30 Day Peterick Smut Challenge [COMPLETED]

Day 3 - First Time

//This is a follow on from day 1//

Patrick's POV

When I get home the front doors unlocked and I can smell something cooking in the kitchen which is strange. Usually I get home before Pete and I didn't think he was getting off work today, he didn't say anything about it.

As I look around Pete doesn't seem to be here anywhere so I start down the hall towards our room. Everythings been so much better since we argued then made up and it has been nice that he's been trying to help me more. Maybe thats why he's here, apparently making dinner and wanting to do something nice for me.

When I get to our bedroom the doors closed so I frown and push it open to walk in. "Hey babe" Pete says, obviously making it as sexy as he can but I'm too distracted by everything around us. There's rose petals literally everywhere, almost coating the floor and there's a bunch of candles lighting up the room. "Babe what is all this?" "I wanted to do something for you". Finally I pull my gaze back to Pete who's lying on the bed in red heart boxers holding a red rose out to me.

Shakily I reach out to take it and pull it to my chest "So you make like the most weird cliche thing ever and lie there with roses and candles and shit?" I can't help it when I double over, dropping the rose and bursting into giggles as much as I try not to. This is all so ridiculous and I didn't think Pete was the kinda person to be into all this stuff.

Finally I stop laughing enough to straight back up again but when I see Pete any trace of laughing disappears. He seemed so confident and happy when I walked in but now he's slumped down on the bed, staring at his knees and looking really upset. I guess I did just walk in and laugh at everything he was trying to do for me which is a total asshole thing to do to him.

"I'm sorry Petey, its just all this is kinda strange and I don't know what to say" "I'm sorry, I just wanted to do something special" "Its ok, its kinda sweet but did you really have to sit here with roses and candles in those cliche heart boxers that I've never even seen before?"

I don't realise how mean that sounded until he slumps down again and sighs "I'm sorry, I'm just stupid". He'd basically just given up now and I've hurt him which makes me feel so terrible. This is what I asked for, I wanted Pete to help me with things around the house and do more for me. Now he's doing exactly what I asked for but I laughed in his face, I'm such a piece of shit.

I step forwards to try to apologise but suddenly the fire alarm starts ringing, exploding in our ears. Pete gasps and sobs then runs off to the kitchen so I run after him.

He's frantically pulling something out of the oven so I grab a chair and reach up to switch the fire alarm off then hop down. "Fucking shit Tricky everythings gone wrong, I can't do anything right". With a sob Pete just sinks down and buries his face in his knees and sighs "I'm so fucking stupid".

I hate this, I hate that he's so upset because of me, if I hadn't of laughed then he wouldn't be so miserable right now. "Baby I don't care, this is really nice, no one's ever cooked for me and done so much for me before" "Well I guess everyone else knows you better than me, they knew you'd hate it".

Pete's so sad about this and all he wanted was a nice romantic time with me but I fucked it up. He tried so hard to give me exactly what I wanted but I made him feel terrible. He's been trying so hard to be good for me and avoid any more fights so I never wanted this, I wanted to be happy together.

"Sweetheart come on, what were you making me?" "I was gonna make you lasagna since you love it and fries... Oh fuck no". With another whimper he jumps up and opens the oven again to pull out a tray of fries and throws the tray down on the bench "Fuck, I fucking ruin everything".