Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > I Could Crush You With My Voice ~ Patrick Stump Love Story
Part Six
I walked into the girl's restroom, to find Farrah there fixing her hair in a mirror.
"What's going on, Farrah?" I said.
"They won't leave me alone! That's what's going on! I haven't had a minute to myself since I walked through that door, Kel! What is going on?!?!"
"Maybe they like you." I said casually, leaning against the wall.
"Both of them? Wait a second. You know something. Spill."
"What? No. I don't know anything."
"SPILL IT, GIRL."
"Okay, okay. No need to get all pushy about it. Patrick told me that both Joe and Andy like you and they're having a kind of battle thing to see who gets you first. Apparently they both think that you're pretty smokin' hot, because they both bet like, some sort of collectible stuff on it."
"Well...that's...unexpected. And sweet. I guess...I think."
"Hey, if I were you, I'd just pick one and get it over with. They won't stop until you do. Well, at least one of them will stop."
"What am I supposed to do? I like them both, but it's not like I want to date them or anything! They're awesome guys, but as boyfriends? Really?"
"Maybe you should tell them that then. It would put the fight to rest and they could keep their stuff because neither would win."
"But I don't want to hurt their feelings! That seems a bit cruel."
"Farrah, I don't know what to tell you. You gotta do something or they'll just keep doing it."
It was then I heard Patrick calling for me in his singsong voice.
"OH, KELIAHHHHH!!!! WE NEED YOU IN THE STUDIOOOOOO!!!"
"Crap, Farrah, they need me in there. Just promise whatever you do won't be mindless or stupid, ok?"
"Okay, I promise."
We both walked out of the restroom and I headed over to grab the sheet music and my uke. Pete stood up and clapped as I walked towards the booth. "Whoooo! I'm so proud of you!" I saw Patrick punch him in the side to get him to stop making me nervous, and he winked and jokingly blew a kiss at me. I smiled and closed the door behind me as I walked in. I heard Patrick's voice come into the room over the speaker.
"This is really easy to do. Just sit down in front of that microphone there, play along to the music, and relax." I then heard Pete grab the microphone from Patrick.
"Oh yeah, and totally do it in that order." he said sarcastically. "Relax first, then do what you have to." I heard Patrick's voice come back on one more time.
"That's what she said. Okay. Had to say that. Do amazing, sweetheart, I know you will." Pete grabbed the mic again.
"That is also what she said. Okay. Now I'm done. The music will start in just a second."
I sat down on the stool and set the music in front of me. I heard the music spill out of the headphones and I played along steadily to the beat, throwing a little improv pieces in it as I played. The song soon came to a close. And I sat there quietly until I heard Pete's voice. "That. Was. BITCHIN'. I have never heard anybody put that amount of passion into a fucking ukulele. Damn, Patrick, no wonder you call out her name like tha-"
"Yeah, ok, Pete, we get it." Patrick came back. "That was excellent. We don't need to do another take, that was perfect." He gave me a thumbs up through the window and I smiled. I picked up my stuff from the room and opened the door back into the main room. Patrick already had his guitar slung over his shoulder again, and he kissed me as he walked past. "Wish me luck." he grinned and closed the door. I heard the song start again in the room, now with my ukulele added to it, and watched Patrick play.
He was so entrancing. The way his hand moved from chord to chord, pressing down each string with power and lust in his face. His eyes were closed, but the emotion in his expressions were sexy beyond belief. Him and his guitar were like one whole being. I watched his fingers as they slid up and down the strings, thinking about what those fingers had done to me a few days before. The same fingers that made me arch my back in pleasure and moan were the same ones playing the music coming out of that guitar. He used his fingers in me, and I had made sounds that he loved hearing. He places his fingers on the guitar, it's like he's doing the same thing. He's touching the guitar in a way to make it moan the sounds or the notes he wants to hear. Whatever he was doing, I felt heat rush through me and to my panties, watching him play that guitar. The song had finally come to a close, and I snapped out of my trance. Pete spoke into the speaker. "Dude, I don't know how you did that, but that was perfect. You definitely don't have to do that twice."
"You're joking." I heard Patrick say.
