Dick Pics (Peterick) **REWRITTEN**

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CH. 8 -- PATRICK

"I'm so fucking pissed right now." I say, pacing back and forth, and my fists continue to clench and unclench. Nick just watches me, laying in his bed with his feet crossed, the book he was previously reading opened on his chest.

"As you keep saying." Nick says, rolling his eyes. He gets up and sets the book down, walking over to me. He grabs my fists and holds them in his own, which makes me look up. "Just chill out, and sit down." I do as he asks, and he sits next to me, letting go of my wrists. "Tell me why you're pissed."

"I can't start tomorrow. Neither can Pete." I say, and Nick's eyes widen. "Pete's dumbass is sick, and he decided to get out of bed - when Coach had already told him to stay there - and sit in the cold in front of my door for god knows how long and wait for me to get back from practice. Now he's sick as fuck, and Coach wants us to both be fully energised for the other two games." I finish, and Nick is shaking his head.

"That's it, we're screwed. Beckett fucking sucks at pitching, he's like a stick. And if Biersack pitches, they'll hit every pitch he throws out of the park." Nick says more to himself than to me. I just nod my head. "Don't beat yourself up, though. It's not your fault."

"It just pisses me off that Pete would do that. He's so fucking selfish." I seethe, moving to stand up, only being stopped by Nick placing both of his arms on my shoulders. It's like he's grounding me.

"Calm down." Nick says, rubbing my shoulders. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. When I look back at him, his hazel eyes are looking straight at my lips. They meet my eyes and then flicker back down. "I wanna.. Can I kiss you?" I nod then, not trusting my voice.

Nick leans in, and I meet him halfway, my hands cupping his face as his slide down my back. One stops at my lower back, the other curling around my hip as our lips move against each other.

Nick squeezes my hip, and I tangle my hands in his curly hair, pulling maybe a little too hard. A groan rips from his throat, one that probably hurt coming out. He pushes me back against the bed and slips a leg between my thighs, pushing down against my hardening dick.

We finally break away, and he kisses down my neck, looking for my sweet spot. Once he finds it, he begins to suck lightly, his tongue doing wonders on my neck. "Have you ever been with a guy before?" He mumbles against my skin, and I almost don't catch it.

"I'm gay. I've never been with a girl." I confess, and Nick just stops what he's doing and laughs against my neck, sending shivers down my whole body. "What?"

"Tell that to someone who doesn't know, baby. You're the poster child for rich and misunderstood." Nick says. He sits up and rolls off of me, shaking his hair out since I messed it up.

"What about you? Ever been with a guy?" I ask, and Nick shakes his head, standing up. Judging from the way he pulls his shirt down over his crotch, I can tell he enjoyed that as much as I did.

"Just the one." He says, and I almost feel bad. But then I realise that he kissed me and that I didn't pressure him into anything. "I like you, Stump. That's why I stopped, because I didn't trust myself to stop later on." Nick walks to his door and opens it. "I think you should go."

I stand up and shake my head. "Nick, I like you too." I say quickly, but he looks at me before dropping his gaze to his feet.

"It doesn't matter. We're not allowed to be together anyways." Nick says, and before I can say anything further, he shakes his head. "I'll see you on the flight tomorrow, plane buddy."

"Buddy, right." I say, grabbing my jacket and walking out of his door, ignoring his 'bye' when I pass him. "Not allowed to be together." I repeat as I walk back to my dorm. What does he even mean.

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Nick is acting normal today. Too normal considering we almost had sex yesterday. I put my carry on by my feet and nod a hello to him. Pete, Andy, and Coach walk on as I'm trying to make small talk.

"We're about to take off. Seat belts on." Coach says, sitting down after he says that. About ten minutes later, a few seconds after our pilot informed us that we were at 30,000 feet, he stands up again, waving his hands to get our attention. "Pete has to tell everyone something." He says, and then he offers his hand out to Pete to help him stand up. "Go ahead, son."

"Neither Patrick, nor I will be starting tonight." He says quickly, whispers breaking out almost immediately.

"Quiet, quiet." Coach says, and then he makes Pete continue, ignoring the nasty looks the pitcher is already receiving.

"I was selfish and didn't stay in bed when I was sick, which means that I'm not physically able to play. But with Patrick, that was my fault, too. I'm not starting, so as another consequence, much worse than just me not being able to play, Patrick is unable to play also. It isn't his fault, so don't go blaming him. If you have an issue, approach me about it." Pete explains, and then he sits down. The plane quiets down after about ten minutes, everyone tired of gossiping already.

About three and a half hours later, Coach tells us to wake up the people next to us and pee if we need to because we'll be landing soon. I wake Nick and then make my way over to where Pete and Andy are, sitting next to the former.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, and he blinks like I'm not real and actually talking to him.

"I'm feeling better. Thanks." Pete says, and I nod, getting up to go back to my seat. I turn back around when he grabs my shoulder. "Why do you care?"

"Just because I'm not starting because of you doesn't mean we aren't still friends. And I need you to be able to play tomorrow." I say, messing with my hair for about the hundredth time since we've been on this flight.

"You look like shit." Pete says simply, and I nod. I probably do. "You alright?

"You're so romantic." I say sarcastically, standing up. I turn back and add, "I haven't been sleeping much. Got a lot of shit on my mind. But thanks for asking."

"Anytime." I hear him say as I'm walking back, but I don't bother to turn around. I have other things to do. Like find out just why the hell Nick and I aren't allowed to be together.