Patrick lies sprawled out on their bed, staring at the dark ceiling. He listens to Pete's gentle breathing, his ins and outs. A tanned, tattooed arm suddenly snakes around his waist and pulls him in.
"Mm... Trick?" Pete mumbles into the back of his neck, warm and familiar.
"Hmm?" Patrick rolls over to face Pete, who's dark eyes are wide open.
"I'm not tired."
Patrick sighs. He grins and kisses Pete's forehead.
"Go to sleep, asshole." Patrick whispers, closing his eyes once again. Pete grunts and reaches for the lamp on the desk, turning it on. Patrick groans and buries his face into his pillow. Pete snickers and crawls on top of Patrick, nipping at his neck.
"C'mon, Patty-cakes, get up."
"It's 3am! Why the fuck would I be getting up?" Patrick questions, disgruntled.
"Because I want do to naughty things to you," Pete teases.
"Just get up, asshole."
Patrick giggles shyly into the pillow.
"Fine, fine."
Patrick lifts his head up from the pillow, greeted by Pete hovering atop him. Patrick's hazel eyes are laced with sleep, darker than usual, while Pete's are lively and dilated.
He grins ear to ear.
"Hi, babe," Pete's voice dripping with honey. Patrick nearly wants to punch him, yet at the same time pin him to the mattress. But that's just how it is with Pete. He's annoying as fuck sometimes, but you have to love him.
"Hi, Pete." Patrick cups his face and kisses him, his thumb tracing his jawline.
"So tell me again why we're up right now?" Patrick whispers.
"One, I can't sleep. And two, I can't stop thinking about tomorrow." Pete brings Patrick's hand to his lips and kisses his palm, his wrist.
Tomorrow was valentines day, Patrick's favorite time of the year because of Pete. Pete's always romantic and great in bed, but nothing like he is on Valentines day. Pete's all over him, recreating every fantasy Patrick's ever told him about, just driving him crazy. Patricks always felt bad because he's never really given Pete a present that's nearly as exceptional as his are, but this year Patrick decides he would like to turn things around, drive Pete fucking insane with desire, and he thinks he knows just how to pull it off.
"Neither can I. I can't wait for you to see your gift." Patrick grins slyly.
"Can I get a sneak peak?" Pete asks, his hands traveling up Patrick's shirt.
"Sure, but just a small one."
Patrick winks. Pete bites his lip, and peels off Patricks shirt. Pete presses his lips against his neck, licking at his pulse. Patrick moans lightly and sinks his fingertips into Pete's back, loving how good it feels to have Pete on top of him. Pete kisses him deeply, tongue brushing against Patrick's. They moan inside each other's mouths.
"Yeah, this was definitely worth getting up for." Patrick grins, breaking the kiss.
"Agreed. You're so beautiful, Trick." Pete whispers in his ear. They intertwine their fingers and Patrick kisses him deeply. As Pete trails kisses down his stomach, Patrick grips Pete's hair between his fingers.
"Pete, Pete, hey. Look, I'm really tired. Like, too tired for that... Do you just wanna, make out, maybe?" Patrick sends him a smile and raises his eyebrows, and Pete looks up at him with a pouty expression.
"Don't give me that look."
Pete teasingly licks at the skin above his boxers.
"Pete..." Patrick warns.
"What? I'm not doing anything."
He smile and pulls Patrick's pajama pants down to his knees, struggling since Patrick wouldn't contribute in helping him get them off.
He positions himself into Patrick's lap, making sure that their erections were near each other, and grinds into him. Patrick lets out a sigh and gives himself over to Pete, letting him do what he wants.
It's starts out fairly slow, but gradually gets rougher and hotter, every grinding motion pushing them one step closer to climax.
"Fuck, Pete, I really, oh, fucking hate you right now." Patrick says through clenched teeth.
"I doubt that..." Pete scuffs, kissing Patrick.
"I bet you're not tired now."
"Pete, fuck, harder." Patrick whimpers as they grind into each other, breathing heavily. Patrick rolls his eyes to the back of his head as Pete breathes against his neck, making a low moan of pleasure leave Patrick's lips. Suddenly, the grinding stops, and before Patrick could whimper for more or find out why Pete's whispering in his ear.
"You know what?" Pete says, stretching his arms and yawning, "I think I'm too tired for this."
Pete grins and slides back under the covers next to Patrick.
"Oh, you fucking-" Patrick stops himself and sighs. "You're fucking cruel."
"Payback." Pete whispers, an essence of cockiness in his voice.
"You're getting it tomorrow." Patrick threatens. "You're fucking getting it."
"Can't wait, Pattycakes."
Pete smiles and shuts off the light, once again placing his arm around Patrick's waist.
"I mean it," Patrick whispers. "I'm going to drive you insane."
Pete kisses his temple and falls asleep with his face burrowed in Patrick's neck.
"I can't wait to see the look on your face tomorrow," Patrick mumbles.
"You're gonna love it."
