welcome to the oneshot u never asked for.

Four times Pete and Patrick had a one night stand, and one time they didn't.

(( obvious smut warning ))

1.  Okay, so Pete's been living here in a -- very nice, very large -- apartment with some guy he had like two classes with his sophomore year in college for about three weeks. He's just got all of his stuff unpacked and is getting used to things when there's a knock on the door at two in the morning.

He knows Kevin, the roommate, is probably asleep - he usually is by this time. So he pads down the hall to the doorway and rubs a hand across his face before opening the door.

Pete is faced by a guy whose face he can't see because it's so dark. When he flips on the front porch light, his eyes widen. Patrick Stump is standing at his door. "You're.." He manages, pointing at Patrick.

"You're the roommate. I'm Kevin's little brother. I wanted to surprise him earlier, but my flight got delayed. I'm sure he's asleep now?" Those are the first words he's ever heard Patrick speak in person.

"I'm, um, you're, wow." Pete says, swallowing after every word. Patrick raises his eyebrows, offering a hand out to Pete.

"Patrick Stump, but I'm guessing you knew that already?" He asks, and Pete nods, still not trusting his voice. "So can I come in, or do you want to see my 'Kevin is my fav' tattoo or what?" Really, Pete should know he's joking.

"You have a tattoo?" Pete asks anyways. Patrick huffs and drops his head, laughing quietly.

"No, I don't. But I have pictures of me and Kevin and Megan if you want to see them." Patrick says, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. Pete quickly shakes his head.

"No, it's okay." Because seriously, Patrick Stump is on his front porch. If he plans to rob Pete and his roommate, so be it. Plus, it would make for an awesome story.

He steps to the side and lets Patrick through, very pointedly not staring at Patrick's ass when he walks in, guitar case in one hand and duffle bag in the other. "So, what's your name?" Patrick asks, sinking down onto the couch after setting his things down.

Pete follows, sitting maybe closer than he should. "Pete Wentz, but you can call me whatever you want."

"See, if I knew you wouldn't take me so damn seriously, I'd say something like, 'can I call you mine?' because contrary to all of those gossip columns, I'm smooth as hell." Patrick says, and Pete's eyes widen as he laughs. "You liked that one?"

"Hot guy semi-hits on me. Of course I like it." Pete says, and Patrick just shakes his head.

"So, can I use your bathroom? I'm sure Kevin wouldn't mind me using his but he told me he hasn't been getting a lot of sleep lately, and if he's asleep, I don't want to risk waking him up." Patrick explains, and an idea pops into Pete's head as he nods.

"Sure, right this way." He leads Patrick to the bathroom, making sure his bag is left in the living room. "Go ahead, there should be enough hot water for you."

Pete smirks when he hears the water cut on and Patrick singing in the shower. He fell right into Pete's trap by leaving his clothes in the living room and showering in Pete's room.

As the water cuts off, Pete plans it perfectly, making sure his sweats are hanging low and off of his hips as he pulls his shirt over his head right as Patrick walks out with just a towel around his waist. Patrick's eyes widen as he looks Pete up and down.

"I, uh," the singer pauses to lick his lips, forcing his gaze up to Pete's face. "I left my bag in the living room." Pete smirks. Now that he knows Patrick is definitely interested in him, there's no reason to act like he doesn't want Patrick.

"Do you really need it?" Pete asks, throwing his shirt over his shoulder and stepping closer. Patrick's eyes go dark, and he bites his lip when Pete takes another step towards him.

"I guess not?" Patrick says, but it's more of a question. Pete steps even closer, his hand sliding to where the towel is hooked. "Unless you're planning to touch my dick at some point tonight, I wouldn't do that."

"Oh I definitely am." Pete says before leaning in and connecting their lips and making Patrick's towel fall.

Almost immediately, it's clear to Pete which role he'll be taking as Patrick grips his hips hard and slides one of his hands around to slip under the fabric of his sweats to grab Pete's ass. Patrick pushes Pete backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. Pete falls down, and Patrick straddles him.

