Tell no one. [peterick AU]

Chapter 5: The morning after

~Patrick~
I woke up with the worst headache. I was practically naked. I stumbled out of bed and out of my room. I headed down the stairs slightly stumbling. I bumped into the wall at the bottom. "You ok there?" Said Brendon walking up to me. "I think I'm hungover" I said tripping down the last couple stairs. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were still drunk" he said helping me to the couch. "I'm not wearing clothes." I said standing in the middle of the living room. "I'm going to go get you some coffee. It'll help" he said leaving the room. I walked back upstairs and got some clothes on. When I walked back downstairs, I met up with everyone in the kitchen. "You should probably wash your parents sheets" said Mikey. "Really mikes? Have to bring that up at breakfast?" Said Gerard. Mikey shrugged it off, then gave Ray a kiss on the cheek. Pete was attempting to make waffles. "Here, coffee should help with the hangover" said Brendon handing me a mug. "Thanks" I said taking a sip. "Bren, can you pour me another mug" said Gerard handing him his cup. Brendon happily poured him another. "I think I burnt the waffles" said Pete putting them on a plate. "Waffles el extra crunchy" said Frank grabbing one with his bare hand. "Fuck! That's hot!" He soon said dropping it on the floor. Everyone laughed. I would have tried my go at the waffles, but if I ate anything it would come back up. "How you feeling 'Trick?" Asked Pete. "Like shit." I said. "There's always one" said Spencer. "One what?" I asked. "One who gets way too drunk" said Brendon. "I feel like I drank just as much as you guys." I said. "You were drinking hard liquor. We were all drinking beer" said Pete. "Your also a total lightweight" said Brendon. "You did barf twice on the way home" said Frank. "I only barfed once" I said. "No, twice" said Pete. "Where else did I puke?" I asked. "Outside in the bushes." Said Pete. We all hung out for most of the morning. Everyone left except for Pete. "How you feeling baby?" He asked taking a seat next to me on the couch. I had Netflix on. He gotten me all cozied up with plenty of blankets, and snacks that he swore would make me feel better. "I still feel bad about last night" I said. "Which part?" He asked pulling me into his lap. "I shouldn't have kissed in front of all our friends." I said getting all comfy in his arms. "You were so drunk. And, do you think they care?" He said. "Isn't that how Brendon and Ryan got outed? I don't want your parents to ship you off to boarding school" I said. "It was just our friend group. No ones gonna out anyone." He said kissing me on the top of the head. "I feel like shit" I said. "Yeah, you drank a lot" he said. "I might fall asleep" I said feeling my eyes get heavy. "Ok" he said starting to run his fingers down my side. It was soothing. But my unbearable headache kept me awake. He eventually put on a movie, and soon I was feeling a bit better. Well, two movies later. "How you feeling 'Trick?" He asked messing up my hair. "Better" I said sitting up a bit more. He wrapped his arm around me so I was still close to him. "I want you to forget about last night. Stop worrying. I'm going to be fine, you're going to be fine, everyone is going to be fine. Ok 'Trick?" He said. "Ok" I said giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He held my face close to his. I scooted into his lap, so we were in a less awkward angle. I continued to kiss him, slowly getting more intense. He moved his hands down to my waist, and slipping them underneath my shirt. He pulled me closer, and started rocking back and forth slightly. I Started moving in rhythm with him. A couple times I moved a bit too hard, or a bit too fast, and quiet moans escaped his lips. Soon, I found myself craving the small noises he made, and started moving like that on purpose. His hands fell from my waist, and he started melting at the mitts of my fingertips. "Patrick" he softly moaned out. He moved so we were now laying down, with me on top. I started kissing down his neck and to his collar bone. He started to tugging at my shirt, pulling it over my head. Soon, I took off his too. I slowly made my way back to his lips. We were now skin to skin, I felt so close to him. "I don't want to do anything too fast Pete" I said. "I don't want to either" he said wrapping his arms around me. I separated my lips from his and laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. It was soothing, like a bass drum. Then, the phone rang. "I'll get it" I said getting up and walking to the kitchen. "Stump household, Patrick speaking" I said into the phone. "Hello Patrick, this is dale, Peters mom. Can you tell him he has be home by 7." She said. "Ok. I'll make sure to tell him" I said. "I heard your parents are out of town, you're welcome to spend the night and come to church with us in the morning" she said. "Thank you" I said. "And when I say you're welcome, I mean spend the night at our house. I don't want you all alone. God forbid something happens. I would feel a lot better if you just spent the night here." She said. "I'll pack a bag" I said. "Ok. See you boys later" she said before hanging up. Pete walked into the kitchen. "Who was that?" He asked. "Your mom" I said sarcastically even though it was actually his mom. "No seriously" he said. "I'm being serious. It was your mom" I said slightly laughing. "Why did she have to say?" He asked. "That I have no choice but to spend the night" I said. He raised an eyebrow. "I won't say no to that" he said pulling me close to him, and giving me a peck on the lips. "We have to be to your house by 7. I should pack" I said.