Sex Lessons (Peterick) **REWRITTEN**

04

CH. 4 -- PETE

Making Patrick Stump blush is one of my favourite things to do. Patrick Stump making me blush, however, is something I never expected.

I drive to the restaurant quickly, hoping the sooner I get there, the sooner I'll get home and see Patrick. When I arrive, Stan has the closed sign on the door. I smile, knowing he just wants it to be us for the night.

Hillary and Stan are already inside, and they wave at me as I enter. I sit down at the same table. The only person missing is Mom. And Andrew, but we won't be seeing him for a while. Stan smiles, handing me a menu even though I've been here so many times over the years. "How was school, son?"

"Alright." I lie, skimming my eyes over the menu in my hands. "I'll take a Pete." I say, pointing at the sandwich I created.

"Should've known." Stan says, taking my menu and going to the back, telling the cook what I want.

Hillary turns to me, concern in her eyes as she says, "Pete, I heard what happened today."

"Please don't do this. Not here." I say, looking down at my fingers. Hillary puts a hand on my back and nods, moving it when Stan returns.

"I just put your order in, Pete. Do one of you want to call your mother and see where she is?" Stan asks as he sits down. Hillary and I share a look, and I know she wants me to. Mom and her had a fight this morning, which is the usual around the house.

"I'll go." I say, and Stan nods. I excuse myself from the table, going to his office. She doesn't pick up when I call her cellphone, which I expected. So I call her office phone.

"Hello, Mayor Wentz's office, how may I help you?" Her secretary, a nice woman named Genia, answers.

"Hey, Genia, it's Peter, Dale's son. Is she in?" I ask. She pauses for a second before sighing.

"She just went back for a meeting. Probably won't be out for a few hours. Is it anything important? I can take a message to her." Genia says, sounding remorseful.

"No, that's okay, I guess. Thank you." I don't wait for hero reply, hanging up with a sigh. I trudge back inside, and Stan's eyes light up.

"She almost here?" He asks, and I drop my head, shaking it.

"She's not coming." I say simply, and Stan's face visibly drops.

"Okay. Well, we can still eat together?" He suggests, looking between Hillary and I. I shake my head, but Hillary doesn't.

"I actually had plans before this dinner came up. I can stay if you'd like." I say, really hoping he doesn't want me to.

"No, it's okay. I can get your sandwich to go." Stan says, and even though I know he wants me to stay, I'd rather go see Patrick.

"Thank you, that would be great."

--

I push Patrick's balcony door open, my bag from the restaurant in my hand. I thought we could share it since I'm back earlier than I thought I would be.

"Yeah, yeah, man, I got it. Yeah, he's cute. No, I'm not going to fuck him. Not tonight at least." Patrick has his back - his shirtless, perfect back - facing away dorm me, talking into his phone. He laughs at something the person, Spencer probably, says. My suspicions are confirmed when he says, "Spence, come on. You know I don't date. You know what? Go to sleep. Pete should be here soon. Yeah, love you too. Goodnight." He hangs the phone up and laughs again, shaking his head. He turns around, and when he sees me, he jumps about twelve feet back, clutching at his chest. "What the fuck?"

"Sorry, your door was just open.." I trail off. I wonder if I should mention the phone call. Probably not. I don't want to ruin this before it starts.

"When did you get here?" He asks, walking closer to me.

"Like ten seconds ago." I lie, and he nods, stopping in front of me and pulling me into a hug.

"You're back earlier than I thought." He wraps his arms around my waist, smiling at me as he looks me in the eyes.

"Yeah, my mom couldn't make it, so I bailed early." I say, and he smiles, pulling me closer to him.

"Yeah? So what are we doing?" He gestures to the bag, and I shrug.

"Figured we could eat together. I brought my signature sandwich from the restaurant." I say, and Patrick smiles, taking the bag from me and setting it down on the table. He pulls a chair out for me to sit down before going back to his side. "What a gentleman."

"I try." He winks at me, taking the sandwich out of the back and putting it between us.

We share the sandwich and then end up on Patrick's bed, watching Glee. We both love Glee apparently, which is convenient because I can never get Dallon to watch it with me.

Patrick inches towards me as we watch it until we're touching. He places his arm around my shoulders, and I put my head on his shoulder. He grabs his Xbox controller and pauses the show, and I look up at him, confused.

"Fuck, just come here." Patrick cups my face and kisses me. I'm so shocked that I don't kiss him back. He pulls away seconds later and shoots off of the bed, pacing back and forth, apologising wildly. "I'm sorry, that was. Fuck, that was. I shouldn't have done that."

"No, it's okay. I just. I've only kissed one person. Two now, I guess." I scratch the back of my head awkward as he gawks at me.

"You've only.. Oh shit." Patrick's eyes widen as he walks back towards the bed.

"It wasn't bad, just unexpected. Maybe you could.. try it again?" I say, but it comes out as a question.

Patrick nods, cupping my face again. "Just relax." This time when he kisses me, I close my eyes and focus on moving my lips to match his pace. He pulls away a few seconds later, leaving our foreheads pushed together. "You're not bad for only having kissed one person."

"Thanks?" I ask, and he laughs, kissing me again. "So, you like me?" His eyes widen at my question, and he pulls away, biting his lip.

"Yeah, I do. I really do." He says, and I smile, pulling him back towards me and kissing him again.

and now we get into the peterick

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