Patrick, who is completely naked, stills for a moment. Pete looks up about a good thirty seconds later to find Patrick staring at the poster on his wall. "That's. That is my face. On your wall." Patrick says, taking a deep breath. "I'm probably making a really big mistake right now, aren't I?" He asks, looking back down at Pete, who shrugs.

"Does it really matter?" Pete's hand slips to Patrick's cock, and the latter groans in return.

"Guess not." He says, leaning back down and connecting their lips.

2. The morning following their first hookup, they just pretended nothing had happened. Patrick left the next night -- after spending that day with his brother -- and Kevin never found out anything. All was good.

Pete couldn't exactly tell people that he got to have the lead singer of one of the most popular pop punk bands in the world's dick up his ass, but it happened. It totally did.

And it could happen again tonight if Pete plays his cards right. Patrick's band is playing in L.A. tonight, about twenty minutes from Pete and Kevin's apartment. Which means Patrick will be staying with them tonight.

The show -- as every one of them usually is -- is fucking amazing. Pete's never seen them live before, and having one third of the band go to his own apartment afterwards makes the night even better.

As they arrive at the apartment at one thirty in the morning, Kevin has to take a piss and change clothes, so Patrick and Pete are left in the kitchen by themselves. Patrick is leaning against the sink across from Pete, who is sitting on top of the counter.

"You, uh. You're really good at.. singing." Pete says awkwardly, and Patrick smiles at him, walking closer.

"Yeah?" He asks, face extremely close to Pete's. So close that Pete can smell the alcohol from the shots he took before the show on his breath.

"Yeah." Pete confirms. One of Patrick's hands finds Pete's hip, and the singer nudges Pete's legs apart so he can stand in between them.

"I'm really good at other things too." Patrick says, leaning forward to suck on Pete's neck. "You should let me remind you just how talented I am." Patrick's other hand finds Pete's lower back, where he slips his hand under Pete's t-shirt.

"Hey, guys," Kevin comes in the kitchen, luckily looking down at his phone. Patrick shoots away from Pete as quickly as he can, a smirk still playing on his attractive features.

"Hey, big brother." Patrick says, walking to the fridge and getting a bottle of water out. Which is good because apparently he's fucking crazy when he's drunk. Pete has no doubt in his mind that Kevin would one, kick him out if he knew about what happened between him and Patrick and two, kick his fucking ass if he knew Pete was macking on his little brother.

"Let's go watch a movie." Kevin suggests, walking to the living room, leaving Pete and Patrick behind.

Pete goes to hop down from the counter, but he can't because Patrick appears right in front of him again. "Wanna fuck around a little?" Patrick asks, smirking at Pete after biting his lip.

"Now?" Pete whispers harshly at Patrick, who just shrugs, still smirking.

"Why not? You're hot, I'm hot, I'm buzzed to hell and back, and I'm horny as fuck." Patrick whispers, his gaze dropping to Pete's lips. He swipes a thumb across Pete's bottom lip before kissing Pete more gently than expected.

"Your brother is right in the other room, Patrick." Pete breathes against Patrick's cheek as they pull away.

"That'll make it more fun." Patrick smiles, making Pete almost give in just because he looks so beautiful.

"This is such a bad idea." Pete says, but he lets Patrick kiss him again anyways, and when a tongue that isn't his own finds its way into Pete's mouth, he can barely contain a groan that surely would've alerted Kevin.

Patrick moves his hands to under Pete's thighs and picks him up, moving to the wall closest to the living room so they're out of Kevin's view. "Fuck, you're so hot. You're so fucking pretty." Patrick mumbles, using the wall to his advantage and slamming Pete back against it.

"Guys, are you okay in there?" Kevin asks, obviously confused. Patrick calmly - which is impressive for the state of mind he's in right now - shoves two fingers in Pete's mouth. mumbling 'Suck,' before he answers Kevin.

