Confessions

also it's saint patrick's day in this chapter so yay for patrick's 'kiss me I'm irish' tee that he's rocking in this.

and things happen also patrick's on the baseball team because who doesn't love baseball player!patrick??

"Andy, I'm, uh, I'm in love with you," Pete says into his mirror. He sighs. "Fuck, how am I ever going to tell him that I love him?" Pete groans, tugging on his hair. "Andy, I love you, and I want to fuck you,"

That's not it either, and Pete knows it. Andy is Andy, and Andy's probably going to stare at him, blink, and then laugh it off like nothing happened.

As Pete looks in the mirror again, he sees a wide-eyed Andy standing there, his mouth dropped open. "I, uh," Is all Pete can say.

"You're.. you're in love with me?" Andy asks. Pete's glad that he decided to avoid the 'I want to fuck you' part. Pete lets out a long sigh before nodding.

"Yeah," Pete says. He sits down on his bed and drops his head into his hands. Andy sits down next to him, patting his back. "Don't hate me," Pete pleads.

"I could never hate you, Pete. You're my best friend. Friend," Andy says, putting emphasis on the word 'friend'.

"I knew you'd say that," Pete says, tears forming in his eyes.

"Pete," Andy says, pulling him in for a hug. "Please don't cry,"

"I'm so stupid," Pete sobs into Andy's chest. "I really thought you liked me," He says honestly.

"I did, Pete," Andy tells him. Pete pulls away and looks into Andy's eyes, sniffling.

"W-What?"

"I was in love with you. Last year. When all you could think about was school, school, school," Andy admits.

"Now I really am a fucking idiot," Pete says before he breaks back down. Andy pats his back, hugging him tightly.

"I thought you and that Irish guy -- Patrick, or whatever -- had something going on. Everyone in the whole school thinks you guys are fucking," Andy says. Pete's eyes widen. "It's true!" Andy shouts.

"We're not exactly 'fucking,'" Pete says. Andy shakes his head, a ghost of a smile playing on his face.

"But you've totally thought about it," Andy accuses. Pete nods.

"He's hot. What can you do?" Pete shrugs. "But, yeah, I love you,"

"You think you love me," Andy corrects. Pete's eyebrows raise in confusion. "You love Patrick. And he loves you, too,"

"Whoa, what?" Pete asks, scooting away from Andy.

"You thought you loved me. Hell, maybe you did. But that was until you and Patrick started 'fucking,'" Andy says, quoting the word. Pete's eyes widen. Andy's right. (Seriously, when is the vegan not right?)

"You're fucking right," Pete says. He hugs Andy again. "Can I do something really quick? To be sure? You can tell Joe, and if he wants, he can beat the shit out of my later,"

"You're gonna kiss me, aren't you?" Andy asks. Pete nods. "Go ahead, it's whatever. Joe already said you could,"

Pete leans in and kisses Andy, his hands on Andy's cheeks. This doesn't feel right. Not like kissing Patrick does. Pete pulls away.

"Thank you, Andy," He kisses Andy's cheek before he runs out. He's going to be late to the big baseball game that Patrick's playing in if he's not careful.

He drives as fast as he can, and when he gets there, it's just about to start. He goes to the dugout and sees Urie. "Get Patrick for me, please,"

"I got you," Brendon tells him. He turns around and yells, "Leprechaun, your boyfriend's here to see you," in a teasing voice. Patrick mumbles something and hits Brendon in the back of his head before making his way to Pete.

"Pete?" Patrick asks, clearly confused. He rests his arms over the short fence, his head sticking out so he can hear Pete over all of the cheers for the upcoming game.

"I love you," He admits. Patrick's eyes widen. "I'm in love with you. I didn't want to accept it, but Andy made it clear to me,"

"Holy shit, Pete," Patrick grabs the collar of Pete's leather jacket and pulls him in for a sweet kiss. "I love you, too, you fuckin' idiot,"

All of the cheers stop, everyone's eyes on Pete and Patrick. Patrick looks around at all of the eyes trained on the two of them. Then everyone claps.

Someone shouts, "I fucking knew it!"

And Pete and Patrick laugh, kissing again. "Go win this for me," Pete says.

"I will," And then Pete goes up to sit with Joe and Andy (who's just arrived).

