Gay Lovers and Bandmates Get Kisses and Handshakes (Peterick)

Part 4 (Final Part) - thnks fr th mmrs

"So, uh, now what?" Patrick asks softly.

"We could go back to the hotel?" Pete suggests. "Goddamn I don't want to leave this though."

"Me and you, in the wake of Saturday." Patrick sings lightly.

"Shit Patrick stop that." Pete laughs.

"But it is Saturday you know." Patrick points out.

"Damn, that's true."

"So, we could stay here I guess...?"

"Well the room would be more comfortable."

"Okay then, let's head back before the other's get worried and come looking for us."

Patrick plants a quick kiss on Pete's cheek before opening the car door behind him and nearly falling out backwards. Pete catches him by the shirt and holds him close to his face while Patrick adjusts his legs. Pete kisses him lightly on the lips, then let's him get out. Patrick gets into the driver's seat, walking a little wobbly, looking around as if anyone was watching. Pete finds his shirt and hops into the passenger seat, throwing his shirt onto the dash as Patrick turns on the car and blasts the AC.

"Jesus christ, I'm so hot." Patrick mutters, shaking his head as if to shake sweat out of his face.

"Damn right you are." Pete replies. Patrick looks over at Pete and rolls his eyes.

"You're the one who's actually hot." Patrick protests.

"Fuck do you even know what you did with your hands, 'Trick. That was mmmmmmmm." Pete sighs.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." Patrick giggles innocently. "Hey and where's my hat?" Patrick looks back over to Pete to see his lover wearing his fedora. "Seriously." Patrick says in a monotone. "But that actually looks really good on you. Especially in that whole get up." Patrick smirks. Pete removes the hat from his head and places it back on Patrick, nodding in content.

"It looks best on you though."

Pete smiles while looking at Patrick, such a small man driving a rather large car, it's really quite adorable. The two drive in silence, looking over at one another occasionally, laughing when they meet eye contact.

They arrive at the hotel, park the car and head up to their rooms, Pete grabbing his shirt and his jacket full of burritos. They first knock on Andy's door with no response, then the next room, which connects to Andy's, which is Joe's. A surprised and little bit dazzled Joe answers the door, his hair in a huge puff.

"Hey guys, did you bring us back something to eat?" Joe asks, noticing a shirtless Pete and shrugging.

"Yeah, we just got a bunch of burritos and hot sauce. Here." Pete says, reaching into his crumpled up jacket to hand Joe the burritos and sauce.

"Thanks man. Hey ANDY!" Joe shouts to the back of the room. Andy appears, also shirtless, but that isn't a surprise.

"Hey you two. Have a good snack? Pete bro, you trying to look like me?" Andy asks Pete with a laugh. He grabs a burrito from Joe and nods in appreciation to Pete and Patrick. "Thanks guys."

"No problem." Patrick says. "So, we're gonna head up to our rooms. We'll catch you guys later! Congrats on a great show tonight. Lots of love to you both." Patrick announces, wrapping his arm around Pete's waist and bidding Andy and Joe farewell. Patrick has a slight skip in his step, him dragging Pete this time, back to their connected hotel rooms. Pete looks back at Andy and Joe and gives them a wave, then they disappear into their rooms.

Patrick fumbles with the room key, Pete taking it instead and sliding it in the first try, opening the door and letting Patrick in first. Patrick skips in, tossing his hat on a side table upon entering. Pete follows behind, tossing his jacket and shirt on the floor, somewhat close to Patrick's hat. He shuts the door a little too hard, causing Patrick to jump.

"Whoops, sorry bro." Pete apologizes.

"No worries." Patrick reassures. He unlocks the connecting door between his and Pete's rooms, recollecting his hat on the way.

"I'm going to change my pants and I'll be back in a second." Patrick says. Pete smirks but let's Patrick go to his room alone.

Pete scans his hotel room, as if searching for any hidden cameras. He sets up his bed for the night, then heads to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. As he's rinsing his mouth, he hears a knock at the bathroom door, opening it to be greeted by a pajama-clad Patrick.

"Oh, sorry was I interrupting?" Patrick asks worriedly. Pete forms a huge grin on his face, the kind of grin that makes him look like an adorable little duck, the grin that's irresistible and so contagious and everyone can turn happy by looking at it.

"No, I was just brushing my teeth." Pete says with a laugh. Patrick starts laughing at how big Pete's smile is.

"Why are you smiling so big?" Patrick laughs shyly.

"Oh nothing, just you." Pete replies.

In a moments time without Pete a second to think, Patrick pulls at Pete's belt loops in his jeans, pulling both of their hips close together. Pete expects another dive into a kiss, but Patrick stops before their lips meet.

"I love you so much Pete." Patrick whispers softly, looking deep into Pete's eyes.

"Patrick, I love you so fu-" and before Pete can finish, Patrick takes the first move and plants his lips against Pete's. Pete is slightly stunned by Patrick's intensity, his eyes growing wide for a second, then easing his body as the two kiss hard. Pete closes his eyes and let's Patrick take the lead this time. Patrick presses hard against Pete's lips, his fingers working their magic again above Pete's waistband. Patrick then slowly walks Pete backwards, lips still locked, to the bed only a few feet away. He pushes Pete backwards and lands on top of him, continuing to kiss him. Patrick breaks away from the kiss, pushing himself up with his arms so he's above Pete, but only by a few inches. He smiles softly at Pete, Pete smiling back with bright red cheeks.

"W-was that okay?" Patrick asks innocently.

"Perfectly fine." Pete reassures him.

"Okay." Patrick breathes as he plops down next to Pete. Pete turns on his side to face Patrick, and again their faces are only inches apart. They keep straight faces for a moment, simply staring into each other's eyes and exchanging warm breaths. Patrick leans forward and kisses Pete's forehead softly. Pete blushes and smiles in return. He grabs Patrick's hand in his and squeezes it, then runs a rough thumb over the top. Patrick grabs Pete's belt loop again and pulls them both together, wrapping an arm around Pete's body and sliding it under his arm, hugging him sideways. Pete places his chin on the top of Patrick's head, and Patrick nuzzles his forehead into Pete's bare chest, breathing in Pete's warm scent. They lay there in silence for a good amount of time, breathing in each other's scent and exchanging warm air between them.

After a few minutes of plain heartbeats and smooth breathing, Patrick looks up at Pete and they meet eyes. "Can we just stay like this?" Patrick asks innocently.

"Of course." Pete replies in a calm voice. Patrick plants a soft and gentle kiss on Pete's lips, soon running his hands along Pete's chest. Pete sighs in contempt and starts to drift off.

"Goodnight Pete, thanks for the memories." Patrick whispers.

"Goodnight Pat, I love you."