Ship: Pete/Andy
Words: 259

(Based off of that because it's cute af also cringe warning)

"Where are Joe and Patrick?" Andy asks from the bed Pete and him are sharing. They'd just arrived to Chicago about an hour ago but Andy was too tired to unpack. So instead, he had ended up collapsing on the hotel bed and watching as Pete threw off his shirt.

"I think Patrick's just taking in his city. You know he loves this place. And Joe went with him." Pete says as he flops down in bed beside Andy, now with a bare chest, "While they're gone, I was thinking we could have a little fun..." Pete whispers, looking the taller man up and down, licking his lips slightly.

"Not now, I'm exhausted." Andy groans with a smile.

"Come on it'll be quick." Pete begs.

"No,"

Pete huffs in frustration but finally just wraps his arms around Andy's chest and bends his legs at the knees, cuddling into the redhead.

"Why are you always the little spoon?" Pete asks suddenly.

Andy shrugs with a short laugh, "I don't know, you wanna switch?"

Pete hesitates but shakes his head, "Nah... you're always little spoon. I don't mind it."

He gives Andy a quick kiss on the neck before resting his head and shutting his eyes, placing his forehead between his shoulder blades.

There's silence and it's actually kind of peaceful.

And then,

"What the fuck is poking me in the ass?"

"Um..." Pete blushes even though Andy can't see, "Just go to sleep."