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FOB: Patrick/Pete -- Words Unspoken By Me
Happy birthday, duoshinigami. You're a wonderful person, and I hope this is a little like you wanted.

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Beta read by ephemera_pop. Any remaining mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Hours of driving and they finally pull over, parking up on a dirt road that skirts endless fields.

Behind, Joe and Andy sleep on the floor, tucked small and close, Joe's bare feet against a pile of boxes, Andy's glasses hanging from one ear. As soon as they stop, Patrick uncurls his fingers from the steering wheel and shoulders open the van door.

Pete follows him.

Of course.

They walk off the stiffness, stumble to the field of corn that ripples like an ocean, the sweat that's pooled at the small of Patrick's back cooling in the breeze.

Eventually, when easy silence has eased travel-fueled frustrations, they walk back, sit close to the van, lie in the brittle grass and the ground is hard under Patrick's thighs. He can feel stones digging in but he doesn't move. Just listens to the sound of crickets, looks up at the night sky. Pete is lying close by, his hand an anchor. A solid point of contact against Patrick's side.

"You should get inked," Pete says, unexpectedly.

Patrick shrugs, keeps looking up at the stars. "Maybe."

"I'd help you pick," Pete says. "Something meaningful."

"Right," Patrick says. He shifts a little, winces as something digs painfully into his hip. He imagines being tattooed, thorns across his chest, a cross on his shoulder, words scrawled across his back. Black ink against pudgy pale flesh.

"Don't," Pete says. He moves his hand, curls his fingers under the hem of Patrick's t-shirt.

"I'm not," Patrick says, knowing what Pete's thinking, but he's too tired, too worn down for another round of protests about perceived self image. He tracks constellations, sighs softly at the feel of Pete's hand, calloused fingers and warm skin pressed against Patrick's stomach. "I'm not you."

"I know that."

Patrick looks from the stars to Pete. He's propped up on one elbow, a wash of grey and shadows, watching his own hand as he increases the pressure, fingertips digging into Patrick's skin. Patrick looks back at the stars, his attention thrown outwards, distracting himself from the intensity of Pete's attention.

"Maybe a star," Pete says. He eases off the pressure, moves his fingers a fraction of an inch, argues with himself within seconds. "No, you need something to signify how brilliant you are, a star's not enough. A super nova's not enough."

"I'm not really a star person." Grass tickles his side, and Patrick grabs hold and pulls. He lets the blades drop to the ground. "I'm not a tattoo person at all, really."

And he's not. It's Pete that's the frontman, needing and demanding attention. Patrick's content to lead from behind.

"You just need to find the right one." Pete's hand moves again, tracing patterns on Patrick's skin. He stills suddenly, his fingers tense, and Patrick can feel as the idea takes hold, blooming as Pete surges to his feet. "I'll show you."

He goes to the van, and there are scrabbling noises, flutters of pages and then Pete's back, straddling Patrick's thighs. It's a casual intimacy that months before would have left Patrick floundering and red-faced. Tonight it's just Pete. Pete who's smiling wide, his happiness obvious as he gets caught up in this latest plan.

Patrick looks and can't help but smile in return.

"I thought, a comet. Brilliance brought to earth." Pete holds up a Sharpie, licks along his bottom lip, pushes up Patrick's t-shirt until it's rucked around his chest.

Patrick feels exposed, stripped back and on display, but it's only Pete. Pete who looks like he's seeing something wondrous, his attention rapt as he carefully draws. It tickles. Ink and pressure and the heat of Pete's touch. Patrick looks along the line of his body, neck tilted at an awkward angle as he watches the design appear. A crude comet. Its star-trailed tail. Streaking over the swell of his belly, the body on his ribs.

"Or something representing us, the band."

Patrick's expecting their logo or something obvious like musical notes, but Pete's chewing on his lip as he entwines his fingers with Patrick's lifting up his hand. Slowly, Pete begins to write, the words blocked from elbow to wrist A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.

"You all sing for me," Pete says. He squeezes Patrick's hand, then grins. "Just some of you sound better than others."

"True, thankfully you're good at other things." Patrick grins in return and turns his arm so he can see better. Black words that feel etched into his skin.

"I am a fantastic singer," Pete says. The seriousness of his statement belayed by the curve of his mouth. He squeezes Patrick's hand again, brings it to his lips and kisses their joined fingers. "No more distractions." He taps the end of Patrick's nose with the Sharpie then settles back, accessing Patrick's exposed body.

Fingers curled, Patrick rests his hand on the grass and resists the urge to grab his t-shirt and tug it back into place. He listens to Joe's snores, mentally goes through the contents of his bag, the t-shirts that can be used again, the ones that are a lost cause.

All the while Pete sits, motionless, caught in his own thoughts.

"This one represents you." Pete leans forward suddenly, weight shifting, making Patrick bite back an involuntary verbal response. He jumps at the first touch of the pen nib against his chest, but this time he doesn't watch. Just breathes and waits until finally, when Patrick's skin seems thick with ink, hot from each new touch, Pete sits back and says, "look."

Patrick does. There's a fantasy-style castle, a mountain range, a dragon flying with wings outstretched, one of Patrick's nipples used as an eye. It seems simplified for Pete, who tends to think in concepts and hidden meanings. Patrick runs his fingers over the dragon, tracing its fiery breath. "My temper, yes?"

