peterick smut//br41n v0m1t

dreams do come true

i dedicate dis 1 2 my bitch @its-a-musi-cal cuz shes rad as hell Pete's a lil simp bitch in this 1

Pete stared endlessly at the top of his bunk, like there was something there that wasn't just darkness. It was Fall Out Boy's first professional tour, with a label and a tour bus. They even were even scheduled to play a stadium, which was mind blowing for a small, punk band from Nowhere, Illinois. Pete was really, really proud of his band's progress, they already had a deal for a third album after Dance, Dance hit number one on the Billboard charts. He couldn't really call Fall Out Boy his band, it was their band. But to every silver lining there is a dark cloud. Pete was stressed. He was oh so very stressed. Writing lyrics used to be a hobby and now it's a job, a job where he has to make all of his personal conflicts weather it be with his mental health or his shitty love life and make it public. Most of the songs were about Patrick, and he knew Patrick would never feel the same or know that the songs were about him.  Depressing, Pete knows. Obsessing over a straight dude is an itch you will never scratch. Obsessing over your straight best friend is even lower. When Pete sleeps, he dreams of all the things he wishes he could do to Patrick. He can think of so many things Patrick could do with his mouth other than singing. 

Right now, Pete can't sleep. Pete usually can't sleep, tonight was no different. But tonight there was something keeping him up. Patrick's bunk was above his, and he could hear him tossing and turning. It had gone on for over a minute, so Pete decided to check up on him. He was worried that Patrick was having a nightmare, which was not common for Patrick. Common for Joe, Pete's pretty sure Andy doesn't dream...or is an actual human, but not common for Patrick. Pete peaks in his bunk to see why he was moving around so much. 

Patrick has none of his sheets or blankets on top of him, he's wearing an oversized teeshirt and in his boxers so Pete doesn't understand why he's sweating so much. The bus has air conditioning, which is an extreme update from the van they used to use that had no heating and no windows, so there's no reason Patrick should be sweating. Even having a nightmare, Patrick looked cute. His strawberry blonde hair was all messy, pale skin blushing heavily. Well, what Pete could barley see, it was pretty dark. Pete debated weather to wake Patrick up or just leave him alone. You aren't supposed to wake up people dreaming...oh wait that's sleep walking. Pete has insomnia, what does he know about sleep? 

"Fuck..." Patrick gasps in his sleep, rolling on his side. Patrick's having a sex dream. Of corse. Pete decides to leave him to his cranial, dreamy fun, until something catches his attention. "Fuck Pete, god..." Pete's eyebrows fly up, his eyes widening. Did he just hear Patrick correctly? Did he just moan his hame during his sex dream? Holy hell. 

"Patrick?" Pete touches his sock, pulling slightly on his foot. It's not the best way to wake someone up, but it ends up working. Patrick springs up, itching his eyes and searching his bunk for his glasses. 

"Pete? Why'd you wake me up? Oh god, is the bus on fire?" Patrick looks around, in a panicked manner. 

"No. You moaned my name." Pete deadpans, staring directly at Patrick's mouth.

"Huh?" Patrick is tired, he had just woken up from alleged sex dream about his best friend.

"You. Moaned. By. Name." Pete states again. "And you're hard." 

"Pete, don't...agh." Usually, this is when Pete would sing 'Rick's Got A Boner, an unreleased Pete Wentz song that's to the tune of We Are The Champions by Queen, but this time, he doesn't. This time, he's the one that caused it. Technically, it was Patrick's sub-conscious, not Pete. "I'm not gay. I like women. Girls."

"I didn't-"

"I had a couple sex dreams about you. Doesn't mean I'm gay." Patrick says, as Pete invites himself into Patrick's bunk. Patrick doesn't protest, Pete's quite cuddly and doesn't take up too much room. On nights they both can't sleep, they share a bunk. He's warm and very funny.