Dick Pics (Peterick) **REWRITTEN**

19

CH. 19 -- PETE

"Before you slam the door in my face, let me explain." I say as I put a hand on the door. Even if he does try to close it, it'll prove harder because I'm holding it opened.

"Fine. Go." Patrick says as he crosses his arms. When I don't speak, he raises an eyebrow. "I'm waiting."

"Can I at least come in? I promise I won't try to jump you." I say, and Patrick huffs before moving out of the way to let me in.

I sit down on the bed closest to the door, and when Patrick lies down on the other one, I can tell I'm on Spencer's bed. "Explain." He sighs as he looks at the ceiling, feet crossed and hands lying on his stomach.

"I think I'm bisexual." I murmur, but I don't miss the gasp that gets from Patrick.

"You.. you think you're.." and then he trails off as he sits up. "So was you kissing me just seeing if you liked it, or am I the reason you're questioning yourself?"

"Uh, more the second one than the first." I say awkwardly, and Patrick's eyes widen.

"Oh shit, Pete." Patrick says. He runs his hands through his hair. "Why didn't you tell me this when we were in high school?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" I ask. Patrick stands up and then comes to stand in front of me.

"I had the biggest fucking crush on you in high school, you dumbass!" Patrick says, and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"You did?" I ask, and he nods. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Pete, if I'm not great with telling people I'm gay right now, how do you think I was in high school?" Patrick asks me, and I nod. He makes a good point. "And plus, it's not that easy to tell a guy you like him when you get dressed in the same locker room as him. People assume that because I'm gay, I'm attracted to everything with a dick between its legs."

"Two very good points, I'll admit." I say. Patrick stops pacing around and grabs my hand, making me stand up.

"So you're saying you want to kiss me?" Patrick asks me, and I nod, looking down at my shoes.

"Yeah."

"Then what's stopping you?" Patrick tips my chin up and kisses me before I can say anything else. I'm too shocked to move at first, and then he pulls away. "You forget how to kiss? I think I remember hearing you were pretty good at this from Ashlee back in high school."

"Shut up." I pull him back in and reconnect our lips, and his hands go to my hips, squeezing lightly. One of my hands goes to the back of his neck to keep him in place, and the other clutches his bicep. Our lips move together, Patrick leading us. He licks my lips, and when our tongues meet, he turns us around and lies down on the bed, pulling me up to straddle him.

Patrick breaks off the kiss soon, moving down to my neck to suck a bruise on it. "If you would've said something earlier, we could've been doing this ages ago, you know that?" Patrick grinds his hips up and into mine as he speaks.

The door opens right as Patrick's hands begin to ruck my tee up, and I jump away from him. "Well, shit." Spencer says. Patrick's face begins to turn bright red as he stands up and grabs a shirt from his bag and pulls it on over his head, pulling the hem of it down over his crotch.

"Sorry, Spence, Pete was just leaving. I'll be right back." Patrick grabs my hand and pulls me out of the door, shutting it behind us. "So, uh, we can talk about this later. Right now, I'm going to sleep because I feel like shit."

"So, what? Am I supposed to pretend like this didn't happen?" I ask, and he shakes his head before looking left and right. He pushes me against his door.

"If I wanted you to pretend like it never happened, I wouldn't have kissed you, and I sure as hell wouldn't be finding it hard to not get on my knees for you right now in this hallway." Patrick whispers as his gaze goes from my eyes to my lips to my eyes and then back to my lips.

I fight off a moan as Patrick lets me go. He kisses my lips once more before pushing me back towards my room.

"Go to sleep. We have an important game to win tomorrow." Patrick says, and I smile at him as I open my door.

As soon as I'm back in the room I share with Andy, my mind drifts back to the first baseman that was hitting on Patrick. I know I have no reason to be jealous, but I can't help but not want anyone even looking at Patrick, much less hitting on him.

"Where have you been?" Andy asks from the bed. He looks like a lump, immobile and hard to be seen in the dark room.

"Patrick's. We were talking." I try to lie, and Andy snorts sleepily.

"I might be tired, but I'm not stupid. You should cover up that hickey on your neck. It's unprofessional." Andy says, and my hand immediately comes up to my neck.

"How did you.." I trail off. For one, Andy is facing the other direction, and he hasn't moved since I came in the room.

"I'm Andy, Pete. I know everything. For real, that fucker looks huge. You better cover that shit up. Goodnight."

"Yeah, uh, goodnight." I say, and I walk into the bathroom. Andy's right, the hickey on my neck is pretty big. But damn, it was worth it.

I walk down the hall and knock on Brent's door. He looks pissed, and his hair is all messed up when he opens the door. He takes one look at me and then begins to laugh hard and loud.

"Shut the fuck up." I say as I push past him. I sit on the couch in his room, and he shuts the door as he lies down on his bed.

"Nice hickey, my g," Is the first thing Brent says.

"Oh, fuck you. Just help me cover it up." I groan, and he laughs before walking to his bag. He grabs a black turtleneck undershirt and throws it to me.

"Wear this." He says. When I give him a 'really' look, he shrugs. "I'm not Ross, I don't own makeup. Hey, you could check with Ryan."

"Fuck that, I'm not explaining where this came from." I say as I point at the giant thing on my neck. "I'll just wear the turtleneck tomorrow under my jersey."

"Alright, suit yourself. Try not to get jumped on the way back to your room by any Patrick's!" Brent calls out as I walk to the door.

If I stick my hand back in to flip him off, then oh well.

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