You and I Gotta Put an End to This (Peterick)

Chapter 17

I haven't left this room in days. Pete brings me food and keeps me company while I sit here and stare at my dying mother. They say her condition is worsening with every MRI they take and all I can do is sit and watch and wait. She hasn't woken up from surgery once in the past five days that I've been here and I've all but given up.

"Patrick, you need to get out of here." I heard Pete behind me walking towards me. He put his hands on my shoulders and started rubbing them.

"I can't." I said.

"You can though. You need to sleep at the house, or at least go for a walk outside." He rested his head on my shoulder.

"But what if something happens while I'm gone?" I asked leaning my head on his.

"The only thing that could happen is the total loss in brain activity, in which case she will look exactly as she does now. I suggest you go home, or get out for a few hours at least. We will call you if there are any changes in her condition." Dr. Steven said entering the room giving a soft smile.

"Please?" Pete begged.

"Okay." I stood up and Pete grabbed the backpack of clothes that he packed for me. "Let's go I guess." Pete grabbed my hand and he started to lead me out of the room.

"Thank you." Pete smiled at Dr. Stevens and she gave a big smile in return. My body left the room but my mind was still in there. We managed to slip into a crowded elevator that took us to the ground floor. Pete never once asked me how I was feeling, or if I needed anything, or if I was okay and bless him for that. He already knows.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Pete asked as we walked into the house. I haven't realized how hungry I've actually been until he asked and my stomach began growling.

"Actually, yes." 

"Anything in particular?"

"Surprise me." I said sitting at one of the bar stools. Pete rummaged around the fridge and pantry.

"How does cereal sound?" Pete turned to me with a big smile on his face and a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

"I would love some." I gave Pete a smile before he turned to find a bowl. I couldn't help but still ache for my mother. My gave fell to the granite counter tops as my mind strayed to her.

"Patrick..." I heard Pete say softly.

"Yeah?" I snapped my gaze back to his face.

"I love you." He handed me the bowl of cereal and kissed my forehead before leaving me to eat it. I ate most of the cereal before I began playing with the remaining cinnamon squares. I pushed them around with my spoon and watched as they left cinnamon trails in the milk. "Your cereal will get soggy like that." Pete wrapped his arms around my stomach from behind me.

"I know, I was just th-"

"I know what you were doing. Just finish your food, Babe. You haven't eaten that much these past few days." Because he asked so nicely, I decided to eat the wheat squares and drink the milk from the bowl. "Good. Now how about a nap. I'm sleepy."

"Pete, its 4 in the afternoon." I snickered.

"I know, but I miss sleeping with you and you're tired." Pete set his chin on my shoulder. I felt a yawn build in my chest and escape my mouth.

"Yeah... I am...." I stood up from the bar stool and grabbed Pete's hand, leading him upstairs to the bedroom where we stripped down to our underwear and crawled into bed. Pete wrapped his arm around my waist. Sooner than later, I was passed out.

I woke up to Pete stroking my hair as he lied with his eyes closed.

"Hey." Pete smiled when he felt me stir next to him. "How are you feeling?" 

"Really good actually." I pulled him over in a kiss and ran my hands up and down his thighs. When the kisses kept coming without pause, he wrapped his legs around my waist causing us to get tangled in the blankets. We slowly grew harder in our boxers and we would let out small shivers as our dicks rubbed each other through the thin fabrics. Pete's fingers fiddled with the elastic waistband of my boxers, teasing me and leaving me wanting more. He slid his hands under and grazed my skin before wrapping his hand around me. I let out a small breath as his cool hand made contact with my warm dick. His hand pumped slowly as I let out little moans into his mouth as we kissed.

"Patrick?" Pete asked.

"I want you..." He whispered as he moved one of my free hands to feel his hardened length under his boxers.

"You have me." I said back softly. No sooner than Pete got his boxers off, my cell phone rang on the night stand. I planned to ignore it until the Caller ID revealed it as the hospital.

"Hello?" I said after sliding the answer button.

"Mr. Stump... Its your mother.."

(A/N) I'm sorry I've been such a piece of shit with updating. I took a much needed break as my life started speeding up. I started college, got in a relationship, and got out of it (Very upset. He was amazing) all since the last time I updated this story and it was all really overwhelming. However, I'm back now and only hope that you guys (Whoever is left still reading this) will remain with me through the end of this story. Thank you.

-Matthew