"So?" Andy asks, nudging Pete's shoulder.

"He loves me too," Pete says. Andy smirks at him.

"I knew that, dipshit. We all did. But what happens next? Are you guys gonna fuck?" He asks. Pete coughs awkwardly.

"Yeah? I mean, I guess.." Pete says, trailing off. Joe remains silent through the whole conversation.

"I heard you kissed my Andy," Joe says, putting an arm around his boyfriend. Pete shrugs.

"Well, yeah. Have you fucking seen him?" Pete asks, squeezing one of Andy's cheeks. He blushes. Joe laughs.

"Just never again," Joe says. Pete nods.

The game starts, and before Patrick runs out to his spot at catcher, he calls Pete down so he can speak to him through the fence. "You okay, babe?" Pete asks.

"I'm nervous as fuck, Panda," Patrick says honestly. Pete laughs.

"You've got this. I know you do. There's nothing you want more than this championship," Pete tells him. Patrick smirks.

"I can think of one thing I'd like more," Patrick teases. Pete shakes his head at him.

"Just go win," Pete says. He pecks Patrick's lips through a hole in the fence.

Patrick runs off to his position behind the plate so he can warm Urie up.

Two and a half hours later, the score is tied at four, and Patrick is up to bat. It's the bottom of the ninth, two outs, and he could win this. The tying run, Frank Iero, is on second base, having just hit a single, but since he's so fast, he made it into a double.

Patrick swings at the first pitch, hitting it far and foul. Everyone on their side cheers for Patrick, and the cheerleaders even start a cheer of his name.

Pete yells, "You've got it, babe!" And Patrick grins at him before looking in the air, his right foot in front of his left.

He steps in the batter's box after pulling up the long sleeve shirt he has on under his jersey. The pitcher winds up and throws the pitch. Patrick hits it to the fence. Iero scores.

Patrick runs as fast as he can and makes it to third. He gets a triple out of a double.

The winning run is on third base. Next up to bat is Mikey Way, who bunts a nice one down the first base side and makes it because Patrick goes about halfway and gets caught in a rundown.

The catcher throws it to the third baseman, who chases after Patrick. Patrick fakes him out by stepping towards him but then goes the other way, diving into home plate.

That's it. Their team just won.

Everyone on the team leaves the dugout and dives on top of Patrick, who's laughing like a maniac.

Pete runs out on the field after Patrick gets out from under the dog pile. Pete jumps in Patrick's arms. He catches him with ease, smiling and turning them in circles. Pete's never been more happy in his life.

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"I hope the after party ain't suckish," Patrick says, pulling on the shirt that Brendon gave him earlier today. It says 'Kiss me, I'm Irish' on it.

"Probably will be," Pete says. He grabs Patrick's wrist and pulls him in for a kiss. "You should wear that shirt more often,"

"If I get kisses like that, then hell fuckin' yeah," Patrick says, kissing Pete again.

"Come on. We have to go, or we'll be late," Pete says, which results in a groan from Patrick. "I'll suck your dick when we get back," Pete calls throughout the house, glad his mother isn't home.

"Comin', honey," Patrick yells, sprinting to Pete's car. He takes the keys from Pete's hand and gets in the driver's side. "I'm holdin' you to that," He whispers in Pete's ear, making him shiver.

"I know you are,"

Twenty minutes later, they're at Brendon's house where the afterparty is being held. Multiple people have come up to Patrick, congratulating him and kissing his cheek.

"I take it back. No more wearing that shirt in public," Pete says, pouting.

"Aw, come on, Panda. Don't tell me you're jealous of a bunch of girls and Gabe," Patrick says, nudging Pete.

"Shut up," He grins. Patrick pulls him in and kisses him square on the lips. "I think we should get outta here,"

"We just got here, Patrick," Pete says. Patrick grins mischievously. Patrick rolls his eyes and lets his hands roam down Pete's body, squeezing his ass. "Yeah, o-okay, we can leave," Pete croaks out.

Patrick smirks at the back of Pete's head as they make their way out of Brendon's house.

okay, so, there's going to be one more chapter (for the smut) and an epilogue before this is over

I'm kinda sad

damn

always remember that Jesus watched you read this.