I Do I Did

Forty One

Pete was sitting at his desk with his laptop open in front of him as always. Patrick was sitting on Pete's lap pretending to pay attention to what he was showing him on the screen. All he saw were line, numbers and bars. None of it actually made sense in his head.

He groaned and threw his head back to rest it on Pete's shoulder. Turning it so he was facing his neck. He stuck his tongue out. Pressing it against Pete's skin, just under his ear.

"Can we just watch some porn?" He whined.

"No." Pete laughed.

Patrick pressed his hand against Pete's knee. Squeezing briefly. "Can we just make some porn then?"

"That's it." Pete pushed the chair away from his desk. He lifted Patrick off of his lap and stood. "Go sit on the sofa."

"No." He pouted.

"Yes. You said you weren't going to distract me. And you're distracting me."

"I'm not-"

"Sit!" He pointed to the couch.

Patrick didn't argue anymore. He bowed his head and sat down in the comfortable seat. Pete sat back down at his desk. Typing more boring shit into the computer.

Instead of taking out his phone and busying himself, Patrick decided to just watch Pete. He was wearing his usual suit except the jacket was draped over the back of his chair. And his sleaves were rolled up to his elbows. Showing off the tattoos he always tried so hard to hide from the public.

Pete could feel Patrick watching him. He glanced up from the computer screen to confirm. Smiling when his dark eyes connected with Patrick's angel blue ones. Patrick smiled back and Pete felt his chest tighten. He'd definitely made the right decision in choosing Patrick. No one else could effect him the way that little man did.

"I love you." Patrick said for no reason at all. Just making Pete's chest tighten even more.

"I love you more." And he did. Patrick had no idea how much he did.

"Can I have a kiss?" He widened his eyes innocently and stuck out his bottom lip.

Pete smirked. "You're just trying to distract me again."

"Me?" He touched his hand to his chest in faux shock.

"Yes you!"

Pete's eyes were crinkling at the sides from how wide he was smiling. When was the last time they were this simply happy? Just for no reason at all? It felt dangerous almost. Every time they were in good spirits, something terrible happened.

Pete's smile slowly disappeared. What was it going to be this time? More cheating allegations? Bad press reviews? Brendon and Ryan problems? It was like they weren't allowed to be happy.

"What's wrong?" Patrick's eyebrows knit in confusion as Pete's smile vanished from his face.

"Something bad is going to happen."

"What?" Patrick stood from the couch and looked around the room. "Why would you say that?"

"I can feel it. When has the universe ever allowed us to be this carefree?"

"Well-"

"We couldn't even have a peaceful wedding day."

"Holy smokes." He covered his mouth with his hand. "You're right."

A knock at the door interrupted their private worry session. Pete sat up straighter in his chair.

"Come in."