Pete’s used to putting up with Patrick when he gets in one of his moods. When he gets worked up the way he does, there's no talking to him. You just have to grit your teeth and hope you can make it through the day. But lately, the moods are coming on more and more, and they're harder to shake. Usually he's a little offensive, but now he's saying things he doesn't belong saying. Revealing things he doesn't belong revealing. Like how Ashlee and Pete have been fighting lately. That the reason they were fighting was because Ashlee wanted another baby, and Pete? He just didn't think he was up to the challenge right now. Pete lets it go until it gets so bad the four guys can't even be in a room together anymore. When it's at the point where they're all angry and arguing, where Joe and Andy have to go home to cool off, Pete knows it's done. Patrick's mood is going to change, and Pete's going to be the one to change it.
Pete finally snaps the day they're bringing Andy and Joe to the airport. Patrick raised hell all morning, yelling everything he could at the two guys, until both the others told Pete they were just going to get a taxi. At Pete's insistence they headed down to the coffee shop, and Pete said he would meet up with them later. He had a bit of business to tend to first. And as soon as the door slammed he turned toward Patrick. Looked the other man right in the eye, and shook his head no. He could see the fear in Patrick's eyes. Leave it to him to figure out it was too far after he had already crossed the line.
"Patrick, you're in a lot of trouble." Pete stated plainly. There was nothing in his voice. No anger, no sadness. Just that firm tone that told Patrick if he tried to run he was going to be sorry. Sighing Pete walks over to Patrick, and tells him he thinks it’s wise that he stand in the corner. Pete’s too angry to deal with him right now. And Patrick knows well enough that it’s best not to test Pete when he’s already like this. He whimpers, defeated but moves into the corner. It seems like an eternity before Pete is telling him he can turn around. But the instant Patrick turns around his heart drops. He didn’t want it to be like this. He didn’t want this to happen, he just wanted everyone to leave him alone.
“Pete, I’m sorry.” He offers, backing up until he hits the wall. Pete has to fight back a smile. It's cute when Patty regresses like this. In a few moments time, he goes from being a hurricane of hurtful words to a little boy, scared and confused.
"Patrick, there's no way out of this. You know what happens when you get like this." Pete answers, shaking his head. He sees Patrick go to open his mouth to argue, and he smiles when Patrick closes it again.
"Come on Patty, let's get this over with." Pete says, breaking the silence. He motions his friend over to him. He knows this is the hardest part for both of them. Patrick hates when Pete slowly unbuckles his belt, undoes his pants and pulls them down. Pete hates the ragged breathing over his knee. Hates knowing that in a minute, that man who has become so much more than a band member to him will be crying. But Pete knows it has to be done. Somewhere deep down, Patrick knows it too.
It's why he never struggles. Why when that first smack lands, aside from the involuntary yelp, he doesn't move. Why he lets the smacks reign down on his poor bottom, and all he does is flinch. This part is harder for Pete. Pete hates watching the color turn from that cream color to that red. That angry shade of red. He hates hearing Patrick's breath get hitched. And he feels awful when his hand moves for the brush. That brush he keeps hidden away. It's only for Patrick. He'd never dream on using it on anyone else. It has a wicked sound, and apparently a wicked sting to go along with it. And at the first hit, Pete sees a leg kick, and he knows it won't be long now. In a few seconds Patrick will be crying, and Pete will know it's true. He really is sorry. Pete hits him again, and at the sound he winces. This part is the worst. He reigns down the next five, and he hears the first signs of tears in Patrick's voice.
"Pete, please?" The voice is so little, and Pete tips his knee up just slightly. Hits Patrick's thighs twice with the brush, and cringes when Patrick begins to cry. Pete lifts him back up and places him where his sore ass won't touch anything. He holds him close, and sighs.
"Patrick, I'm going to be honest, if anything like this happens again, you're going to be in more trouble than you know what to do with. You want to act like a kid? Fine, you've got my attention. I'll treat you like a kid from now on." Pete stops and rubs Patrick's back softly, before continuing. "I'm going to bring Andy and Joe to the airport. When I get back i expect to find you in that bed, sleeping. Or you'll be one sorry boy. Got it?" He asks, standing Patrick up.
Patrick slowly pulls up his boxers and pants, sniffles and nods, before slowly walking off to his bedroom.
When Pete returned a few hours later, he walked into Patrick’s bedroom to see his best friend sitting there. He may have won the battle this time, but the war was far from over.