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The "I" in Lie	By : CAndersson Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Fall Out Boy Views: 1642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Patrick Stump, nor did I make any money of this story.

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Chapter 3: And Baby, Bang Bang, Kiss Kiss
Paul takes me front and center as he told Patrick he would. He winks at me and walks off.
I start to think about all that's just happened and I actually pinch my arm. Nope! Awake! It's unbelievable… And what usually happens when my mind start to wander;
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Cobra Starship!"
Yay! They are awesome and play for about half an hour. Then there's a short intermission and;
"I give you Las Vegas' pride The Cab!"
Oh God! They are absolutely amazing. Alex' voice is like fucking velvet. I can't believe I'm here! Ahhhhh! They play for about 45 minutes I think.
Then there's another small pause, some roadies fix the stage and the curtain goes down.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! The one we've all been waiting for! The Man, the Myth, the Legend; Misteeeer Patriiiiiick Stuuuuump!!!!!"
We all start screaming as the intro to "Spotlight (Oh Nostalgia)" starts playing. The curtain raises and Patrick stands behind his mic, smiling hugely. He's wearing a dark gray suit, black shoes, a black shirt and MY TIE! Yay! It looks really good on him. Right before he begins to sing he seems to search the crowd. It only takes one second for him to lock eyes with me. Patrick gives me a little grin as he starts to sing;
"Every word's a new regret…"
It is without a doubt the best concert experience of my life. He is absolutely amazing! The man is so fucking talented!
He keeps watching me from the stage during the concert and I get butterflies and all tingly. Sometimes he talks to the audience; thanking us for coming; glad to be back after all this time. And also;
"This song goes out to someone special! Thank you for the tie!" he says as he strokes the tie on his chest.
He looks at me and fires off an adorable smile. I actually feel the ice-cold glares from the girls around me. I couldn't care less, my smile is so huge it goes almost all the way around my head.
"Where ever you find it, it's none of my business…"
Did he just dedicate "Allie" to me? Score! That is so his most naughty song.
His voice is just pure perfection. When he reaches the part in the middle when he and the band freezes, he looks straight at me when he says the most sexy "HUH…" and gives the naughtiest little smirk.
Ok, now I just have to fan girl a little. Holy shit! How can he do this to me? Feels like fucking foreplay. What's he getting at with this?
The rest of the concert goes by in a daze of me wondering if Patrick is actually flirting with me and me being totally mesmerized by this talented man.
I do remember him watching me intently during the hot little swivel of his hips in "Bad Side of 25";
"…so you hula the snow of your parka all alone…"
Nom nom! Let's get it on already! Yeah, as if… He just enjoys my company and wants to talk. And besides, as far as I know he's got a girlfriend. And what the hell am I thinking, it's not like I'm single either… Oh, well, we're just gonna have dinner and talk. No need for a guilty conscience…
The concert ends after like three encores including him playing the drums, at which point he is extra sexy. Patrick disappears immediately back stage and I work my way over to the bar to get something to drink. I'm all hot, in more ways than one…
A lot of people, girls mostly, hang around waiting for Patrick to come back out for the meet & greet. It takes about half an hour, he returns out on the floor where the audience stood not long ago. I can see that his hair's still a bit wet and he's wearing the same outfit as before the concert. He's chewing gum again and I remember his weakness for "Hi-Chew" and giggle a little.
I decide to hang back, I don't want to deprive the other fans of the chance to talk to him and get autographs and photos.
I'm sitting here sipping my drink and watching Patrick interact with his fans. He's really sweet, signs every scrap of paper they put under his nose and smiles friendly in every photograph. I have to admire his patience…
Finally, after about an hour the last girls turns around and waves at Patrick as they leave. He comes over to me. I smile hugely.
"Hey…" he says with a small smile. "Sorry it took so long, didn't mean to keep you waiting."
He gives me a quick hug. I have time to notice his newly showered scent. Oh, lord! Amazing!
