. <br /><br />“Patrick, I haven’t found another guy!” He looked like he was going to start crying. But I didn’t care.<br /><br />“You’re lying! You’re fucking someone else! Who is he? Do I know him? Is he really better than me?” I knew that I had began pacing the floor. But hey, it was better than hitting him. <br /><br />“Patrick! Listen to me! I’m. Not. Fucking. Another. Guy.”<br /><br />Pete looked like he had something else to say, so I just stood there and waited. <br /><br />“Welllllllll? So you’re not fucking some other guy... Then what the hell is up with you?”<br /><br />“NoI’mnotfuckingsomeguy,I’mfuckingsome<i>girl</i>.” I stopped pacing and stood directly in front of him.<br /><br />“Excuse me?”<br /><br />“Patrick, I’ve been fucking this girl Keisha. For a while now... Um, actually, it’s more than just fucking...”<br /><br /><i>SMACK.</i> <br /><br />I didn’t want to hit him, but he deserved it.<br /><br />“A girl? A GIRL? You’re gay! That means you can’t fuck girls!”<br /><br />He looked at me and inhaled deeply.<br /><br />“Patrick... I-I-I... lo-love... her...” <br /><br /><i>SMACK.</i> <br /><br />He was now uncontrollably bawling and holding his face where I’m sure I smacked the remaining homo out of him.<br /><br />“You can’t love her! You can’t! You just fucking can’t!” I watched his body quiver and shake while he cried.<br /><br />Suddenly, I felt tears stinging my own cheeks. <br /><br />“Fine. Fine! Alright, so you’re trying out the pussy, big deal! When will things be back to normal for us?” <br /><br />He stood up quickly. “This isn’t just some fling that I’m going to let go of. I love Keisha, and she loves me...”<br /><br />“Yeah, every semi-straight bone in your fucking body, huh? That’s not fair! You can’t do this to me... to us! You can’t just bang me, then run off with some girl! That’s not fucking fair!”<br /><br />“Patrick! You know what else isn’t fair? Keisha’s pregnant, and I’m not abandoning her for this. I’m just not. So take it or leave it!”<br /><br />I couldn’t believe what I was fucking hear– WAIT. <br /><br />“Pregnant?! You’re GIRLfriend is fucking pregnant?”<br /><br />~***<br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid2"></a><br />“Yes! Patrick, Keisha is very pregnant and I am very in love with her! Why is this so hard for you to under-fucking-stand?!!” <br /><br />“It’s not hard for me to understand, it’s just not right... you’ve obviously been lying to me since the beginning, so this is just another blow to the head. Fine, you know what? Get the fuck out! We’re done!” And we were. I hated him so much right now and I’d like nothing more that to punch his fucking lights out. <br /><br />He grabbed his keys off my night stand and went to open the door. “Before I leave I just want to tell you that I really am sorry for hurting you like this, honestly.”<br /><br />“Oh, now I get some honesty, huh? Fuck you, Pete.”<br /><br /><i>SLAM.</i><br /><br />Everything loose in the room rattled and I collapsed on the floor. Pete was everything that I’ve ever wanted, in a friend and more. And I had just lost him to a girl? <br /><br /><i>I don’t fucking think so.</i> It was time for me to go do something about it.<br /><br />***Later that evening***<br /><br />***POV change***<br /><br />“Haven’t we met before?”<br /><br />“Obve horseenot. My nambve is The Paaaaaaatericky Stumphaaa.” Patrick, in his drunken glory, couldn’t have picked a better way to ‘get back’ at Pete than to get blitzed out of his mind.<br /><br />“Yeah, I know you’re Patrick. Don’t you remember me? It’s me, Ryan.”<br /><br />Patrick looked up from glass 8748749 to see whom he was talking to.<br /><br />“Ryvan Rossiurie? Oh Yah, yeah. You suckeved off me in <b>Cle</b>bleaver<b>veland</b>.”<br /> <br />Ryan stood there and laughed.<br /><br />“Yeah, you remember me sucking your cock, yet you can’t exactly get my name right? Cool beans, yo.”<br /><br />“Coooooooool beaaaaaaaaans!!! I like beans! Meh heh.” Then he fell off his stool and landed not-so-gracefully on his ass.<br /><br />Ryan looked down and took in the situation known as The Patrick Stump. Wrinkled ass jeans with a hole near the crotch region. A too-tight MCR shirt that had rode up slightly on his belly. His denim jacket stained with God-knows-what... It actually looked like he had already managed to vomit a little on himself. His hat was placed over greasy, sweaty, hasn’t-seen-a-comb-in-quite-some-time hair. Glasses cocked to the side on... what was that... <i>eyeliner</i> stained tears? <br /><br /><i>Jesus, Andy and Joe; this kid was fucked up royally.</i> Ryan thought to himself. He then jumped off his own stool and helped Patrick up.<br /><br />“Hey Vryan... wanna come to the my home with us?” <br /><br />“Sure Patrick... I’ll come home with ‘us’”. Ryan looked around to see if anyone else has picked up on any of this ‘conversation’... if you could really call it that. <br /><br />Patrick threw his arm around him and kissed his cheek. “Thsanks Vryan!”<br /><br />With that, they left the bar. And proceeded to Patrick’s house...<br /><br />Since Ryan knew for a fact that he didn’t live that far away from the bar, he wasn’t to worried about dragging him home like this. <br /><br />“Ohhhh Vryannnn!! Petery lives at our housery!”<br /><br />“Pete lives with you? Seriously? I thought he lived with that pregnant chick?” <br /><br />Ryan soon found himself on the ground, with Patrick kind of lying on top of him.<br /><br />“Patrick?! Are you okay?” There was no response. “Patrick??”<br /><br />He started coughing and then the inevitable happened; Patrick vomited all over the ground, himself, oh and not to mention Ryan.<br /><br />“Patrick... get up. We can’t lay here all night. I have to get you home.” Ryan managed to roll Patrick’s dead weight off him and sat up. He could see their intended destination, but knew that he would need some help getting there. <br /><br />Ryan grabbed his cell phone and dialed the first person he could think of. Who just so happened to be Pete Wentz.<br /><br />“Hi... you’ve reached Pete...”<br /><br />“Damn.” He decided that he’d have to manage this trip on his own. He got himself up, and by the Grace-of-God, got Patrick up on his feet. <br /><br />“Patrick, you gotta work with me this time.” Patrick nodded and they walked / stumbled / danced the rest of the way up the street to his house. They got to the door and Ryan sat Patrick down on the doorstep just in time for his gag-reflex to overreact again. <br /><br />“Are your keys still in the mailbox?” Ryan reached around into the box that Patrick’s mother had gotten decorated to strongly resemble their house. “Found em. Alright, I’m gonna get you up then we’re going in... okay?” <br /><br />After all that was said was done, Ryan aimed him in the direction of the bathroom so that they could both get cleaned up. <br /><br />Once in the bathroom, well, actually, once in the shower... things started to get out of hand.<br /><br />***POV Change***<br /><br />“Hey Patrick... I know you’re... wait... okay... wait, you’re drunk!” I could feel his hands moving over my body, and his tongue being jabbed down my throat but despite the atrocious liquor breath, I was actually enjoying this. <br /><br />“Oh please Ryan. You didn’t think I was really that shit-faced that I didn’t know what I was doing to get you back here... did you?”<br /><br />“Wait, what?! Patrick... you fucker! You fucking fucker! Why are you doing this?”<br /><br />“Because I can. And because you know you want it. After all, you’re then one that didn’t mind picking up a seemingly-drunken guy at a bar... whether he actually remembered you or not.”<br /><br />“I thought we were friends! That’s why I picked– I mean, I wanted to help you out because you looked like shit and like you needed a fucking friend!”<br /><br />He pushed me up against the shower wall and shoved his knee between my legs. Then he hissed into my ear. “This isn’t gonna hurt you... because after all, I also know Pete’s fucked the bejesus out of you with that cock of his.” <br /><br />I started choking, then I felt his hand on my neck holding me up, then he wrapped my leg around his waist, then I could feel him intruding my opening, then came the violent thrusting, then came the heavy panting, then came Patrick, then came my blacking out.<br /><br />“Is it over?” I asked out loud, uncertain to whether or not someone would be there to answer me.<br /><br />“No. Not until you tell me what’s really been going on you and Pete. And Keisha. And the boyfriend that <i>you</i> are cheating on to fuck Pete. Start from the beginning Ryan, because it could only get worse from here.”<br /><br />~***<br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:4936 2006-01-17T05:09:49Z 2006-01-18T22:40:37Z Title: It Was Only A Kiss...<br />Author: Moi. <span class='ljuser ljuser-name_xxi_am_fadingxx' lj:user='xxi_am_fadingxx' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://xxi-am-fadingxx.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://xxi-am-fadingxx.livejournal.com/'><b>xxi_am_fadingxx</b></a></span><br />Pairing: Patrick and Pete.<br />Rating: R.<br />Summary: Not good at em. Some boning goes down...<br />Authors Notes: THIS IS A *TEASER*. I liked it at first, but now I’m not so sure? Let me know if I should continue...