"No joke, man. There wasn't a mistake on that track."
Patrick shrugged and got up with his guitar and came back into the room. I could feel his presence as he walked up behind me and grabbed my waist, as he always does, and I heard him talking to Pete.
"Are you sure there were no problems?"
"I know it sounds weird, but you did it right the first time, bro."
I looked at Patrick's face leaned on my shoulder, and asked, "Why is that so surprising?"
Pete was first to answer. "For some reason, when Patrick gets in that room to record something, it never turns out right the first time. It always takes a least 2 tries to get it right. And he did it spot on the first time with this. It's a momentous occasion."
Pete got up from his chair and went to go take a phone call. As Pete walked away I slowly felt Patrick's hand creep down around my inner thighs. He ran one finger over my privates and my body tensed up at the feeling. He whispered in my ear softly, "Well, I must've been pretty good to warrant a response like that. Wouldn't you agree?" He ran two fingers over this time with more pressure.
"Oh god, yes..." I spoke without thinking. I melted into his hands. But he would not get all the fun out of this. I turned around quickly to face him and pressed my hands to his chest. Farrah, Andy and Joe were too busy with whatever the hell they were doing to even notice us, so I went for it. His hands had moved down past my hips, grabbing my ass. I took one of my hands from his chest and gently moved it downwards into his pants.
"Kel, what are you-oh god...."
I had moved my hand over his package and started rubbing slowly. I watched his face as he closed his eyes tightly and opened his mouth in an "O" shape.
"Kel, we can't do this here. We have to...oh god...move this...fuck....somewhere else."
I stopped rubbing, and pulled my hand out of his pants. He still had his eyes closed, and his arousal was now showing through his tight, black pants. "Oh, god. Take my hand." He led me down the hall where the restrooms were and pulled me into the unisex bathroom. We quickly started ripping each others clothes off.
"God, I've wanted to do this since I seen you stroking that uke." he said breathless.
"I've wanted to do this since we got out of the car. And watching you play that guitar the way you do didn't help matters either..." I said, pulling him into a kiss that ended quickly.
"I have to get this out of my system."
"Me too."
"Let's do this then." he growled.
Next thing I knew, I was pressed up against the wall. I felt his hand grab the back of my upper thigh and lift it up, and I wrapped my leg around his waist, along with wrapping my arms over his shoulders. He kissed me roughly as he took his hand and slowly started moving three fingers in and out of me, making sure I was ready for him. He growled again and lifted me up over his hard member, and slowly pushed himself in me. I felt his hand take hold of my right hip, holding it firmly. I moaned as he pushed me back up against the wall and thrust upwards into me. It was at this moment I decided sex standing up was much better than sex laying down. "Oh, Patrick, fuck me harder..." I whispered hotly into his ear. He responded quickly and moaned as he thrust himself deeper in me and started to go faster. I yelled his name as he brought me to an orgasm. But he was still going. The faster he went the more I thought he was super human. He kept giving me orgasm after orgasm and I kept screaming his name, my body going into heavy spasms as he thrust. Finally, after my fourth orgasm, he let loose. He groaned as he thrust himself deep and his warmth filled up inside me. He gently lifted me up off of him, and I put my leg back onto the floor. We still stood there for awhile, breathing heavily. I put his face in my hands.
"That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my life."
"I don't know how I held it for so long. I thought I was going to burst."
"I don't know either, but I sure as hell won't complain. I had 4 orgasms within the past 15 minutes. You are superhuman, Patrick Stump."
"Have I told you lately much I love you?" he said, green eyes shining brighter than ever.
"Only about, everyday. I love you too." I quickly kissed him on the lips.
"Shit, we need to get back and finish the song."
We both threw back on our clothes and headed back out of the room, Patrick adjusting his hat and me trying to smooth down my hair as we walked down the hall.
"Oh my GOD, it's about time. We've been waiting for like....ever." Pete whined.
Patrick swallowed hard and tried to stutter out an excuse. "Yeah...yeah, uh, we were, um, busy doing stuff."
