Peterick Oneshots <3

Lap

Folie era

Pete couldn't concentrate. Probably because it was six thirty in the morning and he hasn't slept in three days.

He sighs before leaning back in his chair. He can't think of anything else to write. It all spilled out of him for hours now he's bone dry.

"Pete?"

Pete turns to the small voice. He says a tired looking Patrick in one of his hoodies.

"Hey, good morning, baby." Pete smiles.

Patrick slugs his way to Pete.

"Wanna sit?" Pete asks.

Patrick turns to get a chair but Pete pulls him by his waist. He sets him down on his lap. Patrick shivers. He's fully awake now.

"P-Pete." Patrick whispers.

"Mhm." Pete hums as he stares at the lyrics from earlier. Patrick stays quiet. It's awkward.

"What's wrong?" Pete asks.

Still nothing.

Patrick. What's wrong?" Pete repeats more sternly.

"N-nothing." Patrick mutters.

Pete puts down the pencil and looks at Patrick. "Obviously something is wrong since you're stuttering." Pete places his thumb on Patrick's chin.

Patrick just shifts in Pete's lap.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

Patrick is unresponsive.

Pete begins to slide him off and he shakes his head vigorously. Pete stares at Patrick again.

"It's just weird." Patrick finally says.

"What's weird?" Pete asks.

"Sitting in your lap." Patrick replies quietly.

Pete heard him loud and clear. It was adorable.

"What's that, cutie?" Pete asks.

Patrick blushes profusely and looks away. Pete laughs into Patrick's neck.

"M just messin' with ya Trick. I think it's adorable." Pete smiles.

Patrick is now the color of a tomato.

"What's so weird about it?" Pete asks.

Patrick sighs loudly. He should have never brought it up. "It's just weird." He replies.

Pete raises his eyebrow. Patrick shifts again. Pete giggles. "Oh I get it." He laughs.

"What?" Patrick pouts.

"You think it's like some sexual thing, huh? Some kinky shit, right?" Pete smirks. "It's only sexual if you make it that way."

"Th-that's not-not what I-I m-meant!" He protests.

Pete presses his lips to Patrick's. "S okay babe. If you wanna give me a little lap dance I won't decline." He mutters lowly against Patrick's ear.

Patrick shoves his face into Pete's bare chest in embarrassment. Pete laughs again. "God you are such a pervert." Patrick murmurs into Pete's  neck.

Pete smiles down at him. "Wanna help me finish these lyrics?" He asks.

Patrick nods and attempts to turn himself in Pete's lap. Only applying a lot of pressure and Pete monad out.

"Fuck the goddamn lyrics, first we are fucking."