Written for elessar for the 2009 xmas_rocks exchange
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Pete's fingers idly touched the fret board. He never liked the waiting part of shows. His emotions were always a whirlwind and he felt better just getting out there and getting everything over with, even though he loved being on stage more than most things.
With that thought lingering in his mind, he looked over at Patrick, who was staring at nothing, looking past everyone and everything to the stage. Pete took a rare moment of Patrick oblivion to look. Pete's eyes caressed down Patrick's face, stopping for a moment to linger at his lips. Pete looked away before he was noticed. His conscience told him he was just missing home, his friends, his family. He shook his head. Those were not reasons. The three people he was with fulfilled all of those things. So, perhaps Pete was confused about his sexuality. It happens. It's not like he hadn't ever looked a little too long at Joe's slow smile with his half-lidded eyes or Andy's colorful tattoos, which adorned a lithe body. It was just that maybe Pete looked at Patrick a lot more than he looked at anyone else. His pale skin, his expressive eyes, his sad expression when he talked of home... Shaking his head again and lifting his chin high, Pete resolved to forget those thoughts. This wasn't something to dwell on. Patrick caught Pete shaking his head out of the corner of his eye and turned to face him. Patrick smiled a soft smile and slipped his hand into Pete's, squeezing softly before letting go. Pete's heart cracked just that much more.
Pete piled on top of Andy and Patrick sitting in the back seat of the van, catching their breath. It was quite slick and Pete promptly slid off the laps he was trying to sit in. He often forgot how sweaty they all were after a show. Patrick huffed out a small noise of disapproval, not looking up from the map he had open. Andy was tracing the road that they would take to their next show. "After the hotel," Pete insisted. Patrick looked up. "It would be better to get some driving done tonight and find a hotel later." Pete vehemently shook his head. "This was our biggest show yet, we deserve a hotel!" Patrick sighed and looked at Andy. Andy shrugged. "I'd like to not sleep in the van. I am certainly not opposed to this idea." Patrick sighed again and folded up the map. Pete cried out a victorious 'Yes!' and went to tell Joe.
The rooms were split, Patrick insisting on staying with Andy and Pete was not listening as he carted him down the hall. "But we're going to have so much fun! You never want to stay with me." Pete pouted. Patrick stared at him. "Are you pouting? Seriously, Pete, how old are you?" He smiled big despite the scolding. "I wanted to stay with Andy because he's quiet, and it's my turn to drive in the morning." Pete's full lower lip was still poking out and it even started to quiver. Patrick had to give him props. "Fine, fine. I'll stay with you." Patrick sighed his trademark Patrick sigh and followed Pete down the hall.
"Patrick?" Patrick's hand fluttered past his ear as he tried to rid himself of the shiver he had as the whisper passed over his skin. "Patrick?" A little louder this time, a little more insistent. "What?" Patrick said, annoyed. He had just fallen asleep. His eyes opened and Pete's face danced in front of his eyes. "Glasses." Patrick murmured, sticking his hand out, palm up. Pete carefully put them on Patrick's face. Blinking, Patrick focused on Pete's face and sighed. Pete's expression was one he usually had at night. Haunted. Sad. Broken. Patrick scooted over under the covers with an experienced quickness and flipped a corner for Pete to slide in, which he did immediately. The snuggles began shortly afterwards and Patrick began to prepare himself to go back to sleep with his new companion when Pete's small voice piped up again. "Patrick?" he mumbled, tracing the words on Patrick's t-shirt with a barely-there touch that made Patrick's skin crawl with electricity. "What is it, Pete?" Patrick replied just as softly, looking down at Pete's head on his chest. Pete looking up and with a flash of fear across his eyes, kissed Patrick squarely on the mouth.
Patrick's first thought was that Pete was much more gentle than he would have imagined. He then thought that was probably a strange first thought to have. He indulged in the kiss for a moment and then pulled back. Pete's eyes were wide, the pupils blown from want and need. Whatever Patrick had been planning on saying fled his mind as he leaned down and captured Pete's lips once more. With a low moan laced with pure longing, Pete's hands threaded through Patrick's hair, pulling him close, close, close. Patrick's body reacted easily to Pete's, and Patrick's hands were slowly tracing down Pete's bare spine. Pete's skin tingled at the careful contact and he suddenly began to cry. Patrick jerked back, startled, but Pete clung close and Patrick slowly put his arms around Pete's shivering form and Pete finally, finally, slept.
Morning filtered in through the thin curtains covering the window. Patrick stirred slightly, his bed feeling oddly chilly. As he opened his eyes, he realized Pete was gone.
Another leg of driving, another venue, another crowd, another restless night of sleep. The days dragged on and Pete waited with bated breath for night.
The fourth time Pete invaded Patrick's bed, Patrick started asking questions. "Why are you doing this?" Pete shrugged, picking at his fingers. "Pete. You need to talk to me." "I'm lonely. And you're attractive. And you treat me so gently, like I'm something fragile. I've never had that before." Pete didn't say that he loved his little Patrick. Loved him like something precious and fragile in his heart. Patrick took Pete's hands in his, but said nothing. Pete leaned into Patrick and pressed his face into Patrick's neck, leaving soft kisses. Patrick tipped up Pete's chin and claimed his lips. Pete moaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Patrick's shoulders, pressing them chest to chest. Patrick's fingers felt over the bumps of Pete's ribs, the sharp points of his hips. Pete let out a shaky sigh and tucked his fingers under the hem of Patrick's shirt, feeling his silky smooth skin. Patrick leaned into the touch and brought them both down onto the bed gently. Pete sighed softly, tugging Patrick's shirt over his head despite the protests. Pete's hands carefully traveled the map of Patrick's chest and hesitated at the waistband of his boxers. Patrick urged him forward with a kiss full of wanton desire.
If Pete had a choice, he would continue doing this forever. He could have Patrick, even if Patrick didn't love him. He could still have him and their cherished moments together. Everything would be okay.
Pete was just falling asleep when he felt more than heard Patrick say his name against his ear. Pete twitched slightly, but didn't move otherwise. He felt Patrick move away from him, and Pete's heart cracked again.
Pete blinked sleep out of his eyes as they stopped for lunch at a shitty truck stop. He turned, bracing his hands on his hip as he tried to crack his back. He watched Patrick, Andy and Joe get out the van. Pete couldn't help but notice how the sun glinted off Patrick's hair and he smiled to himself, and lowered his eyes, seeing Patrick smiling back at him. Pete wasn't expecting Patrick to come right up to him and kiss him, there, in the middle of the day, in front of Andy and Joe and a bunch of fat truckers. "...um..." Pete murmured as Patrick pulled back, pressing an achingly tender kiss to Pete's forehead. "I was going to tell you last night, but you feigned sleep." Pete just stared at Patrick, not chancing a look back at his other band mates. "I love you. It happened slowly, but surely, which is how things tend to go." He ran his fingertips lightly across Pete's cheekbone. "But you don't have to be in dark anymore." Pete's heart soared and his arms wrapped around Patrick to secure him in a hug. He closed his eyes and felt the sun warm his face.
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