Pete smirked. "Yeah. Each other." he joked, as Patrick and I glanced at each other nervously. "Now get in there and sing your song." Patrick hit him in the arm, and I heard Farrah giggle in the corner so I flipped her off as we walked in the room. I saw her flip me off back through the window. It made me smile.
The microphones were set back to back, so we pulled up two stools and sat down facing each other.
"You ready?"
"Whenever you are, babe."
Patrick nodded at Pete as we put our headphones on. The music started to play and Patrick started to sing.
"Wise men say only fools rush in
but I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you"
He sounded even better than he did earlier this morning. Every note was dripping with passion, and his face showed it. I closed my eyes and began to sing my part.
"Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you"
I had opened my eyes back up in the middle of my verse, and looked straight into Patrick's eyes. It was so easy to sing this to him. There was nothing strange about it. It was like it was just, made for us. This time I didn't close my eyes once and Patrick and I just locked eyes and sang the strongest that I could.
"Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you
for I can't help falling in love with you."
When the music stopped, we just sat there. It was like the time in that room stood still. His beautiful, sparkling green eyes were filled with such intensity, it was hard to look away. His jawline, defined by his perfect sideburns, stood out in the lighting, and his gorgeous, cushioned lips looked soft and gentle, as they always have been.
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Patrick's POV
We sang the last note and our eyes locked. I gazed into her beautiful, chocolate brown eyes, glimmering with that spark of love. Her lips, curved perfectly, seeming to fit like a missing puzzle piece to mine every time we kissed, were curled in a smile. Her dark auburn hair, though pulled back in a ponytail, her bangs framed her delicate face flawlessly.
She was so beautiful. There was no way to properly describe it. I could sit here all day and gaze at every inch of her body.
Unfortunately, Pete's voice ruined the moment. "That was a match made in heaven guys. Perfect." I looked over at his face through the window and he looked stunned. I grabbed Kel's hand and we walked back into the main room. Joe and Andy had stopped trying to woo Farrah and even she was looking like a deer in headlights.
Patrick frowned. "What happened? What's going on?"
Andy snapped out of it first. "You guys sounded so good together. We knew you were both great singers, but you two together was....magical."
Pete nodded. "Enough to make a grown man cry."
I blushed and looked down at my shoes. I felt Patrick's arm wrap around my waist and pull me near him. "Aw, come on. It's a compliment, Kel. We're all your friends, there's no need to be shy about your singing. You were perfect, as you always are." he said as he kissed my cheek. "Was it really that good?" he asked, turning to face Pete.
"Here, I'll playback the track...just a second." he pressed a few buttons on the control panel and then pressed play.
I stood there, holding onto Kel tightly, and waited to listen to what music our two voices intertwined had created. My verse was ok. As always, I thought I could do better. But there were no mistakes in it, so that was another first. But then, her verse came on. Her voice sounded like it just soared over and above everything. The way it gently glided note to note, not missing a beat. It did sound like enough to make a grown man cry. Then the last and final verse that everyone loved came on. The harmonies sounded so perfect, they sounded as if it was one person. Her vocals, an octave higher than mine, had blended perfectly with my lower voice. It was like you could feel our voices as they left our mouths, fly up into the air and slowly interlock with each other in a passionate urgency.
Kel was first to speak after the song had stopped. "Wow."
"Yeah. Wow." I nodded.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I sounded fucking amazing. WE sounded fucking amazing!" she squealed, jumping up into my arms, legs wrapped around my back. I quickly grabbed her thighs, holding her up as she kissed me. I loved her kisses. No matter where they were, when they were, or how, I loved those kisses.
Joe waved his hand at us. "Hey, hey, hey. Get a room, guys. There's a bathroom down the hall where you can get it out of your system before we all lose our breakfast."
Because of how damn good I felt about that recording, I was feeling cocky. I whispered into Kel's ear, asking her whether it was ok to tell them what happened. She grinned with the same 'nothing-can-stop-me' grin that I had, as everyone including Joe, stared in confusion.
"Yeah. We know about that bathroom. Trust us. We know ALL about that bathroom."
