Happiness (Peterick)

seven

okay I have a lot of straight male friends that call their friends babe and shit like that and I live in a very homophobic place so fuck apparently it's okay if you're joking and not actually gay

also this is what pete looks like & patrick is recent patrick besides blonde hair

(so basically 2015!blonde!pete & 2015!blonde!patrick)

"Did you fuck him?" Joe almost shouts when Patrick comes back from the movie. He wakes his boyfriend up, who then groans and turns over.

Patrick drops his head and shakes it, letting out a sigh. "He wants to stay single,"

Joe's face drops, and Andy sits straight up. He rubs his eyes and says, "Please tell me I'm dreaming,"

"Did you tell him you liked him first?" Joe asks. Patrick shakes his head.

"Why would I? What the fuck was I supposed to say? Sorry, Pete, but I think I'm half gay, and I wanna fuck you really, really hard?" Patrick says sarcastically. Andy nods.

"I think that's a great way to do it," He says. Patrick rolls his eyes and tells them both goodnight before crossing the hall to his own room.

When he gets inside, he doesn't look towards the bed, he just begins speaking, "Joshie, I need to ask you a question," as he takes his shirt off, slipping his shoes off.

He turns around to see Josh in bed with the brunette, his legs wide open as his boyfriend thrusts into him. Patrick's mouth drops as he feels his skinnies suddenly get tighter.

"Patrick, gah!" Josh yells, covering both of them up. Patrick realises he's staring and quickly mumbles an apology before rushing out of the room in nothing but skinnies and boxers.

He decides that maybe a walk will get his mind off of things and maybe delete that mental image. He really doesn't need to think of that when he jerks off later. It would be weird, considering he has to live with the guy.

He runs into Pete, who is also shirtless, blonde hair a mess with only a pair of sweats on. Pete smiles at him, a slice of pizza in hand.

"Sup, man?" Pete asks, yawning. "I got hungry and decided to get a bite to eat,"

"I just saw my roommate get fucked," Patrick says, shivering at the image in his mind. Pete almost drops the pizza.

"Josh? By Tyler?" Pete asks as if he's amazed. "Tyler Joseph's a top?"

"That's his name? Apparently so," Patrick says, scratching the back of his head.

"He's my roommate," Pete explains. Patrick nods slowly.

"Ah, I got you. So you wouldn't mind if I came back and stayed with you for the night, right?" Patrick asks. Pete smiles.

"Thought you'd never ask, baby," He says and grins at Patrick. Patrick's heart flutters in his chest when Pete slips an arm around his neck.

They walk to Pete and Tyler's room in silence. Tomorrow -- well, today -- they're supposed to have church for those that aren't out with their parents.

Pete and Patrick most likely will not be attending. Pete unlocks the door and then falls on the bed, taking a bite of his pizza.

"Gimme a bite," Patrick says as he reaches for the slice. Pete hits his hand away. "Please, Petey," Patrick says, blinking rapidly.

"Dammit, Stump, why are you so cute?" He groans to himself. He holds the piece of pizza out, and Patrick takes a small bite before Pete brings it back to his own mouth and takes a big bite right where Patrick had just bitten.

It's not a big deal to Pete, but Patrick's kind of freaking out. Patrick's mouth basically touched Pete's.

"I wanna do something," Pete says after eating the last bite. "Fuck, man! Let's go to a bar!" He says excitedly.

"Pete, we aren't exactly old enough to get into a bar," Patrick says. Pete rolls his eyes.

"You don't say?" He says sarcastically before grinning. "I'll most likely have to get you an I.D., but I definitely don't look like I'm in high school when I don't shave," Pete explains.

"Where are you gonna get me an I.D. at?" Patrick asks in one last attempt to get out of going to a gay bar.

"Alex Gaskarth," Is all Pete says before he pulls his sweats off and puts a pair of skinny jeans on. "Here you go, baby," Pete says as he throws a shirt at Patrick.

The latter groans before pulling the tight shirt on.

--

When they arrive, seriously, Pete's a fucking genius, the bar is packed with all kinds of guys and girls. If Patrick were stupid, he'd think this was a normal bar. But he knows Pete better than that.

So when someone grabs his ass, he's not surprised to see it's a guy. The guy moves a little closer, maybe so Patrick can hear him better or maybe not.

"Come home with me, baby?" He asks, smiling at Patrick. The guy's definitely not ugly, but Patrick's not gonna let his first time with a guy be with a stranger so he simply shakes his head. "Maybe you didn't hear me? I said, you're coming home with me," He grabs Patrick's arm.

Before Patrick says anything, though, Pete appears in front of him and pushes Patrick behind him. "Maybe you didn't hear him," Pete growls, accent thicker than usual. "He said no,"

The guy is bigger than Pete, but Pete's muscles are showing really well through the white tee he's wearing, so the guy backs off. Pete turns back around and runs a hand through his own hair.

"You okay?" He asks, eyes darting around Patrick's face. Patrick nods, and Pete lets out a sigh of relief. "Good. I think I'm gonna get a drink. You want anything?"

Patrick shakes his head, but before Pete can walk away, Patrick grabs his arm and pulls him back. He pecks Pete's lips quickly as a small thank you, which catches Pete off guard.

"Oh wow," He says, scratching the back of his head. "Holy shit," Pete says. He grabs the back of Patrick's head and rests their foreheads together. "Maybe we should go?" He suggests lightly, and Patrick knows Pete wants to get laid tonight by Patrick himself.

Patrick shrugs and nods. "Yeah, sure,"

if I'm in the mood, I might write smut for the next chapter. it all depends.

update: I wrote smut.