Peterick OneShots

Cuddles

~Based on an otp prompt, requested by an anon~

This was supposed to be a silly, fluffy Peterick but it accidentally got kinda dirty oops. It's cute for the most part though???

Pete sighed happily when Patrick let him crawl into his bunk. It was his third night having bad dreams, and if he was being honest Patrick was starting to get worried. Pete hadn't been this bad in a while, and you could tell fatigue was getting to him.. Patrick would do anything to help him feel better.

Patrick tried to relax as he lay on his back, Pete curling up beside him, head heavy on his shoulder. Patrick's arm was loosely wrapped around the older man's shoulders, and one of Pete's arms was tickling his side, the other arm thrown over his belly. Patrick felt Pete's boney knees digging into his side but he said nothing, choosing instead to sigh and try to get comfortable.

The time they stayed quiet was probably only a few minutes, but those minutes dragged on for Patrick. Pete's head was making his shoulder ache, his knees painful in his thighs, and the fingers against his skin tickled, making him even more uncomfortable. But Pete's breathing was heavy and hot against his neck, and when he spared a quick glance down Patrick could see him in the dim light peeking in through his curtains.

Pete seemed so relaxed. Every line in his face melted away, making him appear years younger. He knew Pete needed this, needed the rest.. So Patrick sighed, determined to let Pete sleep at least for a few hours.

Eventually he drifted, half asleep, until suddenly all he felt was cold air. Eyes flying open, Patrick understood why quickly; Pete had shifted in his sleep, curled in further on himself with his hands balled up in Patrick's t-shirt, and all of the blankets wrapped around his skinny frame. The singer huffed, annoyed but relenting. He gently tugged at the blanket, trying to get some back for himself without waking up Pete. Giving up after a few moments, Patrick huffed again and snuggled closer, trying to stay warm.

It stayed like that all night, Patrick drifting in and out of sleep while Pete kept tossing and turning. After several hours of this, they ended up with Patrick on his side, Pete curled up beside him, drooling. Patrick couldn't help the amused smirk on his face as he carded through Pete's hair; as annoying a bunkmate as Pete was, he was adorable when he slept. Not that Patrick would admit that in a million years, for a multitude of reasons.

Patrick checked the time again after a while, sighing when he realized it was close to the time they were to arrive at the venue. Reluctantly Patrick pulled away, untangling himself from Pete's grasp to hurry to the bathroom. When he slipped back to his bunk, Pete had taken up most of the room in the small space, and Patrick had to bite back his annoyance.

Carefully he pushed at the older man, who groaned as he rolled to his side. Patrick slipped into his bunk quickly, thankful for the warmth. Pete's arms snaked around his middle, the older man's face pressed into Patrick's shoulder blades. Patrick felt his hot breath as he sighed, nuzzling his face into Patrick's t-shirt. He heard Pete mumble something against him, not quite catching what it was.

Curious, he shifted, pressing back slightly so that he could turn his head towards Pete's, and - oh.

Pete had morning wood. Of fucking course he did. Patrick groaned inwardly, cursing the universe for testing his patience - he could handle his best friend, who he had a crush on since he was a teenager, sleeping beside him, cuddling in to him, and could even tolerate the kisses he pressed against him on stage. But this.

Patrick fought back a gasp as Pete shifted forward, rubbing his hard - on against Patrick's ass. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Patrick reached back poking the bassist's leg.

"Pete" he choked out, voice sounding strangled and thick.

Pete's head popped up, hair sticking up in a million directions as he looked down at the singer confused, still drowsy.

"You kay Trick?" He muttered, voice thick with sleep. Patrick cleared his throat, not daring to meet his eyes. He knew his face was bright red, he could feel it. Pete seemed to realize his embarrassment, and the cause of it, because suddenly his eyes grew wide, all traces of sleepiness disappearing.

"Oh" he whispered, staring down at Patrick.

The singer chuckled nervously, biting his lip as he rolled over onto his back. Pete was above him now, breathing a little irregular as his eyes bored in to Patrick's.

"I'm.. I ... I'm sorry Trick, I know.. I didn't.. " Pete reached a hand out to Patrick's chest, trying to comfort him, but his fingers ended up digging into the singer's nipples instead. He gasped loudly, causing Pete to yank his hands away, a string of whispered apologies.

Patrick couldn't help the shiver and hitch in his breath - what could he say, he was sensitive. Pete gazed down in confusion as Patrick stared back, pupils blown wide.

"Trick?"

The singer swallowed, panic suddenly overcoming him. "I, uh... That uh.. Oops?"

Pete snorted, shaking his head as a small smile pulled at his lips. Tentatively, Pete reached his hand back out, slowly moving toward Patrick. He was giving him the option to push him away, to stop him, to throw him out of the bunk, but Patrick didn't do any of that. Instead, Patrick stared with wide eyes as Pete carefully brushed his fingers against his chest, fingers searching until they were lightly pinched around Patrick. The singer shivered and jerked, biting down on his lip to stop the gasp from escaping his lips.

Pete smiled devilishly and leaned down, nuzzling Patrick's neck as his hands slowly explored the singer's body.

"As much as I'd love to see where this goes," he breathes suddenly, thumbs massaging circles into Patrick's hips , "we have an interview soon that we can't miss. But when we get to the hotel, before the show.." Pete trailed off, sitting up slightly to smirk at Patrick.

Patrick grinned back, face still red, but there was a deviousness about his expression that surprised Pete. Suddenly, Patrick's hands were on Pete's back, at the nape of his neck tugging lightly on his hair, hips grinding up to press against Pete. The bassist gasped as Patrick purred into his ear.

"When we get to the hotel before the show, I'm going to make you regret keeping me up all night. And after the show, before we get to bed, I'm going to make sure you're exhausted enough to pass the fuck out."

Pete's shocked chuckle turned into a groan as Patrick thrust up once more, the hand on his back moving down to squeeze his ass once before he pulled away entirely. Pete stared, dumbfounded, as Patrick rolled back out of the bunk. The singer was smug as he got dressed in the back of the bus, fully intending to keep his promises, but also knowing that as soon as they were ready to sleep he'd pull Pete as close as possible, and never ever let him go.