"Great, we'll be in there in a second. Why don't you go pick out a movie?" Patrick proposes, and when Kevin just hums in agreement, Patrick turns his attention back to Pete. "You should be sucking my dick, you know that?" Pete moans around Patrick's fingers, and the latter smirks, putting Pete back on the ground and guiding him to around the counter, pressing him into it. "You want that?"

"Yes, fuck, please." Pete mumbles, switching their positions and dropping to his knees. He pulls Patrick's tight jeans down to his thighs because he's too impatient to get them down any further, happily finding that he's wearing no underwear. "You've been going commando this entire time?"

"What?" Patrick asks, obviously confused. He looks down and makes an 'O' shape with his mouth, nodding. "Bro, skinny jeans and boxers don't mix." Patrick shrugs, and Pete just nods, slipping a hand up to wrap around Patrick's cock as he takes it in his mouth.

Patrick slams his head back, glad that there's no wall behind him. He braces his hands on the counter as he faces the living room, Pete sucking his dick like he was made for it.

"Yeah, fuck, like that." Patrick mumbles when Pete slides down further, his mouth touching his hand. Patrick lets his hand find Pete's hair, getting a rhythm going as he thrusts gently. Right as Patrick is entertaining the thought of coming, he looks up and stills.

"Hey, what are you doing? Where's Pete?" Kevin asks as he walks in the kitchen. Patrick has never been so happy that he's only 5'5" in his life.

"I was just about to call Mom and then join you. Pete went to get something from his car, I think." Patrick's voice isn't as shaky as he thought it would be. Pete begins to move again, forcing Patrick to clench his jaw and nod at Kevin's questions rather than speak.

"Alright, well, I picked Spider-Man. That's what you guys get for letting me choose. I'll go start the movie and the previews." Kevin seems satisfied and walks back into the living room, plopping back down onto the couch.

Patrick thrusts twice more before coming in Pete's mouth, falling back against the counter. "Fuck, come up here." He grabs Pete's shoulders and pulls him up, pushing him into the island and getting a hand in his shorts. He curls his hand around Pete's cock and jerks him quickly, mumbling sweet things in his ear. "You're so pretty, fuck. Beautiful. Come for me."

Pete comes in Patrick's hand, biting down on Patrick's shoulder to conceal any noises that might come out. After jerking Pete through his aftershocks, Patrick pulls away to seemingly clean himself up.

However, after Pete pulls his shorts back up, he finds Patrick licking the stripes of come off of his own hand. Pete's dick gives a little twitch, trying to get hard again, but Pete knows that's not happening anytime soon.

When Patrick notices Pete staring, he licks his fingers more suggestively, eyebrows wiggling. Pete rolls his eyes and grabs a paper towel to finish cleaning Patrick up.

Pressing a small kiss to Pete's mouth, Patrick pulls his jeans up and buttons them before walking into the living room to plop down next to Kevin on the couch. Pete waits a few moments before joining them, sitting down on the recliner closest to Kevin.

They share a look over Kevin's head, and Pete finds his face softening as he meets eyes with Patrick. God, the guy is so fucking gorgeous.

3. Pete and Patrick remain in contact for the next few months as Patrick's band is on their European leg of the tour and Pete's class schedule picks back up. It's been two and a half months since they've seen each other, and Pete knows the empty feeling in his chest isn't good to have about a random hookup.

One afternoon, when Pete gets home from classes and finds Kevin out, he falls down onto the couch and cuddles a pillow, more sad today than usual because he'd just seen a notice of a tour extension for Patrick's band in Europe.

He wants to cry because he knows developing feelings for a rockstar that he's hooked up with twice is so fucking stupid. Yet, here he is.

A knock on the door startles him out of feeling sorry for himself. He fixes his hair before opening the door slowly, not really wanting to face the outside world at the moment.

However, the person standing on the other side of the door is none other than Patrick, who looks so good, Pete's mouth is watering. "'Trick?" He asks, as if his eyes are playing a joke on him.

