Band Ships Fluff and Smut(Frerard,Peterick,Ryden)

Chapter 5

*PATRICK POV*

As I fumbled with the keys to my house I could feel Pete's eyes on me. I had a feeling he was growing impatient, so I turned to reassure him.

"Just a minute"

"No, please take all the time you need. A prize like you is worth waiting for." He finished his sentence with a wink. My cheeks were burning up and my insides were melting. Okay, so maybe I was the one growing impatient. I finally found the key and forced it into the lock. I turned the knob and rushed the door open. As soon as I had tossed the keys into the bowl (I picked up a few habits from Sheldon on BBT) the door slammed and Pete's lips crashed into mine.

He pushed me against the wall nearest the stairs. He begin kissing at me neck with the occasional nip her and there. I tangled my fingers in the hair on the back of his head as he grabbed my thigh and lifted it, bringing our bodies closer together. As he begin sucking at my soft spot, I felt as if I was being lifted. Pete is hella strong because he raised me off the ground to get a better angle. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed lips to his, one hand on his neck, the other still tangled in his hair.

He carried and laid me down on my giant couch as our tongues twirled and explored the smoothness of each others mouths. As our little make out session continued, growing intense. His hands roamed up and down my sides, the kiss igniting with all of the passion behind our hidden feelings. As his begin roaming downwards, I pushed him off and sat up.

"I'm so sorry did I violate some sort of boundary?" He questioned apologetically.

"Me? With boundaries? For you? Please, don't make me laugh." This arose a smirk and he bit his lip, sizing me up.

"Yeah I guess you're right." He said confidently while intertwining his fingers and placing his hand behind his head. He put his feet on my lap and chuckled.

"So,Pete, can we talk?" The color drained from his face and his expression turned serious. He removed his feet from my lap and placed his hands on his knees. A worried expression flashed over my face and he moved towards me.

As he reached towards me I flinched, but he only took my hands in his own. A tear or two fell from my cheeks. I knew someone like him could never like me. He took my face in his hand and wiped away my tears.

"Patrick, this might be crazy, but I think I love you."

"W-what?"