<br />Disclaimer: Well if you MUST know, I don’t own Mr. Stump, or Mr. Wentz, but if I did... you’d know, cuz there’d be a song about me already. &lt;3<br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a> <br /><br /><br />“Ugh... Trick... Oh God...” I wanted him to quit teasing and fuck me already...<br /><br />“Pete, shut up and quit squirming. You’re loosening the scarves...” he said this without hardly coming up for air.<br /><br />He went back to sucking my cock and I felt his tongue flicker across the head. ‘God that feels so fucking good’ is what I attempted to say at that point, but it actually came out more like ‘Gahyatfizohfahingud.’<br /><br />I heard him chuckle a bit, so I assumed he understood what I was going for.<br /><br /><i>Dammit...</i> He had been down there for longer than I knew I could even hold out.<br /><br />“Ah, God... I think... I... I...”<br /><br />I couldn’t even finish that thought before cumming down Patrick’s throat. Even after I came, he still had me in his mouth. <br /><br />“Mmm...” he replied after swallowing every last drop, then licking the tip for good measure. <i>Dirty boy.</i> <br /><br />“Oh, and Pete? I prefer Patrick... y’know?”<br /><br />My head shot up off the bed in confusion. “What?”<br /><br />He looked at me and smiled. “Over God. You kept saying ‘Oh God.’ and well, I mean, I know I’m <b>that</b> fucking good, but there’s no need to go praising the Lord...”<br /><br />“Asshole.” <br /><br />“Yeah, I know, but you love it.” after he said that, he flipped his hair and tossed his head back; like the girly-boy he was. Then we got down to business.<br /><br />He untied my ankles first. Then kissed me a bit. “Oh... Please... my wrists?”<br /><br />He laughed. “I love hearing you beg. Do it again.” he went back to kissing my neck, then making a path down my chest, settling on teasing my nipples.<br /><br />“Triiiiiick... Ugh... my wrists? Please? I want to touch you...”<br /><br />I tried to pull and tug at the scarves. No such luck. He was watching me but he didn’t stop what he was doing, not for a second.<br /><br />“Peeee-ter... you mustn’t tug at the scarves. They’ll only get tighter, and you don’t want that do you?”<br /><br />I shook my head. “No. I just... I... I... Please... Let me...”<br /><br />He took the path back up to my neck, earning himself a few moans in the process. Then his lips met with mine and an electrical shock of impeccable force went through my body. While we were kissing, I could feel him grinding on my hips. <br /><br />I moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it up. Then he lifted his face from mine and smiled down at erection number two.<br /><br />“Pete... do you want me to untie you now? Little Petey sure does...” he grabbed at my cock and started stroking it back to life.<br /><br />“Yes, please?”<br /><br />He started pumping me really fast, then he stopped abruptly. “Ugh...” My head flew off the pillow. “Why’d you stop? Please don’t stop...” <br /><br />“Say ‘pretty please’ Petey.”<br /><br />He took me in his hand again and started pumping again.<br /><br />“P... P... Pretty please Petey?”<br /><br />He chuckled. “No, me Patrick, you Petey. Now say it again.” he began pumping faster.<br /><br />“Pretty pleeeeease??” <br /><br />“Again.” even faster this time.<br /><br />“P... P... Pretty Puhhhh-lease?”<br /><br />“Good boy. Alright, I’ll untie you now.” <br /><br />As promised, he untied me and instantly my hands were roaming all over his body. His hips grinding hard into mine. Our lips crashing into each other to the point where I couldn’t breathe. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid2"></a><br /><br />“Alright, alright. Settle down Peter.”<br /><br />Patrick was on top of me grinding into my hips so hard I couldn’t move. Uh, not that I was trying to move or anything.<br /><br />“Patrick... please. Ride me.”<br /><br />He let out a rather maniacal laugh. “No.”<br /><br />“No? Why?”<br /><br />He put his finger over my lips. “Because.”<br /><br />“Because whaaaaaat?” I needed him to fuck me... NOW! <br /><br />He kept grinding into me.<br /><br />“Because, there will be no sex tonight.”<br /><br />In my head I heard tires screeching to a grinding hault.<br /><br />“No. Sex. Tonight?”<br /><br />“No. None. I get to touch you however I want, and well you... you get to do what I say.”<br /><br /><i>Fair much?</i> I think not.<br /><br />“Fine.”<br /><br />“Fine. Agreed. Now when I say kiss me, you know what you need to be doing... right?”<br /><br />I nodded. <br /><br />“Good. But I don’t want to kiss you right now, so we’re going to play a game.” As if this wasn’t a game already.<br /><br />Patrick jumped off of me and went over to the closet. He pulled out these giant ass fuzzy dice and threw them on the bed.<br /><br />“You roll first.”<br /><br />Uh, okay.<br /><br />I rolled the dice. I read the uh... instructions? “Suck. Nipples.” <br /><br />“Haha. Well, what are you waiting for Peter?” I looked up at him and he had... whipped cream?<br /><br />“Uh... wh-wh-what are you doing with that?” <br /><br />“Giving you a treat.” He shook the can and put some on his nipples. “Now get busy.”<br /><br />I walked over to him and did as I was told. <br /><br />“Ugh...” He sprayed more on.<br /><br />I started sucking harder. “Uhhh... Peter... ugh...” He sprayed more on. “Do it again.”<br /><br />I went back to sucking. He went back to moaning. “Fuuuuck Peter... again.” <br /><br />I was actually getting into it, when I licked the whipped cream off his chest and he pushed me away so hard I landed back on the bed..<br /><br />“No. You were only supposed to be sucking. Roll again.”<br /><br />Uh, okay. I rolled again. “Lick. Lips.”<br /><br />He looked at me pouting those lips. “Well...?”<br /><br />He threw the can of whipped cream on the bed and then got on top of me, straddling me. “My lips aren’t going to wait all fucking night for you Peter.”<br /><br />He leaned his face down to mine and I began licking his lips. “Wait...” He leaned back and grabbed the whipped cream can and sprayed some on his lips. “Now lick them.” <br /><br />He brought his face back down to mine and I went to licking the whipped cream off his lips. He re-applied. “Do it again.” I followed his command. I licked his lips clean, again. <br /><br />He sprayed more on. “Again Peter.” <br /><br />I was starting to like this game. So much in fact, that I began to suck on Patrick’s bottom lip. He began moaning onto my own lips. Then he pulled away. <br /><br />“What? Wait? You can’t tell me that didn’t feel good!”<br /><br />“Nope. Sorry Peter, licking only. Roll again.”<br /><br />This time when I rolled, one die said ‘Suck’. Then other was blank. <br /><br />Patrick laughed a bit. “Well, I guess this one is your pick...”<br /><br /><i>Oh really?</i><br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:4737 2006-01-17T05:05:19Z 2006-01-18T22:35:44Z Falling Apart To Songs About Hips And Hearts: PART FIVE.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Patrick’s POV.<br /><br />I grabbed Pete’s hand and pulled him into the club. I knew what I was looking for so I walked directly over to the stage. There was a male review happening on the main stage, Suicide Boys-style. I opted to go backstage to attempt to find Andy. Pete was standing there gawking at the half-naked men on stage, doing their thing.<br /><br />“Patrick... why are we...? Is this a... a... a strip club?”<br /><br />I attempted to hold back a laugh, but failed miserably...<br /><br />“Hahahah. Yeah Pete, I brought you to see the Suicide Boys.”<br /><br />I looked up at him and for a second, I know he believed me.<br /><br />Damn, I wish we were only here to see the Suicide Boys...<br /><br />He looked down at me and shoved me a bit when he realized I was lying.<br /><br />“Hmmm, well if that’s the case... I want that one, the short one with the red hair humping that sexy tan something up there, with the nice body, oh and that ass...”<br /><br />I ignored him. But couldn’t contain my laughter any further, once again.<br /><br />“Har-har-har. So have you seen Andy or Joe around here, yet?”<br /><br /> “I knew it!! I knew I heard Joe laughing when we got to the door!!! I thought I was dreaming or something...”<br /><br />Yeah, you did...<br /><br />“No Pete, you’re not dreaming... just stand right here... I’ll be right back.”<br /><br />I left him and went over to the bar, to get my usual. <br /><br />“A Long Island Iced Tea with a slice of lemon. Oh, and light on the ice.”<br /><br />The bartender was the stereotypical ‘hot’, for a girl, and she smiled at me and went to fixing my drink. I was fiddling in my wallet when someone came up behind me and wrapped their arms around my waist... I knew who it already without even having to think about it. I turned around quickly to say something before he could...<br /><br />“Andy, I brought Pete... but I... I... Iloveyoubutnotlikeilovehimandimsorrybutireallyhavetodothis.”<br /><br />He turned me around and planted on my lips, the most sensual kiss I’ve ever felt. Also a kiss that I could tell meant ‘I love you too, but I love someone else more...’.<br /><br />“Good-Luck, Patrick. I hope you get what I know you’ve always wanted...”