Pete frowns and shakes his head. "You've got it the wrong way round." He points at the castle, and it's only then, when Patrick cranes his neck, that he sees someone in one of the windows. A small face, its smile wide. "You're in the castle, safe."

"And you're the dragon I suppose." Frustrated, Patrick sits up fully. He grabs the Sharpie, brandishing it at Pete. "I don't need to be kept safe. Tugging off his t-shirt, Patrick throws it to one side. "To put it in ways you apparently understand. This is you," he says, and then draws a simple heart over his own. "Get it?"

Pete leans in close, presses a kiss over the heart, and when he looks up, he says simply, "Yes."


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llamabitchyo From: llamabitchyo Date: September 9th, 2008 04:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
Aww, sweet. ♥

And the drawing on each other. Mmm, so sexy without really being about sex at all. :)

"I thought, a comet. Brilliance brought to earth."

And that line is so awesome.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: September 9th, 2008 04:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
Apparently I'm all about schmoop today.

Thank you so much for reading and commenting ♥
llamabitchyo From: llamabitchyo Date: September 9th, 2008 05:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
Dude, I should have been like those crazy comment posts, and said "FIRST!!!1! OMG! Woot! First to comment on Terri's newest fic! I rock!!!"

turps33 From: turps33 Date: September 9th, 2008 05:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
It'll be a cold day in hell before I'm popular enough for people to have that reaction.

But, I have seen the cool kids offering first comment cookies, so you want? ;)
llamabitchyo From: llamabitchyo Date: September 9th, 2008 05:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
You mean you aren't one of the cool kids? Could've sworn you were!

(Great icon!)

Sure, I want cookies! ;)
From: turlough Date: September 9th, 2008 08:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
This is lovely! So quiet and thoughtful and I love the contrast between Patrick and Pete.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: September 10th, 2008 09:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you!

You know how nervous I was about writing this, but I like how it turned out. So I'm glad you like it too ♥
duoshinigami From: duoshinigami Date: September 9th, 2008 09:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hold on. This might take a moment because my heart has exploded all over the room and I need to go collect all the pieces to keep living.

Terri! oh my god! If this could be anymore perfect it- No. This was just all sort of fucking perfect! Like, blow my mind and knock my unconcious perfect! I give you a pairing and write your way into my heart! Jesus, I love this.

I freaking LOVE this.

Pete and Patrick interacting is like...just one of my favorite things ever. And here it is! And you wrote it! And it's for me and you have no idea how much that means!

The dialogue in this is just fantastic. I love the way that Patrick just puts up with Pete, but how he also kind of enjoys it, embraces it just a little but doesn't quite encourage Pete. I love the mention of how Patrick would have been flustered and blushed if it had been a few months earlier. Blushy Patrick is just too adorable! And Pete straddling patrick's thigh is just...okay, patrick's thighs...that's a kink in its own right, but Pete straddling it, helltotheyes.

Can I also like to say how much I love that you mentioned Patrick's temper? I love patrick's sweet nature but I think people so often forget that he's got a bit of a mean streak, and I love that about him! And I love that Pete pushes his buttons. And I think you just captured them so perfectly in this. And I love the way you have Pete talk about Patrick to Patrick. Just telling him to his face about how great he is, because we know Pete does it, and we know Patrick doesn't buy into it, and I love that! Love that you wrote about it!

And when he writes the message on Patrick's hand...How perfect is that? So perfect. Terri! So amazingly perfect! My heart is just singing right now and this is definitely one of my fave Pete/patrick's things I have ever read!

You made this such a great birthday and I love this and I love you and I'm so lucky to have a friend like you :D

turps33 From: turps33 Date: September 10th, 2008 09:27 am (UTC) (Link)
You are the best ever!

I'm thrilled you liked it. I must admit, I was thrown a little when you asked for FOB because they're a band I've only written in passing. Plus, it's you, and I wanted something you'd actually like.

I have to agree about Patrick's thighs too. I mean, who wouldn't want to straddle those?

Thank you, honey! ♥
clumsygyrl From: clumsygyrl Date: September 9th, 2008 09:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
look how my tattoo and sharpie kink come into play with this.

yet oddly sweet and awwwww-worthy.

turps33 From: turps33 Date: September 10th, 2008 09:29 am (UTC) (Link)
kinks and sweetness in one. A nice combination I feel.

I'm glad you liked because I always get nervous attempting something new. So, thank you <3
frausorge From: frausorge Date: September 10th, 2008 04:40 am (UTC) (Link)
N'AWWWW. I love the idea of Patrick coming around to communicating with Pete on terms Pete will get.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: September 10th, 2008 09:30 am (UTC) (Link)
Patrick is a smart guy, he knows how to get through to Pete.

Thank you so much ♥
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turps33 From: turps33 Date: September 10th, 2008 07:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
You're such a star for reading. One of the bright ones that Pete and Patrick are looking at.

I'm so glad you liked, thank you :)
cynthia_arrow From: cynthia_arrow Date: September 10th, 2008 04:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
This was lovely, such a calm, kind of dreamy, intimate story. Thanks for sharing it. :)
turps33 From: turps33 Date: September 10th, 2008 07:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you :)

It was that kind of atmosphere I was going for. So I'm glad it worked for you.
ohfreckle From: ohfreckle Date: September 12th, 2008 10:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love the initmate feeling, and your quiet way of telling this story. Beautiful, thank you.
turps33 From: turps33 Date: September 16th, 2008 09:15 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm so glad you enjoyed. Thank you for letting me know <3
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