A Hat And a Hook (Peterick)

Part 5

Pete's POV

(AN: this is a kissing scene, and I really enjoy writing these scenes. Logical time isn't very accurate due to the way I write, and it's a fan fic, so just go with the flow even if it seems like just one kiss is 5 hours long... It technically isn't taking that long, but reading a page or two that's describing the same kiss may seem like it's a v long kiss. It's just the way I write kiss scenes bc I love getting every little detail in there. So yeah, just a note :D)

One second I'm questioning why he just shouted "no" really quickly, as if he wanted me to stay with him while he changes, then the next second his lips are pressed against mine/ I'm shocked at his sudden actions, so I feel myself tense up and stiffen a bit as he pulls my body towards his by using my hand. I realize we're actually kissing, so I ease off and relax into the moment.

Wait. Holy fuck. Patrick Vaughn Stump is standing here, mostly naked, dripping water everywhere, and kissing me. What kind of crazy dream is this?

I embrace the kiss for what it is and take advantage of the moment. With the hand that Patrick has not grabbed, I place it on the back of his bare and dripping neck, pulling him tighter into the kiss. My hand slides a little as the water from his hair drips down between the skin of his neck and my palm. His breathing is quick and deep, his nose exhalations warm against my cheek. My lips are wrapped tight against his mouth, but slowly loosen and ease into the kiss. I feel him place his free hand on my waist, pulling the lower parts of our bodies together, meeting in the purgatory of our hips. (AN: did you see what I did there ;) )

As our hips collide, I feel his damp skin soak through my tank top a little, making my shirt stick to my stomach. His thumb then ventures to the waistband of my pants, slipping under the rim of my shirt and lifting it up slightly. I softly thrust my hips into his body more, and the cool skin of his stomach touches the heated skin of my now bare hip bones. I feel the cloth of his towel start to slide down, but he doesn't bother to reach for it. I feel it touch the floor, brushing the top of my shoes. I inch my feet closer to his, allowing our legs to touch and our hips to get closer.

I expected (and was slightly hoping) that there was nothing else under the towel, but that sneaky fox had managed to put on a pair of boxers before heading out of the shower to be greeted by me spread across his trailer floor. The thin fabric of his underwear rubbed against my bare hip area, as Patrick's fingers continued to mess around with my shirt and waistband. I felt him yank on the belt loops of my jeans, and even though they were basically plastered to my legs, he somehow managed to slip them down ever so slightly, just enough that they sat low beneath the bottom of my hip bones. Probably an inch or so below the bat-wing tattoo I have down there. Slowly, I start to feel Patrick lightly rolling his hips against mine, sending chills down my back.

What sends me over the edge is when I feel the center of his underwear swell a bit, his bulge pressing against my own pants.

(AN: WOW I'M SUCH A CORN OMF I NEVER WRITE THIS MUCH SMEXYNESS IT'S USUALLY JUST REALLY INTENSE KISSING HA I'm kind of proud of myself though. And no, I'm not going to write smut in case you were wondering :') )