(One month and three days)
Smooch.
"Pete, you've kissed me on the cheek like five times in the past ten minutes."
Smooch smooch smooch smooch.
Patrick giggled, pulling away from his boyfriend and smiling. "Pete stop it!" he said, blushing madly.
Pete just put his arms around Patrick's neck, and around his shoulders, smiling madly and kissing all over the smaller boy's cheeks and face.
"You're - smooch - just so damn - smooch - cute! I would stop kissing you if you stopped being adorable!" Pete protested in between kisses, and Patrick pushed at his chest gently, just giggling quietly.
Joe, getting tired of hearing this shit on the other side of the room, groaned. "We GET IT, you guys love each other or whatever!" he complained, throwing his magazine down.
Pete smirked and tackled Patrick onto the couch, and quiet 'mwahs' could be heard from the two, along with giggling and soft 'cuties' and 'adorable'.
Joe just groaned and left. Seriously, they needed to get a fucking room.