"Yeah, it's me." Patrick smiles back, putting his guitar case and duffel bag down and opening his arms for a hug.

Pete all but jumps him. He falls into Patrick's arms quickly, and Patrick wraps him up in the biggest bear hug he can manage with his short arms.

"I missed you so much. How are you here? I thought the European tour was extended." Pete asks when he pulls back. A huge smile is on Patrick's face after hearing how much Pete missed him.

"Well, I can't give away all of my secrets, can I?" Patrick asks, picking his things up and setting them just inside the door. As soon as the door shuts, Patrick is on him in point three seconds, pushing him into the door. "God, been wanting you since the last time."

Patrick kisses him hard, pinning Pete's arms to the door with one hand so he has total control. However, that's not enough for Patrick, and his other hand finds Pete's throat, pressing just hard enough against it that he's choking Pete just the slightest.

"Fuck." Pete manages to moan, finding Patrick's mouth again. Patrick smirks in return, winking at Pete when he pulls away.

"Gonna let me get my mouth on you? I want everyone to know why we had to move a show back. I want them to hear just how hard you fucked my mouth when I'm up there singing." Patrick tells him, and he needs to stop with the dirty talk or Pete is going to come right fucking now.

"Yes, yeah, want that. Want it so much, all of it." Pete mumbles out quickly, and Patrick is letting go of Pete's hands and throat to fall to his knees in front of Pete.

He gets Pete's jeans and boxers down quickly, swallowing Pete's cock as soon as it hits the cold air from the air conditioning. Pete moans loudly, head falling back against the door.

Patrick works his tongue up and down the shaft like he knew just what he wanted as soon as he got off of the fucking plane. Maybe he did.

He removes his hands from Pete's hips, urging him forward so that Pete gets the hint. Pete's hands find Patrick's soft, white-blonde hair, and he thrusts roughly into Patrick's mouth, like he knows Patrick wants.

Patrick moans around him, throat going slack so Pete can slide further in. When Pete looks down at him, Patrick's got a hand down his pants, jerking himself off.

"Oh, fuck. Knew you were getting off on this too." Pete smirks, and Patrick looks up at him with an evil glint in his eyes.

He swallows around Pete once, twice, three times, and Pete is coming without warning. Patrick swallows it all neatly, jerking himself off at the same time.

Pete's knees give out, head falling to the ground right next to Patrick's still hard cock. "Can I come on your face? Fuck, please?" Patrick grunts, and Pete smiles, nodding in his blissed out state. Patrick moans before shooting stripes of come onto Pete's face, falling down next to him a few seconds later. "God, you're so beautiful with my come all over you like that."

Pete smiles again, knowing that he probably looks ridiculous, but Patrick doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he busies himself with cleaning Pete's face up. With his mouth.

"God, you've got to stop doing things like that. I can't go again in such a short amount of time." Pete says after Patrick finishes cleaning both of them up.

"I'm just too irresistible, I know." Patrick deadpans, like he doesn't actually believe it.

"You really fucking are." Pete says, scooting closer to Patrick, who lets Pete lie on his chest, wrapping an arm around his brother's roommate's waist.

"We should probably move and get ourselves more decent before Kevin gets here. That's an awkward conversation I'm not ready for yet." Patrick says, and Pete's heart leaps to his throat. Does that mean Patrick maybe wants something more than just sex out of Pete? Or is Pete jumping to conclusions?

He'll worry about the answer to those questions later, he thinks, getting up and following Patrick to the shower, where round two is officially a go.

4. It turns out, Patrick could only stay for the day and had another flight back to London early the next morning. Kevin was ecstatic to see his little brother, even if it was just for a few hours.

Then, Patrick disappears again.

Four whole months go by before he even gets a day off, punishment for pushing a show back to come see Pete, Patrick tells him via phone call. He also tells Pete that it was well worth it and that Andy and Joe noticed his voice and knew the reason for it being so wrecked: Pete.