Joe started to shake his head. "What the fuck are you talking abo-"
Pete's eyes got wide and he smiled. "NO FUCKING WAY. ARE YOU SERIOUS. YOU GUYS DID IT IN THE BATHROOM?!?! THAT'S WHY YOU WERE GONE SO LONG?!? OH MY GOD!!!"
Kel blushed a bit, but she never looked down. I smiled, that cocky feeling still in me.
"Damn straight. So you guys can suck it. You know you're jealous."
Kel cleared her throat and said something that took me off guard, but made me grin nonetheless.
"Yeah. And you guys wish you were even HALF the lover that Patrick is in bed. Trust me."
I smirked with pride as every still had their mouths open. Andy punched Joe in the arm. "See, dude? You brought it up, now look what you did. You've got those two bragging about their sex life. Good going, dick face."
Pete shushed the both of them. "Shut up!" he whispered angrily. "This may be the only time we ever get any information out of them again! So shut your pieholes, morons!"
Pete quickly turned back to Keliah and said, "Oh yeah? How so?"
She looked at me nervously and I shrugged, signaling it was ok. She then went on a rampage. "Do you how many times we've had sex in the past few days? 8 times. Do you wanna know how many orgasms I've had the past few days? 13. And just to throw this out there, he is the best lover I will ever have, and the only one I ever plan on having. So. Mock him all you want, make fun of him, but now, deep down you will forever think, 'damn. I wish I could please girls like he does.' So suck it."
I smiled at her, knowing that she had had enough of them for one day. I kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you for that. It is greatly appreciated that SOMEONE genuinely appreciates something I do."
Kel took a deep breath. "Look, it's not that I don't love you guys. I do. For only knowing you for a few days, you're the coolest band I've ever met, but seriously, back the fuck off of Patrick every now and then. He works hard for this band."
Farrah stood up from in between Joe and Andy. "Well, as long as we're being honest then, what the hell are you two doing? Seriously? You guys haven't left me alone since I got here. If you're fighting or something over me, then take care of it on your own time. Not in front of me. It gets annoying. But I love you both." And with that, she leaned down and kissed them both on the cheek.
Pete sighed. "Then I guess I must tell the truth as well. Patrick, my darling. I love you." He kneeled down and bowed at my feet.
I rolled my eyes. Not unusual behavior. I grabbed Kel and said, "Come on, let's get out of here. Farrah, you too. The songs finished, so I'm starving."
Kel stuck her tongue out at Pete and he scowled and got back up. "Yeah, I'm hungry too. Let's go get some lunch. All this singing and working and having sex and yelling at people is exhausting." she smirked.
Pete looked at me with his puppy dog eyes and pouted. "Can we come too? Pwetty pwease?"
"Fine." she said. "But one more word about our sex life, or making fun of Patrick, and I will leave."
I frowned at Pete too. "Yeah, that goes for me as well. Don't be a dick, Wentz, just because you know how. I love you, man, but don't piss her off. She gets feisty."
Pete grumbled as we all walked to our respective cars and headed back to the hotel. "Patrick....thinks he's all that....Kel...bragging...multiple orgasms....isn't that amazing..."
Joe and Andy walked up behind him. "Shut it, dude. You're the one causing problems here. If we make Patrick mad enough, he WILL leave the band for her. You seen his face. He's in love with her."
Pete watched as Patrick opened the car door for Keliah and Farrah both, Kel giving him a quick kiss as she ducked down into the car.
"Look, I know. I know. I do respect them, and their relationship. It's just frustrating. I haven't gotten laid in ages and here's this girl Patrick met only a few days ago, talking about how great of a lover he is. I mean, Patrick must have a magical dick or something to make a girl talk about him like THAT."
"Magical dick?" Andy tried to hold back his laughter.
"You know what I mean. It has to be like...fucking huge. We've all heard her screaming through the walls. Whatever he's doing, it must be pretty damn good for her to be screaming his name at the top of her lungs like that."
"Well, we've always called him multi-talented." Joe snickered.
"I know, right?" Pete started to laugh again. "It's just so weird. Our little Tricky has a girlfriend now. He doesn't wanna play with us anymore." he said, with a mock frown on his face.
"Oh, shut up Pete, and get in the fucking car." Andy snapped as he put the keys into the ignition.
