Fall Out Boy

Maybe Dogs Like Mistletoe (Peterick)

"Pete! Where'd you put the lights?" Patrick called to his bassist, who was currently sitting on the couch eating pumpkin pie. Pete twisted his head, looking at Patrick above him, hanging over the banister of the stairs.

"In the box by the ornaments." Pete replied between bites. Patrick nodded, flicking his tail.

"This is your house, you can help." Patrick said, shivering at the cold. "Your house is freezing man." Patrick flicked his tail, ears flicking under his fedora. Pete looked up at him again.

"I can make you some cocoa. I also have more pumpkin pie." He offered. Patrick pulled his sweater sleeves over his hands and nodded.

"Yes please. Ooh!" Patrick said, swishing his tail gently. He fixed the mistletoe that was crooked on the side of the garland he had wrapped around the banister, then walked down to follow Pete.

He saw Andy sitting down, sipping at an apple juice, while Pete got out the cocoa and pie.

"Hey, Hurley." Patrick said, walking past him and standing next to Pete. "Ooh. Smells good already. I love the smell of chocolate." Patrick sighed, taking off his fedora and flicking his ear.

"Hey, Patrick." Andy smiled, taking another sip and eyeing Pete and Patrick. Patrick wagged his tail, hitting Pete's upper thigh every time it swung to the left. Pete blushed, ignoring it and continuing with the cocoa. He stuck it in the microwave for a minute and a half, then walking away to get a plate. Patrick followed, intrigued. Pete pulled out the pie from the fridge and pulled a piece away and onto a plate for Patrick.

Before he knew it, the microwave beeped. Pete pulled the mug out and stirred it a bit more, then handing it to Patrick. Patrick let it sit in his hands for a moment, warning them up.

"Ooh.... Thanks, Pete...." Patrick said, taking a sip and swishing his tail. Pete nodded, turning the music channel on the TV. Patrick looked up at the sound of the song See You Again with Wiz Khalifa and Charlie Puth.

"I like this song." Patrick said, flicking his ear happily and taking another sip of his cocoa. He sat down, pushing his mug to the side and taking a bite of pie. Andy held his hand subtly over Patrick's head, Pete sitting in between Andy and Patrick. Andy chuckled, shaking the object in his hand lightly.

Patrick looked up, gasping lightly. Pete looked up too, just blushing like crazy. The two looked at each other, knowing what was coming.

"Mistletoe is Mistletoe...." Pete sighed. Kissing his best friend, Jesus. Secretly he wouldn't mind doing so, for he'd always been attracted to Patrick. Little did he know Patrick felt the same way.

Patrick blushed more, swishing his tail in anticipation. "So.... Are we gonna get this over with or drag it out?" He mumbled. Pete smiled.

"I dunno. That's up to you," and with that he pulled Patrick's lips onto his, kissing him softly. Patrick whined a little out of surprise, then kissed Pete back. They stayed like that for a moment, until Pete set his hand on Patrick's thigh. Patrick gasped slightly as Pete squeezed gently.

Pete smiled against Patrick, slipping his hand farther up his thigh. He rested it on Patrick's zipper, sliding his finger up and down on it. He felt Patrick harden almost instantaneously, so he decided to test the waters a bit more. He unzipped Patrick's jeans, pushing the button open and slipping his hand in.

Patrick moaned softly, feeling Pete's hand moving around between his legs. Pete rubbed him softly through his boxers, earning little whimpers and moans from Patrick.

Patrick bit his lip as Pete started teasing him, a small whine escaping. Pete felt the fabric dampen slightly, smirking up at Patrick. He pulled his hand out, a small whimper of protest emanating from Patrick. Pete leaned forward and whispered, "Andy's still here...."

Patrick opened his eyes, staring at Andy and he smirked at the two. He felt Pete redo the button, leaving his fly down. Pete stood up and walked upstairs, a beaconing smile on his face. Patrick took the hint and followed close behind. Pete lead them to his room, closing the door behind him.

[AN: should I continue this one? Tell me yes or no.]