Pete knows he's in deep shit the first time he comes just from Patrick's voice. From Patrick, calling himself daddy, telling Pete all of the dirty shit he wants to do to him.

A few weeks later, the European leg of the tour is finally over, and Patrick is meant to be back in the States in less than twelve hours. He wants Pete to pick him up from the airport, since Kevin can't.

His flight gets delayed. Pete stays at the airport for four hours, so that he can see Patrick as soon as he lands.

Patrick finally comes trudging through the airport at two in the morning, a full four and a half hours after his flight was originally set to land. He gets his bags and calls Pete once, twice, three times.

Pete doesn't pick up, so Patrick, frustrated, walks mindlessly through LAX, trying to find another ride. He hangs the phone up point six seconds after Kevin answers when he sees Pete, hat pushed down and sunk low in his seat, clutching his phone to his chest as if he was waiting for a call from Patrick.

Patrick is immediately no longer mad, a smile coming to his face. He snaps a quick picture before walking closer and crouching down next to Pete, pushing his hat up and out of his face.

"Hey, baby, wake up." He whispers, shaking Pete's shoulder gently. Pete's eyes blink open slowly, smiling when he sees Patrick.

"Hey, 'Tricky. Missed you." He opens his arms, and Patrick smiles again, sliding his arms around Pete's waist.

"I missed you, too, Pete." Patrick hears a content sigh out of Pete before Pete is out again. Patrick sighs, finding Pete's car keys in the man's front pocket.

Pete awakens, startled at first, before smiling and saying, "Come on, 'Tricky baby, if you wanted to get in my pants, all you had to do was ask."

"Go back to sleep, honey, I'll be right back." Patrick says, and Pete smiles before leaning his head back against the chair.

Patrick quickly finds Pete's car in short-term parking, putting his duffle, guitar case, and backpack in the trunk. He drives it around to the door Pete is asleep nearest to.

Patrick quickly walks back inside and finds Pete asleep, yet again. Instead of waking the man, he picks him up bridal style and carries him easily out to the backseat, where he lies him to sleep for the drive from the airport to the apartment he and Kevin share.

Upon making it twenty minutes later due to little to no traffic, Patrick sees Pete, still asleep. He sighs and carries him into the house and to his bed before going back out and getting his stuff.

After brushing his teeth and changing into a pair of joggers, foregoing a shirt, Patrick climbs in the bed next to Pete, only to find the man wide awake. "You're fucking joking."

"Nope, 'Tricky. Just wanted to see how strong you really are." Pete says, punctuating his statement by gripping Patrick's bicep.

"I'll show you how strong I am." Patrick says, pushing Pete back into the bed, kissing him fiercely.

Pete responds by spreading his legs and gripping Patrick's hair, pulling the other man in closer. Patrick bites Pete's lip, smirking as he fumbles with the hem of Pete's shirt.

He pulls away just enough to get the shirt over Pete's head, his mouth finding Pete's necklace of thorns, mixing in heated kisses and bites. "Gonna let me fuck you? Deep and hard, like the last time?" Patrick mumbles, and Pete nods enthusiastically.

"Fuck yeah, 'Trick. Please." Pete whispers, and Patrick smirks, pulling Pete's shorts and underwear down, biting at where his thigh meets his groin.

Pete whines, trying to push Patrick's joggers down. Patrick laughs, pushing his own pants and boxers off, reaching over to Pete's nightstand. He finds what he's looking for — lube and condoms — in the second drawer, which he already knew he would.

Patrick preps Pete slowly, his need to get inside the man not as bad as his need to please the man. Pete ends up being the one to slide the condom onto Patrick's cock, slicking him up quickly.

"Come on, inside me now." Pete says quickly, and Patrick obliges, pushing his cock in slowly. After giving Pete a few moments to adjust, Patrick begins thrusting deeply, pressing his hand back against Pete's throat. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I fucking like it."