<br /><br />Up until this very moment I was unsure of what I really wanted... but I guess I didn’t have to know, because Andy knew all long. And all along I wasn’t really what he wanted.<br /><br />Andy winked at me and then walked away, to look for Joe, I’m sure.<br /><br />I turned back around to the bar and my drink was sitting there with something scribbled on the napkin underneath it.<br /><br />‘This one’s on the house, Tricky-Trick. Knock em dead, and call me later baby...’<br /><br />I looked over at the bartender and she winked at me.<br /><br />Um... ew. Tricky’s Strictly Dick-ly, hun. <br /><br />I fake-smiled back at her and sipped my Long Island with pro-status. While I was walking around looking for the guys, I noticed that the stage was empty now, and that I would be up there soon enough... <br /><br />I needed a slight buzz to do what I was about to do...<br /><br />I wanted to get another, but instead I went and found Pete right where I left him, only now he was talking to Joe and Andy. We all went over to an empty table next to the stage and seated ourselves. I leaned over and kissed Pete, then got up and went backstage.<br /><br />Pete’s POV.<br /><br />I was still confused as to why on earth Patrick brought me here, but he was backstage somewhere doing whatever, so I guess I had to wait. In the meantime I was going to get the naughty details about the twosome still seated with me.<br /><br />“So Joe, what’s been going on here?”<br /><br />He looked at me with a Scarlett O’Hara influenced ‘well-whatever-do-you-mean?’ look on his face.<br /><br />“Well Petey, I like Andy, and he likes me. We like each other, a lot. And yes, when we left earlier, we indeed went and had our own hot band mate sex. Oh by the way, he did bang Patrick in the studio while we were gone, but that was the first and last time. He only did it because he knew it would’ve been the only time that he could. Annnnnd he molested your thigh just to see what you would do...”<br /><br />Andy chuckled a bit, then joined in the conversation.<br /><br />“Oh, sorry about that man. About that whole ‘hand-on-your-thigh’ thing. You played along really well, might I add.”<br /><br />And with that, he winked at me (again!), then ran his hands through his hair and stuck it behind his ears. <br /><br />I felt a shiver creep down my spine. <br /><br />Awwww... his hair... pinned behind his ears like that, it makes him look kinda cuter than usu–Whoa, Fuck! Not the ‘Andy-equals-cute’ thing again, brain.<br /><br />I let all my thoughts subside as the lights dimmed in the club and everyone fell silent.<br /><br />I whispered over to Andy...<br /><br />“Hey... Where’s Patrick. He’s gonna miss it... whatever it is exactly...”<br /><br />“Shush Pete. This one’s all for you.”<br /><br />Huh, What?<br /><br />Suddenly, a figure with a guitar pushed through the curtains and came out on stage. I looked around for Patrick until I heard a rather familiar voice on the microphone.<br /><br />“Uh... Hey. Uh, My name is Patrick, and I’m gonna sing a song for you all tonight. It’s not mine, but rather, I borrowed it from a friend... it’s all about ‘falling apart to songs about hips and hearts’. ”<br /><br />No. Fucking. Way.<br /><br />“Joe, what the hell is he doing? Andy, did you know about this?”<br /><br />They both just grinned like mad and made ‘shush’ noises at me.<br /><br />I looked back at the stage to see Patrick, with one of my notebooks in hand, and the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen placed on his lips.<br /><br />“Ahem. I uh, I didn’t write the words, I just... put it to music... I hope you all like it. Especially you... Peter Wentz.”<br /><br />I was fucking speechless. I just sat there, waiting for him to play...<br /><br />He started strumming on his guitar and I heard the familiar words that were written and erased and rewritten many a time in that notebook...<br /><br />“This has... been said, so many times that I’m not sure if it... matters...”<br /><br />I felt the tears stinging my eyes as I listened. My words dancing from his lips, brought to life by the genius that is Patrick Stump. I looked over at Andy and Joe, and they were sitting there listening too. I wanted so badly to run up on stage and kiss him, and tell him that he wasn’t a secret and that I loved him more than any song could ever tell him... But instead, I opted to just sit in my seat, with the tears now rolling down my face...<br /><br />Patrick always loved me, not Andy... but why did it take him this long to realize it? I guess it was better late then never, after all...<br /><br />My thought process was interrupted by the sound of lips clashing together. <br /><br />Ew... Did I really have to bear witness to this? Oh wells.<br /><br />Joe and Andy were definitely going at it, hardcore. Luckily no one had their attention on us, but as I look around the club, I noticed that everyone seemed to be hanging on Patrick’s every note...<br /><br />It was beautiful.<br /><br />He finished up the song and stood up to take a bow. Everyone was clapping and hooting loudly. He help up my notebook and kissed it. Then he looked directly at me and mouthed ‘I love you’. I mouthed it right back. <br /><br />Only after bum-rushing him on stage and attacking him with sloppy kisses everywhere.<br /><br />The crowd roared louder as we kissed. I never wanted to let him go, well... actually, due to his guitar poking me ferociously in the stomach... but that would be the only reason why.<br /><br />We pulled away and I noticed that Joe and Andy were screaming and dancing on our table.<br /><br />Nerds.<br /><br />I jumped off the stage and ran over to our table and started jumping around screaming too.<br /><br />Patrick was staring at us laughing his life away. Then he finally came down and joined us.<br /><br />This was the most amazing night of my life.<br /><br />Patrick’s POV.<br /><br />This was the most amazing night of my life.<br /><br />I had finally told Pete how I felt about him... which was exactly the way he felt about me.<br /><br />The crowd died down slowly, and soon that left the four of us at our table. No one was talking. Well, up until Joe at least.<br /><br />“Hey Pet-ahhh, what’s that whole deal with the ‘hips and hearts’? Where’d you get that from?”<br /><br />I watched Pete turn a few shades of red, then he swallowed hard.<br /><br />“I uh... well, I wrote that after the first night Patrick and I had uh... after we had sex for the first time. I uh, well, we...”<br /><br />“Spit it out already Wentz!”<br /><br />Andy interjected. I mean, I was getting kind of anxious to know too, now.<br /><br />“Well, when we woke up the next morning, my hand was resting on his chest, you know... near the heart area, and well, he was uh...”<br /><br />Hah, I remember that..<br /><br />I finished his story for him...<br /><br />“...and I was tracing his hipbones with mine.”<br /><br />Joe and Andy looked at each other and started laughing. Then Pete and I joined in.<br /><br />“Patrick... you remember that?”<br /><br />I looked at him and nodded. <br /><br />He brushed my hair out of my face, then kissed me on the forehead.<br /><br />“I always knew you’d make a good song.”<br /><br />Then I took all the lyrics and figured it out.<br /><br />“So uh... my ‘secret’ wasn’t really a secret... in fact, the three of you knew that I was in love with Pete from the beginning?”<br /><br />They all exchanged ‘uh-oh, he got us’ glances.<br /><br />“Yep. Sorry Patrick, but uh... your secret’s been out.”<br /><br />We all couldn’t help but laugh at Joe after he made that observation.<br /><br />I looked at my watch and it was almost 1am.<br /><br />“Pete, you wanna get going? So we can uh... finish... uh, you know, back at the hotel?”<br /><br />He looked at me surprised.<br /><br />What? I can’t be horny too?<br /><br />We said our goodbyes and left Joe and Andy to their own devices at the club. The ride back to the hotel couldn’t have gone any slower... No really, it couldn’t have. But we made it back, and went directly to our room. <br /><br />Before I could get the door shut completely behind me, articles of clothing were on the floor, Pete was gnawing at my neck, while he was running his fingers through my hair, no doubt. I was unbuckling his belt and in no time, we were both completely naked.<br /><br />Damn... how did he get those off me that fast...? Better yet, how in hell did he get his off?<br /><br />Anyways...<br /><br />We managed to make it over to the bed, tangled in each other limbs. Pete ended up pushing me down on the bed and getting on top of me. As he was grinding his hips into mine, he began kissing me roughly and I felt a moan escape my lips into his mouth. Panting for air, I tried to get a hold of the situation.<br /><br />“P...P...Pete... wait. I uh...”<br /><br />He stopped and brushed a few strands of hair out of my face. <br /><br />“Patrick... I love you..”<br /><br />I swallowed hard.<br /><br />“I know, and I love you too. But... instead of sex tonight... can you just... hold me? I’d like that a lot.” <br /><br />I was waiting for him to laugh and tackle me again, but instead, he rolled off me and laid on the bed next to me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me slowly.