Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

94. Needy

Senseless fluff, my specialty. Post-MANIA era.

Pete lays in bed reading for an hour before he starts to get tired. He yawns and rubs his eyes, glancing at the time: it's well past midnight. He puts his bookmark in his book and sets it on his nightstand. He slides out from under the covers and pads to the music room. There, Patrick is hunched over his desk as he adjusts GarageBand settings on his computer. Pete smiles fondly at the sight.

"Patrick," he croons. He takes a few more steps forward, stopping by Patrick's chair. "I'm ready for bed."

"Okay," Patrick says without looking up. "I'll be there in a minute."

Pete pouts. He knows if he leaves, Patrick will remain lost in his work and fall asleep slumped over his desk. He pulls Patrick's chair out, just a little, and slides into his lap, wrapping his arms around Patrick's neck. He's careful not to block Patrick's view as he lays his cheek against Patrick's hair— that would just annoy him, not make him want to join Pete in the warmth and comfort of their bed. "I'll just wait with you, then."

Patrick chuckles softly, an arm coming to wrap around Pete's waist. "Someone's needy," Patrick teases. Still, Pete knows he has his attention, because Patrick turns his head to nuzzle Pete's jaw. Pete can't help grinning at the gesture.

"Come to bed," he whispers. "I want to cuddle with you."

Patrick locks eyes with him, gaze soft in the blue light of his computer screen. Even tired and obsessing over his music, he's the prettiest thing Pete's ever seen. The warmth spreading through Pete's chest tells him Patrick's thinking something similar.

Patrick leans up the slightest bit, pressing his lips to Pete's in a chaste kiss. Pete's eyes flutter shut as he melts into it, but Patrick pulls back before it can go any further. "Let me make sure I've saved everything, then we can go spoon, 'kay?"

"Yay," Pete says softly. Patrick presses a soft kiss to Pete's neck, and Pete takes it as his cue to go ("Let me make sure I've saved everything" holds more of a guarantee than "I'll be there in a minute"), but Patrick tightens his grip on Pete, holding him in place. Pete makes another happy sound and stays put.

"Alright, let's go," Patrick whispers a few minutes later, pressing another kiss to Pete's neck. Together, they head back to the bedroom. Pete gets under the covers and watches quietly as Patrick gets changed. Patrick turns out the light and gets in bed next to Pete. Pete presses up against him, burying his face in Patrick's neck and sighing in content.

"I thought we were going to spoon," Patrick says with a small laugh. He wraps an arm around Pete and runs a hand through his long hair, kissing the top of his head.

"In a minute," Pete responds, rubbing his nose against Patrick's skin, breathing him in.

"Thank you for coming to get me," Patrick whispers a few breaths later. "I promise I'll try to be better about my workaholic-ness."

Pete hums. "Baby, you know I don't mind as long as you're with me at bedtime."

"I know, but I want to be more present for you." Patrick kisses his head again. "You deserve it."

Pete pulls back. "I love you a lot, you know that?" he says breathlessly.

Patrick giggles. "Yeah, I love you too."

They share a passionate kiss, holding each other tight. When they break away, Patrick nudges Pete until he rolls over and pulls Pete to his chest. Pete pillows his head on Patrick's free arm as Patrick slots their legs together. Pete revels in the onslaught of contact, humming softly when Patrick kisses the nape of his neck. Pete takes Patrick's hand and kisses his palm.

"I love you," Patrick repeats, murmuring it into the side of Pete's neck.

"I love you too," Pete says. He shifts one more time, pressing against Patrick as much as he can, then settles in for the night, drifting off to sleep.