A Picture Can Speak a Thousand Words (Peterick)

Claustrophobia

"Wait w-what the heck are you doing, Pete?" I stutter, my mouth half-covered by Pete's hand as he closes the storage closet door behind us. The space is tiny, a few shelves behind me holding up what I can only describe as 'useless shit'. I back up against them, Pete's body moving in unison with mine in the tight space. I know why Pete brought me here, I'm not dumb. And I'm not saying I don't want it to happen. I can't help but panic. I can only just see the shadows across Pete's face in the darkness as he stares at me, studying my expression.

I bring a hand up to Pete's neck absent-mindedly, sliding my fingers up across the smooth, tanned skin. Pete purrs into the darkness, gently pressing himself against me, making me notice the situation I was creating with my hand. I instantly pull my hand back as if I'd just burnt it or something and Pete's expression quickly becomes confused. I hadn't intended to heat things up, I was seeking comfort. My breathing suddenly turns to panting as I grasp onto the edge of the shelf behind me. Pete's eyes go wide, and he quickly brings his hands to hold my sides.

"Patrick. Patrick, what's wrong? Are you afraid of the dark? Patrick." Pete rushed, stroking his hands up and down my arms in an attempt to calm me down.

"Cla- clau- stra- pho- bic," I get out between pants. God damn it I was trying so hard to slow my laboured breathing, but being in a store closet alone with the hottest guy I know wasn't helping at all.

Pete maneuvers around as if he's about to open the closet door when I realise what he's doing. Before he can ruin this one chance I have, I grasp onto his shirt collar and harshly pull him back to me. His lips crash to mine, a surge of electricity powering through me. Pete's lips move against mine slowly, deepening the kiss. I kiss him just as deeply, all the while melting against him as he wraps his arms around my waist.

Before I can press myself into Pete and deepen the kiss more, Pete is moving back, opening the door harshly and jumping through it in one quick movement. I go to say something to stop him but the door is already closing again. And with that, he was gone.

Needless to say, neither of us went back to Mr Way's classroom like Pete said we would.