Peretick Fanfictions

Joke Me Something Awful

I was sitting on the couch next to my best friend. Patrick was watching a movie. Some stupid movie about teenagers falling in love and trying to get away. You know, the one where they smoke on the roofs and talk about life by the sea shore. Where they do drugs and go to concerts and have fun, while they parents are home asleep. I hated those types of movies, cause they made me feel like my life is dull and boring. But for some reason Patrick loved them, and I loved Patrick, so i let him make me watch it.
Time seemed to go on so slowly and the film would just never end. I was getting bored already, even though it's been like 20 minutes. I put my head on Patrick's shoulder and closed my eyes.
"Hey, don't sleep," he said. I sighed.
"I don't like this movie," I whined.
"Well, I like it though, so deal with it," he said and somehow managed to poke my side. I gasped and poked him in return, cause him to giggle. I put myself in slightly more comfortable position, hugging Trick a little and repositioning my head on his soft shoulder. He would make a great pillow to be honest. No, really. He's soft as fuck and you have no idea how nice cuddling with him feels. If he doesn't end up being a pillow in his future life I'll probably cry.
"Trick?" I called him, my voice came out weak and weird, but whatever.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Can we lie down?" I said awkwardly.
"What? Why?" Trick laughed at me.
"I wanna cuddle," I said, kinda feeling myself blush. My friend laughed at me, but stood up anyway, causing me to tumble down on the floor. I groaned, obviously, cause it hurt, but Patrick just burst out laughing. I playfully glared at him and he tried to shut up, I'll give him this much, but well. He failed. He started laughing even harder, but surprisingly he held his hand out for me. I took it, rolling my eyes, and stood up with his help, still glaring.
"I-I'll go bring the blanket," he said through his giggles, that intensified every time he would look at my face. He left the room and I put the pillows from the couch on the floor, making the surface softer and better to lie down on. Patrick came back seconds later with two warm blankets in his hands. He threw one at me and left the second one to himself. I was already lying down and Patrick situated himself close to me, but not close enough. He pulled the blanket over himself and gave me a small smile, returning his attention to the TV screen. I frowned and made puppy eyes.
"Trick," I whined. His head span to me. I opened up my cover a bit and patted the place right next to me. He sighed and rolled his eyes, but a smile appeared on his pretty lips. Trick moved closer until he was right by my side, so I could hug him properly. I kissed his cheek and managed to intertwine our legs under the covers. This was so perfect. I shifted in even closer if it was possible and laced my fingers with his.
"You know, if I didn't know better I'd say you're trying to get me to sleep with you," Patrick said and i couldn't tell if he was joking or if he was annoyed. I decided to go with the first.
"Well, how do you know that I'm not?" I whispered and planted a kiss behind his ear. I don't know why I said it, I was bored and well, I'm Pete Wentz, I tend to say stupid things all the time, but when I heard Patrick's breath stop for a moment and then go back to normal i honestly couldn't be so sure anymore that it was just a joke. I mean, I knew I liked Patrick, but he sure as hell didn't like me, and I wasn't going to do anything today, but what if I could give it a try? Maybe it's the right time to tell him?
I decided to push it a bit further and then deal with problems as they appear. That's what i always did and this time was no different.
I pulled away from Patrick and immediately heard him do the sound puppies do when they're sad. I chuckled quietly and sat up to take my t-shirt off.
"What are you doing?" Trick asked.
"I'm hot," I replied and looked at his face to see him looking at my body. He quickly looked away a blush forming on his cheeks. Oops. Too late.
"Maybe that's cause you're under the covers?" he asked.
"No, I'm hot cause I work out and well, i guess genetics also did their work," I joked, lying back down. Patrick rolled his eyes but smiled. His attention now went back to the movie, but i was determined to carry out my evil plan. Besides, my friend really looked as if he was hot and about to turn into pizza, not that I would mind, I mean then it would be okay to have my lips on him...
"Trick?" I asked. He was clearly annoyed by me now, but to be honest, i didn't care.
"Yes?" he asked with irritation.
"Aren't you hot?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Dude, you're sweating," he didn't say anything. "I was hot in a t-shirt and you're wearing a shirt, a hoodie, and i'm pretty damn sure you have an undershirt."
He just shrugged.
"No, you know what, it hurts me just to look at you," I said and sat up again, and before Patrick could run away I sat on top of him. Hey, I like this position. Although not really, I'd rather top, but then again, I wouldn't mind to be a bottom. But only with him. He's just that special.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Trick asked when I got to the hem of his hoodie. He sounded panicked, and surprisingly it made me actually stop. My hands stayed where they were though.
"Undressing you," I said. "You're clearly hot. I don't want you to get a heatstroke or something."
"And I won't," he said, his eyes were pleading me.
"Patrick," I started slowly. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," he answered quickly.
