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rsadelleWell, folks, this is it. My last never-finished fic of 2009. I hope you've been enjoying them! I know I've been delighted to see other people doing WiP amnesty posts.
In October, someone posted a prompt to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
anon_lovefest about Patrick having a secret tattoo. I was deeply intrigued by the idea, and I knew the beginning, but I didn't know where to go with it. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eleanor_lavish also wrote me a bit about the tattoo itself in an email that pretty much filled my need for the emotional oomph behind the story.)
Pete can't stop thinking about it. He tries to tell himself he was just seeing a shadow or Patrick's leg hair twisted strangely, but he's seen a lot of tattoos, and he knows better. That was ink, a few tiny splotches of it dark against the very pale crease of Patrick's thigh.
Sometimes, in the shower, Pete presses his fingers to the same place on his own body and imagines how much it must hurt to get tattooed there. It's soft, thin skin. It's also usually hidden, and Patrick would have had to get as good as naked for a stranger to have it done. Unless he had Travis do it. Pete's not sure which option is worse.
He texts Patrick one night when he can't sleep and he's in L.A. and Patrick's in Chicago. u lov me rt?
Patrick doesn't text him back until mid-morning Chicago time: Yes. Go to sleep.
Pete tries, but he only manages an hour and a half. telll me how mch, he demands.
More than enough, Patrick sends back.
It's a lie, because Patrick doesn't love him enough to tell him about his tattoo.
In October, someone posted a prompt to
anon_lovefest about Patrick having a secret tattoo. I was deeply intrigued by the idea, and I knew the beginning, but I didn't know where to go with it. (eleanor_lavish also wrote me a bit about the tattoo itself in an email that pretty much filled my need for the emotional oomph behind the story.)Pete can't stop thinking about it. He tries to tell himself he was just seeing a shadow or Patrick's leg hair twisted strangely, but he's seen a lot of tattoos, and he knows better. That was ink, a few tiny splotches of it dark against the very pale crease of Patrick's thigh.
Sometimes, in the shower, Pete presses his fingers to the same place on his own body and imagines how much it must hurt to get tattooed there. It's soft, thin skin. It's also usually hidden, and Patrick would have had to get as good as naked for a stranger to have it done. Unless he had Travis do it. Pete's not sure which option is worse.
He texts Patrick one night when he can't sleep and he's in L.A. and Patrick's in Chicago. u lov me rt?
Patrick doesn't text him back until mid-morning Chicago time: Yes. Go to sleep.
Pete tries, but he only manages an hour and a half. telll me how mch, he demands.
More than enough, Patrick sends back.
It's a lie, because Patrick doesn't love him enough to tell him about his tattoo.