Irresistible (Peterick/side Trohley)

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Word Count--1029

"You're joking, P. That's insane!" Andy says loudly, making everyone in the office give us death glares. He lowers his voice and says, "He hasn't even mentioned another person other than Ash since they split,"

"Peculiar. Pete seemed like the manwhore type when I first met him," I say, shrugging. Pete decides to walk up at that exact moment.

"I was before Ashlee," Pete says, sitting next to me. "So after this case, are you going back home?" Quick to change the subject, yeah?

"Depends on what happens," I say, grabbing a file. "Let's get started," I really don't want to think about what I'm going to do after the case ends. I don't have it figured out yet.

"The body of Bailey Jenkins was found yesterday. He fits the description. Blonde hair, blue eyes, naked but no sexual assault," Andy says. Pete and I look at each other. This is getting worse day by day.

"So blonde hair blue eyed twenty-two year olds -- or someone that looks it --that are gay. Hmm," Joe says aloud. I look up from the file, about to say something when I realise that Joe and Andy are staring at me.

When Pete notices, he says, "No. No, and that is final,"

"Pete," I say, my eyes have what I hope is a pleading look in them. If this is what it takes, then it'll have to work. He shakes his head again.

"No," He says simply, crossing his arms over his chest. Sure, Pete might be good at arguing, but I'm better.

"Why? Give me a good reason why, Pete, and I won't do it," Two can play at this game, I think, crossing my arms.

"Because I said so," His face is blank, which makes it hard to see why he's doing all of this. There's really no need at all.

"Pete, I'm a grown man. You can't keep me from doing this when you have no valid reason!"

"You can't, Patrick. You can't leave me when I just met you. I'm not ready to let you go too," Pete stands up quickly, rushing to the bathroom. I look from Andy and Joe, waiting on an answer for what the fuck all of that was about.

"Before Ashlee," Andy starts shakily, tears in his eyes, "Pete was in love with a guy named Dallon. They were actually engaged. Until Dallon broke his heart," I let out a gasp, eyes wide.

"You're joking," I say, refusing to believe that anyone would do that to Pete of all people. Sure, he was kind of a dick at first, but he's hot and has a chill personality (when he's not worried about germs, germs, germs killing him slowly).

"Nope. He had to chose between becoming a rockstar and staying with Pete. He even changed his last name after they broke the engagement. Said he didn't want to risk Pete finding him," My mouth dropped open.

"Holy shit," I run a hand through my hair as I think about that. Dallon. Why does that name sound so familiar?

"Maybe you should go talk to him," All thoughts of Dallon are out of my head when Joe says that. I look at him like he has three heads.

"What? I met him, like, eight days ago!" I defend, crossing my arms over my chest. Andy gives me a look. Like a 'He likes you' look. "Fine," I grumble, getting up.

I tap on the bathroom door, not bothering to try the handle when I know it's already locked. Pete opens the door and pulls me in faster than lightening.

"They told you, didn't they? They told you how he broke my heart. Ash tried to put the pieces back together, but we know how that turned out," He says. After a while, he adds, "I'm broken, Patrick," He leans back, head in hands.

I tilt his chin up to where he's looking at me and say, "Then let me fix you, Pete," I kiss his forehead and hug him as he breaks down on my chest.

It's hard. It's hard seeing someone that I thought was so strong just break. Like a smooth, delicate sheet of glass being dropped onto hard concrete. He just breaks apart right there in my arms, sobbing and mumbling different things.

But as I continue to think on the subject, I understand it more. People don't cry because they're weak. They cry because they've been strong for too long.

Maybe Pete's been strong for way too long. Maybe it's the only chance he's gotten to actually open up to someone other than two married guys who have no idea what he's going through because all they've ever experienced is happiness and have only been in love once in their whole lives. No, I don't know what he's going through, but I am willing to listen to everything he has to say until he has it all out of his system.

"You didn't have to do this," Pete says after what seems like forever. I don't mind, though. I'd hold him forever if he needed it.

"I wanted to," I whisper. Talking at a normal volume doesn't seem right at the moment. Like it would ruin everything in a simple second.

Pete just looks into my eyes, getting closer to my face. All I can do is look at his face. It looks really nice in this light. It's almost like his entire body is.. glowing. Like everything's getting better slowly.

My gaze drops to his lips as he keeps leaning in. They're plump, pink, and soft. I already know.

Suddenly, the only thing going through my head is, 'Maybe he'll kiss me,' and honestly, I don't know where that came from. But I want him to. Very badly.

Instead, his forehead touches mine. We stay like that for a long, long time, getting lost in each other's eyes. My own baby blue eyes stare into his wide-eyed browns.

If I had the choice, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else with anyone else. Well, maybe if I met Bowie. But only if Pete could come to.