<br /><br />“I’d like it a lot, too.”<br /><br />We laid there naked, wrapped in each others arms. <br /><br />It was beautiful.<br /><br />~fin~<br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:4441 2006-01-17T05:02:34Z 2006-01-18T22:37:13Z Falling Apart To Songs About Hips And Hearts: PART FOUR.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Patrick’s POV.<br /><br />I must’ve actually fallen asleep, because when I sat up on the bed Pete was sitting at the edge of the bed playing with his Sidekick. I scooted towards him slowly and he turned around grinning like mad.<br /><br />“Well good morning, sunshine. How was that nap of yours?”<br /><br />“I’ll tell you if you tell me what time it is.”<br /><br />He looked at his watch and reported back to me.<br /><br />“A little past 10. Why?”<br /><br />Fuck shit.<br /><br />“I gotta get dressed and then we gotta go.” <br /><br />Pete looked at me puzzled-ly. <br /><br />“Go where?”<br /><br />“We are meeting up with... some people. So get that ass of yours in something nice!”<br /><br />I jumped out of bed and took that long-awaited shower. The water was so hot I thought I was going to come out of there with a few third degree burns or some shit. I quickly soaped up, rinsed and got out of there in such speed that I hadn’t realized the fact that I forgot a towel. I stood in front of the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. <br /><br />Goddamn, I was kinda hot... I mean, seriously. No-fucking-wonder Pete AND Andy want a piece of me...<br /><br />My thoughts were interrupted when the bathroom door was opened and Pete came in holding a towel in one hand and some lube in the other with a seductive smirk on his face. I grabbed the towel and sped past.<br /><br />“Not right now. Later... ‘kay? I promise.”<br /><br />His face looked like it was saying ‘oh-em-gee, Patrick hates me...’ when I passed up the lube, so I turned back around and kissed him on the cheek. Suddenly, I noticed that he had completely abandoned his jeans and was standing there balls-out.<br /><br />“Fuck Pete. Pants! You need some.”<br /><br />I went on about finding clothes and wound up putting on some jeans that were definitely not mine. Because number one; they were tighter than fuck. And number two; they were girl’s pants, so obviously they were Pete’s. I thought about taking them off, but as I walked past the full length mirror on the door to the bathroom, I noticed how damn good my ass looked in them. <br /><br />Hot damn... Hmmm, I will most definitely be keeping these bad boys on, fuck yes indeed... <br /><br />After Pete had put back on his pants, he came over and stood behind me. And dare I mention that his current choice of jeans happened to be way, WAY tighter than the ones I was wearing. Thus causing his already-defined bulge to somewhat stand out even more.<br /><br />“So uh, where might we be going that you are actually thinking about wearing a pair of my jeans? Hmmm?”<br /><br />I snapped out of my short-lived vanity and went back over to the bed and grabbed my shirt.<br /><br />“What? Do you always ask so many questions? Why can’t you just be surprised by something for once? Fuck!”<br /><br />I suddenly realized that I had snapped at him.<br /><br />Oh wells. He shouldn’t be so damned nosy...<br /><br />He pouted a bit then sat down on the bed to attempt putting his shoes on and tying them without dying of a shortage-of-breath due to the extreme-tightness of his jeans.<br /><br />We both finished getting dressed and headed out the hotel room, but not before I found myself thrown up against the door panting and clawing for air from the forcefulness of Pete’s kiss. Our tongues dancing with each other, his hips grinding against mine teasing the erection that I knew couldn’t possibly breathe in peace for too much longer. His hands were tugging harshly at my hair. I could feel my lips beginning to swell from the biting he had incorporated amongst everything else he was doing to me. I knew that was about to be a goner. <br /><br />Suddenly, Pete was on his knees in front of me, taking me inside his mouth. He was teasing my cock once again, only this time with his tongue. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling on it like that shit was going out of style. <br /><br />“Mmm... Pete...”<br /><br />He began sucking faster and even faster while humming some My Chemical Romance song that I recognized, and taking more of me in until I heard him gag. I knew he had achieved his deep-throating goal. <br /><br />He always achieves that particular goal...<br /><br />He continued to suck and tease my cock until he felt me go completely rigid.<br /><br />“Pete, uh... oh fuck, oh God, oh...”<br /><br />On came the incoherent babbling that preceded me coming rather hard into his mouth.<br /><br />He stood up, adjusted himself and went to brush his teeth, while I was attempting to compose myself, still (barely) standing against the door. When he came back out, he kissed me gently and nibbled on my bottom lip a bit.<br /><br />It was kisses like those that made me want to stay in Pete’s arms forever...<br /><br />Pete’s POV.<br /><br />Patrick and I walked down the hall to the elevator and I noticed how fucking hot my jeans looked on him. <br /><br />He never fucking wears my jeans... so why did he decide to wear them tonight?<br /><br />We got on the elevator and there were these two annoying perfect looking girls checking Patrick out the nanosecond he got on. And the worst part? He was making all their fantasies come true by staring and smiling back.<br /><br />“Uh... aren’t you Patrick and Pete from Fall Out Boy?”<br /><br />No.<br /><br />Patrick looked at me and shrugged. <br /><br />“Yeah. I’m Pete, and he’s Patrick.”<br /><br />I strained to hold back my laughter.<br /><br />One of the girls was staring at me, batting her eyelashes and flipping her hair. <br /><br />“So, Patrick... can I give you my number?”<br /><br />What. The. Fuck. These broads are fucking stupid.<br /><br />I looked over to Patrick and the other one was playing in his hair cooing in his ear.<br /><br />“Pete... your songs are amazing... I love how you’re so deep... we have a room upstairs if you wanna come up later...”<br /><br /> Blah blah blah, gag me.<br /><br />I had to stop this before I vomited.<br /><br />“You fucking whores! I’m Pete and he’s Patrick! He doesn’t fucking want you! And I for Goddamned sure don’t want you! So fuuuuuck offffffff!”<br /><br />They scrambled to get off the elevator at the next available floor. I couldn’t hold back the laughter any longer.<br /><br />“Pete, you’re an asshole. But that was the fucking funniest things I’ve seen you do to some ‘fans’. I love you.”<br /><br />I wanted to believe that he meant that, but I know he doesn’t. So I leave it alone.<br /><br />“So yeah, where are we going for the hundred thousandth billionth time??!!?”<br /><br />I wasn’t really this impatient, but goddamn, I was horny and couldn’t wait to get back here tonight.<br /><br />“We’re going to meet up with some people.”<br /><br />Ding.<br /><br />We were finally at the main floor and got off the elevator. He was walking next to me and I grabbed his hand and (thank God.) he didn’t let go. I wanted to tell him so badly that I wanted this to never end, but I knew that I was batting negatives. He squeezed my hand and looked up at me just long enough for me to think I had a fighting chance.<br /><br />We walked out to the parking lot and got into his car. This time, we didn’t bother with the radio, we just sat there in silence. Him, staring at the road and occasionally stealing peeks at me. And me, staring out the window and catching his stolen glances.<br /><br />I wonder where Joe and Andy went... I was hoping Joe would’ve called me already to tell me what the fuck has been going on... but I guess I’ll be waiting until tomorrow...<br /><br />A few minutes later we arrived at some hole-in-the-wall bar. If one could actually call it a bar. Actually... one might rather call it a strip-club... <br /><br />“Patrick... what the hell? Why are we here?”<br /><br />He pulled in a parking spot closest to the door. Then he pulled his key out of the ignition.<br /><br />“Patrick?”<br /><br />He hadn’t looked at me yet, but then he grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed it.<br /><br />“You’ll love it. I promise.”<br /><br />Okay, whatever.<br /><br />“Okay... as long as I don’t have to see any boobs... or worse...”<br /><br />He laughed and kissed my hand again.<br /><br />“No boobs... but maybe a few familiar cocks...”<br /><br />We got out of the car and walked up to the door. Instantly, I recognized Joe’s laugh from right inside the club.<br /><br />What. In. The. Fuck...?<br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:4142 2006-01-17T04:59:54Z 2006-01-18T22:37:59Z Falling Apart To Songs About Hips And Hearts: PART THREE.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Pete’s POV.<br /><br />My first thought was to jump up and scream ‘Get off me man!” but instead I spent the next 5 minutes with Andy’s hand on my leg. <br /><br />“Ahem... I gotta... I’ll be right back...”<br /><br />I jumped off the chair a little too forcefully and ran out of the studio. I didn’t know exactly where I called myself running to, but I was just running.