I walked into the girl's restroom, to find Farrah there fixing her hair in a mirror.
"What's going on, Farrah?" I said.
"They won't leave me alone! That's what's going on! I haven't had a minute to myself since I walked through that door, Kel! What is going on?!?!"
"Maybe they like you." I said casually, leaning against the wall.
"Both of them? Wait a second. You know something. Spill."
"What? No. I don't know anything."
"SPILL IT, GIRL."
"Okay, okay. No need to get all pushy about it. Patrick told me that both Joe and Andy like you and they're having a kind of battle thing to see who gets you first. Apparently they both think that you're pretty smokin' hot, because they both bet like, some sort of collectible stuff on it."
"Well...that's...unexpected. And sweet. I guess...I think."
"Hey, if I were you, I'd just pick one and get it over with. They won't stop until you do. Well, at least one of them will stop."
"What am I supposed to do? I like them both, but it's not like I want to date them or anything! They're awesome guys, but as boyfriends? Really?"
"Maybe you should tell them that then. It would put the fight to rest and they could keep their stuff because neither would win."
"But I don't want to hurt their feelings! That seems a bit cruel."
"Farrah, I don't know what to tell you. You gotta do something or they'll just keep doing it."
It was then I heard Patrick calling for me in his singsong voice.
"OH, KELIAHHHHH!!!! WE NEED YOU IN THE STUDIOOOOOO!!!"
"Crap, Farrah, they need me in there. Just promise whatever you do won't be mindless or stupid, ok?"
"Okay, I promise."
We both walked out of the restroom and I headed over to grab the sheet music and my uke. Pete stood up and clapped as I walked towards the booth. "Whoooo! I'm so proud of you!" I saw Patrick punch him in the side to get him to stop making me nervous, and he winked and jokingly blew a kiss at me. I smiled and closed the door behind me as I walked in. I heard Patrick's voice come into the room over the speaker.
"This is really easy to do. Just sit down in front of that microphone there, play along to the music, and relax." I then heard Pete grab the microphone from Patrick.
"Oh yeah, and totally do it in that order." he said sarcastically. "Relax first, then do what you have to." I heard Patrick's voice come back on one more time.
"That's what she said. Okay. Had to say that. Do amazing, sweetheart, I know you will." Pete grabbed the mic again.
"That is also what she said. Okay. Now I'm done. The music will start in just a second."
I sat down on the stool and set the music in front of me. I heard the music spill out of the headphones and I played along steadily to the beat, throwing a little improv pieces in it as I played. The song soon came to a close. And I sat there quietly until I heard Pete's voice. "That. Was. BITCHIN'. I have never heard anybody put that amount of passion into a fucking ukulele. Damn, Patrick, no wonder you call out her name like tha-"
"Yeah, ok, Pete, we get it." Patrick came back. "That was excellent. We don't need to do another take, that was perfect." He gave me a thumbs up through the window and I smiled. I picked up my stuff from the room and opened the door back into the main room. Patrick already had his guitar slung over his shoulder again, and he kissed me as he walked past. "Wish me luck." he grinned and closed the door. I heard the song start again in the room, now with my ukulele added to it, and watched Patrick play.
He was so entrancing. The way his hand moved from chord to chord, pressing down each string with power and lust in his face. His eyes were closed, but the emotion in his expressions were sexy beyond belief. Him and his guitar were like one whole being. I watched his fingers as they slid up and down the strings, thinking about what those fingers had done to me a few days before. The same fingers that made me arch my back in pleasure and moan were the same ones playing the music coming out of that guitar. He used his fingers in me, and I had made sounds that he loved hearing. He places his fingers on the guitar, it's like he's doing the same thing. He's touching the guitar in a way to make it moan the sounds or the notes he wants to hear. Whatever he was doing, I felt heat rush through me and to my panties, watching him play that guitar. The song had finally come to a close, and I snapped out of my trance. Pete spoke into the speaker. "Dude, I don't know how you did that, but that was perfect. You definitely don't have to do that twice."
"You're joking." I heard Patrick say.
"No joke, man. There wasn't a mistake on that track."
