single dad's club (peterick/trohley/brallon/rikey/frerard)

07

// this is not cheating because all joe and pete do is kiss. there are no feelings behind it for pete. also andy's majorly whacked up here cause he's on sedatives that make him act really weird. this era andy.

On hour seven of sitting in Andy's room, I decide to go get a cup of coffee. After asking Joe if he wants one, I walk out of the room, just to be pulled into an empty one across the hall.

Someone's hand is over my mouth before I hear, "Fucking stop struggling, it's me." Patrick says, shaking his hand that I've just bitten.

"Oh, shit, sorry." I say, and I can feel my cheeks heat up. He smiles at me and brings his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him. "You have more gum?" I ask, and he shakes his head.

"Nope." He says, shrugging. "I just wanted to make out with you for a few minutes. I've got a fifteen minute break."

I look at my watch. "I'm supposed to be in there with Andy in case he wakes up. He might go into attack mode on Joe because he's never seen Joe in his life." I explain.

"Three minutes. Give me three minutes." He says. I nod, shrugging.

"Yeah, alright." His hands are moving from my waist to my thighs, and he's lifting me with no problem, pushing me against the closed door. I yelp in surprise.

"Silly, Pete, you're going to get us caught." Patrick says, 'tsk'ing. "Can't have that, can we?"

He leans in and captures my mouth, kissing me gently. It's closed-mouth kisses until his tongue comes prodding into my mouth, catching me off guard. I moan loudly, right as he begins to trail kisses down my neck.

Before he can suck a hickey into my neck, I pull him back up, reattaching our mouths. Joe would easily see me shirtless. I don't need him questioning if he put that mark there or not, until I tell him about this.

Patrick's pager goes off, and he groans. "Dammit." He says, kissing me once more. I fix his hair for him and run my finger across his bottom lip, only to have him suck it in his mouth and lick at the pad of my thumb.

I swear my eyes roll back in my head at that. He must notice because he chuckles around it before letting it go with a pop. "I'll see you later?" He asks hopefully, and I nod.

"Definitely." He kisses me once more before wiping his mouth off a few times, probably trying to get the swelling of his mouth to go down.

I press my lips together hard to do the same as I walk back across the hall. Andy is just waking up, and he's looking at Joe wide-eyed.

The first thing he says isn't 'who the hell are you?' like I would've expected. He says, "Am I in heaven? You look like a fucking angel." Joe blushes. I wasn't aware that he could until just now.

"No, I, uh, I'm Joe. I was here with Pete." Joe says. Andy's hand is up to Joe's face already, letting his thumb run circles into Joe's cheek.

"You're really pretty." Andy comments, and Joe's face heats up again. "Like unnaturally pretty for a guy, what the hell?"

"Hey, guys." I say, walking in like I haven't been here. Andy just nods at me.

"Pete, dude, where the hell did you get this one? What do they put in the water where you're from?" Andy's other hand goes up to Joe's other cheek. "Your face is so smooth, what?"

"Andy, you're so fucked up right now." I say, laughing. Andy looks at me with a straight face.

"I'm fine. Now, tell me one thing, Joe. Is your ass nice?" Andy asks. I burst out laughing, and it looks like Joe's going to die from embarrassment. "For real, is it?" When no one answers him, Andy shrugs and reaches a hand down behind Joe, gripping his ass hard. Joe makes a weird noise in surprise. "Oh yes, it is."

"Andy, holy shit." I say, and I'm about to die from laughter. Andy still hasn't cracked a smile.

I stop laughing, however, when Andy turns back to Joe and says, "You're going on a date with me when I get out of here." My eyebrows raise, and my arms cross.

I know it's not fair to make out with both Patrick and Joe and then get jealous when one of them gets asked out. Joe hasn't even said anything yet, and I'm already overreacting. There's no way he's going to say yes.

"Hell yes." Joe says, proving me wrong. My eyes widen, and I tap my foot impatiently.

"Pete, you said yourself we were casual. I took that as nothing emotional ever happening. You're gonna kiss Doctor Stump? I'm gonna go on a date with Andy." Joe says. So he must've been standing at the door when Patrick kissed me and then heard what he said afterwards.

"I respect your decisions. You guys'll be cute together." I say honestly.

It does hurt a little to let Joe go, seriously, he's a great kisser. But he deserves Andy, they deserve each other. He deserves someone that knows what he wants, and what Andy wants is Joe.

I'm happy for them. Andy's been weirdly quiet for the past few minutes, and when I look back at him, he's trying to see his hair that's been cut short.

"What the hell happened to my beautiful hair?" Andy asks, pouting when he can't see it.

"You cracked your skull. They had to cut your hair to do emergency surgery." I explain. Andy still looks sad.

"You still look hot, if that makes a difference." Joe says. Andy smiles at that, eyes flicking to Joe's lips.

"That's my cue to jet. Call me if you need anything. See you Thursday, Joe." I say, and he nods.

As I walk out of the hospital, I realise I don't have a ride home. Right as I'm about to try to bum a ride of Gerard or Ray or Brendon, Patrick appears next to me.

"Come on, I'll take you home." He says, and I smile.