showed me that Patrick Stump has lost his sideburns, and then wished for short Patrick/Joe, so that's what I did.
Patrick Stump/Joe Trohman
Joe sleeps hard, like he's got something to prove about being unconscious. Usually, Patrick thinks it's endearing, even if it does mean he usually has breakfast alone, but today it's more useful than cute. It means no one's mocking him about taking Pete-worthy amounts of time in the bathroom this morning, and it means that when he's done, making uncertain faces at himself in the mirror, there's no immediate feedback to make him feel even less sure.
When he slips back into bed, stealing heat from Joe's shins to warm his feet up, Patrick realizes that even the pillow feels different now; when he leans in to steal a kiss that half-rouses Joe, his cheeks are vulnerable to the prickle of unkempt beard. Joe mutters something, shifts and throws an arm around Patrick to haul him closer, but his eyes snap open when his lips hit skin and just keep dragging, smooth from the bow of Patrick's lips to the corner of his jaw.
"Where'd it go?" he asks, stupid with sleep, and Patrick raises both eyebrows, sarcastic and self-conscious.
"Sideburn heaven," he says, and Joe just nods like that makes sense, cups a hand to Patrick's jaw and kisses his cheek again.
"Cool. Like it like that." It's so new, the shiny bright feeling of bare skin where it's been covered for so long, and it tickles when Joe rubs his cheek along Patrick's, slow and sweet and laughing quietly. "Smooth move, Stump."
It doesn't matter that he's still not quite awake, Patrick can't let that go by without hitting him.