Pete's POV
I woke up on the couch, again. This time snuggled closely against Patrick. My cheek laid on his, my arm wrapped around his waist, so he wouldn't fall. Our legs tangled together, the blanket from yesterday on the ground forgotten, he was warmer then any blanket anyway.
He was soft and had the most perfect porcelain skin I've ever seen. His cheeks a little blushed, and his light snores filled the air.
My eyes wide at what I just said. I can't think things like that about my father's boyfriend, or well fiance. Like I always said, Patrick is a good looking dude. But that all I can't think of him any other way.
I carefully got out of the couch without waking Patrick. I went into the kitchen and drank a glass of water. I looked up at the clock and it was only ten in the morning. My dad would be home in two more hours... I opened the door and the sunny instantly started shining, like always this is going to be a hot day. I already have dark skin as it is. I went back inside were it was shady and cool. Patrick was already awake sat up on the couch, his hair sticking up showing his bold spot.
"Good morning" I said.
He rubbed his eyes and yawned, "more like a bad morning. That couch is really uncomfortable to sleep on, I'm still so tried.
I chuckled. "You could go sleep in your room, my dad won't be home for another two hours."
He sighed softly, "Peter... I'm good actually I'll just drink coffee to keep me awake." he got up and stretched, his shirt lifting up a little reveling his belly button.
"I guess I'll have some too, before I hit the shower."
I followed him into the kitchen sitting down on the island as he started brewing the coffee. He then leaned against the counter, "Now we wait" he smiled.
He's smile was possibly the most whitest and beautiful smile I've ever seen. Why was I just thinking of all this today? I had to stop myself once again, Maybe get myself a boyfriend of my own. But I wondered if there was anyone out there that was more perfect then he was.
"Pete, are you okay?"
I shook my head, getting out of my thoughts, "Yeah, why?"
"You were just starting at me weird. Do I have something on my face?"
I shook my head slowly, "Well... now that you mention it you do have something." I motioned him to get closer, he stood right in front of me. "What is it?" he asked.
I caressed my thumb on his smooth, soft cheek before moving it down to his lips. I leaned my head a little closer to his our lips inches away from each other...
"I'm home!" I heard the door slam and my father's voice coming from the living room.
Patrick quickly backed away "Peter" he said in joy, before running off his direction.
Oh my... What the was I thinking, I was about to kiss Patrick. Patrick, My dad's boyfriend... Why can't I get that in my head.
In the end nothing happened and nothing is ever going to happen... I'm glad my father didn't walk in in here, and it looks like Patrick wasn't really effected.