Patrick shrugged and got up with his guitar and came back into the room. I could feel his presence as he walked up behind me and grabbed my waist, as he always does, and I heard him talking to Pete.
"Are you sure there were no problems?"
"I know it sounds weird, but you did it right the first time, bro."
I looked at Patrick's face leaned on my shoulder, and asked, "Why is that so surprising?"
Pete was first to answer. "For some reason, when Patrick gets in that room to record something, it never turns out right the first time. It always takes a least 2 tries to get it right. And he did it spot on the first time with this. It's a momentous occasion."
Pete got up from his chair and went to go take a phone call. As Pete walked away I slowly felt Patrick's hand creep down around my inner thighs. He ran one finger over my privates and my body tensed up at the feeling. He whispered in my ear softly, "Well, I must've been pretty good to warrant a response like that. Wouldn't you agree?" He ran two fingers over this time with more pressure.
"Oh god, yes..." I spoke without thinking. I melted into his hands. But he would not get all the fun out of this. I turned around quickly to face him and pressed my hands to his chest. Farrah, Andy and Joe were too busy with whatever the hell they were doing to even notice us, so I went for it. His hands had moved down past my hips, grabbing my ass. I took one of my hands from his chest and gently moved it downwards into his pants.
"Kel, what are you-oh god...."
I had moved my hand over his package and started rubbing slowly. I watched his face as he closed his eyes tightly and opened his mouth in an "O" shape.
"Kel, we can't do this here. We have to...oh god...move this...fuck....somewhere else."
I stopped rubbing, and pulled my hand out of his pants. He still had his eyes closed, and his arousal was now showing through his tight, black pants. "Oh, god. Take my hand." He led me down the hall where the restrooms were and pulled me into the unisex bathroom. We quickly started ripping each others clothes off.
"God, I've wanted to do this since I seen you stroking that uke." he said breathless.
"I've wanted to do this since we got out of the car. And watching you play that guitar the way you do didn't help matters either..." I said, pulling him into a kiss that ended quickly.
"I have to get this out of my system."
"Me too."
"Let's do this then." he growled.
Next thing I knew, I was pressed up against the wall. I felt his hand grab the back of my upper thigh and lift it up, and I wrapped my leg around his waist, along with wrapping my arms over his shoulders. He kissed me roughly as he took his hand and slowly started moving three fingers in and out of me, making sure I was ready for him. He growled again and lifted me up over his hard member, and slowly pushed himself in me. I felt his hand take hold of my right hip, holding it firmly. I moaned as he pushed me back up against the wall and thrust upwards into me. It was at this moment I decided sex standing up was much better than sex laying down. "Oh, Patrick, fuck me harder..." I whispered hotly into his ear. He responded quickly and moaned as he thrust himself deeper in me and started to go faster. I yelled his name as he brought me to an orgasm. But he was still going. The faster he went the more I thought he was super human. He kept giving me orgasm after orgasm and I kept screaming his name, my body going into heavy spasms as he thrust. Finally, after my fourth orgasm, he let loose. He groaned as he thrust himself deep and his warmth filled up inside me. He gently lifted me up off of him, and I put my leg back onto the floor. We still stood there for awhile, breathing heavily. I put his face in my hands.
"That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my life."
"I don't know how I held it for so long. I thought I was going to burst."
"I don't know either, but I sure as hell won't complain. I had 4 orgasms within the past 15 minutes. You are superhuman, Patrick Stump."
"Have I told you lately much I love you?" he said, green eyes shining brighter than ever.
"Only about, everyday. I love you too." I quickly kissed him on the lips.
"Shit, we need to get back and finish the song."
We both threw back on our clothes and headed back out of the room, Patrick adjusting his hat and me trying to smooth down my hair as we walked down the hall.
"Oh my GOD, it's about time. We've been waiting for like....ever." Pete whined.
Patrick swallowed hard and tried to stutter out an excuse. "Yeah...yeah, uh, we were, um, busy doing stuff."
