Peterick Oneshots

1

It was a cold winter day in colorado. I was shivering and getting ready for my show.

"Put on a fucking coat patrick" Pete said as he was applying his eyeliner. His lower lid snapped up as he removed the index finger that was holding it down.

"I didn't bring one" I said sighing and looking down knowing that he would be disappointed. He pointed to his rack of several hoodies, still staring deeply into his mirror at his reflection.

I slowly walked to the rusty rack of like 30 hoodies and picked out a big red one with his original bartskull of clandestine industries on it.

"Can I borrow some long pants too?" I asked hesitantly. I knew I shouldn't be talking to him while he was trying to perfectly apply his eyeliner, but I said it anyways.

"Sure" he replied. I let out a small sigh of relief and headed to his small Grey dresser with chipped paint in the corner of the hotel room.

Inside were mostly black jeans. I dug through them and found black and white stripes.

"So are you nervous to release infinity on high?" Pete asked out of nowhere while I was slipping on the incredibly tight skinny jeans.

"God dammit Pete how do you do this every day?" I asked. He chuckled a bit.

"Let me help you." He said walking over. He pulled up the jeans and buttoned them in a flash. I gasped looking at him.

"How the fuck? What but, how? You don't even work out, but why? How?!?!" I asked him series of questions before he put his pointer finger lightly on my lips and shushed me.

"It takes practice" he whispered in my ear before striding back to mirror placed on the white walls.

I felt something odd in the pocket of the jeans. I shoved my hand into the tight jeans only to pull out a condom. I threw the condom at Pete.

"You left something in your pocket." I said. He turned around and stared at the condom on the carpeted floors. He chuckled awkwardly and slowly picked it up and slid it into his back pocket.

"Hahaha sorry about that.." He mumbled.

"Oh fuck we have one minute" Pete said. He jogged over to his hoodie rack and put on a random purple and black hoodie with no shirt under it.

"Let's go!" He said as he grabbed my hand and started dragging out of the hotel and into our van. As we were running I couldn't help but stare at Pete's ass.

"God no go away gay thoughts." I muttered under my heavy breath.

"What?" Pete asked.

"Oh nothing" I said quickly. It was hard lying to your best friend that had a girlfriend and like three boyfriends behind her back.

"Hey patrick did you see my new tattoo?" Pete asked me out of nowhere while we were sitting on Pete's bunk in awkward silence.

"No, what is it?" I asked. Pete burt out laughing as he slowly pulled up his pant leg. And on his leg was Gabe saporta's middle school yearbook picture with the words, gabey baby made me go bad. I fell over laughing and lifted my hand to my stomach. My eyes were watering, I couldn't breathe, and my face skin was turning red. Once my dumbass body that's probably gonna get itself killed one day stopped laughing, I took in a huge breath of air. My face returned to its regular skin color and my muscles went from tense to loose again.

When I looked up at Pete he was grinning.

"You okay?" Pete asked patting my back like a father patting his son's back after a good baseball game. I nodded and the room was silent once again.

I was busy staring at a wall blankly while getting lost in my thoughts when I felt arms wrap around me from the back. It startled me and I swung my head backwards to see Pete starting to spoon me. He wrapped his skinny arms around my waist and placed his leg around my legs.

"Fuck it's hot" Pete said while letting go of me. My body was cold at the loss of contact. I sadly realized it was too hot for cuddling and sighed. But then, I realized he had just taken off his shirt and was coming in for more cuddling. Even better.