Fall Out Boy

Where Is Your Boy Tonight? (Peterick)

The guys were eating dinner at Patrick's house one night after a show in their hometown, Chicago, when Pete decided he wanted to turn on the radio.

"Hey, Patrick, where'd you put my phone, bro?" He asked. Patrick looked up, his mouth full of spaghetti noodles.

"Hmm?" He asked, his eyes glimmering through his glasses.

"Where'd you put my phone? I told you to put it up while I tuned my bass." Pete repeated. Patrick held up his finger, telling Pete to wait. After a moment he swallowed his noodles and answered,

"On the dresser in my room, or at least it should be."

Pete nodded and headed upstairs to Patrick's room. He had messed with his bass in the next room, and had only been in Patrick's once before. He looked around, for it was different from the last time. He spotted his phone and picked it up, shoving it in his pocket and sitting on Patrick's bed.

There was a blue journal leaning against his window, and Pete bit his lip. He knew he really shouldn't, but ignored that and picked it up anyway. Luckily it was filled with song lyrics, most of them Pete had used in songs after Patrick suggested them. There were some from all their albums, and some e had never seen before. But they were all really good.

"Pete?" Pete jumped at the sound of Patrick calling him from downstairs. He closed the book and placed it back on the windowsill, heading downstairs. As he passed Patrick, he was stopped by something he couldn't see. It was soft, and he felt himself choke on something.

He took a step back, pulling a white feather out of his mouth. He looked at Patrick, who was staring at him in pure shock, eyes wide and mouth sealed shut.

"What the fuck?" Pete asked, holding the feather up. Joe and Andy looked at him like he had sprouted a second head.

"Where'd that come from?" Joe asked as he set down his fork. Pete shook his head, feeling his libido rise suddenly. Patrick was completely red, and Pete gave him a confused look.

"Uhm- excuse me," Patrick said, clearing his throat and standing up, rushing past Pete and up to his room, shutting the door. Pete stared down at the feather, not sure what to think. Then again, he couldn't think straight with his lust this high. He thought about the way Patrick got all flustered and red, feeling his jeans tighten.

"I'll be back in- ah, a minute, guys." Pete said, setting the feather gently on the table and heading upstairs. He went to the room next to Patrick's where he had settled before, shutting the door silently and laying down. He closed his eyes and sighed, hearing a faint flutter in the next room.

He sat up again instantly, focusing on nothing other than the sounds he heard next door. There was the sound of wings, and the occasional moan from Patrick. Pete walked out and knocked on Patrick's door, hearing a gasp and the beating of wings twice, then it was gone.

"Come in," Patrick said quietly from behind the door.

Pete opened it slowly and entered to see Patrick looking through his closet- and shirtless. Pete blushed and crossed his legs because this was not helping his hots what so ever.

Patrick turned his head and sighed happily to see it was only Pete.

"Hey," He said quietly. Pete was able to get himself together, his face still blushed though.

"You okay?" He asked. Patrick nodded simply, his back arching oddly for a moment before righting itself again. "What- you sure? I mean-" Pete was interrupted by a fedora falling off Patrick's wall randomly.

"Damnit," Patrick muttered, walking over to pick it up, his back muscles straining against something that Pete couldn't see.

"Are you sure? You seem a little.... Tense." Pete asked. Patrick didn't speak or even respond, just sat down on his bed and sighed. Pete hesitantly sat next to him, feeling something soft press into his shoulder. Patrick leaned away, moving his body a little farther away. Pete crossed his legs over again tightly, biting his lip to suppress a moan.

"I know what the feather is from, Pete." Patrick said, barely more than a whisper. Pete looked over at him, concerned and curious.

"It- it's from my.... My wings." Patrick said, his back loosening. Pete felt the soft object on his back, and then saw Patrick's wings fade into sight. His jaw dropped, leaving Pete shocked.

"You- you're, ah- what?" Pete choked the last part out, almost losing it right there. Patrick stood up and picked up a silver ring that sat over the edge of his mirror. He placed it over his head, causing it to glow blue and hover over him.

"I've been granted as an angel, Pete." Patrick explained. "I have wings and a my halo. Actually, God says that blue is a very rare color, and that I'm a special angel. I was actually sent to be your.... Well, guardian angel, I suppose." He finished, his voice small for the strong being he was portraying.

To Pete, this was one of the hottest things he'd seen. His friend, now his guardian angel, shirtless, red, and wings splayed out. He began to wonder if there were any sweet spots on them, but quickly shook the thought away. 'This is your friend, note your lover' he told himself, 'shut up and stop it. But damn, he's hot.'

Pete couldn't think straight, it all looped back to Patrick. His short friend looked too good.

"Pete?"

Pete's thoughts were interrupted by Patrick's voice. He looked up to see Patrick timidly tucking his wings in.

"Sorry, just got distracted." Pete choked on his words. 'Should I.... No, don't do anything.' Pete fought a useless battle in his head. Eventually his mind took over his heart, standing him up.

In one swift move, he pulled Patrick forward and pinned him to the bed, losing his halo, straddling his legs and holding his wrists down.

"Pete!" Patrick gasped. "What- ah, what are you doing?" Patrick's voice snapped Pete back. He looked down Patrick's body guiltily, then smirked, all his common sense out the window. He kissed Patrick, soft and sweet at first, slowly getting rougher as he went along.

Patrick just whined against Pete, keeping his mouth shut as well as he could until Pete bit down on his lip, making him gasp out. Pete wasted no time, plunging into Patrick's mouth and working his belt off. Patrick beat his wings once then twice against the bed in protest as Pete slid his hands down on his body.

Pete pushed his hand down onto Patrick, palming him through his jeans. Patrick moaned against Pete's lips, managing to breathe a bit as Pete turned his head away.

"Pete, stop- ah!" Patrick gasped between breaths. Pete ignored him, and Patrick found a way out. He curled his wings in between him and Pete, pushing them out, and pushing Pete off him. He sat up quickly, staring at his friend who had done something he never expected.

Surprised and breathless, Pete leaned against the wall and froze, realizing what he had just done. He slapped a hand over his mouth and stared at Patrick in horror.

"Oh my God, Trick! I'm so sorry, I didn't- I don't know what happened! Holy shit, I'm so sorry!" Pete gasped. He shook his head and flicked his eyes to the roof. "Patrick, I swear, I didn't mean that!" He kept apologizing over and over.

"Pete," Patrick finally silenced him with nothing but his name. "I know why you did it. It's okay, I guess." He said shyly. "There are special fumes in the feathers of my wings that give off a strong sexual feeling that's really strong for humans. Sometimes they can control it," Patrick gestured to Pete's jeans, "and that's what happens. I don't blame you." He shrugged, avoiding eye contact with Pete.

Pete just stared at Patrick. "Okay, we should probably head back downstairs." Patrick's eyes widened and he nodded. Hiding his wings again and heading downstairs with Pete.

When they did Andy and Joe had the stupidest smug looks on their faces.

"What?" Pete asked. Joe smirked and Andy chuckled.

"Did you two have sex or something? What was all that noise?" Joe asked. Pete blushed and looked at Patrick.

"Something like that,"

(A/N: hey guys! Over 60 reads, thank you! If you have any requests for anything just tell me and I'll see what I can do. ;) hope you enjoyed! Also- I'm sorry, I know it's all Peterick so far but idk what to do with Joe and Andy it's harder with them. I'll do more neutral ones tho. I can do that.)