<br /><br />What in the hell was that about? Andy... likes... ME? That can’t be right... can it? Stupid fucking inner thought process.<br /><br />I wasn’t even close to being prepared to deal with this. I went outside to Patrick’s car and just sat out there. The chorus of ‘Helena’ started playing from within my hoodie pocket. I didn’t even have to look at it to know who it was.<br /><br />“Yeah Patrick? Yeah... I’m okay... I just... I just needed some air. Yeah... I’ll be back up there in a bit... Yeah... I’ll be right up... Yeah... bye.”<br /><br />Hah. I wondered how many times a day I said ‘yeah’ in a regular conversation. Then I got out of the car and found my way back into the building. When I got back to the studio, Patrick was the only one in there. <br /><br />“Pete... why’d you run off like that?”<br /><br />He actually looked interested in what I thought I was going to say.<br /><br />Why’d I run off? Oh, besides Andy caressing my thigh like he was mad? Yeah, Patrick would just love to hear that...<br /><br />“Nothing. I just felt a little sick. That’s a big thumbs down for Subway.”<br /><br />I managed to make myself laugh at that, but Patrick was still sitting there staring at me, calling my bluff.<br /><br />“Uh, okay Wentz. Whatever you say... not that I believe you or anything... but okay. I’ll let you have your ‘dirty little secret’ but tonight I’m gonna find out.”<br /><br />Tonight?<br /><br />“Tonight? What the hell is happening tonight?”<br /><br />“Oh... just know that you’ll love it.”<br /><br />I decided that I would let myself be surprised and let it go. <br /><br />“So where’s Andy and Joe? I’m ready to go back to the hotel so I can get a shower and a nap in...”<br /><br />Patrick looked up at me and winked, then grabbed my hand and lead me to the bathroom where Andy had Joe suspiciously posted up against the wall. <br /><br />“Ahem... boys?”<br /><br />Uh... okay. Now Andy is trying to getting up on Joe?!?! Geeze man. That boy can’t seem to make up his mind for shit... but I’ll get to the bottom of it some other time.<br /><br />They smiled at each other, Andy winked at Patrick, then at me, and Joe just chuckled a bit. <br /><br />What. The. Fuck...<br /><br />I couldn’t stand the sudden stupidity amongst them so I snapped my finger to make a point.<br /><br />“Andy, if you need to get something out of your eye, please do so now because I’m really ready to fucking go.”<br /><br />They all came back to reality and filed out of the bathroom. <br /><br />I was walking behind them down the hall and I just couldn’t help but wonder...<br /><br />In all honesty... it looked like they were trying to get caught... but why would Patrick know they were in here like that? Oh, and furthermore... why would he want to see it? Andy is his wet dream... not Joe... Whatever.<br /><br />And I also decided that Andy may need to get his prescription checked, or some Visine or some shit.<br /><br />We got out to the parking lot and paired off. That obviously meant that Joe and Andy were in the Trohman-mobile; His Jeep that has seen better days, months, years and decades, I’m sure. Thus, putting me and Patrick back in his car. We said our goodbyes and Andy and Joe were out of the lot before Patrick even got his car started... <br /><br />Hmmm... I wonder exactly where they’re going in such a fucking rush... or maybe I shouldn’t... or maybe I can wait til Joe calls me in the AM and tells me, because of course, that boy keeps secrets like I sing soprano.<br /><br />Anyways...<br /><br />“Patrick?”<br /><br />He was fumbling with the radio again, and landed on a station that was playing... something God-awful that I think I knew the words to like, say... 5 years ago.<br /><br />“Yeah?”<br /><br />I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to tell him what happened, or wanted to ask him what the fuck was going on with him and Andy and that Andy/Joe thing, or if I just wanted to keep all my frustrating thoughts to myself, because after all, what I don’t really know... won’t really hurt me, right?<br /><br />Right...?<br /><br />I shook it all away, then suddenly realized that we were at a red light and that he was staring at me with his eyebrows raised and this goofy-ass smile that I read as ‘Dude? What do you want? Today please?’. So I decided to try something different.<br /><br />“Patrick, do you love Andy?”<br /><br />Just then, the light turned green and he floored the car.<br /><br />Patrick’s POV.<br /><br />I’m not sure if I should answer the question or be offended that Pete thought it was a sweet idea to even ask it...<br /><br />I know he was sitting there staring at me waiting for a response, but I wasn’t even going to attempt to humor him.<br /><br />“Patrick...?”<br /><br />“Wentz, until you tell me what really happened in practice that made you shit yourself, you get nada.”<br /><br />He laughed a bit, then he decided to drop it.<br /><br />Thank-fucking-God.<br /><br />“Alright, alright. You’ve made you’re point. So... what is it that you have planned for us tonight?”<br /><br />I think I giggled, because Pete giggled right back. <br /><br />“You’ll see... later.”<br /><br />He just shrugged and started singing along to the radio.<br /><br />It’s tearing up my heart when I’m with you,<br />and when we are apart I feel it too,<br />and no matter what I do,<br />I feel the pain,<br />with or without you...<br /><br />Psh, what the fuck radio station do they still play *NSYNC on, anyways? Oh, and furthermore... why the fuck does Pete know the damned words...?<br /><br />***<br /><br />After Pete and I returned to the hotel, he took a shower and went right to sleep. <br /><br />Damn... maybe I should take one right about now... I sniffed my underarm. To my surprise, I still kinda smelled like Andy, in somewhat of a good way... not the ‘he-just-fucked-my-brains-out-therefore-i-smell-like-sweat-and-ass’ way.<br /><br />That was a fucking relief.<br /><br />In the meantime, I had to figure out this evening’s plan. I wanted to figure out what I really wanted. Sex with Andy? Sex with Pete? A relationship with Andy? More hot sex with Pete? <br /><br />Fucking-Christ-man. Why can’t the answer just fall and hit me in the head? That would work... yeah. Just BAM, hit me... like lightning. It would also be simpler if one of them sucked at fucking... but of course, that’s not even the case...<br /><br />I grew tired of the monologue that was playing out in my head and went over to the window that Pete said ‘had the sweetest fucking view I’ve ever seen...’. It didn’t look that damn sweet to me. But since it was Pete, beauty to him could really just be a parking lot, some trees, a playground and the hotel’s crappy-ass outdoor swimming pool. <br /><br />I decided to follow Pete’s distinct directions and found myself crawling into bed with him. He was knocked the fuck out anyways, so I snuggled up behind him and put my arm across his bare chest and to my surprise, he took my hand and laced my fingers with his.<br /><br />Confirmed. This was gonna be a shit-ass decision for me to make...<br /><br />Luckily, I didn’t have to make it before tonight...<br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:3920 2006-01-17T04:57:04Z 2006-01-18T22:38:43Z Falling Apart To Songs About Hips And Hearts: PART TWO.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Pete’s POV.<br /><br />Joe and I had gone to Subway to get lunch. I was just glad it was Joe that wanted to come instead of Patrick or Andy. <br /><br />Hmmm... I wonder what the two of them are doing right now... Wait. No I don’t. <br /><br />Joe was sitting across from me in the little booth we managed to get to before anyone noticed that we were who we are. He was pretty quiet. Guess that sub was pretty damn good...<br /><br />I couldn’t think of anything other than Patrick and Andy and it was eating away at me. So I decided to get Joe’s input... but I couldn’t figure out how to sugarcoat what I was feeling...<br /><br />Should I sugarcoat it? Should I just come out and ask it? Oh man... here it goes...<br /><br />“Joe... I think that I may have a crush on Patrick...”<br /><br />The words spilled from my mouth before I could get my bottle of water to my lips. I decided to let it register in my head before checking to see if he heard it too.<br /><br />“Joe...?”<br /><br />After he completely digested his food, he decided to say something.<br /><br />“Yeah man. I heard you. So what do you plan on doing about it? Does he like you back? Man, does he even fucking know you like him?” <br /><br />So many fucking questions... I’m still on the ‘what do I plan on doing about it’ part.<br /><br />“Joe, wait. I don’t know. I told him, I’m pretty sure he knows... but I don’t really know what to do about it seeing as he’s madly in love with Andy.”<br /><br />Joe nearly choked on the fistful of chips he’d just stuck in his mouth. <br /><br />“Wait... hold on. Back that up for a second. Patrick and Andy? How the hell did you come up with that one?”<br /><br />Okay... so maybe they were a better secret than they’d imagined.<br /><br />“Yeah. Patrick and Andy. They like each other... well, at least Patrick likes Andy. I don’t know about the rest.”