"Nah, it's ok. I understand, you didn't want to disappoint them. I totally get it." I say, smiling back. I don't think I can say anything to this gorgeous man without smiling.
"Exactly! I mean they take the time and money to come and support me, it's the least I can do… Thanks for understanding." Patrick says.
"Of course. If it was me I would have wanted you to stay to sign and stuff. Now I lucked out and got so much more…" I say and look kind of smug I think.
"Yeah." he laughs "Speaking of which, you wanna go to my dressing room? I've arranged for some food…"
"Sure!"
We walk over to the stage, Patrick puts both his hands on the edge of the stage and jumps up smoothly. He reaches out both of his hands to help me up. When I'm up, not quite as smoothly as him, he holds on to my hands for a bit.
"Did you enjoy the concert?" he asks as he lets go of my hands and starts walking towards his dressing room.
"It was absolutely amazing! You are a musical genius, you know that right?" I say and look at his profile as we walk.
"Musical genius, huh? Thank you! Glad you had a good time." he grins a little as we approach his door.
Inside there's food set up on the table and a little more dim lighting than before. We walk over to the table, Patrick pulls out a chair for me, he's such a gentleman. He walks over to the corner where the fridge is, passes a waste basket and throws away his gum, opens the fridge and takes out some Evian. He returns to the table.
"I don't drink much alcohol any more, especially on tour when I have to take extra care of my voice. I hope it's ok?" he asks.
"Of course! I'm really not a big drinker either. Well, alcohol any way. I can drink coffee by the truck load though, it's one of my vices." I say.
Patrick laughs, as he pours me a glass and sits down;
"Yeah, me too! I really don't wanna know what all that coffee does to my body though…" and keeps laughing a little.
We eat, it's absolutely delicious.
We talk, about music, movies, his tour which soon ends.
We laugh, at all the stupid pranks the guys in the different bands play on each other during the tour, apparently Gabe and Alex have a prank feud going on.
It's the best date I've ever been on besides the fact that it isn't really a date. A topic which we never cover. And we talk about our personal lives, smoothly avoiding the subject of any significant others…
I'm getting a bit anxious about the "is this a date or not" factor, so I excuse myself, take my bag and lock myself in his bathroom. I try to breath calmly, I wash my hands and check my hair and make-up. I get horrified! My hair is actually a bit of a mess. Well, considering I've watched an entire concert that's no wonder. But I guess as hair messes go fate has made it look kind of cute. I still run my hands through it to loosen it up a bit and apply some more blush and lip-gloss. I rinse my mouth out with water and quickly chew my way through two Tic-Tacs. Oh, damn, that's strong! Ah, never mind, at least I have fresh breath now.
I walk out, drop my bag on one of the sofas, but stop when I get half way towards the table. Patrick has got up and has his back turned to me. He is over by the stereo at the other end of the room. Two seconds later I hear Prince's voice play softly through the speakers.
Patrick turns around and notices me immediately. He is not smiling now though, actually he looks kind of serious and maybe a bit confused. We just stand there looking at each other from across the room.
I hear Patrick say "Fuck it…" and then he strides towards me quickly. He stops short an inch from me, puts his hands on my face, leans in and catches my lips in a kiss.
At first I just freeze for about half a second, then I just give in, melt into the kiss, without a thought in my mind except the feel of Patrick's luscious lips pressed against mine. They are soft, full and just a bit moist. The kiss is soft, but also a bit urgent. I put one hand on the small of his back and the other in his incredibly soft hair.
After awhile I slowly separate my lips to let Patrick's tongue in. He slips his tongue in a little bit and I do the same. He tastes amazing! All I think is that he's doing everything right, when he intwines one of his hands in my hair and the other still caressing my face and neck, making it even better. Our kissing is still kind of soft and sweet. And time just disappears…
Patrick leans his weight in a little against my body and presses me up against the wall and the kisses gets way more forceful and hungry… Oh God!
