Peterick OneShots

When 'Fall Out Boy' is a Little too Literal - Smut

 "Please put me down it's just a sprained ankle"

this suddenly turned into smut; i put a warning before it started, it's mostly fluff before that, but i figured i'd let you know ahead of time :)

Exhilarating. There was no other way to explain it, not to Pete. The feeling of playing in front of a crowd that sang along with every word, that moved along with the music, that felt and breathed it the same way that he did, that the band did. It was better than any drug to him, and he loved it. The only problem was that he lost his mind a bit when he got like this. He would jump and run and dance around stage, throwing himself either on the stage or onto Patrick or into the crowd.

Tonight was one of the nights when he tried to do guitar spins and jumps and stupid things he shouldn't have. Until he fell. Again. Normally he was good about catching his falls. He'd land on his ass and everyone would laugh and his band mates would give him sympathetic looks until he laughed along with the crowd and everything was fine, as long as the equipment wasn't broken. But this time Pete is stupid, and tries to land on his feet.

Pete almost stopped playing when he felt his foot twist. His legs gave out under him as the one twisted and spasmed with little pains, but he didn't stop playing. As soon as the song finished he gasped, setting his bass down to try and push himself up off the stage. Suddenly there were strong hands gripping his shoulders, pushing him back down.

"Pete, stop! Stop, you need to stay there until someone can make sure you're okay. You didn't break your leg did you? Pete sometimes I swear you're the biggest child I've ever seen, 'break a leg' is not meant to be taken literally," Pete couldn't help the tiny grin on his face at Patrick's breathless nagging. His words tumbled out too fast, too high pitched, but it was because Patrick worried whenever anyone got hurt. He was almost as bad as Andy.

Pete shook his head. "It's not broken, I can walk, it's okay." Pete waved off Patrick and the rest of the crew that had shown up to check on him, laughing to hide a wince. His leg hurt pretty bad, but he was sure it was just sprained. Pete shifted a bit of weight to his right foot and nodded to himself.

"I can finish up these last two songs. It's fine, let's do this." he gave Patrick a look, trying to assure him that he was okay. Patrick met his gaze for a moment before he nodded, ruffling Pete's hair as he passed him. Pete smiled down at his bass as he got ready to start playing again, waiting for his cue.

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The rest of the show was finished without incident. As soon as the lights went down, Pete hobbled over to his tech, handing over his bass carefully. He grimaced, hoping the bus wasn't too far, before suddenly he wasn't standing anymore. Pete yelped as he was lifted into the air by a pair of surprisingly strong arms.

Patrick was holding him bridal style, cheeks flushed pink. He rolled his eyes, huffing as he began to carry Pete out of the venue, but there was something about his expression that almost seemed... Smug? Pete shook his head, voice returning after he got over the initial shock of Patrick picking him up.

"Trick.. Why are you carrying me? Not that i'm complaining, I love being close to my Pattycakes, but .." Pete trailed off, hoping that the blush rising to his face wasn't too noticeable.

Patrick huffed a sigh, keeping his eyes trained forward. "Because, Peter, you hurt yourself. You don't need to walk on your leg, it'll make it worse." He explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Pete's eyebrows rose, and he chuckled nervously.

"Someone else could'a carried me Trick, if you're that worried about it. I'm a lil guy but not that little. Don't throw your back out just because I'm an idiot. "