Pete smirked. "Yeah. Each other." he joked, as Patrick and I glanced at each other nervously. "Now get in there and sing your song." Patrick hit him in the arm, and I heard Farrah giggle in the corner so I flipped her off as we walked in the room. I saw her flip me off back through the window. It made me smile.
The microphones were set back to back, so we pulled up two stools and sat down facing each other.
"You ready?"
"Whenever you are, babe."
Patrick nodded at Pete as we put our headphones on. The music started to play and Patrick started to sing.
"Wise men say only fools rush in
but I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you"
He sounded even better than he did earlier this morning. Every note was dripping with passion, and his face showed it. I closed my eyes and began to sing my part.
"Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you"
I had opened my eyes back up in the middle of my verse, and looked straight into Patrick's eyes. It was so easy to sing this to him. There was nothing strange about it. It was like it was just, made for us. This time I didn't close my eyes once and Patrick and I just locked eyes and sang the strongest that I could.
"Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you
for I can't help falling in love with you."
When the music stopped, we just sat there. It was like the time in that room stood still. His beautiful, sparkling green eyes were filled with such intensity, it was hard to look away. His jawline, defined by his perfect sideburns, stood out in the lighting, and his gorgeous, cushioned lips looked soft and gentle, as they always have been.
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Patrick's POV
We sang the last note and our eyes locked. I gazed into her beautiful, chocolate brown eyes, glimmering with that spark of love. Her lips, curved perfectly, seeming to fit like a missing puzzle piece to mine every time we kissed, were curled in a smile. Her dark auburn hair, though pulled back in a ponytail, her bangs framed her delicate face flawlessly.
She was so beautiful. There was no way to properly describe it. I could sit here all day and gaze at every inch of her body.
Unfortunately, Pete's voice ruined the moment. "That was a match made in heaven guys. Perfect." I looked over at his face through the window and he looked stunned. I grabbed Kel's hand and we walked back into the main room. Joe and Andy had stopped trying to woo Farrah and even she was looking like a deer in headlights.
Patrick frowned. "What happened? What's going on?"
Andy snapped out of it first. "You guys sounded so good together. We knew you were both great singers, but you two together was....magical."
Pete nodded. "Enough to make a grown man cry."
I blushed and looked down at my shoes. I felt Patrick's arm wrap around my waist and pull me near him. "Aw, come on. It's a compliment, Kel. We're all your friends, there's no need to be shy about your singing. You were perfect, as you always are." he said as he kissed my cheek. "Was it really that good?" he asked, turning to face Pete.
"Here, I'll playback the track...just a second." he pressed a few buttons on the control panel and then pressed play.
I stood there, holding onto Kel tightly, and waited to listen to what music our two voices intertwined had created. My verse was ok. As always, I thought I could do better. But there were no mistakes in it, so that was another first. But then, her verse came on. Her voice sounded like it just soared over and above everything. The way it gently glided note to note, not missing a beat. It did sound like enough to make a grown man cry. Then the last and final verse that everyone loved came on. The harmonies sounded so perfect, they sounded as if it was one person. Her vocals, an octave higher than mine, had blended perfectly with my lower voice. It was like you could feel our voices as they left our mouths, fly up into the air and slowly interlock with each other in a passionate urgency.
Kel was first to speak after the song had stopped. "Wow."
"Yeah. Wow." I nodded.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I sounded fucking amazing. WE sounded fucking amazing!" she squealed, jumping up into my arms, legs wrapped around my back. I quickly grabbed her thighs, holding her up as she kissed me. I loved her kisses. No matter where they were, when they were, or how, I loved those kisses.
Joe waved his hand at us. "Hey, hey, hey. Get a room, guys. There's a bathroom down the hall where you can get it out of your system before we all lose our breakfast."
Because of how damn good I felt about that recording, I was feeling cocky. I whispered into Kel's ear, asking her whether it was ok to tell them what happened. She grinned with the same 'nothing-can-stop-me' grin that I had, as everyone including Joe, stared in confusion.
"Yeah. We know about that bathroom. Trust us. We know ALL about that bathroom."
Joe started to shake his head. "What the fuck are you talking abo-"
Pete's eyes got wide and he smiled. "NO FUCKING WAY. ARE YOU SERIOUS. YOU GUYS DID IT IN THE BATHROOM?!?! THAT'S WHY YOU WERE GONE SO LONG?!? OH MY GOD!!!"
