New Year - Sequel to Mistletoe

May 14, 2015

A/N: HEY HOWDY I'M BACK Y'ALL

Patrick

The words echoed in my head, and I almost couldn't believe what he said. My eyes were wide, and he was staring at the floor, almost like he expected me to reject him, or worse, yell at him. He seemed nervous, or maybe scared. I tried to collect my thoughts, eventually coming up with a small, timid "Pete?". He didn't look up at me, still looking at the floor as he quietly answered, "Hm?" I felt a sudden burst of confidence that I didn't know I was capable of having, and my voice came out strong as I said, "Look at me." 

My mind was racing at a thousand miles a minute, and he looked up at me slowly, almost shyly, his face flushed a dark red at that point. Before my mind could stop me, before it could start screaming at me to get a grip and pull it together, I surprised myself and pulled him into a kiss, ignoring the insecure thoughts in the back of my head, the self doubts. He instantly kissed me back, and I almost felt like crying. It almost felt like it was that first kiss under the mistletoe so long ago. I was kissing the same person. The same lips. Hell, they even tasted the same. God, I missed him so fucking much. 

I wrapped my arms around his waist, and my breath hitched as he reached up to my face, cupping it with his hands. I could feel myself start to smile, and I could feel him start to smile as well. I slowly pulled away, and he rested his forehead against mine and whispered, "God, 'Trick, I've wanted to do that for so long."

I could feel my face grow red. So he'd missed it as much as I did. "R-Really?" I whispered back. He pulled away, looking at me as he nodded, starting to blush as well. "The whole fucking time I've ever known you." My face was definitely red by now, and I couldn't stop smiling as he grinned back, his teeth showing. I was silent for a moment, before a small smirk made its way on my face and I asked with a strange confidence, the same confidence that hadn't gone away yet, "Have I ever told you you're a good kisser?"

He blushed, and sent me a smirk back as he responded slowly, "No, I don't think you have." "Well, you are." I blurted out, and he looked down, biting his lip slightly. I noticed, and I couldn't help but stare at him. He looked back up at me after a moment, but now he had a different look in his eyes. I became a bit concerned, until he asked, "U-Uh, Patrick?" 

"Yes?" I responded, a bit unsurely. He swallowed before quietly asking, "...What does this make us?" The question caught me off guard, and I hesitated for a moment as it registered. He took this as a bad sign, blurting out quickly, "N-Not that we need to be...you know, anything, I don't want to rush you- fuck, I didn't mean-" "Pete." He stopped as I interrupted him. I leaned in a bit closer, whispering, "What do you want us to be?" I almost laughed at his expression. His eyes widened, and his face grew bright red once again as he stammered, "U-Uh, um...uh..."

I took that as a sign to continue, and I leaned in closer. "Because I'm fine with whatever." I could feel his nervousness, and he glanced at my lips, trying to form words. It was almost amusing, seeing him like this. Usually he was the one making me struggle to find words. I decided to drag it out a bit, and whispered, trying not to smirk, "Am I making you nervous?" His eyes widened, and he stuttered out, "U-Uh..." That caused me to finally smirk at him, and he leaned in closer to me as he nervously asked, "B-Boyfriends?"

I bit my lip, purposely staring into his eyes as I responded, "Sounds good." I had no idea when I had gotten so slutty, but I wasn't thinking about that at the time. Instead, I was having fun. I could feel how tense Pete was, and it was almost funny to me. I smirked to myself, then whispered, "So are you going to kiss me now?" I could tell that he got a sudden boost of confidence after I said that, and he smirked slightly before whispering back, "If you want."

I bit my lip once he said that, and he took it as a good sign, aggressively kissing me. I gasped slightly, not quite expecting it, and I stumbled back a bit as he pushed me against the wall. His fingers were tangled in my hair as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. He gently tugged on my hair, and I let out a quiet moan as I heard him quietly chuckle. He stopped kissing me long enough to tug off my shirt, and I did the same for him before he went back to kissing me, his hands running along my chest as I groaned softly.

My fingers went to the zipper of his jeans, starting to mess with it, but his hands stopped me as he pulled away a bit. He had a caring, genuine look in his eyes as he softly asked, "You're sure you want this, right?" I gave him a reassuring smile, planting a kiss on his cheek as I whispered back, "Yeah, I'm sure."

He picked me up then, carrying me as I wrapped my arms around his torso. We made our way to his bedroom, me kissing his neck softly the whole way there as we spent the rest of the morning together.

A/N: h a h you little nasty shits thought I was gonna write smut I think the fuck not