Peterick OneShots

Cherry Blossom

A fluffy drabble kind of based around the Japan tour, for my friend Annie and all of the anons that have been asking about fluff!!

Special shout out to Spencer for giving me feedback on this since I'm paranoid about endings (rip lol)

TW: food m, fluffy, short, ask to tag

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As much as he complained about traveling, Patrick loved visiting other places. Tokyo was his favorite city to visit, but he liked to go anywhere. He supposed it was because he liked to learn about the cultures, but Pete was sure it was because of the food and the sights.

Pete smiled when he walked onto the balcony of their hotel, to find Patrick leaning against the edge, staring out at the city below. He was wrapped up tightly in his jacket and scarf, but he still seemed cold. Pete sat down the coffees he made them and leaned against the railing beside him, not saying anything for a few moments.

Patrick sighed softly and leaned his head against Pete's shoulder, prompting the older man to wrap his arms around him.

"It's so pretty here," Patrick said quietly. Pete nodded, leaning forward to rest his chin on Patrick's shoulder.

"Maybe.. Maybe for the um.. We could honeymoon here, if you wanted?" Patrick stuttered out, face turning an adorable shade of pink.

Pete smiled and kissed his cheek, nodding. "We can do that Pattycakes."

Patrick hummed, leaning back against his fiance. The tour was almost over, which he was sad about, but Pete agreed that they could all hang out in Japan for an extra day, just to walk around and maybe meet more fans. Patrick desperately wanted to go to some of the more tourist-y spots, determined to get Pete the most ridiculous souvineir he could find.

Pete kissed his temple before letting him go, pulling Patrick over to the little chairs and table. Wordlessly, Pete pressed the little styrafoam Starbucks cup into the singer's hand, making him smile.

Patrick sat in between Pete's legs, letting the older man wrap his limbs around him while he sipped his coffee. Pete sighed, resting his cheek against Patrick's shoulder blades.

"Andy said he's taking us to this vegan place he found for breakfast tomorrow," Pete said absently, lacing his fingers with Patrick's. "He said we have to, or him and Joe are gonna kick our asses."

Patrick chuckled, smiling against the rim of his cup. He took a sip before leaning back against Pete, looking up at him. "We'd better go then, huh? An angry crossfit junkie isn't someone I wanna mess with."

Pete nodded,"Damn straight."

Beaming, Patrick leaned up to press a kiss to the underside of Pete's jaw. "After we drop them off at the airport, I wanna go to that bridge we passed on the way to the venue."

Pete nodded, squeezing Patrick slightly. "We can do that. You have to take a selfie with me though."

Patrick groaned dramatically, smiling when he turned to see Pete's grinning face. Patrick liked that, that after all these years he could still make Pete's eyes light up, make him smile so bright.

His smile turned soft, and Patrick turned, sitting the coffee on the floor beside their chair. He leaned forward, arms wrapping around Pete's neck, pulling him into a gentle kiss.

Pete hummed appreciatively, arms wrapping tightly around Patrick's lower back. For a moment they kissed gently, flush against one another but somehow still not close enough. Patrick pulled away with a sigh, blinking at Pete sleepily.

"I love you," he whsipered, smile tugging at his lips.

Pete pressed his nose against the singer's, stealing one more kiss before leaning back.

"You're sleepy," he said quietly, fingers brushing hair from Patrick's face. The singer hummed, nodding when Pete gently tugged him up.

They undressed in the dark, Pete locking the balcony door as Patrick climbed into bed. The bassist slid into the blankets beside his fiance, getting as close to him as he could. Patrick's arms were tight around him, their legs tangling together under the sheets.

Pete tucked his head under Patrick's chin, sighing happily when he started to kiss Pete's hair, callouhsed fingers tracing circles on Pete's bare back.

"Love you," Pete whispered sleepily, pressing one last kiss to Patrick's neck before closing his eyes. Patrick's quiet singing filled the room, pulling Pete closer and closer to sleep.