Part two because this was adorable and I wanted to write more.

I think I might even do a part three like I'm a slut for this story and I don't even care

I'm also a slut for adding in a "Thanks Pete" reference wherever possible

Warnings: Homophobic slurs/Behaviour :(

I feel really bad for making Patrick's bro Kevin into an asshole but here we go:

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"What was it that got ya, in the end? It was the fedora, wasn't it?" Patrick grinned cheekily, and Pete shoved the aforementioned headwear down over his eyes.

"It was everything. But mainly the face." Pete tipped the hat back up and squished Patrick's cheeks between his soft hands with a laugh. "I saw you and I just thought 'Wow. That is the most beautiful human being I have ever set eyes upon.'." Patrick went red and looked to the floor, trying and failing to suppress a shy but wide smile.

"Yeah, alright. You're pretty okay, too." He flicked his eyes back up from the bathroom floor to Pete's face, then back to the tile, squirming a little in embarrassment.

"I love you." Pete reminded him. Patrick put his hands out and pulled Pete suddenly forward into a hug, burying his heated face in the slightly older boy's neck with a sigh.

"Wow."

"What?"

"You're actually real. I almost can't believe it. You're real and you're here and you love me and we just made out in our school bathroom."

"Yeah, I know. I'm still processing it myself." Pete paused. "M-Maybe we should do it again, just to be a hundred percent sure that I'm real, you know?" Patrick huffed a laugh into Pete's neck, his warm breath making the black-haired man shiver. Patrick pecked his neck affectionately, before nuzzling back into his shoulder.

"Alright, I think I can force myself. But I don't wanna move. You're really nice to cuddle." Pete felt his heart pang and he held the blonde a little closer against his chest.

"Here, here, look." He bent to sit down, pulling off his jacket and laying it on the floor. Pete sat down on half of it, his back against the cupboards under the sinks and his legs stretched out in front of him, making grabby hands for Patrick. "Come here."

"A bathroom floor, really?"

"It looks clean enough. And I put my jacket down. I thought you said you wanted to cuddle me?" Pete feigned a pout, furrowing his eyebrows and looking up at the blonde with his best puppy eyes.

"Okay, no, that's adorable. Stop." Patrick dropped to his knees before crawling up Pete's body, wrapping his arms around the other boy's neck and cuddling into his side. Pete grabbed Patrick's fedora and put it on his own head with a smirk, before wrapping his arms around Patrick and turning to face him, full on lying on the floor, now. But he was mainly on his jacket, it was fine.

"You're so pretty." Pete hummed, rubbing Patrick's side.

"Mm... Stop it, you cheesy fucker."

"I don't fuck cheese, thank you. Just attractive blonde boys." Pete winked at him and Patrick blushed deeply, refusing to entertain the thought.

"Pete, please! Dinner and a movie first!" Patrick scoffed. Pete chuckled.

"What ice cream do you like? No, wait let me guess." Patrick nodded. "Hmm... You look like a vanilla or strawberry kinda guy. I'll go with vanilla."

"Yup. I pretty much like vanilla and coffee. Congrats on finding out that I'm actually just boring."

"Speaking of boring, we should probably be getting back soon, before the parental units actually remember they have children that they're supposed to be looking after." Patrick groaned and rolled off of Pete.

"No..." He whined, looking at him with pleading blue eyes. "I wanna stay here with you!"

"I know, 'trick, I know. I do too. But the intermission should be soon, if it hasn't already started, people will start coming in. At least we'll be next to each other, right?"

"Yeah but I can't do anything or people will see. I want to kiss you and hug you and not be bored out of my mind." Patrick complained, frowning.

"We can hold hands? And you can put your head on my shoulder and people might think it's just because you're tired?"

"It's better than nothing, I guess. I love you." Pete's heart jumped.

"I love you too." He smiled, warm and genuine.

"I like the nickname 'trick, by the way. Don't know where it came from, but keep that up." The two boys smiled, and Pete leant forward. They kissed again and again, never actually joining lips properly and instead pecking at each other's mouths and cheeks sweetly. Patrick's hand found the back of Pete's neck and his fingers tangled themselves in the hair there as he sat up and pulled him in for a proper kiss. Both their eyes fluttered shut and Pete hummed into it, holding Patrick's waist in his hands. Pete's back hit the locked cupboard behind him, and he inhaled sharply through his nose, gripping the blonde a little harder as Patrick moved to straddle his lap, sliding a hot tongue into his mouth.

There was a creak as the door opened, but neither of the boys noticed, too preoccupied in trying to count the other's teeth with their tongues, until a small 'O-oh' sounded behind them. The both jumped away from eachother, Pete smacking his head back against the wall and swearing, while Patrick leapt up out of his lap and onto the floor, swearing internally when his movement caused the hand dryers to go off. Patrick could've cried when he recognised who it was that had caught them.

"Well, little brother. What do we have here?" Pete furrowed his brow, looking over to gauge Patrick's reaction in case he needed help.

