Hiiii here u go @rosariesandruins ! I totally meant to write this in Patrick's pov from the start but I got distracted with Pete lol
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They had been standing in silence, drinking water and putting away their instruments post-show, when Patrick said:
“Dude, you don’t have to, like, molest me on stage every night.”
Pete felt his heart jump in his throat. He looked over at Patrick, sweat drenched and currently shaking out his wet hair.
“What…?” A little too breathlessly shocked. He coughed and began to pull his shirt off over his head. “Man,” and then used it to mop off his face, ”I’m not molesting you…”
Patrick straightened up and looked at him. Hard. Kind of sexy but also really terrifying given the context. His shirt was clinging to his front and his hair hung around his eyes. It was getting so long. Pete had to remind himself to keep his mouth closed, lest he babble or— worse— drool… or something.
“Uh- I dunno dude, it’s kind of a lot.” He had the tone that preceded all their arguments and fistfights and it made Pete swallow thickly but also kind of inappropriately hot all over. Patrick pushed his hair out of his eyes and the revealed glare made that hard-on die immediately.
He tried to play it off. Scoffing, he said: “Dude, I’m just touching you. It’s not like I’m ripping your clothes off or anything…” And wasn’t that an image?
It would have been a great one if Patrick hadn’t curled his lip in disgust. Again, a really fantastic image if Pete’s ears hadn’t begun to burn with shame and embarrassment.
Patrick didn’t say anything else. Just turned away.
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The shared hotel room was a little awkward that night. There were two beds that Pete had hoped to make one, but Patrick was sulking when he walked in and continued to sulk after Pete had a shower. It made him clench his jaw and try to remember a breath exercise. Their relationship was complex— best friends, creative collaborators, occasional fuck buddies…
It wasn’t easily explainable. Not even to himself. If one thing was fact, it was that Pete knew he was in love with him. That he depended on him.
Patrick, on the other hand…
Well, who really knew.
Pete tried to sit and scroll the internet, fiddle with the tv remote, pick up a magazine-- Patrick wasn’t even looking in his direction, head buried in his laptop, probably going through samples. The electric alarm clock on the bedside showed 20 minutes, then 45, and at an hour Pete had been pretending to sleep with a pounding heart when he sat up.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
Patrick grunted when Pete landed next to him on the bed in a casual, nonchalant, and definitely-not-sweating kind of way. Obviously. Pete grinned at him and Patrick glowered before quickly turning back to his laptop screen.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
Pete hummed. “Nothin’. Wanted t’ see what you were up to.” He rolled over and intentionally pressed himself against Patrick’s side. “Can I see?”
“I guess.” Patrick didn’t move as Pete propped his head on his shoulder. He was tense, but he wasn’t angry. At least, he wasn’t biting Pete’s head off, so there was definite wiggle room to smooth this over. Pete took his hand and slithered it around the back of Patrick’s shoulders.
Finally, Patrick looked at him. Pete grinned, a little shyer now. “Heya, Trick…”
Patrick sighed deeply. His resolve held until Pete cupped his face. He leaned into it and with one blink his expression had softened. “Hey…”
Pete let his thumb rub against his cheekbone for a minute before leaning in. The kiss was unusually sweet for a moment before Patrick grabbed his chin and pushed his tongue into his mouth. Pete moaned, slightly performative, and swung a leg over to put himself in his lap.
He couldn’t stand to have Patrick mad at him. It made him want to choke himself out, or hit himself with a tyre iron. Some would call it codependent, he called it love. Reverence. Both could be true, anyway.
Patrick huffed as Pete peppered kisses against his neck and worried bits of skin between his teeth. It was his best apology and they both knew it. He leaned back, smirking, and Patrick was watching with a look Pete couldn’t make out. He hadn’t seen it before.
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Yeah, okay, he was pissed off before but it was really hard to say no to Pete when he was sitting on his lap with that stupid grin and coyly lifting his shirt over his head, wiggling his hips against his bulge. Patrick bit the inside of his lip as each inch of inked skin was exposed and he had his hands on him before Pete could toss the shirt away.
