Loveless (Peterick)

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A ringing woke him from his slumber, and he found it to be his cellphone on his nightstand.
"God, answer it already," Elisa groaned, throwing the pillow over her head to drown out the sound.
Patrick grabbed it and wandered out into the hallway to see what Pete wanted in the middle of the night.
"Hi? You okay?"
"Yeah. Totally, dude."

"How'd your- uh- your date with Mikey go?"
"Fucking...I don't know how to explain it right now. Can you just pick me up? I'm at a- I'm at the- um- karaoke bar we went to. They kicked me out because they were closing or something."

"Are you drunk?" Patrick questioned.
"Maybe."
"Jesus. I'll be there in a few minutes."
Pete was lying on the sidewalk when Patrick showed up. He stunk like he had drank out the entire bar.

"Where's your car?"
"I don't remember. We can get it tomorrow."
"It'll probably be towed by then."
"Then I'll pay for it. Just help me," he said, throwing his hands in the air for Patrick to grab onto.

Once they were both in the car and buckled in safely Patrick decided to ask again about what had happened. He was genuinely concerned about how his plans had went sour when he'd approved of them.
"Ray sabotaged me, and- and I don't even know why! He told me Mikey would like those places, but he didn't. Mikey's just a piece of trash. I hate him. I hate him so much," he slurred in response.

"I'm sorry, Pete."
"You should be! It's your fault too!"
"Wait. What? How?"

"You- you told me to keep going when you knew it wasn't going to happen."

"I swear I didn't know anything. I thought you two hit it off with each other pretty well. I'm not responsible for how Mikey acted at all or how your boss managed to spoil it either."
"It's still your fault."

"You know what? I'm taking you home with me. You're obviously not in your right mind, and you might end up hurting yourself or something stupid like that."

Pete grumbled incoherently in the passenger seat all the way to Patrick's house, and he protested on going inside, but Patrick eventually persuaded him by promising there'd be more booze.
"You lied!" he barked.
"Calm down. Get on the couch, and go to sleep. You need the rest."

The drunk man gave in and lied down as he was told whilst Patrick grabbed a spare blanket from his closet. He draped the blanket over his friend and leaned down to tuck him in properly, but he suddenly felt a grip on his wrist. When he looked up he noticed his face was hovering near Pete's, and the two stared at each other in silence. Pete sat up, closing the gap between them when he captured Patrick's supple lips with his own rough ones, and cupped the blond's cheeks gingerly. The taste of whiskey seeped into Patrick's mouth and onto his tongue, but he was too caught up in the kiss as a whole.

It wasn't sensible. Pete was gone beyond his own comprehension, but the second Patrick tried to pull away the other yanked him forward, causing the blond to fall right into his lap. Teeth gnawed at the pink flesh of lips whilst hands slid up under shirts until Pete shoved Patrick back, climbing on top, and began to decorate his neck in rushed, heavy kisses that imprinted themselves into his skin like ink. Patrick could feel something hard bulging out of Pete's jeans that mushed deeper into his thigh as the man on top of him bucked his hips harshly. He gasped at the touch of fingers trickling down his torso toward his crotch.

"Pete, we can't-"
His words were interrupted by a hand reaching into his pants and grabbing him. Patrick pushed the drunkard off and rose quickly.
"I can't...I can't. Not with you like that."
Pete collapsed, tumbling off the couch onto the rug.

Patrick knelt at his side and tapped his cheeks to ensure that he wasn't dead. When he received a few mumbles he tried to lift him off the ground very unsuccessfully. Ultimately, Patrick settled for throwing the blanket over him and sleeping on the couch himself so that he could keep an eye on Pete in case he were to choke on his own puke or make a turn for the worse sometime throughout the night. His fingers hovered over his mouth, though, as he replayed the sexual scene from a few moments ago. He could still feel his lips on his like they'd never left, and he wondered what it would feel like to do it again when Pete was actually sober.