"Kevin, I- Please, just-" Patrick started to panic. "I-I can explain!"

"Yeah, what, you want me to wait here while you come up with an excuse, or should I get back to mom?"

"No, Kevin, you wouldn't tell her, right?! Oh, God, please don't tell mom!"

"Hmm... You know what? I just might think about telling her, since you brought it up. I wonder how she would feel, knowing her 'Angel I a son' was a faggot. And a slut, too." The words stung Pete, and he shot whoever this 'Kevin' was the dirtiest look he could muster. If that was what he felt, he couldn't imagine how it must be hurting to Patrick.

"Kevin, I'm begging you, please don't tell mom! Please!" Patrick had started to cry. Pete scooted over and hugged him, the blonde sniffling into his shirt.

"Aw, is your latest scheduled dick-to-suck comforting you, now? How much is he paying you?" Patrick gripped him harder, and Pete stood up.

"Hey, dude, I don't know who the fuck you think you are talking to him like that, and I don't care if you're related or not, do us a favour and shut your goddamn filthy mouth." Pete glared at him, seething.

"I bet that's not what you'd say to Patrick once he gets those cock-sucking lips of his around your dick." Pete picked up his jacket from the floor, taking Patrick's hand in his own and pushing him through the door. He turned to utter one last thing, before exiting swiftly after the blonde.

"I wonder how your mom would feel if she knew you were smoking weed in the school bathrooms," He nodded at the small bag and lighter poking out of Kevin's jacket. "Where did you get the money for that, sucking dick in a back alley? Because that's the only good you'll ever do with that mouth, and you might as well keep it shut and stop spouting those lies about your brother."

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"Hey, 'Trick, babe, are you gonna be alright?" Patrick felt his cheeks warm at the pet name that Pete didn't seem conscious of using, and he sniffed, rubbing his face.

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to cry, Kevin's just an asshole."

"You shouldn't let him treat you like that."

"I know." Patrick took off his glasses that had steamed up and rubbed them on the edge of his shirt, before pushing them back onto his nose.

"H-Hey, you wanna come to mine tonight, after this?" Pete offered, and Patrick smiled.

"I'd love to."

"Let's go back to the hall, I'll ask my mom. She probably won't mind." Pete took Patrick's hand gently and they walked together back to their seats.

"Hey, mom."

"Petey, where were you?" Pete heard Patrick snicker next to him, muttering 'Petey' under his breath.

"I went to the bathroom. Anyway, I meant to ask. I met someone here and he seems pretty cool, can he come over?"

"Sure, honey, it's good you're making friends. Is this him?" Both boys nodded.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Wentz. I'm Patrick." Patrick offered his hand, and Pete's mother shook it.

"You too, but please, call me Dale. Are you with the family next to us?" Patrick nodded.

"That's how we met each other. Pete fell asleep in my chair by accident." Pete groaned and shoved a smirking Patrick.

"Oh, well, sorry about that. But yes, as long as it's okay with your parents, you can come over for as long as you like."

"Cool, thanks mom." Pete gave her a quick, embarrassed hug, before telling Patrick to go and ask his mother about it.

"Hey, mom, can I have some money for ice cream?" Pete pointed to the person bringing around ice cream for the intermission once Patrick had left.

"Sure, here, get some for your friend, too." She handed him a ten dollar bill, and Pete smiled.

"I was going to. Thanks." He left, making his way to the woman that he had now identified as his English teacher with the money in his hand.

"Hey, Miss Williams. Can I have vanilla and chocolate?"

"Oh, hello, Pete. Do you want them in seperate tubs, or the same?" Pete thought for a moment, considering just getting them in the same tub. Patrick might think it was unhygenic. But, seeing as they probably had more of the other's saliva in their mouths than their own, Pete chose for them to share a tub. If Patrick complained, he would just say it was better for the environment.

"The same, please. Oh, and could I get a flake in the vanilla side?"

"Sure. that's eight dollars, please. Pick a spoon." Pete took a green spoon for himself and a blue one for Patrick, judging a colour based off his outfit, and handed the money over.

"Keep the change, I can't be bothered. Thanks, Miss." Pete gave a small wave and picked up the tub, starting to eat his side already as the head teacher got back on stage and informed them that the second half should be starting soon and that they should get back to their seats.

"Yo, 'Trick, what'd your mom say?" Pete patted the younger boy's bottom as he came up behind him, making Patrick turn around with a momentarily shocked expression, before realising who it was and scoffing.

"Wow, thanks for that, 'Petey'." He rolled his eyes. "She said it's cool. I also told her what Kevin said and she's gonna speak to him later." Patrick scratched behind his ear.

"Good! I got us ice cream- Oh, fuck, sit down. I'm getting glared at." They hurrriedly got into their respective seats, Pete handing the ice cream tub over. "I got chocolate for me and vanilla for you. And a flake for you, too." He whispered.

"Thanks, Pete." Patrick whispered back, taking the tub and eating a spoonful of his own flavour and laying his head on Pete's shoulder. "Love you."

"Love you too, 'Trick."