"If it's nothing, then can i take off your hoodie?" I asked. He chewed on his bottom lip, his gaze full of fear or anxiety i couldn't quite tell.
"O-okay," he nodded and slowly, very slowly lifted his hands up and sat up a bit. He let me take his hoodie off, his hat falling down in the process. He quickly picked it up and put it back on. I rolled my eyes.
My gaze drifted down his body. He still had too much cloths on.
He pulled the blanket over himself stopping me from checking him out.
"Pete umm... You're still sitting on me..." he said awkwardly making me laugh.
"I know," I said with a smirk, not moving anywhere. I looked down at his face and I don't know where it all came from but I suddenly felt so much affection for this boy. Like all I wanted to do was to show him that and to make him feel so good.
"You're so cute," I whispered putting one of my hands on his check.
"Pete, you okay?" he asked me skeptically narrowing his eyes.
"Yes. You're just really, really cute," I repeated and leant in to kiss his neck. I felt his body tense up, but soon he relaxed and lay back down, letting me suck and nibble on his sensitive skin. He didn't move or make any sounds except for his breathing that went heavier and that was enough to convince me that he enjoyed it. My hands went down his body to the bottom of his t-shirt, and I tried to pull it up, but he stopped me.
"Wait, wait, hold up. What the hell are you doing?" he asked breathlessly, holding my hands. I separated my lips from his neck, something I didn't really wanna stop doing.
"Honestly?" I asked. He looked at me suspiciously.
"No, lie to me," he said with sarcasm making me roll my eyes.
"Well, I want to get you undressed and kiss your neck, while you're watching the movie. Nothing extraordinary, you know," I told him. Not like we haven't kissed each others necks before.
"And I still don't get why I need to take off my shirt," he said.
"There are two reasons. First: you're hot."
"No, I'm not. And even if i were, isn't it easier to just put away the blanket?" Trick asked.
"No. I'd rather you take your shirt off," I argued.
"Well, I'd rather I won't. Anyway, what's the second reason?" he questioned raising his eyebrows.
"You're hot."
"It's the first reason."
"No, different type of hot," I chuckled after I realized what he meant. Who even made this word mean these two things?
"My response is the same. I'm not," Patrick said.
"But you are. And I wanna look at your body," I said leaning down and kissing his collar bone. "And touch you," I whispered going back up to his neck, my hands roaming his body through the material of his t-shirt.
"Dude, no," he said, or more like moaned. I lightly nit his soft spot, below his ear. It made him whimper and his breathinggo irregular again.
"Hell yes," I said not even remembering what we were arguing about. "What's the problem? I've seen you topless before. And I wanna see you like this again."
"No," he said
"Why?" I asked pulling away and looking at his face.
"Because."
"It's not a reason."
"Well, I said no, you can't touch me without my consent." he said.
"Look, Trick, I'm not gonna do anything you really don't want me to do. I'm not one of those assholes. But at least tell me what's the problem. Dude, I'm your best friend. You're supposed to trust me," I told him and got off of him, sitting up by his side. He sighed, sat down, too, and fixed his hat.
"Because I'm fat," he whispered, looking down at his lap. I frowned.
"No, you're not," I said.
"No, I am. Don't lie to me, okay?" he said still quietly. I shook my head.
"Okay, yeah, you don't have a body like those super models on TV, but it doesn't make your body any worse. Yes, you're different, but you're just as good, no, you're better. You're so much hotter that half of those girls I slept with, and you know i slept with a lot," I chuckled. He smiled, still looking down.
"Maybe you're right," he said, but he just didn't sound sincere.
"No, you don't believe me. You only said cause you wanna drop the subject, didn't you?" I asked. He just shrugged.
"Trick, I wouldn't ask you to take off your shirt if i didn't wanna look at what's underneath. I like what it is there. And if i like it, someone else would also like it," I said.
"By someone else you mean my mom?" he laughed, making me laugh, too.
"No, I mean some cute as hell amazing girl you will fall for or have already fallen for but decided to hide it from me," I said, my words sounding bitter and I hoped he didn't notice. I prayed he didn't, cause I wasn't ready for that conversation yet. No matter how much I wanted to tell him.
"It's not what it is, though. It's just that... I don't like myself. You are literally perfect, I'm not even sure you know what it's like even despite all the things you've gone through," he told me.
"I guess, I do, though," I said.
"But you're perfect," he said sounding confused.
"Exactly. I mean, I don't agree with you, but you find me perfect. So many people find me perfect. It's just this thing in my head that tells me otherwise, but I've learnt to deal with it, you know. I've learnt to believe people when they tell me I'm cool. You'll learn it, too, sooner or later. But for now, can you just let me get your goddamn shirt off and kiss you?" I asked him. He laughed. I loved seeing him laughing and making him laugh. I loved making him happy, cause somehow it made me happy in return.
"Thank you," he said. I grinned.
