Wake Me Up Before You Go (patrick/pete)
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sharon_hate
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: These are fictional events.
Notes: Prompt given were little brothers, limitations, and thugs. 300 words.
Pete and Patrick spend the afternoon in a McDonalds playpen, overlooking all the horrible little children. Or something.
“I’ve never wanted you more,” Patrick announces with eyes a shade darker. Pete might be hallucinating, though. Its 116 degrees in Happy McPlaypendeathtrap (fry stink not helping).
“Eh?” He questions, sucking on the small coke.
“No, seriously.”
There are children (one of which belongs to Pete. Grr, siblings…) running around the plastic fortresses and shrieking, like pygmies. Only pygmies probably have rules, and are maybe less cruel.
But back to the current situation: There are children about. This is hardly the place for Patrick to leap across the table, wrap his legs around Pete’s waist, and run his strong hands all over his chest, demanding entrance into his mouth…
…Pete has decency! It might be lax, but it’s there, in the form of 16 year-old Karen in the McDonalds uniform, who politely reminded him, Sir, we only allow three refills.
“What brought all this want on?” He smirks, chewing on his lower lip. Public-sexing is wrong, not public-flirting. Wrong seems harsh, though. Inappropriate?
“The way you handled that kid bullying Andrew,” Patrick smiled coyly. “You were so… authoritative. Strong.”
The bully was 11 years-old, but far be it from Pete to ruin Patrick’s vision of him.
“What can I say? I grew up on the streets,” Pete shrugs, slurping the rest of the coke out of the paper cup. He frowns, there’s only ice left and this was his last refill. He doesn’t want to risk it and have Karen frown disapprovingly. “Thug-life, ya know?”
Patrick laughs lowly.
“You think Andrew’s done playing?” Pete likes where this is going.
“He’s like, 10! He’s getting too old for this shit anyway.” A mother tuts at him softly. Pete quickly apologizes for his poor language. He turns around and Patrick grins widely at him.
“I think I like this you better.”
Author:
sharon_hateRated: PG-13
Disclaimer: These are fictional events.
Notes: Prompt given were little brothers, limitations, and thugs. 300 words.
Pete and Patrick spend the afternoon in a McDonalds playpen, overlooking all the horrible little children. Or something.
“I’ve never wanted you more,” Patrick announces with eyes a shade darker. Pete might be hallucinating, though. Its 116 degrees in Happy McPlaypendeathtrap (fry stink not helping).
“Eh?” He questions, sucking on the small coke.
“No, seriously.”
There are children (one of which belongs to Pete. Grr, siblings…) running around the plastic fortresses and shrieking, like pygmies. Only pygmies probably have rules, and are maybe less cruel.
But back to the current situation: There are children about. This is hardly the place for Patrick to leap across the table, wrap his legs around Pete’s waist, and run his strong hands all over his chest, demanding entrance into his mouth…
…Pete has decency! It might be lax, but it’s there, in the form of 16 year-old Karen in the McDonalds uniform, who politely reminded him, Sir, we only allow three refills.
“What brought all this want on?” He smirks, chewing on his lower lip. Public-sexing is wrong, not public-flirting. Wrong seems harsh, though. Inappropriate?
“The way you handled that kid bullying Andrew,” Patrick smiled coyly. “You were so… authoritative. Strong.”
The bully was 11 years-old, but far be it from Pete to ruin Patrick’s vision of him.
“What can I say? I grew up on the streets,” Pete shrugs, slurping the rest of the coke out of the paper cup. He frowns, there’s only ice left and this was his last refill. He doesn’t want to risk it and have Karen frown disapprovingly. “Thug-life, ya know?”
Patrick laughs lowly.
“You think Andrew’s done playing?” Pete likes where this is going.
“He’s like, 10! He’s getting too old for this shit anyway.” A mother tuts at him softly. Pete quickly apologizes for his poor language. He turns around and Patrick grins widely at him.
“I think I like this you better.”