Patrick chuckles, pressing his hand a bit harder and speeding up his thrusts at the same time. His free hand finds Pete's cock, and he strokes Pete slowly.

"One of these days, I'm gonna have to whisk you away for a weekend. Then I can do this as slow as I want. Spread you out all nice like. Buy you an expensive dinner." Patrick says, and Pete groans, pushing himself back against Patrick's cock.

Patrick speeds his hand up, and Pete comes seconds later. Patrick pulls out, jerking himself off while watching Pete, covered in come, look blissed out as usual. Patrick grunts and comes, falling back into the bed when he's done.

Patrick cleans them both up with Pete's t-shirt, slipping his joggers back on, sans boxers, and tossing Pete his own boxers. "Put those on."

"Yes, sir." Pete says, humming as he pulls the boxers over his hips. Patrick grips Pete's hair, pulling sharply.

"Don't say things like that unless you want to go another round." Patrick warns, and Pete smirks at him.

"Oh yeah, Daddy?" Pete asks, feigning innocence. That earns him another harsh tug and a bite to his shoulder.

1.   The next morning, as Pete pads out of his room to get a sip of water, he finds Kevin, sitting on the couch. He's dressed for work, even though he should've left an hour ago, arms crossed.

"What the fuck, Pete." Kevin demands, shaking his head at Pete's questioning look. "You slept with my fucking brother?"

"Oh, fuck." Pete mumbles, eyes wide. Kevin sits there, jaw clenched.

"'Oh, fuck' is correct. Care to explain yourself?" Kevin asks, and he's not fucking happy, clearly.

"Uh, uh. Patrick," He yells Patrick's name, wishing he would've woken him up, "and I are, uh. We're, uh. Patrick!"

Patrick startles awake the second time he hears his name, wondering why the hell Pete is yelling. He rubs his eyes and walks out into the hallway, eyes widening when he sees Kevin on one couch, obviously pissed, and Pete on the other.

"Hey, big brother." Patrick says, deciding to play it cool. He falls on the couch next to Pete, slinging an arm around Pete's shoulders.

Kevin glares at him, eye twitching. "Is this some sort of joke?"

"Uh, afraid not." Pete says quietly, and Kevin shakes his head.

"I want you out. As soon as possible-" Before Kevin can finish, Patrick is stopping him.

"Kev, stop. Seriously. I'm a big boy now, I can handle myself." Patrick says, and Kevin says something about Pete using him for sex. "Kevin. Stop. I-I really like him, okay? It's not just sex. He stayed at the airport last night for over four hours waiting on me."

Pete perks up at that, wondering if he's just saying these things to make Kevin less pissed. Nonetheless, it seems to work. Kevin's face softens at that.

"Pete fucking Wentz did that?" Kevin asks, and when Patrick nods, Kevin smiles. "Look at you go, Wentz. Wooing my little brother."

"Always, Kev." Pete answers, and Kevin nods his head before standing up.

"I'm a little late for work, kiddos. Have fun, be safe." Kevin starts towards the door, stopping before he gets too close to turn back and add, "Hurt my brother, and I'll cut your hands off, Wentz."

"Yes, sir." Pete answers, eyes wide. Kevin smirks before walking out of the door.

They both let out a sigh of relief as the door closes. "Well, that was close." Patrick says, leaning back into the couch.

"Did you mean it?" Pete asks, looking anywhere but at Patrick. Patrick's eyebrows furrow.

"What?"

"Did you mean what you said about me? Do you really like me, or was it just so Kevin wouldn't beat my ass?" Pete says, and he has to know. He has to.

"Yes." Patrick says without hesitation. "I meant everything I said."

"I'm so glad you said that." Pete says, leaning over to press a kiss to Patrick's lips. "How do you feel about the term 'boyfriend'?"

"Boyfriend." Patrick says, as if he's testing it out. "I like it."

the fucking end. has been in progress for over a year, i think. so happy spring or whatever.