Dog Pound

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After the incident that happened in the rec room Patrick had dragged Pete down to the laundry station. He was still yelling and swearing, mostly about and to Frank even though he couldn't hear a single word.

Pete had blood on his jumpsuit, Frank's blood, and a little was splattered on his face. He needed to change and clean himself up quick before any guards came by. Now if he could just. Stop. Yelling.

"Pete-" Patrick tries.

"...that asshole had it coming..."

"Calm down before-"

"...he should've never did that to you..."

If they were anywhere else Patrick would've just let Pete blow off some steam, rant as much as he wanted until he tired himself out. But they're in a juvenile correctional facility and Pete saying what he's saying is going to draw unwanted attention and ultimately lead to trouble. Punching him will do no good, Pete'll just whine about being hit for twenty minutes. Maybe he could...maybe...god it's hard to think with Pete shouting like that!

"I will fu-"

"Oh my god, dude," Patrick mutters before he grabs the other boy's face and forces his mouth on Pete's just to shut him up. It works, he's too shocked to do anything else other than stare wide-eyed at Patrick as he kisses him. His gaze stuck on where he can see their lips touching past the tip of his nose. Pete's never kissed a guy before. Thought about it? Yes. But never actually acted on it. This was going to open up so many firsts for him.

Patrick detaches his lips from Pete's and backs up. Pete's eyes are still wide, glancing between Patrick's eyes and his mouth. He's trying to make eye contact but can't because Patrick's lips are very, very, very distracting. Slightly swollen and wet and an obscene shade of pink. It's really difficult look away and stay away.

"You keep yelling like that and we'll both get in trouble, so please shut the fuck up. Okay?" Patrick says in a mild tone. Pete just watches the other boy's lips move, nodding numbly although he barely heard anything Patrick said.

Patrick grabs an extra uniform from the counter and hands it to Pete. "Get changed."

Pete silently nods again. If Patrick keeps kissing him like that he'll do anything the boy wants.

***

Two days later both of them have kitchen duty, which means that Pete is stuck with Patrick in an apron and surrounded by food all day. Normally this wouldn't be an issue, but ever since Patrick had kissed him Pete just couldn't keep his shit together. He was afraid he'd do something really stupid at some point if he had to endure being around Patrick for too long. And what made it worse was that Patrick didn't seem at all affected by the kiss. He just saw it as the only possible way to get Pete to shut his big mouth and keep them from getting in trouble. So Patrick couldn't possibly be feeling his heart pound against his ribcage as he stood beside his bunkmate while serving breakfast. That's when Pete realized he was in some deep shit.

So Pete decided to go wash dishes instead, away from Patrick, and Andy kindly took his place.

"Sup, Wentz." Joe says, taking a quick glance away from the sink then returns his eyes to where they were previously. "You here to assist?"

Pete simply nods in response and steps up beside the curly haired kid, pulling on a pair of rubber gloves to match the ones his fellow inmate was wearing.

Neither of them spoke a word after that, simply doing what had to be done. Joe washed off whatever was beneath the mound of suds with a sponge that wafted the scent of mildew into their noses but neither of them said a word about it. Joe handed off several cups, trays, and a couple of pans to Pete who sprayed the bubbles away with water and put them on a towel to the side to dry off.