<br /><br />He just sat there staring at me with the stupidest look I’ve ever seen on anyone.<br /><br />“Joe... Fuck, you’re creeping me out. Say something!”<br /><br />“Alright. So, have they been hooking-up or whatever?”<br /><br />I wish I didn’t know the answer to that.<br /><br />“Yeah... at least I think they have. Yeah. When he’s not with me, I’m pretty sure he’s with–“<br /><br />“WAIT! You and Patrick have been hooking-up? Where the fuck have I been during all this band mate sex?”<br /><br />I couldn’t help but laugh at this. <br /><br />“‘Band mate sex?’ Joe, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. It’s merely me wanting Patrick, Patrick wanting Andy, and Andy wanting Lord-Knows-What...”<br /><br />Something seemed to click in his brain after I said that.<br /><br />“So no one knows how Andy feels about any of this?”<br /><br />Nope.<br /><br />“Nope. Why? Why would I know? And furthermore... why would I care?”<br /><br />This time, he couldn’t help but laugh.<br /><br />“I guess you wouldn’t... So yeah. What do you think they’re doing as we speak?”<br /><br />I took a dramatic pause that would put Hollywood’s finest to fucking shame.<br /><br />“I’ll take ‘each other’ for $500 Alex.”<br /><br />At that moment Joe and I starting cracking up. Then we decided to finish up and make our way back to the studio.<br /><br /><br />Patrick’s POV.<br /><br />The door was locked. The shade was pulled down. Our shirts were off, and Andy was working on unbuckling my belt.<br /><br />“A...A...Andy? M...Maybe we should...”<br /><br />He looked up from what he was doing and smiled.<br /><br />“Patrick, if you don’t want to do this, we won’t.<br /><br />I shook my head so hard my glasses slid down my nose.<br /><br />“No. I want to. Really.”<br /><br />He finally undid my belt and I raised my hips for him to slide my not-so-tight pants off. He stood up and took his own off. <br /><br />Hah. He wears boxers with little hearts on them. <br /><br />I looked down at my own and realized that they weren’t even mine.<br /><br />Pete... I’m fucking wearing a pair of his boxers. <br /><br />Luckily Andy would never know the difference... <br /><br />He tossed his jeans onto one of the studio chairs and looked at me, then started grinning like mad.<br /><br />“Patrick... you’re blushing.”<br /><br />That was kind of funny observation, considering that he was blushing too...<br /><br />He sat back down on the floor next to me and we started kissing again. Before I knew it... he was straddling me on the floor, his hand fiddling with the very thin fabric of my boxers, summoning the erection that I couldn’t contain any longer. <br /><br />“Mmm... Andy...”<br /><br />I began to work with his own impeding erection while he let out a few soft moans here and there. His one hand moved at a very rapid pace up and down my length. He was grinding his hips into mine so hard that I thought I was going to explode at any moment... <br /><br />...and it felt so fucking good.<br /><br />He stopped kind of abruptly and let his fingers take a walk. Basically to let me know that he was about to go in, and before I could scream ‘Oh fuck me already!’ he was already hard at work thrusting away.<br /><br />“P...P...Patrick... am I hurting you?”<br /><br />I really don’t know what the fuck made him ask that... but I shook my head ‘no’ rather furiously. <br /><br />“No. Just keep going.”<br /><br />He shrugged and kept thrusting. Faster then slower, then faster again... to the same pace that he was stroking my cock.<br /><br />I let out moan after moan, praying that this was indeed a soundproof booth. And if it wasn’t... <br /><br />I don’t even want to think about if it wasn’t...<br /><br />I tried to stifle any future moans by biting my lip... but I think that it just turned Andy on even more. His pace grew faster and I felt myself nearing the brink. <br /><br />“Mmm...”<br /><br /><br />I felt my hips buckle as I came all over my stomach and Andy’s hand. Less than 6 thrusts later, I felt his own warmness fill me.<br /><br />“Paaaa-trick!”<br /><br />He yelled out before crashing down on top of me. His hair covering most of my sweaty face. We were both panting very hard and I could definitely feel his heart beating against my chest. Funny thing was, it kind of sounded like Morse code. <br /><br />We both suddenly remembered where we were and scrambled to put our clothes back on. <br /><br />In good timing too, I might add. Because less than 2 minutes after we were completely clothed, I heard Joe’s rather distinct laugh moving closer from down the hall.<br /><br />Pete’s POV.<br /><br />“Joe man, whatever. It’s not that funny!”<br /><br />I couldn’t help but let out a laugh, though. He was telling his super-lame jokes that he found on some equally super-lame website. <br /><br />Where and what the fuck man...<br /><br />“Oh yes, it was! Oh! And did you hear the one about–“<br /><br />“Stop it man, just stop it. I swear, if I hear one more ‘did you hear the one about...’ I’ll probably try to kill you.”<br /><br />Before we even reached the door to our studio, the door was opened and Patrick came out looking all sorts of haphazard, walking briskly in the opposite direction. Joe and I looked at each other and didn’t even want to assume what could’ve happened while we were gone. We just laughed it off and made our way back into our room. Andy was sitting in the chair farthest from the door... looking very suspect indeed.<br /><br />“Oh, what’s up guys?”<br /><br />I took a mental note of how gross he looked after fucking Patrick. He appeared to be taking some sort of mental note about me too...<br /><br />“Uh... did you guys eat there? Or can I imagine that you left me and Patrick’s food in the car?”<br /><br />Hah, oh fuck. <br /><br />“Sorry man. We forgot?”<br /><br /><br />He actually looked kind of upset... and it was kind of cute. The way he stuck his lips out to form this rather adorable pout... I’m not even sure cute was the word for it.<br /><br />Whoa. You just had a whole thought process on how Andy was ‘cute’. Pete man, I think you’re losing it...<br /><br />My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Patrick cough upon his return to the room. I shook off all that ‘Andy equals cute’ shit and sat down right next to him before Patrick could come over. Joe just kind of glanced around the room to survey everyone and then let out his infamous ‘Joe laugh’. <br /><br />Patrick rolled his eyes, then mentally punched me in the stomach. I know this because I felt a slight tingling sensation that couldn’t have come from anything else. <br /><br />Nausea, maybe? Yeah, I must be feeling a little sick... yeah, that’s it. It was the damned Subway... <br /><br />Joe picked up his guitar and started strumming a few chords, so we all followed suit and got back to work. I picked up one of my many notebooks and started flipping through the pages looking for something suitable for what I was feeling right now. I stopped searching and looked up directly at Patrick. <br /><br />‘You need him. <br />I could be him... <br />I could be an accident but I'm still trying. <br />That's more than I can say for him...’<br /><br />That sounds right. Hmmm, I hope no one noticed the ‘me shifting uncomfortably’ in my seat. I looked over at Andy and he smiled gently.<br /><br />No. Fucking. Way.<br /><br />Well, all I knew was that my internal ailments were certainly not from the warmth that Andy’s hand was currently providing my thigh. <br /><br />God, I hope they weren’t...<br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:3765 2006-01-17T04:54:08Z 2006-01-18T22:39:29Z Falling Apart To Songs About Hips And Hearts: PART ONE.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />Patrick’s POV.<br /><br />As I laid there on his bed; still quite confused from the previous nights events, I watched him get up and walk over to the window. He was just standing there in his boxers, looking down upon the world as if he were the most important being in it. <br /><br />That was Pete alright. All high and mighty. The cockiest dude I’ve ever met. The biggest asshole, too. But the guy was hung like a horse... so I couldn’t really complain about getting my brains fucked out.<br /><br />Not that I minded getting my brains fucked out by Peter Wentz. <br /><br />And damn, did I ever...<br /><br />While I was still lying there, I picked up the clock from his night stand. <br /><br />Fuck. <br /><br />It was almost half-past 10. As in, we were supposed to be at the studio by 9. Therefore we were late for practice... again.<br /><br />“Pete... we’re late again. Andy is gonna bitch.” <br /><br />He just stood there lifelessly, then turned to face me. <br /><br />“So what? Let Andy bitch. It’s not like I have a lot of music to learn or anything. Considering I wrote the shit...”<br /><br />Another usual Pete move. Pretending like nothing matters. As if the world stopped every time he blinked. That was one of his rather annoying traits. <br /><br />I scrambled off the bed and went searching for my clothes. <br /><br />“Pete! We have to go... now. They’re gonna start figuring out that our habitual ‘oversleeping’ isn’t coincidental. No one can find out. Especially not An–“ Pete looked up at that moment.<br /><br />“Especially not Andy. Am I right?”