Kel blushed a bit, but she never looked down. I smiled, that cocky feeling still in me.
"Damn straight. So you guys can suck it. You know you're jealous."
Kel cleared her throat and said something that took me off guard, but made me grin nonetheless.
"Yeah. And you guys wish you were even HALF the lover that Patrick is in bed. Trust me."
I smirked with pride as every still had their mouths open. Andy punched Joe in the arm. "See, dude? You brought it up, now look what you did. You've got those two bragging about their sex life. Good going, dick face."
Pete shushed the both of them. "Shut up!" he whispered angrily. "This may be the only time we ever get any information out of them again! So shut your pieholes, morons!"
Pete quickly turned back to Keliah and said, "Oh yeah? How so?"
She looked at me nervously and I shrugged, signaling it was ok. She then went on a rampage. "Do you how many times we've had sex in the past few days? 8 times. Do you wanna know how many orgasms I've had the past few days? 13. And just to throw this out there, he is the best lover I will ever have, and the only one I ever plan on having. So. Mock him all you want, make fun of him, but now, deep down you will forever think, 'damn. I wish I could please girls like he does.' So suck it."
I smiled at her, knowing that she had had enough of them for one day. I kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you for that. It is greatly appreciated that SOMEONE genuinely appreciates something I do."
Kel took a deep breath. "Look, it's not that I don't love you guys. I do. For only knowing you for a few days, you're the coolest band I've ever met, but seriously, back the fuck off of Patrick every now and then. He works hard for this band."
Farrah stood up from in between Joe and Andy. "Well, as long as we're being honest then, what the hell are you two doing? Seriously? You guys haven't left me alone since I got here. If you're fighting or something over me, then take care of it on your own time. Not in front of me. It gets annoying. But I love you both." And with that, she leaned down and kissed them both on the cheek.
Pete sighed. "Then I guess I must tell the truth as well. Patrick, my darling. I love you." He kneeled down and bowed at my feet.
I rolled my eyes. Not unusual behavior. I grabbed Kel and said, "Come on, let's get out of here. Farrah, you too. The songs finished, so I'm starving."
Kel stuck her tongue out at Pete and he scowled and got back up. "Yeah, I'm hungry too. Let's go get some lunch. All this singing and working and having sex and yelling at people is exhausting." she smirked.
Pete looked at me with his puppy dog eyes and pouted. "Can we come too? Pwetty pwease?"
"Fine." she said. "But one more word about our sex life, or making fun of Patrick, and I will leave."
I frowned at Pete too. "Yeah, that goes for me as well. Don't be a dick, Wentz, just because you know how. I love you, man, but don't piss her off. She gets feisty."
Pete grumbled as we all walked to our respective cars and headed back to the hotel. "Patrick....thinks he's all that....Kel...bragging...multiple orgasms....isn't that amazing..."
Joe and Andy walked up behind him. "Shut it, dude. You're the one causing problems here. If we make Patrick mad enough, he WILL leave the band for her. You seen his face. He's in love with her."
Pete watched as Patrick opened the car door for Keliah and Farrah both, Kel giving him a quick kiss as she ducked down into the car.
"Look, I know. I know. I do respect them, and their relationship. It's just frustrating. I haven't gotten laid in ages and here's this girl Patrick met only a few days ago, talking about how great of a lover he is. I mean, Patrick must have a magical dick or something to make a girl talk about him like THAT."
"Magical dick?" Andy tried to hold back his laughter.
"You know what I mean. It has to be like...fucking huge. We've all heard her screaming through the walls. Whatever he's doing, it must be pretty damn good for her to be screaming his name at the top of her lungs like that."
"Well, we've always called him multi-talented." Joe snickered.
"I know, right?" Pete started to laugh again. "It's just so weird. Our little Tricky has a girlfriend now. He doesn't wanna play with us anymore." he said, with a mock frown on his face.
"Oh, shut up Pete, and get in the fucking car." Andy snapped as he put the keys into the ignition.
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