Narcotic (Peterick au) [completed]

SEVEN.

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~Pete's POV~

   I climbed on top of him and grabbed his hips.

When the door flung open, revealing my father.

"I-It's not what it looks like-" I stuttered out climbing off Brendon.

"M-My sons a faggot? Get out of my fucking house, there are no sinners aloud under this roof! Pack up your stuff! And Leave you dirty fag!"
(If I hear anyone use that word I will eat their soul through their eyes)

"But-"

"No buts! Get out!" He said pushing me into the dresser, then slamming the door behind him.

Brendon stood in shock, a look of pity and fear on his face.

I ran forwards, rapping my arms around his waste, and laying my head on his chest.

He responded by snaking his arms around my shoulders, and resting his head on mine.

Even in this situation, him being taller was a great comfort.

I breathed in his scent, savoring the smell of his sweet cologne.

A few tears fell from my eyes, making his shirt damp.

"W-Where am I going to go?"

"Pete, I'm not sure- If my parents found out I was gay, I'd be done for."

"I- okay."

I can't live on the streets? I-I don't know what to do.

I took my phone from my pocket,

To Patrick
'Hey it's Pete, can I stay with you?'

*  *  *PRESENT*  *  *

The image of Brendon was still stuck in my mind, his soft lips, his eyes, his ass.

Wow Pete, your gay is showing.

I took another drag of the cigarette, staring out at the suburban kingdom in front of me.

I looked over at Patrick, who seemed to be staring at my cigarette, his nose red, and hair sticking out in random places.

"Want one?" I asked breaking the uncomfortable silence that stood between us.

"Nah, I'm good. I don't smoke."

"Oh okay."

A slight blush rose in his cheeks.

I stubbed out the cigarette on the concert pathway, tossing it on the ground.

Patrick glanced at it, but then returned his gaze to me.

"You know, you're kind of staring at me," I chuckled, rubbing my hands together due to the chilly air.

"Oh, sorry," he laughed nervously.

"Don't be sorry man," I said resting a hand on his shoulder.

His cheeks got redder, as he nervously squirmed.

"So-" he choked out,"Want to go inside, watch a movie?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

"The Breakfast Club?"

"Hell yes!"

He popped the movie in, and sat down on the couch.

As the movie went on I noticed he started to move closer to me.

He's sitting practically on me.

"Patrick?"

"Hm?"

"You're kinda close there buddy."

"Uh-Oh sorry."

"No it's fine, come'ere. I'm sorry about what happened again," I said wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

He uncomfortably sat next to me, his eyes wide, and cheeks a crimson red.

"I-it's fine-" he mumbled, looking at his feet.

"Am I making you uncomfortable? I can stop."

"N-No I- I- Like this."

"Oh," I felt the blush rise in my cheeks.

He nestled into my side, head on my chest.

He's warm.

I ran my fingers through his hair,

"Your hairs soft," I mumbled.

"Thanks?" He giggled softly.

"Were you scared?"

He looked at me like a confused puppy.

"When you realized you were gay."

"Of course, I mean. I was scared my parents were going to kick me out, if I told them."

"Speaking of, where are you parents? Are they going to be here tonight?"

"Um- Oh my parents, left. I live here alone."

"Oh- I'm so sorry Patrick," I said again running my fingers through his hair.

"No, it's fine. You didn't know."

"Im sorry," I said again, pecking him on the top of his head.

"So- want coffee?" He said smiling, lightening the mood a bit.

"This late?" I laughed.

"It's never to late for coffee!" He gasped.

God dammit he's so adorable.

He handed me the cup of hot liquid.

"I hope you like yours black," he giggled taking a sip of his own coffee.

"Of course, it's wrong to drink it any other way!"

"I know this may sound like I'm 6, but want to build a pillow fort?"

"Oh my god yes!" I squealed setting my coffee down, and running into the living room.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

"This is a great pillow fort," I said laying down inside the mound of pillows.

"I know right," Patrick said laying down with me,"You know Pete."

"Hm?"

"I trust you a lot."

"I've always trusted you."