And then I feel something hard pressed against my hip…
One second later Patrick pulls away fast like he's gotten burned. We look at each other, we are flushed and panting a little. I see that hungry glow in his eyes. But there is something else too…
Guilt!
He walks over to one of the sofas and sits down. I still stand where he left me, sort of pressed up against the wall. Patrick sits silent for awhile, with his head in his hands, then says;
"I've got a girlfriend, you know?" his voice is full of self-contempt.
I walk over and sit next to him;
"I'm not single either…" I say quietly.
"What the hell are we doing…?" Patrick looks up at me carefully. The confusion is still apparent in his eyes.
"I don't know…" as I give my head a tiny shake.
"All I know is that I've pretty much wanted you since the second I saw you… I guess you can call it lust at first sight…" he gives a small smile at the corner of his mouth. "I've never had that happen before…"
"Yeah, I feel the exact same way… But I didn't flatter myself into believing that you felt it though… Well, not until you kissed my anyway…" I smirk a little.
Patrick gives a hopeless laugh;
"So the fact that I've been flirting with you the whole evening didn't give that away…"
"Well… how could I possibly believe that YOU wanted ME…" I say shyly and look down at my hands in my lap.
Patrick moves in closer and takes his left hand to lift my chin up so I look straight into his beautiful eyes;
"You're kidding, right?" he says seriously "I think you're sweet, attractive and sexy. And once we started talking I got absolutely turned on by your personality. You're kinda incredible you know…" he still looks serious.
I'm totally dumb founded! I sort of thought he was just horny, but he really seems to care for me.
"I think you are incredible too! And not 'cuz I'm a fan, it's 'cuz now I feel like I've gotten to know you a bit and I'm so impressed by your personality. You could just be this stuck up diva rock star and still have fans. But you're not, you're really modest, humble and sweet towards everybody. I watched you earlier and you didn't deny your fans anything… It really takes a special person to not let the fame go to his head. You are absolutely amazing!" I finish, looking at him intently.
Patrick seems dumb founded now.
"Wow…I just…umm…wow…" he looks at me with slight contemplation and then, suddenly, he seems to have made his mind up;
"Well, baby, bang bang, kiss kiss" Patrick says and before I have time to react, he's kissing me again.
This time I'm all aboard right away. I fling my arms around Patrick's neck and pull him down over me so we're laying down with him on top of me.
The kissing goes from zero to a sixty straight away. It's like we don't dare stop or we'll chicken out again. I run my hands through his hair and as I ruffle it I can smell his shampoo. Patrick has his hands in my hair, my face, my neck. They never stay long in one place. I slowly run one of my hands down his back and grab his ass.
Patrick stops kissing me, leans on his elbows and looks down at me. I'm just smirking. He gives me the sexiest most naughty smile I've ever seen in my life. Oh, now you better watch out that smile says. He starts kissing me on my neck, a moan comes over my lips and when Patrick hears that he chuckles just a little as he continues to kiss my neck. He mumbles that I smell incredible.
Patrick's hands are now caressing up and down my body, every once in awhile passing over my breasts. And once again I feel a hard poke against my body coming from his crotch. Oh sweet Jesus! Good to know Patrick's as horny as I am.
It is without a doubt the best make out session ever. Patrick's breathing is getting heavier. He sits up, looking flushed in the face. He takes off his cardigan, not even bothering to unbutton it, just pulls it over his head and throws it on the floor. The tie goes the same way, as he unbuttons the two top buttons in his shirt. He also kicks off his shoes. Good idea I think and sit up a bit to take off my shoes too. But I only manage to get one of them off before;
"Ahhh, that's better!" Patrick says with a smirk.
And without a second breath he almost throws himself, kind of comically, on top of me and starts kissing me again. I begin to giggle against his mouth. Patrick giggles too, stops to look at me again, caresses my face with his fingertips and whisper with a voice deep with lust;
"God, you're beautiful…"
And in that second I'm a goner… If there was ever a time to stop this, that time has now come and gone. We both realize that we are in this way too deep. This HAS to happen! This NEEDS to happen!
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