<br /><br />I couldn’t say anything... I placed my glasses on my pillow, then I picked up my jeans and started to put them back on.<br /><br />As I did this, I could see Pete out of the corner of my eye coming over to the bed. He was staring at me cautiously as if he was taking a mental note of it. Then he flopped down on his bed so hard that my glasses went tumbling off the pillow landing on the hardwood floor.<br /><br />“Peeee-te!”<br /><br />He laughed a little, then made that damned pouty-lip face. The same face that usually gets me into his bed. <br /><br />“I’m sorry Patrick. You know I didn’t mean it.”<br /><br />After he said that, he got up and started putting on his clothes. I sort of just stood there half-clothed watching him. In all his Pete glory. The way he bent over to pick his jeans up off the floor. The way he had to do breathing exercises to get his skintight jeans on. The way his jeans always stopped to expose his hipbones. The way he always put his jeans and belt on precisely before he even thought about socks and shirts.<br /><br />I must’ve started breathing hard or something because then I heard him speak.<br /><br />“Patrick... what are you doing dude? Get your ass dressed.”<br /><br />I fumbled with my shirt and tucked it in my jeans. Then put on my jacket. Then lastly my hat. He was already tying his shoes by the time I got my glasses back on.<br /><br />How does he fucking do that?<br /><br />Oh well. One may never know... <br /><br /><br />Pete’s POV.<br /><br />Patrick and I walked briskly down the corridor of the hotel. We were late for practice...again. He was nervous of getting caught...again. <br /><br />He won’t even look at me in the fucking elevator.<br /><br />After last night, I guess that’s understandable. I mean, Patrick is my best friend. Definitely a real cute kid... and definitely a good fuck. <br /><br />Too bad he’s more into Andy than he is to me...<br /><br />His walking sped up and I was forced to start a slight jog to keep up. <br /><br />“Patrick! What the fuck are you running for?”<br /><br />That’s basically what he was doing. Running. It sort of seemed like he wasn’t just running to make time, but that he was actually running... from me. <br /><br />I finally caught up to him and grabbed his arm. <br /><br />“What’s up with you?”<br /><br />His hat was pushed down so that it covered his eyes, so I couldn’t really read him.<br /><br />“Pete, we have to go. We’ll talk about this later.” <br /><br />“Later? What the fuck for? I wanna talk now.”<br /><br />He just turned around and kept walking over to his car. He jumped into the drivers seat and started the ignition... <br /><br />“Fuck! Patrick, can I get in the car too?”<br /><br />I got in and slammed the door so hard he gasped. He peeled out of the hotel parking lot faster than I ever knew he could fucking drive. Then he turned on the radio and fumbled with it for a while to only end up letting out an agitated sigh and turning it back off.<br /><br />So I guess that thing I said about Andy got to him... it’s not like it wasn’t true. And indeed it wasn’t. I knew that Patrick and Andy had some sort of ‘thing’ going on. They just didn’t want it broadcasted everywhere. And furthermore... Andy wasn’t at all into Patrick as much as Patrick was into Andy. It had to be really hard on the kid.<br /><br />“Pete, why are you doing this to me?”<br /><br />What?<br /><br />“What? What am I doing to you exactly? You’re the one that’s playing games! You can’t honestly be serious! Fuck! You’re so fucking caught up in Andy that you don’t even recognize a good thing... even after it’s been fucking you to oblivion for the past five nights!!”<br /><br />Patrick started speeding down the street. <br /><br />30... 35... 40... 45... 50...<br /><br />“Patrick... slow down.”<br /><br />The rest of that ride was completely silent. <br /><br />I know he can hear me. I know he just heard every word I just said to him. I also know that I just severely pissed him off. <br /><br />And a pissed off Patrick Stump... is the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.<br /><br />Patrick’s POV.<br /><br />I know why he said those things. I know that Pete likes me. Likes me likes me. It’s pretty obvious to everyone, including Andy. Andy most of all. It’s a damn shame that we ever hooked up. I mean, Pete’s a great guy. The greatest fuck I’ve ever had, in fact... but he doesn’t have the sensitivity that Andy has. And he’s particularly uncaring... a complete jackass, if you will. But I can’t stop finding myself in his room. In his bed. In his arms. Not that I don’t wanna be there, I just don’t see Pete in a boyfriend-sense. <br /><br />No fucking way, man.<br /><br />I shuddered at the thought of actually being with Pete, in more than the biblical sense. It kinda weirded me out. <br /><br />When we got to the studio, Pete jumped out of the car and slammed the door again. I just sat there and wished that last night never happened. It was basically my fault that we had sex. I teased my way into his pants and it never seems to fail. Although... Captain Morgan had a nice role in my actions last night, in particular. I never usually drink like that, it just sort of happened. Not that I’m about to regret it or anything, I would have just preferred it to be a sober night between us.<br /><br />I finally got out of my car and noticed that Pete was standing at the door waiting for me. Tapping his foot, no doubt. I jogged over to him, instantly out of breath. And not because of the short run, but because of how fucking hot he looked when he was mad... even if he never actually said he was mad. <br /><br />“C’mon Patrick. It’s now or never... we don’t want Andy shitting himself over our tardiness, now do we?”<br /><br />Jerk. <br /><br />He opened the door and let me walk before him. But not without sticking his hand down the back pocket of my jeans and squeezing kind of tight. <br /><br />“Peeee-te!”<br /><br />I realized that I let out a girly giggle after squealing his name.<br /><br />“I just love it when you squeal my name like that...”<br /><br />I loved it when he squeezed my ass like that, but I wasn’t gonna say it. We walked up the stairs and not to my surprise, Andy was standing right at the top of them with his glasses sitting atop his head, with hands on his hips. His cheeks were kinda flushed and I could tell that practice was going to be a pain in the ass. <br /><br /><br />***<br /><br />“What in the fuck was up with you today?”<br /><br />Andy and I were sitting in the sound booth alone. Pete and Joe had gone out to get lunch, and I knew this was going to come up sooner or later today anyways. <br /><br />He was sitting on the counter staring at me patiently. <br /><br />“Well...? Talk to me, Patrick. You know you can tell me what’s going on...”<br /><br />I stood up and walked over to the door to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted any time soon. The coast was clear.<br /><br />“Andy... I like you. You know I like you... but I don’t know if the feelings mutual...”<br /><br />He looked at me and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. So he tried it again...<br /><br />“P...Patrick... I don’t know yet. I just don’t know. I mean... yeah, I like you. But like you like you? I can’t possibly answer that–“<br /><br />“Fuck Andy! All I asked you was one simple question! And you give me some bullshit answer of ‘not being able to answer’?!! Pete was right about you–“<br /><br />I shut my mouth and turned around to look back at the door. <br /><br />“Pete? Pete? What the hell does any of this have to do with Pete?”<br /><br />Then he went silent...<br /><br />“Patrick! You’re fucking Pete aren’t you?”<br /><br />I felt the tears starting to sting my eyes. I took off my glasses and turned around to face him.<br /><br />“Well are you?”<br /><br />He jumped off the counter and walked towards me. <br /><br />“Yes.”<br /><br />Before I knew it, I was lying on the floor bawling my eyes out. Andy was standing over me, crying too. <br /><br />He hit me. Andy hit me. <br /><br />I guess I deserved it, but I never dreamt it would happen. My cheek burned from the impact of his palm against my flesh. He was breathing erratically and shaking. Like he’d been the one on the receiving end of that slap.<br /><br />Suddenly, Andy collapsed on the floor next to me and just sat there with his face buried in his hands. I sat up so that we were about face-to-face. He was crying a lot now. I grabbed his face and looked at him directly in his eyes... his beautiful eyes. Then I kissed him. He pulled away at first, then I went back in and he didn’t pull away this time. <br /><br />I could feel his hands wandering up my shirt. Then he started kissing and sucking on my neck. Right below my ear. I couldn’t help let out a soft moan. I could feel my heart beating faster, and the way I pressed my body against his, I know he could feel it too. <br /><br />“A...A...Andy. Maybe we should–“<br /><br />I could feel myself losing control of my body. Well, certain body parts, that is. <br /><br />Holy fuck... we shouldn’t be doing this here... not like this... Pete and Joe will be back any minute...<br /><br />My mind was running a million miles a minute. But Andy felt so good, and I didn’t want him to stop. Not right this moment, anyways.