peterick oneshots

pete's birthday

(2013 Pete n patty)

TW: self deprecation, self hate, hating them self for being overweight

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Patrick sat up in bed, staring at the clock on his phone intently. he was waiting for the number to change. and as soon as it did, he took his chance.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETE"

Patrick yelled, his voice startling the sleeping man.
"oh my god trick, what time is it?" Pete groaned.
"one minute after midnight" Patrick smirked, and Pete glared at him.
"this is cruel"
"no, this is funny" Patrick responded laughing, and Pete hit Patrick with his pillow, making Patrick laugh harder.
"oh come on, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday! you're 34 now!"
"oh Jesus I sound so old"
"you may sound old, but you look hot" Patrick winked, making Pete chuckle.
"c'mere" Pete mumbled, pulling Patrick close to him. pete wanted to get more sleep, but he also kind of wanted to cuddle Patrick. so he did both.

"nooo Pete you can't go back to sleep! we have so much to do! so much to talk about!" Patrick whined.
"okay, okay, talk. I'm listening. I'm just gonna rest my eyes while you talk" Pete said, placing an arm around Patrick back to keep him near.
Patrick agreed, rested his head on Pete's chest, and started talking. Pete smiled to himself slightly, in disbelief that this boy was in a chatty mood in the middle of the night. so Pete just let Patrick's voice soothe him to sleep.

a few hours later, Pete woke, and thankfully, Patrick was now asleep. the endless talking must have tired him out eventually.
Pete let his hands slip under the material of Patrick's shirt, and ran his hands softly over Patrick's back. Pete drew tiny circles on the small of Patrick's back, and softly began kissing his neck, in a sly attempt to wake him up.

"happy birthday" Patrick whispered, his voice croaky from sleep.
"you've said that already" Pete smiled.
"well I'm saying it again. I'm rebellious like that Pete" Patrick replied, and Pete laughed.
"cmon, let's go get breakfast" Patrick said, slowly pulling away from Pete.

"nuh uh. five more minutes" Pete whined, not wanting to get out of bed. the bed was warm, and so was Patrick. Pete didn't want to leave.

"ugh, fine. but only because you're the birthday boy" Patrick replied, kissing Pete softly.

"well then I can be your birthday boy,"
Pete began, moving to kiss Patrick along his jawline and down his neck.

"and you can be my baby boy" Pete whispered. Patrick giggled, and then gasped when he was suddenly lifted into the air.

Pete had got up, and was now carrying Patrick off the bed and out of their bedroom.

"where are we going birthday boy?" Patrick asked while laughing.
"well baby boy," Pete began. he really liked that nickname for Patrick.

"I was starting to feel rather hungry as well. so we are gonna make pancakes, then we are going to watch a movie. any movie you like. but, on one condition; you have to sit on my lap"
Pete finished happily.

Patrick forced a smile, but he was feeling uneasy. Patrick felt really fat that day, and he really wasn't ecstatic about the idea of sitting on Pete's lap. he would be too heavy. and because Pete is so lovely and sweet, he wouldn't say anything, when in reality Patrick would be literally crushing his boyfriend under his fat stomach and fat thighs.

Patrick didn't even like Pete carrying him places. he only let Pete carry him for a few moments before he always requested to get down.