[PETERICK] i'm sorry lover (these days i tend to lie)

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"Patrick."

"Pete, it's 10am. On a weekend. Stop talking."

"Patriiiick"

"I swear to God if you don't let me sle--"

"Patrick," Pete let out a frustrated groan and rolled over in the bed, throwing his arms around Patrick, "Why are you so grumpy, Pattycakes?"

"Because it's 10:23 in the morning," Patrick rolled over to face Pete and saw he was doing that awful kicked-puppy face. He rolled his eyes, but let out a resigned sigh, "What do you want?"

"We need to get up," Pete pressed a light kiss to Patrick's nose, "We're meeting Andy and his boyfriend at 12"

Patrick let out a disgruntled noise and pulled the covers over his head.

"That's in two hours," Patrick grumbled from underneath the blankets, "Two hours I could've spent sleeping. But here I am. Not sleeping."

"You are literally the lamest person ever, Patrick Martin Stump," Pete pulled the comforter back to look at Patrick, the pout still evident on his face, "I'll make you breakfast and give you lots of kisses if you get up?"

"You drive a hard bargain, Wentz" Patrick sighed and sat up, then looked at his boyfriend with a faux exasperated expression, "The pout is cheating. You can't do that."

"Watch me" Pete grinned, and jumped up to kiss Patrick on the nose. Patrick shoved at him jokingly, which consequently led to Pete falling off the bed and Patrick apologizing approximately 1,000,000 times.

After many apologies and much melodrama from Pete, they were both out of bed, with Patrick pulling on a David Bowie t-shirt and the smell of pancakes drifting from the small apartment kitchen.

Patrick walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Pete's torso, pressing his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck. Pete continued cooking while Patrick leaned on him, half-asleep.

"Tired?" Pete glanced at the shoulder where Patrick's head rested.

"Extremely," Patrick glanced up at the clock and groaned, "I could be sleeping right now, you asshole--"

"But I'm you asshole," Pete turned around to kiss Patrick on the forehead, then wiggled free from the smaller man's grasp to finish up on the pancakes, "And also, I'm making you pancakes, so shut the fuck up."

"Love you too," Patrick grumbled as he poured himself and Pete a cup of coffee.

Pete set down Patrick's pancakes and Patrick set down Pete's coffee, and they settled into their normal breakfast routine, Pete checking his email ( and occasionally groaning about something his shitty boss did) and Patrick trying to finish a chapter in the latest book he was reading.

This is the life, Patrick thought as he looked up and relished in the domesticity of the scene. The little things, like how Pete would grin every time he caught Patrick's eye, or the way Pete refused to close his mouth when he chewed because he knew that it got on Patrick's nerves ("You're horrible" "Love you"). The little things that made Patrick love Pete even more (Even though he was a major pain in the ass).

If you really loved him, A snide, nasty little voice in the back of his mind spat, You wouldn't keep an entire fucking part of your identity away from him, you selfish asshole.

Patrick let out a small sigh, and Pete glanced up from where he had been scarfing down pancakes.

"Whasf wron'?" His voice was muffled from the amount of food in his mouth, contrasting with his furrowed brows and overall concerned expression. Patrick stifled a giggle.