Snowflake Challenge Day 4

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In your own space, create a fanwork. Make a drabble, a ficlet, a podfic, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. Arts and crafts. Draft a critical essay about a particular media. Put together a picspam or a fanmix. Write a review of a Broadway show, a movie, a concert, a poetry reading, a museum trip, a you-should-be-listening-to-this-band essay. Compose some limericks, haikus, free-form poetry, 5-word stories. Document a particular bit of real person canon. Take some pictures. Draw a stick-figure comic. Create something. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

I'm a little late to the party for Day 4. I'm off work for the entire week which should mean that I have lots of time to write, but so far it's just me sitting around watching Pretty Little Liars and complaining about not writing. This challenge was a nice kick in the behind.

I started this a while ago, so I've just been trying to fix it up. It's still just the beginning of something NSFW that's in the same verse as these.

Bandom - Pete/Patrick.



Pete is often away from Patrick. It’s the nature of their job. They spend vast portions of time together, living almost on top of each other, in each other’s pockets, and then large amounts of time apart because of breaks in touring and other commitments.



When the band is on time off, Patrick tends to stay away from the limelight, basking in quiet music-making time among other things. Pete is less good at switching off the celebrity button and ends up doing random press and promo, sometimes just for something to do.



Which is how he ends up in London and a guest DJ, and yes, it’s a pretty fucking long way to go for less than a weekend’s worth of work, but he doesn’t care all that much.



What he does care about is how much he misses Patrick. Pete gets restless and itchy when he doesn’t work. But he gets even more restless, itchy and horny when he and Patrick are apart. He’s mid-way through his transatlantic flight when he realises it will be days and days and days before they see each other again, let alone have time enough for a sneaky fuck.



So Pete is thrilled when there’s a gift box waiting for him in his plush London hotel room. The card just says P on it, and that could be P for Pete, but Pete feels in his guts that it’s not; it’s of course a P for Patrick, to signify the sender, meaning Patrick has organised something awesome.



Pete instantly dials Patrick’s number without another thought.



“Hey, asshole,” Pete says before Patrick can even speak. “I got your gift.”

“Gift?” Patrick asks, trying to sound innocent through the sleep in his voice. Pete looks at his watch and remembers that time difference exist and Patrick was probably sleeping. It’s early morning in London, but late for Patrick in LA.

“Yeah. Pretty box with a card that just has the letter P on it?”

“Yeah. You like it.”

“I don’t know yet. Will I open it?”

“You didn’t open it yet? Why?”

“I thought I’d wait for you.”

"How did you manage to not open it yet?” Patrick asks disbelievingly. “You have the attention span of a gnat.”



Pete ignores him and just rolls his eyes down the phone. He might have the attention span of a gnat when it comes to most things, but he’s trained himself to be more focussed when it comes to Patrick.



He fiddles with the ribbon on the box and then he can’t help himself. He switches to speakerphone and sits down on the bed ready to unwrap his gift. He’s gotten boxes like this from Patrick before, but this looks extra special. He peels back the faded gold tissue paper carefully and inside is…wow.



Pete feels a flush in his cheeks at even the thought of what these gifts might mean. “Jesus, Patrick. This might be the best surprise gift I’ve ever gotten.”