"I only accept 'thank you's in a form of you taking your cloths off," I said. Hm, it kinda sounds like cool lyrics. Only if i change it a bit, like maybe put 'sympathy' instead of 'thank you' and something else. Yeah, I'm totally gonna think about it later.
I saw Patrick grin, too, and I crawled on top of him. I took hold of his t-shirt and he let me take it off and toss it to another part of the room. He looked embarrassed, but I checked him out anyway, pleased with what I saw. Honestly, he is damn perfect, why can't he just see it? Well, I guess, it's kinda hypocritical of me to think that, but whatever. I leant in and placed a small kiss on his stomach. He was so tense, but I didn't expect him to be calm and open up to me instantly. I went higher and kissed his chest, turning my attention to his nipple. I sucked on it and lightly bit it. I heard him moan quietly, as his chest rose up and down when he breathed. I felt him very slowly, but surely calming down. I went up to his collar bone, nibbling on it, then leaving a hickey. Goosebumps on Patricks's skin and the little sounds he was making were the best prize here. I loved making him feel good. I guess that's what happens when you like somebody so much.
"Pete?" he asked.
"Yeah?" I mumbled agains his skin.
"You were talking about falling for someone earlier..." he started and I felt my heart start to sink.
"What about it?" I asked him even though I already guessed what was going to come next.
"I did fall for someone."
I kissed his neck, I didn't admit it, but i was just trying to make him feel even better, to show him that I'm better than whoever it is he has fallen for.
"Who is it?" I asked after a moment, trying my best to make my voice sound as normal as possible.
Patrick was panting underneath me, while my hands, that were roaming his body, went further south, extremely close to his crotch. He gasped and took my hands.
"Wait, wait, stop," he said, trying to breathe properly. I smirked and stopped kissing his neck. I sat down on his lap and he sat down, too. I had to let go of one of his hands, when i was sitting up, but i held his second one. I didn't want him to answer. I wanted him to be mine, but there was no chance in the entire universe, that the one he likes is me, so... Especially I didn't want him to say it now, because well, i was pretty turned on. I glanced down at his crotch to see that his goddamn jeans were impossible to see through. Actually it might be really useful, now that I think about it.
"So who is it?" I asked him again looking up in his eyes. He looked nervous, even more nervous than when I took off his shirt.
"It's... Umm..." he was looking down, and then his gaze fell on my face and he looked at me pleadingly, but I didn't understand what he was asking for.
"It's you," he finally said, looking away again, and he went to let go of my hand, but i just held it tighter. No, he didn't just say that. My heartbeat sped up and I felt adrenaline coursing through my veins.
"It's not a joke, is it? Please, tell me it's not," I said. He shook his head, his eyes meeting mine again, and I just lent in and pressed my lips to his. He moaned into the kiss, obviously kissing me back. My hands went to caress his cheeks, while our lips were moving in sync. Kissing him felt amazing. Surprisingly, we have never kissed before. Yes, we've seen each other naked, kissed each other on the neck so many times, but we've never kissed, and now that it was happening, it felt like the best thing ever. My hands went down to his body, making him tense up again, but he quickly relaxed, as i bit down in his bottom lip, making him part his lips. Our tongues glided together and it felt more that amazing. He put his hands around my neck, pulling me closer. Our chests were now pressed together and I could feel that his heart was beating just as hard and fast as mine and I loved to see that I made him feel the same way he made me feel.
"Ahem," I heard someone clear their throat. My head quickly turned to the doorway where the voice camce from. I saw Joe standing there with a huge grin on his face. "Hey, guuuuys," he said trying to keep from laughung. I took a pillow lying next to me and threw it at his head, well, i tried. Actually i hit the door and it made him laugh out loud. I glared at him and went to look for another pillow but Joe lifted his hands up and went backwards and out of the room shutting the goddamn door befing him.
I looked down at Patrick who was lying there looking totally embarassed but incredibly adorable. I smiled and leant down to softly kiss his lips again. I pulled away with one thought in my mind.
"Patrick?" I asked.
"Yes, Pete?"
"Would you be my boyfriend?" I asked shyly. This was awkward. He laughed at me and shook his head.
"What do you think?" he asked me. I shrugged. Of course, I knew, it was he, who told me he liked me, after all. I just wanted him to say it.
"Yes," he answered just as shyly as I asked him and I giggled. I leant down and kissed his perfect lips again, processing the thought of Patrick being all mine now. My boyfriend.
"I love you so much," I muttered as I hugged him too tightly probably, but right now i didn't care. I just wanted to be close to him, closer that usually, I mean. Cause now he's my boyfriend. Now i'm allowed to touch him, and kiss him, and tell him how much I adore him. To be honest, I don't remember ever being so happy.
"Thank you," I whispered in his neck.
"What for?" he laughed.
"For everything," I said and cuddled in even closer. God, this is perfect.