Fall Out Boy One Shots

When the Lights go out-Peterick

A/n: Okay just warning that there's smut in this one for those who prefer not to read it.

The tap, tapping noises and muffled music barely audibly buzzed by Pete's ears as he lay upside down on Patrick's couch. His eyes focused and unfocused as he idly flipped through the channels of the big screen TV situated in the living room. Occasionally he'd glance sideways over at Patrick who was lost in his own computer world, as per usual, and smile softly to himself. He'd missed this immensely. Just sitting around with his best friend, doing shit all, watching TV and cracking jokes, reminiscing about the van days and tours passed. It was true what they said, whoever 'they' were, that you really never miss anything until it's gone. And though Pete never technically lost Patrick, and Patrick assured him he never would, he felt as if their separate lives and assorted job opportunities were gradually pulling them apart, if only in Pete's paranoid psyche. Patrick had informed him that he too missed the time they spent together and valued it more than anything. So the two relished the opportunity to be together when talk of a new album arose. Of course the artistic prospect was just as meaningful, but there were other reasons for excitement the two of them shared secretly.

The blood was slowly rushing to Pete's head from his position, but the subtle view of Patrick's angelic face outweighed the dizziness. Or maybe it was said view that was causing it. He sighed unconsciously.

"You know, we are supposed to be working." Patrick could obviously feel Pete thinking. He had a knack for that. As well as being able to hear the conversations going on around him while deep in musical thought with a thick set of headphones blaring beats into his ears.

"I was working. I'm taking a break." Pete smiled as he turned back towards the television.

"Well I'm just saying, instead of being bored watching TV maybe you could help me out with this."

"I'm not bored."

"Pete you're clearly bored. I just heard you sigh."

How the fuck did he hear that? Pete turned his head toward Patrick and smiled up at him. "I'm never bored when you're around."

Patrick couldn't help the small grin that formed as he shook his head and turned back toward his laptop.

Though Pete wasn't really paying any attention to the television shows he was passing, one of the multiple cut-off sentences that whirred by said something about a storm headed toward the Chicago area. He thought nothing of it, and finally stopped on the second half of Big showing on one of the retro movie channels. "Dude! I love this movie!" he exclaimed. Patrick giggled softly.

Pete didn't notice the steadily increasing rain pounding against the window, but Patrick kept glancing at it worryingly wondering if the storm would cause a problem. Just as the thought floated through his head, a huge crackling boom sounded from the sky. Pete jolted so quickly he fell backwards off the couch. He clamored back up next to Patrick just as another one sounded, this time followed by a huge flash of light. Before Patrick could even reach for the extension power cord, the lights and all the electricity shut off. The sudden darkness illuminated the overwhelming bleak, grey clouds seeping through the sky. The hard rain clawed at the windows as bright flashes and thunderous roars reverberated through the air. Pete's eyes were fixated on it all.

"Shit!" Patrick cursed as he hit his laptop. "Ugh, come on!"

Pete looked over to see Patrick in a panic, pressing numerous buttons and switches and fiddling with the plugs and outlets. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Well the power just decided to fuck off while I was right in the middle of working on something." He got on the floor to check the power cord. "Ugh, come on. Don't do this."