Friends Till The End(Peterick)

Chapter 4

Hi again the picture above is how Pete and Patrick look like in my story so basically they look like their 2013 selves.
Warning:might be a bit uninappropriate for some ppl!!!!
Anyway...
ENJOY!!!!
9 years later
(Patrick, age 17, point of view)
"Patrick get the fuck up or you will be late for school!", my bitch of a father screamed knocking on my door.
I sigh. Of course I would feel a lot better if the love of my life was here by my side. But I know he can't and I OF course understand that. Sigh. I grab my phone from my busted up nightstand(not what you might possibly be thinking)and type up a message.

To petey: Morning baby

From petey: Morning my little angel did u sleep well? :)
I looked at myself at the mirror. I moved my hair that was covering my temple to look at my big bruise, it has just started to bleed again. I sigh. I pull up my shirt. My chest isn't doing any better. I thought for a moment on that question Pete had just asked. I couldn't tell him the truth about what happened...

To Petey: no....

From Petey: Oh baby...why not?

To Petey: I needed u by my side I missed u

From Petey: Aw baby I'm closer than u think ^•^

What the fuck I think as something hits my window. I get up and open my window, peeking outside. I look down and see the most beautiful human being staring up at me.
"There's my gorgeous angel", Pete yelled up at me, grinning like an adorable idiot. He looked hotter and cuter in the morning sun." Let me up".
"And why should I?", I smirked down at him.
"Because you looooove your Petey", he smiled up at me.
"Ugh fine", I pout down at him. I bent down on my knees and go under my bed, searching for my tool to secretly get Pete into my room. My fingers search around for a couple seconds until I feel the rope. I grab the rope and walk back to the window. I let down the rope towards Pete and he grabs it. Even though I'm not that strong, I managed to pull up Pete, fortunately he helped too.
When he finally got into my room, he smashed his lips onto mine, cupping my cheeks with his soft tan hands. I tangled my hands in his hair as the kiss grew passionate. He bit my tongue which made me moan. He smirked by pushing me onto his bed, climbing on top of me. He straddled me, still kissing me. I tried to put my arms around his neck but he pinned them down above my head with one of his hands and put the other inside my pants. We gasped after a couple minutes from our make out session and stared into each other eyes.
"Hi", he mumbled in this very sexy tone.
"Hi", I moaned as I felt his hand go into my boxers.
"Do you want me to stop?", he whispered.
"No never", I mumbled. "You're good at this".
"Thanks", he whispered his hands going deeper into my boxers, until his hand reached my...you know.
"Can I?...", he asked me in that sexy tone again. I knew what he meant. And I don't regret my answer.
"Yes", I responded, smiling. He smirked laying his head on my shoulder for a couple minutes until I felt his pointer finger inside me.
I moaned in pleasure. God he has a gift. He kissed everywhere on my neck as he added a second finger. Then started leaving hickeys on my neck as he added three fingers. I kept moaning harder. I titled my head to the side with my chest rising.
"Pete", I moaned loudly. I'm so glad my father already left or he will be more pissed than he always is. "You have only been here for fifth teen minutes and we are already almost having sex...Pete I'm gonna..."
"Come for baby", he mumbled through my skin. He pushed in his fingers further inside me and I moaned louder in pleasure. "You have nothing to hide Patrick..."
I come on his fingers and he pulls his fingers out, and starts licking them. "You taste delicious", he smirked down at me, my legs still straddling his waist and my arms still pinned up above my head.
"Thanks", I smirk up at him. He smiled and led out his hand for me. I placed my hand in his and he led me towards my mirror. I stare at myself in the mirror. I have hickeys all over my neck and my hair is all messed up. I turn back to my bed and see the mess I had made.
"Why couldn't we have done this later Petey? We have school in like thirty five minutes", I tell him, secretly wishing we had never stopped what we were doing.
He walks up to me and wraps his arms around my waist. "Admit it Patrick. You wanted this just as much as I did. Besides, now everyone knows that you are mine", he whispered on my neck, kissing one my hickeys.
"I was always yours", I whispered turning him around so he could face me. I smashed my lips onto his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck. He ran his arms up and down my back. Our tongues danced inside my mouth. He placed his arm under my neck and the other under my knees so he could pick me up bridal style, just like our second kiss on the day we met. My hands moved to cup both of his cheeks. We stayed like that for about a minute or two until he carried me to his bed, threw me on it, and he straddled me again. Well here we go again.

Ok...I wasn't expecting all the stuff I wrote in this chapter... it's my first time writing one of these things so...ya ok hope u like!!!
By the way, leave in the comments what you think Patrick is hiding from Pete!