Dick Pics (Peterick) **REWRITTEN**

21

i recommend that all of you go listen to L$D by my boy a$ap

it is v great

CH. 21 -- PETE

"Okay, everyone, round of applause for our players of the game tonight: Bob Bryar and Joshua Dun!" Coach announces to the team. I see Patrick's jaw clench a that, and Nick just rolls his eyes. "Way to step up, you two. Now I have some news. The starters from now on will be as follows: Hurley at first, Spencer at second, Frank playing shortstop, Josh playing third-" Before he can finish, gasps erupt around the room.

"What?" All eyes then turn to Nick, whose mouth has dropped open. "What do you mean, Coach?"

"Okay, Nicholas, I didn't want to embarrass you in front of everyone, but here we go. I can't have people with bad attitudes starting on my team." Coach says, and Patrick smirks as he kicks his feet back.

"B-But.."

"No buts. Let me finish the lineup, and if you have any more concerns, we can talk after. Ryan in left field, Gerard in center, Tyler in right, Bryar catching-" Patrick almost falls out of his chair at that.

"Wait, what the hell did I do?" Patrick asks when he regains his balance.

"You punched my goddamn third baseman while we were on the field, Patrick!" Coach almost yells, and Patrick just shakes his head.

"I'm better than Bryar. At least with Pete pitching I am." Patrick says confidently, and Coach grins at him.

"You didn't let me finish. Biersack is starting tomorrow's double headers." Coach says, and my eyes widen at that.

"Hold up a second. I know that I talked shit, and Patrick punched me, but what did Pete do?" Nick asks as he looks around the room.

"Patrick and Pete are a pair. They don't play without each other." Coach says, and I just nod my head. There's no use in arguing. He's the Coach, and once we get beat tomorrow in both games, he'll realise what a mistake he's made.

As I pull my shirt over my head after we break to get changed and go to the bus, Patrick makes his way over to me. "Look, I'm really sorry about you not being able to play." He says as he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

Before I have the chance to answer, Nick bumps into Patrick from behind and whispers, "I'm sure you can find a way to repay him," just loud enough for both Patrick and I to hear. I grab Patrick's arm before he can go after him, however.

"Just relax. He's doing that to get under your skin. Don't stoop down to his level." With that, I pull my clean shirt over my head and grab my bag.

"Pete, wait. We need to talk!" Patrick calls out to me, but I just continue to walk away from him.

As I walk toward the bus, I don't miss Gabe standing close to it, looking for Patrick probably. I shake my head as I board the bus. I'm the first one on, and I take my seat next to the window, immediately putting my headphones in my ears.

LSD by A$AP Rocky comes on my shuffle, and I turn my headphones on the loudest volume they'll go as the rest of my team boards the bus one by one. Once we have everyone -- including Patrick, who is once again the last one on the bus -- we head back to our hotel.

The music in my ears makes me close my eyes and lean my head against the windows as it pumps through my veins. I take long, deep breaths to the beat of the music.

We're at the hotel before I even notice that my phone had switched songs more than once. I pull the headphones out of my phone and put them in my pocket as we crowd off of the bus.

As everyone waits for the elevator, I decide to go to the stairs. My room is on the fifth floor, so five flights of stairs isn't that bad.

Once I reach my floor, silently thanking Coach for the extra conditioning we did this summer, I push open the door and run straight into Patrick. Literally.

"Oh fuck." I mutter as I stand up, rubbing my forehead with one hand. I reach down and help Patrick up with the other.

"We need to talk." Patrick repeats his statement from earlier, but this time, he grabs my hand and pulls me to his room.

As soon as we walk in, Patrick pushes me against the closed door. "Patrick?" I ask, but he shushes me by pressing his lips to my own.

Patrick pulls away to kiss my jawline. "You're so stupid. Fuck, you're so stupid. I bet you believed it when Nick told you I blew him. I bet you got jealous."

"What if I did?" I ask, pulling Patrick back up to meet my eyes.

"Then you're more stupid than I thought." Patrick kisses me again as he slams me back against the door.

"You're gonna fucking break my back." I say as he slams me against the door again.

"Is that your way of telling me to stop?" Patrick whispers as he sucks on the spot behind my ear.

"Did I say that?" Patrick shakes his head at my question. "You have your answer."

Patrick kisses me again, lips trailing down to my neck before pulling my shirt over my head. "These tattoos. They make me want to fuck the hell out of you, you know that? When you pull your shirt over your head when we're on the field or in the locker room. Just fuck."

"Then do it." I grind up against Patrick, earning a moan from him. Patrick trails his hands down from where they're fisted in my shirt to grab my ass and then he hoists me up against the door.

Patrick carries me over to the bed and then sits down, letting me straddle him. "Gonna ride me? Or you want to switch positions?"

A lump begins to form in my throat, and I suddenly find myself jumping up and away from Patrick, scrambling to find my shirt. "Pete?" I can hear the hurt in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Patrick." I back away from him until my back hits the door before turning to open it and slamming it behind me.

promise there will be some smut sometime this century

just probably not who you want it to be lmao