Pete laughed, sweetly and with what Patrick thought was a tinge of relief. It was hard to remember why he had been mad. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Pete touching him, it just…
He lost his train of thought as he pushed Pete backwards so he could hover over top of him. Pete laughed again and wiggled his eyebrows. “Havin’ fun?”
‘Yes. You’re fun’. “Shut up,” he said instead and devoured his face once more.
It was hard to focus on Pete’s cute little sighs and moans. His thoughts were racing.
The touching, the rubbing, the kind of moaning in his ear during concerts... It was hard to point out what was grating on his nerves, making him defensive and annoyed.
When he looked down at the man he considered a friend and a friend only, studied the curve of his lips and the light reflecting off his eyes... He swallowed. Hard.
Was he really that kind of guy?
In the dark when they were finished, Pete whispered “I love you”, as he always did. Patrick let him. As he always let him.
And he said “I know,” as he always said. Something else lingered on the tip of his tongue.
i saw your reblog and ngl watching top gun again the other week had me lowkeying thinking about p2 going on and on about mav and goose. like i know i reblogged a bunch of things about goosemav (my otppppp) and how their relationship is the thread running through both movies and how when i left the theater the kids aren't alright came on my car and jesus idk but there's something so crazy about comparing each other's as goose and mav but always thinking the other is mav and they're goose (the sacrificial figure for the other that gets immortalized vs the guy who puts on the mask but is secretly hurting and can't move on with his life bc he's missing his other half) and the stuck in the jet wash of it all (the thing that killed goose!!!) and truly idk where im going with this besides there's something insane about this
also that i wanna ask p2 what they thought of top gun maverick
Daeluin! I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to, life got buuuuussyyyyy. I'm going to preface this by saying I have not seen top gun maverick but I have been enjoying your various reblogs of it! And I neeeeeed to watch it now.
Yea YEA the top gun p2 stuff is so crazy from so many angles and it is one of their top p2....things.....imo.
First off we knoooow connecting via 80s movie quotes is one of their love languages and the fact they pick top gun which famously blurs the lines of platonic and romantic love (at least as much as one could with a movie on the 80s). Then the sheer prevalence of making top gun references starting late ioh and all through folie. From Patrick playing the theme song on stage while they killed time and Pete quoting the "carnal knowledge of a woman" scene which is, SCREAM, very gay!
And then THEN for Patrick to quote THAT line at Pete's wedding is honestly completely insane, especially when they both thought they were sacrificing themselves for the other....Patrick feeling like he was losing Pete and needed to let him go versus Pete feeling like he had to marry Ashlee given, well the circumstances. It's really like omg you can't make shit this fatalist and poetic up, they were just fucking doing it! Not to mention the similarities to Romeo and Juliet and *gestures wildly* everything with that.
AND the kids aren't alright the cherry on top of the whole thing. The way ab/ap is clearly THEE reflection on the hiatus album and Pete basically said so himself in interviews . He could have left things more ambiguous and open to interpretation but using the "stuck in the jet wash" line postH when they were constantly saying "ice fire or clear" to each other preH is crazy. PreH it was very, fire or clear, what are you going to do, make a decision, hurry there isn't time, we're going to die if you don't decide. Fire or clear, you can only choose one, choose wisely. And then using stuck in the jet wash in postH, saying, yea I really lost you during that time, I made the wrong move and I thought I'd lost you forever. When you look at the p2 timeline framed within the plot and implications of their use of those key phrases it's truly wow and speaks SO clearly to their emotions. Using 'stuck in the jet wash' is the definitive clear through line linking ab/ap to folie and the hiatus and everything p2 went through together, the smoking gun.
Like one of my favorite Pete quotes referencing the ladybird movie "oh man I didn't hide anywhere". Pete never really hides himself well in his lyrics when you know where to look.
I still can’t believe I’ve never seen this before, but here it is. Every major vocal part Pete Wentz has in the entire Fall Out Boy studio discography.
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