W e a k n e s s [Peterick AU] - #Wattys2016

#27- H o m e

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Pete's POV

"Don't go to your house today. Stay with me, tonight at least", I said all of sudden while we were in the car, feeling a huge need of being alone with Patrick for a while.

"Okay...?", he replied suspiciously.

As soon as we arrived, I closed the front door and stayed silent in the dark of the house, staring at the boy.

Not a word, not an expression: we both knew what we wanted.

I launched myself against him as he brought his lips close to mine, stroking my hair violently. I put my hands on his thighs moaning into the kiss. I swear I had never felt so high in my life. His tongue asked for permission, then slowly explored my mouth. Patrick gasped as I wildly pinned him on the wall and started leaving small kisses all over his neck, then behind his ears, and finally along his high cheekbones. He breathed heavily, feeling our lips dancing in rhythm and our tongues searching.

That moment felt so eternal, I didn't want it to end. I pressed my own body on his, causing him to let out a muffled scream. He lowered his head with his eyes closed, then his eyes landed on my face.

I wanted more. We wanted more.

We raced upstaird, heading to my bedroom. Patrick plopped himself on the huge bed and I laid on top of him; I repeatedly kissed him as I started unbottoning his shirt. Patrick did the same to me and traced his hands along my chest, with a stupid smirk on his face.

Damn, he felt so good.

Cupping his cheeks with my hands, I shoved my tongue into his mouth again, barely giving him the chance to catch his breath. I realized the whole things was getting out of hand when I bit his bottom lip with violence and he whined in pain.

I leaned backwards: "I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Damnit..."

He was too turned on to stop, though. He fully unbottoned his shirt panting heavily, sweat streaming down his forehead. I eyed his body up and down in lust. This time I laid under Patrick, wrapped my hands around his shoulders, sinking my fingertips into every inch of him.

"P-Pete", his voice cracked as he widened his eyes "Pete! Oh, f- fuck"

I grinned under my breath and replied: "C'mon"

"P- PETE!", he screamed again with bloodshot eyes.

"Shhh", I put my finger on his lips as I felt growing more and more excited.

We both moaned loudly, our bodies moving in sync.

Finally, Patrick let out a long breath and relaxed as we cuddled against each other.

"I've been waiting for a whole week to do this, to be honest"

"This is crazy", he laughed exausted.

"And you are beautiful", I replied.

***

A red flower had unexpectedly grown in my garden; I decided that would be the first subject of my photos. That afternoon, I grabbed my new polaroid and rushed to the garden. Actually, I had never got interested in photography before, but somehow I was starting to like it. A month before, I would have stepped on that little, innocent flower. Now I wanted to let it grow up, I wanted more than a flower in my garden.

"What are you doing?", Patrick knelt beside me to watch as I checked out the pics I had taken. I then handed them to him.

"Good job...", he smiled in enthusiasm "Pete"