weekend things

Does anyone else find it mostly disturbing that Patrick and Pete might possibly read fanfiction? I mean, initial response, Awesome! And then it's like, oh my god, no, because this fandom is still kind of small. I don't write much straight up Pete/Patrick and I'm also not, like, crazy well-known or anything, so I'm betting my stuff is way under their radar, but that's mainly disturbing. Yes.

However, I'm hoping for more fics about the boys reading fics, because that is always amusing.

School!verse snip?

“Do you, uh.”

Bob freezes, turns slightly.

Ross has his legs stretched, falling out of the closet, hands on his knees, head tilted up towards him. He swallows hard, and Bob watches the line of his throat.

“Do you need any help?” Ross asks, scratching at his neck, bone-thin wrist flashing white as the cuff of his dress shirt falls down his forearm. He’s got an oddly flat voice, despite the obvious question mark.

“No, thanks,” Bob says. He feels those eyes on his back when he reaches for the light cover, and he switches out the bulbs as fast as he can, nearly sliding down the ladder to retrieve the new ones out of their boxes.

When he’s done, Ross is still looking at him, lower lip tucked under his teeth.

Bob manages a polite, “Good night.” He thinks the blatant staring is rude, but he’s not going to call him on it.

Ross smiles.

Bob’s kind of stunned, and it was so fleeting there was a slight possibility he’d imagined the curve of his mouth, the twitch of fullness at his cheeks, but he’s pretty sure it was there and gone again, faster than a breath.