Pete walked back to their hotel room, staring at his feet, hoping Patrick hadn't noticed his eyes locked on him. He shoved his hands in the ragged pocket of his nirvana jacket. Patrick noticed the hesitation in his eyes, and laced his fingers with Petes through the pocket. Petes eyes met his and sparkled as they made contact
Patrick blushed deeply and turned away. Certainly Pete hadn't seen that, right? Pete laughed softly. "You're fucking cute" Patrick let go of his hand and darted into his bedroom. "fucking shit" he mumbled to himself. "THAT DIDNT MEAN ANYTHING DUDE"
Pete picked the lock and sat down next to him, brushing the hair out of his face. "Yeah, okay. But does this mean anything?" He leaned into Patrick slowly, colliding their lips together. Patrick hesitated at first, but became comfortable, joined in sync with Pete. As they broke away from the sensation, Patrick bit his lip, breaking the skin and causing blood to run down his chin. Pete looked into his eyes as he brushed it off "You're insecure, that's it. You stare at yourself in the mirror. But in an unsatisfied way. It takes over, kills you, huh? So much that you have to write a song about it?" Patrick glanced at Pete. "Nailed it"
