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Andy and Patrick lay paralel in their tour-bus bunk, just barely squished together like two melting jolly ranchers.
it was a bit sweaty and squanchy, yes, but Patrick likes to squeeze up to Andy and be held like the last muffin in the world. And Andy doesnt mind at all, except maybe for waking up sweaty.
Patrick woke up slightly sweatier than usual with the beginnings of cramps in the depths of his stomach. A little worm wriggled around in his brain, sending signals to his body to feel the start of what could be the worst night ever.
he let out a quiet groan and peeked down on the floor next to his bunk for his glasses.
As he scooted over to look down beside the bed, Andy's hand slid up to rest on Patrick's arm. Patrick's shoulders jumped, slightly startled by his boyfriend.
Andy laughed quietly, gently running his hand up and down Patrick's forearm. Patrick flicked Andy's forehead, followed by Andy pulling him a bit closer.
Patrick rubbed his warm cheek.
"I need to do some... night routine stuff. you should go back to bed, Andy."
Patrick mumbled, a yawn peeking out from his throat.
Andy understood Patrick may need some alone time, what, with being on the road every night with three other dudes.
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Patrick left the twin sized mattress, grabbing his glasses and his super top secret gym bag from the floor.
He padded into the bathroom, his socks cushioning the blow from his warm, sticky feet.
Patrick took a seat on the dinky bus toilet and dropped his underpants.
very quickly, he unwrapped the pad from his gym bag and lined it up with his underwear.
Once that business was taken care of, he took three ibuprofen and cupped water in his hands to swallow. As he stood up, his face sufficiently drenched despite his best efforts, Patrick took a good look at himself.
his hair is growing out, and he feels somewhat vulnerable whilst dressed in what you could barely call pajamas. sweatpants and a tshirt is good enough for patrick.
he feels good.
things are looking up as of late. Fall out boy is playing sold-out shows almost every night, he's looking at side gigs for when he can settle down a little more, and everything is going well Andy-wise.
Back to business.
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Patrick felt a pang in his gut and choked back a whine, hand fisting his shirt like a lifeline. About thirty seconds passed before Patrick heard a knock at the door.
"Patrick? Are you alright in there?"
oh darn, he forgot about Andy waiting in their bunk.
"I'll be out in a second!"
that answer seemed to please Andy, who could be heard stepping back into bed.
The ibuprofen would start up in about thirty minutes. he could wait thirty minutes, easy.
another pang rang through his gut like he owed his uterus money. Patrick very quickly rethought his decision to wait.
ok, it would wake everyone up if he put a heating pad in the microwave, thats a no-go.
he cant take even more ibuprofen, that will help nothing and also make him even more sick on top of the menstrual cramps.
ok, maybe he can just wallow in pain the whole night.
*or 30 minutes, but it WILL feel like the whole night, won't it?*
he opens the door and saunters back to his bed, basically crawling onto Andy. Andy lets out an "oof" and lets Patrick snuggle into his arms, running his hands up and down Patrick's back.
Patrick lets out a sigh he didnt know he was holding and let go of the tension in his body.
As he went limp in andy's arms, the older man raised his hand to run through Patrick's hair.
Patrick thoroughly enjoyed all his touch for a bare couple minutes before the cramps returned and Patrick had to lean over and clutch his belly.
A groan escaped from his lips and he shut his eyes tight. Andy looked over in concern, his hand moving to hold Patrick's.
Andy didnt need to ask what was going on, he could pretty much guess by the pained noises he could hear coming from Patrick earlier.
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Andy pulled Patrick to lay between his legs on his back, reaching his arms over the other boy's shoulders. Patrick closed his eyes, waiting for more dull pains in his gut.
Andy rubbed his hand experimentally around Patrick's womb, pressing a tad deep into the middle of his soft belly.
Patrick let out a little moan-groan, quiet enough to not wake Joe or Pete.
he looked back at Andy with thanks, a smile curling at the end of his lips.
Andy smiled back and started rubbing all over Patrick's soft middle, but especially around his bellybutton.
Patrick could only whine and wriggle in place, his cramps fading into the back of his mind.
He could focus on Andy's soft hands, his soft voice in his head telling him good things, and the man he knew would be there when he woke up.
It was overwhelming really, comparing the pain from before that felt like the end of the world to his favorite guy helping him out of it.
Andy's smile grew as Patrick fell asleep to more of andy massaging his belly, his soft snores filling the small space. Andy drifted off second, right where he wanted to be; his hand under Patrick's shirt, rubbing his aching tummy.
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Andy woke up to many many soft pecks, pressed all over his face. it tickled, like little kitten licks all across his cheeks and forehead.
he opened his eyes and was met with a pleased Patrick, who just so happened to be waking him up with kisses.
Andy was happy to accept this wake-up alarm.
Patrick placed one last kiss on the tip of Andy's nose and promptly laid on top of the other, wrapping his arms around Andy's neck.
Andy grinned and brought his hands up to hold Patrick's waist.
"good morning." Andy whispered, rubbing Patrick's waist.
"morning." Patrick smiled at Andy and closed his eyes, fitting his nose into the crook of Andy's pale neck.
"mm mmm mm mmmm mm mmm mmmm mmmmm."
"what?"
"mm." Patrick lifted his face from Andy's neck.
"sorry. you really helped me out last night. "
Andy nodded and gave the other man a kiss or two on his cheek, holding his soft face in both hands.
"I'm glad."
"our dashing frontman needs all the energy he can get!"
Pete half-whispered from his bunk, Joe still asleep beside him.
Patrick, too sleepy to care, falls back into place in Andy's arms, his face finding homage in the other's collar.
Andy's hands flew up to Patrick's back, feeling up and down the warm skin.
they could sleep for a few more hours, they still have half a day to get to the next place, and sometimes things are better left unsaid.
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