Ship: Patrick/Pete
Words: 659

"Patrick?" I called from the front door. As I waited for him to reply, I set my bag down and hung up my coat but it was still silence. He must've been asleep.

Careful not to wake him, I slipped down the halls and into the bedroom to see him resting peacefully under the blankets and sheets. He was sprawled out in a position that looked extremely uncomfortable but comfortable at the same time.

I smirked at the sight before pulling off my own clothes and crawling into bed, tired. I wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my head into his shoulder and taking in his scent.

The smell of... Well... Patrick. I loved that smell. It made me think happy thoughts and it let my mind wander to the joyful memories we shared together. It made me think of home.

He moved slightly, letting me feel his soft skin under my fingertips, right where I had left bruises about a month ago. He used to be so innocent. What did you do to him, Pete?

Oh yeah, he gave me his virginity.

No, that was a bit of a lie. It was more like I had asked for his virginity over and over again because I kept getting a boner when he did certain things and masturbation was not enough for me.

So he finally gave up his virginity, and God, he was amazing. He hadn't had experience with it before but he knew exactly how to move out of reflex and instinct which I found really awesome since, well, he knew how to get me off without any practice.

I mean of course I had to admit some of my kinks and shit which was embarrassing, but whatever, he still did a good job handling all the pain. All the pain I caused him.

I felt horrible about that. I felt horrible for doing that to him even though he said it was fine and it felt good in the end I still felt guilty.

I was taken back into reality when he rolled over and smiled, seeing my face then blushing when he realized I was naked, too. His gaze went down my chest, to my stomach, and down to my crotch.

His cheeks turned a deeper red, "Hey, Pattycakes, my eyes are up here."

He looked up into my eyes and smirked slightly, still blushing a mad red, "Don't call me that."

"I'll call you Pattycakes if I want to," I replied, my voice getting softer as my lips moved closer to his, "And there's nothing you can do about it."

My lips grazed his before finally leaning in the rest of the way and pressing against his.

Soft. He was so soft. His skin. His lips. His gaze.

He was like a pillow I could hug and cuddle up with whenever I wanted and he'd always be okay with it. He was cute. Extremely cute. And I didn't call a lot of things cute.

He tugged on my lip slightly before pulling away, "Why are you naked, exactly?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because you are, too." I replied, "And I missed you too much to stay in the living room so I thought I'd join you."

He gave me a half smile and replied, "Fair game, Wentz."

I buried my face in his chest and a giant grin crossed over my face. Probably the biggest grin I'd ever managed in my life. And you'd never guess who put that grin on my face.

"Patrick?"

"Hmm?" He asked, his fingers brushing through my black hair.

"I love you. I love you a lot. Like, more than I've ever loved anyone else." I replied.

He let out a short snicker, "I love you, too, Pete."

He kissed my forehead and we laid there, letting sleep eventually take us into the darkness, through the night, and up until morning.