Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Patrick P.O.V.

I woke up cuddling my pillow and with an extremely sore ass and wrists. “Why do my… Oh fuck. Pete? Peter Bear are you here?” I jumped out of bed and quickly pulled on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a watch. Then I went out searching the house. “Pete? Are you here?” I got out to the living room and looked around in amazement. Not only had it been picked up, it had been dusted, vacuumed and the windows had been washed. I walked to the kitchen. It, too, was spotless. The dishes were all done and put away. The counters had been wiped down, and everything was clean and put away. I stood there with my mouth hanging open. “You’re going to attract flies that way, and I’ve been working way too fucking long for you to mess anything up.” I turned around to find Pete standing in the hallway, grinning at me. “How long did they have you on hold for?” “Who’s that Moonbeam?” “The maid service. You said you’d been working too long. So how long were you on hold?” “What the… I didn’t hire a fucking maid service! I was awake at the fucking crack of dawn and have been cleaning this place with my own two hands! Maid service my ass. No maid could do this good o’ work. Besides, I don’t need to take a chance on some fan girl getting sent and have her find you naked on the bed and me just hanging around the house. Because that’s just what the world needs, one more gay rumor and another… what do they call ‘em? Oh yea, another fucking Peterick story. Give me a little fucking credit Patrick!” I chuckled and walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I hadn’t meant to get him upset like this, although he was awfully cute. “You are so damn adorable when you get all worked up like this.” I kissed his lips to calm him down a bit. “Coco Puffs for breakfast, huh?” He blushed. “You are almost irresistible right now.” “I did this all for you. You know that right? I wanted you to get some rest after what I did. So since I was awake anyway, I just let you sleep while I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and…” He let out a giant yawn. “...cleaned. Oh, I packed your shit up too.” I pushed him into the wall, kissing his neck and chest. “Completely irresistible now,” I mumbled between kisses. Pete let out a moan as I pushed myself against him. “Some of the sexiest things you do are the ones completely against your nature… like cleaning.” I leaned up, kissing him deep and forcefully. He let out another moan. “Oh fuck Trick.” I started running my hands down his body until I was cupping him. “Trick, I JUST cleaned everything!” I stuck my hand down his pants and grabbed his cock, and shook my head. “Not everything. The bed’s still…”

BANG BANG BANG

Pete and I both jumped when we heard the pounding on the door. I looked down at my watch. “Shit.” Pete grabbed my wrist and looked at my watch too. “Trick, you done cleaning? You’d better be. We gotta go,” Joe yelled from the other side of the door. “Please tell us Wentz is in there too. Otherwise we have a citywide manhunt to do.” Pete’s eyes grew big. “Fuck,” he mouthed. I leaned into his ear and whispered, “Go get into your sleeping attire and crawl into bed. Pretend to be asleep, and don’t giggle when we come in to wake you up.” He nodded and bolted for my bedroom. I threw on my dishwashing gloves and ran back to the door and opened it. “Morning guys. I was just finishing up a few last minute details. Oh, and yes he’s here. He’s passed out on the bed. I made him do some manual labor yesterday.” They both laughed. “Well, let’s go get his ass up and get this show on the road.” I pulled off the gloves and followed Joe and Andy into my bedroom, praying Pete would be inconspicuous. “Yo Wentz, wake your lazy ass up. We gotta go!” Joe picked up a shirt and threw it at Pete’s head. “WAKE UP!” I walked to the other side of the bed. Son of a bitch. He’s actually asleep. I started poking his forehead continuously until smacked my hand away. “Stop it, asshole!” He opened his eyes and stared at me, horrified. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean….” “Pete, it’s time to wake up and get to the bus. Joe and Andy are here. Let’s go.” Pete turned over and stared at them. “Oh… HEY! What’s up?” Joe pointed. “Apparently Pete’s morning wood. Get dressed and let’s go!” I laughed as Pete’s entire upper half turned bright red. He got up out of bed, threw some clothes on, and followed Joe and Andy. I tried containing my laughter, but it didn’t work. “See, now you’re an asshole. This is all your fault,” he hissed, pointing down. “Well, I did warn you.” Pete’s jaw dropped. “You knew?” I nodded. “That’s right. Now maybe you’ll learn to listen to me!”

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24 hours on a bus and several hours of rehearsals later, I still had my mind on Pete and mine’s night together. I’d dreamt about it. Now, here it was a couple hours before show time and I was trying to clear my mind of it all. I’d never had this problem before. I’d just think about the music or go play the drums for awhile and my mind would be clear and free. But today it was different. He was engraved into my mind. I had to find a way to shake these thoughts. “Yo, Trick. You alright? You’ve been acting a bit weird ever since we got on the bus. Do you need to talk… or something?” I looked up at Andy. He was trying to be a good friend. But I couldn’t tell him. “Nah, I’m good. I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now. New tour jitters probably. I’ll be good in awhile.” “Well, if you need them, the drums are all yours for awhile.” I smiled at him. “Thanks. It’s much appreciated.” I paced around backstage for awhile until I found an empty room with a couch. I laid down and closed my eyes. “I’ve gotta stop thinking about it.” “Stop thinking about what Trick?” I jumped at Joe’s voice. “Yea, I’m here to check on you too. I’m probably the last one, as always, but you’re acting weird Trick.” I smiled. “I’m psyching myself out a bit, that’s all. I haven’t seen a crowd in awhile, and I heard it’s a HUGE crowd tonight.” Joe stared at me and nodded. I don’t think he believed me, though. “Alright, well try to shake it off. We gotta get this show going pretty soon.” I nodded.

After Joe had been gone a few minutes, I closed my eyes and threw myself back onto the couch. “FUCK ME!” “Alright Moonbeam, whatever you say. But we gotta make it quick. Otherwise we’ll be late and people will find us naked and sweaty together.” I opened my eyes and turned to face Pete. I couldn’t help but smile. He looked so adorable. It was very tempting to just fuck him right here. “That’s alright sugar. I’m good.” He looked at me with concerned eyes. “What’s wrong Moonbeam? You’re acting strange even for you on opening night.” “I swear if ONE more person asks me what the fuck is wrong with me, I am going to scream!” Pete winced and frowned. “OK, I won’t ask anymore. Consider the subject dropped.” I propped myself up on one arm and pulled Pete in for a kiss with the other. He pulled back and beamed at me. “You’ve never done that backstage before. What was that for Moonbeam?” I smiled. “Just for being you.” I looked down at my watch. “It’s close to show time. Let’s head towards the stage.” Pete nuzzled my head and nodded. Everything will be alright Patrick. The crowd will make you forget. I kept repeating to myself.