Full Of Love

Save Rock And Roll

Patrick has something on his mind and won't tell anyone. But when he gets drunk, he lets it slip.(1900 words)

(A/N) Though it might seem this would contain smut, it does not. It just has mentions and the before and the aftermath of said thing, don't worry. I hope you enjoy!

"Geez Pat, you've already had 7 beers, maybe you should slow down a bit, or you know, completely?" I laughed a little, taking the beer out of my boyfriend's hand. We were at Joe's house to talk about potentially writing music again. We had decided to start a new album, but keep it under wraps, and we were having a small celebration with drinks. For some reason, Pat's mission was to get wasted.

"But I haven't drunk like this since... I don't know. College?" He told me, his speech beginning to become slurred. I just shook my head.

"Yeah, and there's a reason for that. As much fun as you can be drunk, we don't need you to be. You're still insanely fun when sober, so please stay that way." I explained, kissing his forehead and drinking the -small- remainder of his beer.

"If I can't have it, then why can you?" He asked, looking slightly hurt that I had drunk that bit of beer.

"Because I've only had one beer, and there was barely any left in there," I said, shaking the can to prove it. "Now look, we're probably going to stay up really late, so let's just drink some water or soda now, ok?"

"Yeah, whatever." He rolled his eyes and started to get up, but he immediately fell back down.

"See, this is why you need to stop." 'You should've stopped 5 beers ago, but you know...' I muttered the last part, but I think he heard me anyway.

*Time skip to 5 am(cause I'm lazy, oops)*

"Peeeteeeeeyy?" Patrick asked, trying as hard as he could to be serious but ended up failing and sounding like a happy five-year-old.

"Yes, Patty dear?" I replied, blinking repeatedly to get an idea of where he was in the dark. I saw his outline on the other end of the couch. "Pat-" I started when he didn't answer, but he cut me off by crawling on top of me. I felt his hot breath on my neck and it made me shiver.

"I'm sorry we haven't had sex yet." He murmured, his mouth still hovering over my neck.

"What? What'd you mean Trick?" I instantly responded, becoming very confused.

"Well, we've been dating for two and a half months now, and we haven't even had sex. I'm sorry." He explained, beginning to kiss my neck. As good as that felt, I had to get to the bottom of this, and plus we were on Joe's couch.

"Why are you worrying about this? I don't need sex from you, nor will I ever pressure you to, not unless you're ready. I would never push any boundaries baby, you know that." I told him, pushing him away from me, but he just came back and began kissing my neck again, biting slightly to leave little marks on my skin. I let him do this for a little bit, but I knew he was drunk enough to not really know he was doing this. I pushed him away again and kept my hands on his shoulders this time, holding him back. He looked like a hurt little puppy, but I knew he would regret this even more if in the morning if I had let him continue.

"Don't you want this?" He asked, looking even sadder.

"Not if you don't, and if you were sober you wouldn't want it either. Now, I'm going to write a note to Joe telling him we left and then we're going to go home. Can you stay on the couch for me while I write the note?" I told him, getting up as he nodded.