<br /><br />He continued kissing, then decided to start biting. The moans kept coming, and I’m positive they weren’t too quiet, either. The next thing I knew we were rolling around the floor, both of us shirtless, sweaty and in need of some serious release.<br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:3572 2006-01-17T04:43:11Z 2006-01-17T04:43:11Z Without You<br /><br />It's not the same without you,<br />I don't know what I am going to do.<br />Being lonely isn't for me,<br />Life as your woman is where I need to be.<br />You left me standing here,<br />Wondering what I did wrong.<br />But then it turned out,<br />You were the one who messed up.<br />I never drove you to want to leave,<br />I never asked for more than your respect.<br />And honestly...<br />I never wanted to feel another broken heart,<br />But now that we're apart,<br />I guess the one thing that's left for me,<br />Is to live my life.<br />But I never thought,<br />It would be without you. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:3151 2006-01-17T04:41:21Z 2006-01-17T04:41:21Z Letting Go<br /><br />When you love something this much,<br />You have to let it go.<br />If it comes back to you,<br />It shows you it's really yours.<br />Contemplating ideas,<br />Wanting to tell you the truth.<br />I never knew love hurt so bad,<br />Until I fell in love with you.<br />Letting you go, hasn't been a blast for me.<br />But knowing you'd be coming back,<br />Is worth the wait indeed.<br />You promised me everything,<br />The moon, the stars, the sun.<br />And when I looked into your eyes,<br />I swear I saw your soul,<br />And that is when I knew that you were the one.<br />The one I loved, the one I lived for...<br />And the one I had to let go. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:2990 2006-01-17T04:39:38Z 2006-01-17T04:39:38Z How Good Girls Feel<br /><br />I wish I could deny it,<br />I wish it wasn't true,<br />I wish that I never had these feelings for you.<br />I try to get over it,<br />I try to make it go away,<br />but the more I wish and try,<br />my feelings stay the same.<br />I really want to love you,<br />and you to love me too,<br />but since you're already occupied,<br />what the hell am I going to do?<br />I'm tired of the games,<br />so tired of being just friends,<br />being a good girl is so overrated,<br />I'd rather be your woman. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:2611 2006-01-17T04:38:32Z 2006-01-17T04:38:32Z :An Unsung Symphony:<br /><br />With the tears I cried<br />more than a thousand times,<br />I'd sing a symphony for you.<br />For all the lonely nights<br />and nothing ever going right,<br />I'd sing a symphony for you.<br />For my hearts hopeful wishes<br />and your passionate kisses,<br />I'd sing a symphony for you.<br />To be in your arms again<br />professing my love to you,<br />promising that my love was true,<br />hoping you'd say that you loved me too,<br />I'd sing a symphony for you.<br />Wishing for you back in my life<br />and hearing your gentle voice in the night,<br />writing the story of our love,<br />in Do Re Mi's and harmonizing keys,<br />wanting to sing this symphony for you. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:2371 2006-01-17T04:36:14Z 2006-01-17T04:36:14Z You Loved Me<br /><br />Like the stars you shine,<br />like clockwork all the time,<br />forever you'll be mine.<br />I spend all my days,<br />remembering the ways,<br />that you told me, you loved me.<br />Sometimes I sit,<br />and watch the sunset.<br />Simply, baby,<br />your love was the best.<br />Now I wish that you were here with me,<br />you were everything that I'd ever need.<br />Lying here crying,<br />I know that you were the one.<br />And like the stars you shine,<br />like clockwork all the time,<br />forever you'll be mine.<br />There is no one like you in this world,<br />forever I will be your girl.<br />Remember, forever, you loved me. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:2245 2006-01-17T04:34:15Z 2006-01-17T04:34:15Z Who Am I Pt. 2<br /><br />Who am I, you ask?<br />I'm the divine one,<br />pure ecstacy in a skirt.<br />The epiphany of greatness,<br />the casual flirt.<br />No one can touch me,<br />no one can compare,<br />those who try to perpetrate me,<br />and hate me, BEWARE!<br />Can't nobody feel me like me,<br />unstoppable,<br />untouchable,<br />unfadable completely.<br />Rockin' rhymes with my pen,<br />doing what I do.<br />My final answer,<br />I'm me.<br />My final question,<br />who are you? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:1874 2006-01-17T04:33:11Z 2006-01-17T04:33:11Z Only In Heaven<br /><br />Sweet kisses on my lips,<br />with your hands on my hips.<br />Soft whispers in my ear,<br />feels like heaven when your near.<br />Stars in your eyes,<br />matching the stars in the skies.<br />Your touch is electric,<br />ignighting more with each breath.<br />Your love is like heaven,<br />no one else can compare.<br />I'm not the type to get clingy,<br />but in Heaven I wouldn't care. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:1633 2006-01-17T04:32:02Z 2006-01-17T04:32:02Z Hating to Love You<br /><br />I thought you were everything I needed in my life.<br />I thought you were the essence of everything right.<br />I hate you, I love you, I want so badly to stop thinking of you.<br />You played me, you used me, you completely made a fool of me.<br />I want so bad to say good-bye to you.<br />It hurts me trying to stay in love with you.<br />I hate you, I love you, I can't be with you anymore.<br />I can't stand you, I despise you, <br />I hope next time it's you being lied to.<br />I hate you, cuz you made me cry.<br />But I love you, and can't say good-bye. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:1357 2006-01-17T04:30:12Z 2006-01-17T04:30:12Z You Love Me Not<br /><br />I fell in love with you,<br />not knowing what I was getting into.<br />I made my life easy by keeping away from guys like you, <br />you made my life hell, <br />so I'll make yours hell too.<br />You called me a statistic, <br />in your pathetic game, a pawn. <br />Well, we are no longer in sync, <br />so now I'm gone.<br />I thought you were different, <br />but you're just like all the rest.<br />Impractical, confused and intrigued by my chest.<br />Good-bye, so long, <br />I'm out of the door.<br />You love me, you love me not.<br />Who cares? <br />You and I are no more. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:1262 2006-01-17T04:27:43Z 2006-01-17T04:27:43Z What You Mean To Me<br /><br />Walking on sunshine,<br />rainbows in the sky,<br />no tears,<br />no pain,<br />just me and my guy.<br />Carefree as can be,<br />smiling from ear to ear,<br />no sorrow,<br />no sadness,<br />as long as you're near.<br />Grammatically in a daze,<br />poetically,<br />trying to find ways,<br />just to tell you how I feel.<br />Rhyming about this and that,<br />singing in sharps and flats,<br />when will this stop...no one knows,<br />me incorporating you in my prose,<br />this is what you mean to me. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:1000 2006-01-17T04:22:53Z 2006-01-17T04:22:53Z My Special Someone<br /><br />Dedicated to: JMS<br /><br />He makes me laugh,<br />he made me cry,<br />but still he is my favorite guy.<br />He's really cute,<br />and oh-so sweet,<br />he's such an awesome guy to meet.<br />He knows all the words to my favorite songs,<br />and when I'm with him nothing ever goes wrong.<br />And though he gets on me about a lot of things,<br />he treats me as if I were his queen.<br />Together we're perfect,<br />and we have loads of fun,<br />forever and always,<br />he'll be my special someone. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:765 2006-01-17T04:19:24Z 2006-01-17T04:48:48Z Gotta Let You Know<br /><br />Boy I'm feeling you,<br />more than I've ever felt anyone in my life.<br />Gotta let you in,<br />with you everything is right.<br />Telling you the truth,<br />I wanna be with you,<br />never felt this way before,<br />wanna get to know you more.<br />Gotta let you know,<br />with you is where my heart belongs,<br />Gotta let you know,<br />with you nothing ever goes wrong.<br />Gotta let you know,<br />this isn't just a phase,<br />nor is it a daze,<br />because boy I'm feeling you.<br />More than I can show,<br />but I'll just have to tell,<br />I gotta let you know. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:st0lenhe4rtbeat:458 2006-01-17T04:15:47Z 2006-01-17T04:46:08Z Brand New Day<br /><br />No more crying,<br />no more lies,<br />no more 'baby, I'm gonna try',<br />it's a brand new day.<br />No more games,<br />no more schemes,<br />no more saying things you don't mean,<br />it's a brand new day.<br />Too many tears,<br />not enough laughter,<br />we're gonna be together happily ever after,<br />'cause it's a brand new day.<br />No more promises that you cannot keep,<br />no more arguments that make me weep,<br />it's gonna be a while before I trust another guy,<br />though, it's a brand new day,<br />guess I can give it another try,<br />but why bother,<br />you are just temporary and can be replaced,<br />still, it is a brand new day.