OPERATION: YOUNGBLOOD | Peterick

Chapter 14

Thought I'd show you what kept me from writing this weekend. It's my baby.

Pete was stunned. One moment he was trying to catch up on some Japanese game show and the next he had a lapful of Patrick. He didn't know how to react at first, but he caught on and grabbed Patrick's waist and kissed back with the same amount of intensity.

They bit and sucked until the taste of copper interrupted them. Pete forced himself to pull back and look at Patrick. Patrick tried to push forward again but Pete stopped him.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to." Patrick answered like it was obvious and surged forward again. Pete held him by his shoulders.

"Are you drunk?"

"No."

"Are you sure? How many drinks have you had?"

"Two. But I'm fine I promise."

"Patrick-"

His face fell. "Do you not want this?"

"No, no, no, it's not like that," Pete fought to save himself. He pulled Patrick up further on his lap. "I just don't know why it's so sudden and I don't want you to hate yourself for it again."

Patrick was quiet and he leaned down and rested his forehead on Pete's shoulder. His arms were still wrapped around his tan neck.

"It's different this time," Patrick said when he pulled himself back up. "I want this."

"...How can I trust you? How do I know you're not going to freak out on me again?"

"Oh like that was all my fault!" Patrick laughed. "To be fair I was pretty pissed about losing my fucking job! "

"Okay okay truce," Pete laughed and waved his hand. "But no freaking out in the morning?"

Patrick smiled. "No freaking out in the morning."

"Good." Pete grinned suspiciously and quickly turned Patrick over on his back. He burst out in laughter and Pete dipped in to kiss him again. This time the buzz in Patrick's veins wasn't from the alcohol.

•••

Patrick woke up to tiny streams of light filtering through the hotel blinds. He tried to roll forward to check the time on the alarm clock, but the stiff arm around his waist kept him in place. A panic set in for a moment, but he looked down to find a sea of tattoos against his pale skin. He immediately relaxed.

Judging by the way it wasn't too terribly bright out, Patrick decided it was no later than early morning. Enough time to roll over and tuck his face into Pete's neck and go back to sleep.

•••

"Morning sleepyhead," Pete muttered when Patrick's eyes fluttered open. He smiled down at the ginger below him and kissed his forehead. "No freaking out?"

Patrick smirked, shook his head, and nuzzled further into Pete's warm skin. He started to leave messy, open-mouthed kisses to his neck and Pete chuckled.

"Today's the big day, are you ready?"

Patrick looked up at him for a short moment, then captured his mouth in a wet kiss.

"Don't talk," he mumbled. "Don't wanna think about that right now."

Pete scooted back in surprise. "You don't? I thought you'd be head over heels in excitement!"

Patrick met his eyes for the first time that morning. "The nerves are just setting in, y'know?"

Pete nodded. Both were silent until he sighed and began to sit up. "Well c'mon then, we can't just stay in bed all day."