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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Bandom, Fall_Out_Boy
  Relationship:
      Patrick_Stump/Pete_Wentz
  Character:
      Pete_Wentz, Patrick_Stump
  Additional Tags:
      Phone_Sex, Alternate_Universe_-_College/University
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-05 Words: 626
****** always gone away from here ******
by coricomile
Summary
     "It's the glitter," Patrick tells him. "It gets me hot."
The dorm is still new, ceiling a shade of white that's as unfamiliar to him as
the soft sounds of someone breathing in the bunk bed under him. He misses his
shitty little mattress with its squeaky headboard and the sounds of Andrew and
Hiliary in their own rooms, and the sound of his father's restless snores.
Even more, he misses leaving all of it and sneaking out, headed to Patrick's
for the night.
If he were home- home, a hundred miles and an eternity away- he'd be tucked up
against Patrick's side, face smashed into Patrick's down pillow, sweaty and
satisfied. He misses that most of all.
He pulls his phone out and hesitates over the call button for a long time. It's
late, even for him, and Patrick's still got class in the morning. While he's
floundering, a text pops up on the screen.
Hey
Pete answers, says i miss you, because he does, so much it hurts. After a few
moments, the phone rings.
"Hey," Pete breathes into it.
"Hey." Patrick's whispering. It's later than Pete thought. After a moment,
Patrick says, "I wish you were here."
Pete closes his eyes and listens to the soft cadence of Patrick's breathing. If
he concentrates, he can almost feel it against his skin.
"I'll be home next month," Pete says, like that isn't an eternity.
Patrick tells him about the fall formal and Joe's plan to crash it with a bunch
of other kids from Glenbrook North, tells him about his second go at the
driver's test, tells him about all the songs he's writing. Pete listens and
says yeah, okay, tell me more, he listens and tries to will himself into the
stories.
After a while, Patrick goes quiet. They listen to each other breathe, and it
takes a moment, but Pete catches the hitch in Patrick's pattern, the familiar
hiccup of an exhale, and his stomach goes tight, muscle memory sinking in.
"Didn't know the prom got you so worked up," Pete says roughly into the
receiver. Patrick laughs, tight. Pete can see the blush on his cheeks, his
chest, knows the way his hair looks when he lays down against his flannel
sheets.
"It's the glitter," Patrick tells him. "It gets me hot." Pete hums and slides a
hand into his shorts. His dick's thick and hot against his thigh, a lazy build
up in his gut.
"I'll be sure to invest in some," he says. There's a sound, Patrick moving on
the sheets. Probably kicking his underwear off. Pete thinks about the line of
his thighs, the dark patch of curls low on his belly, and groans. Under him,
his roommate mutters in his sleep.
"If you were here," Patrick starts, voice like gravel, "I'd suck you off." It's
small, shy. Pete's heard plenty of dirty talk- most of it more adventurous,
filthier- but it's Patrick's voice and Patrick's mouth, and Pete's chest does
something sharp.
"If you were here," Pete says, jerking himself quick and steady, needing to get
off quick, needing to finish before the alarm goes off, "I'd be too busy
fucking you."
He sees the arch of Patrick's back before he hears the sound of his choked off
grunt. He thinks about the red flush across Patrick's cheeks and chest and cock
and bites down on his knuckles, pulling at his dick faster. When he comes, it
feels like a black out, all the way down to his toes.
They're quiet, Patrick's breaths coming slower and slower until Pete knows he's
asleep on the other side. He laughs, a puff of breath against his phone, and
says I love you, because he does.
He's no closer to home, but he sleeps easier and the homesickness stays away.
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