CATEGORY: Fluff
FEATURING: mature!Patrick and childish!Pete
TRIGGER WARNINGS: None
PROMPT: You should never, ever, leave Pete Wentz unchecked, especially if you have to live on the same tour bus as him.
WORD COUNT: Approximately 800 

Patrick hummed lightly, his hands in his pockets as he strolled towards the Fall Out Boy tour bus. He and the rest of the band had been touring to promote their new album, and they had all been really worn out. Andy had suggested that they all split up for a day, and take their day off to go have some fun or get some rest. Everyone else agreed with Andy's plan, and after eating breakfast, they split off.

The fedora-clad lead singer was feeling refreshed. He'd gotten his hair trimmed, called his mom, eaten some health food, visited the library, and gone for a stroll around a nearby park. Considering he'd spent weeks living in a cramped tour bus, eating junk food, and only moving around when they had a show, Patrick was feeling much better now.

It was time to get back to work, though. Patrick often felt inspired on tour, and he had been tampering with some chords and lyrics over the past few days. He wanted to work on them further, talk to Pete and see if anything more could come from his ideas.

Patrick fumbled briefly with his key to the tour bus, but he was able to get it into the lock and step inside.

The bus was always at least a little messy, but Patrick was startled to find that it looked absolutely wrecked. There was junk food wrappers all over the floor, and empty beer and soda cans as well. One of the pillows from the couch had been torn up, littering the bus with stuffing, and the curtain sheltering Joe's bunk had been torn and shredded.

Most surprising of all was a small brown and white bulldog puppy, chewing vigorously on an article of clothing that look suspiciously like one of Patrick's hoodies.

Patrick had been worried that someone had broken in and trashed the bus at first, but after seeing the puppy, he knew only one person could be behind all this chaos.

After carefully looking around the bus, Patrick found the culprit asleep in the empty bathtub, fully clothed, with a half-empty bag of Cheetos in his hand.

"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the Third!" 

Pete, the man in question, woke up with a start, blinking harshly. The confused look on his face disappeared when he saw his bandmate, and he relaxed into the tub again. "Hey, 'Trick."

"Don't 'hey, 'trick' me." Patrick snatched the bag of Cheetos from Pete and put them on the counter. "Did you make this mess?"

"Hemingway did."

"Hemingway?"

Pete grinned from ear to ear. "Yeah, that's our new dog."

As if he knew he was being spoken about, the puppy himself trotted into the room, a piece of Patrick's hoodie still in his mouth. He dropped the fabric and started wagging his stubby tail when he saw Pete, and he happily approached him. Pete lazily hung an arm over the side of the tub to pet Hemingway.

"So you're telling me the dog drank all those beers and ate all that junk food?" Patrick nudged an empty can with his foot for emphasis.

"He got in the trash, I think." Pete rubbed the puppy's ears.

Patrick huffed, putting his hands on his hips. "You can't have a puppy on tour, Pete. Look at this mess! He's clearly not trained."

"We can train him!"

"What do you mean, we?"

Pete lifted his hand from the puppy's head to show off the gold band on his ring finger. "We've been married for almost a year, 'Trick. I thought it was high time we got a dog. Think of it this way; it's practice for when we have kids."

Patrick just rolled his eyes. "Except usually when a couple decides to have a baby, one of the people in the relationship doesn't just adopt the baby without even asking his husband if he wants one."

"I wanted to make it a surprise," Pete protested. Hemingway, seemingly satisfied by attention from Pete, approached Patrick, sniffing all over his shoes and pawing at his pang leg. Patrick didn't want to admit it, but he really was a cute dog.

"He chewed up my sweatshirt," Patrick grumbled.

Pete climbed up out of the bathtub and wrapped his arms around Patrick in a hug. "You can borrow one of mine," he coaxed. "Come on, it'll be fun! We can train him, and take him on walks, and raise him as our dog child. Please, 'Trick?"

It was at this point that Pete pulled back from the hug. His eyes widened, and he pouted his lips, looking almost mournfully at Patrick. He was giving his husband what Joe and Andy both described as 'the puppy dog eyes'.

Patrick could never resist the puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh, fine!" Patrick crouched down to pet Hemingway for the first time, trying to hold back the smile that kept trying to make its way onto his face. "But you're cleaning up this mess."