Peterick OneShots

Twin Skeletons

I saw song lyrics for this song and decided i'd hurt my own heart

TW: nsfw mentions, angst, ask to tag,

It's set during and after the hiatus. You're fucking welcome (i'm so sorry)

// i just need enough of you to dull the pain / to get me through the night / till we're twins again //

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It hurt. Oh God, did Patrick hurt. He stared at the ceiling, makeup smeared across his face from the Soul Punk show last night. Pete was there, of course. He'd started sneaking in to them since they started hinting at an end to the hiatus.

It wasn't that he didn't want the band to get back together. He missed them, his family. Missed spending months on the road with friends he trusted with his life. But.. He missed Pete most of all, and that scared him.

He didn't know what they were. After their last big fight, after months of not talking and suddenly having their hands all over each other.. Patrick didn't know what to think. Maybe he was just using him because he was lonely and insecure. Pete had always been a safe place for him, had always made him feel attractive when Patrick wanted to tear his own skin off. Maybe this was just.. Maybe this was the same as the neck kisses, he reasoned. Pete did that for the cameras, to make Patrick feel special.

Or maybe, a little part of him whispered. Maybe this is your old crush coming back. It was likely, of course. What gay 15 year old wasn't in love with Pete Wentz? At the time the guy was a legend, someone he should've admired.. But he got to be friends with him instead, got to know him. Pete became his second half, was his second half for so many years, until..

The thoughts trailed off as Pete stirred. He rolled over in his sleep, warm chest against Patrick's side. It was one of the few time where their situations were reversed, where Pete had fallen asleep easily and Patrick was awake all night. His tattooed arm was wrapped tight around Patrick's middle, though it wasn't the same as it used to be. Patrick was smaller now, so much smaller. His mom was worried at first, and Pete still was, even if he pretended otherwise. Pete was able to pull him closer because of this, to wrap his arm almost completely around him.

Patrick frowned, pulling his fingers gently through Pete's hair. His heart twisted in his chest; this wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. He wanted things to be simple again, wanted things to go back to the way they were, where he could hold Pete at night and it would only mean something to him, where it felt safe and natural and right. But now, the hotel room smelled like sex and fear, the city lights peeking through the blinds, reminding Patrick that his time was almost up. He'd leave soon, back on tour, to hear the crowds boo him as he tried to do something that he loved, that mattered to him.

Patrick bit down on his lip, hard, fighting back the tears that were forming in his eyes. He'd enjoy this for now, as much as he could. He felt loose, his entire body more relaxed from where Pete had touched him. The bassist was warm against him, a constant heat, reminding Patrick that this was real. The singer pressed his cheek against Pete's hair, his arms wrapping around his shoulders.

For now they fit. They fit together like they used to, back when they would fall asleep together in the van, and then in Patrick's bunk, and every single hotel night while they were a band. They fit together like they were always meant to, simple skeletons holding each other until the end. This end came in the form of the morning.

Patrick carefully pulled away, attempting not to wake his lover, his ex-best-friend. He dressed in darkness, not wanting to see the love bites that Pete had left him.

He didn't know that Pete was awake, of course. He never knew; Pete always watched him get ready, closing his eyes tightly whenever Patrick turned. It always made his throat thick, like he wanted to scream but he couldn't. It was worse when Patrick would come back to kiss his hair or look at him sleep, like he did this morning.