Patrick was ecstatic to find his package on the front step, delightfully awaiting to be taken indoors and emptied out to make Patrick happy.
Patrick sat on his bed, ripping the taping apart to see a plastic wrap containing his pretty set of lingerie, a long t-shirt and some warm socks.
Patrick smiled, opening the contents of the box and displaying the clothing over his bed sheets.
The t-shirt was white with the graphic design of a carton of strawberry milk - which Patrick adored the taste of.
He held it up to his body, fitting large on him and reaching his knees.
Patrick wanted to try on the lingerie, but he was slightly worried that Pete would walk in on him.
He closed the door and changed in front of his closet, where he wouldn't be immediately visible if the door were to open.
The white and blue silk looked stunning on Patrick's pale skin. He wasn't sure how he felt about the style - Patrick was quite insecure and rather hated his reflection.
He tried the socks on and smiled at them; they fit just fine on his legs and the colors matched with the lingerie.
Patrick decided he was satisfied with his purchases and relocated them into his clothing drawer.
He walked back into the kitchen in his pajamas, finding Pete on the table, munching on a sandwich.
"Hey, I told you I would cook for us, didn't I?" Patrick scolds playfully.
"I was starving too long then... What were you doing up there?" Pete inquires.
"Just some stuff... And I've told you to eat better when you're not at home. Where you're at shouldn't affect your diet," Patrick explains with concern towards Pete.
Pete rolls his eyes with a little smile on his lips.
"I'm sorry," he says, "but it was just today - I missed breakfast."
"Do you want something else to eat?" Patrick asks with a bowl of instant ramen in his hand.
"I thought you meant homemade," Pete teases at his meal.
"I did! But if only one of us was going to eat it, maybe I should just cook something simple for myself," Patrick shrugs, preparing his little meal and stepping out of the kitchen to join Pete.
"I'm fine with that, but I'm hoping to be impressed when you do cook," Pete jokes.
"Anyways, Pete? You know how we kissed and then... last time?" Patrick starts.
"Mmhm... Do you wanna do it again?" Pete smirks, some snickering escaping his lips.
"Well... Yeah, actually. But... but I wanna try something new."
"Oh, yeah, what?" Pete asks with slow breaths.
Patrick just holds Pete's hand, then lifting him out of his seat.
Pete scoffs with uncertainty, watching Patrick as he slides onto his knees, in front of him.
"I want to suck you off like a good boy, Pete," Patrick says in a coyly tone.
Pete takes a moment to consider it, but his mind decides to think of the advantages, fantasizing about the angel.
"Oh, yeah? Then why don't you do it? No one's stopping you, baby," Pete encourages and persuades the boy to undo his pants.
The touch melted Pete's senses - Patrick's skin was so warm, lively.
Patrick advanced to being faced by Pete's boxers. Patrick had red cheeks and hot, pink lips when he started kissing and licking Pete's bulge.
Pete grasped the table behind him and brought his hips forward, adjusting to a more comfortable position.
Patrick continued the teasing after he got the boxers out of the way. He smiled when Pete moaned, then tonguing the boy's slit.
"Fuck...! Now suck," Pete exhaled with little patience.
The alien obeyed when Pete gave the commands.
Connecting his lips to Pete's cock, Patrick hollowed his cheeks and began sucking.
His head would move forward and back as he did, the alien looking beautifully erotic in Pete's eyes.
Patrick's eyes were closed as he did this, skillfully swirling his tongue around like the master he was at it.
Pete played with Patrick's hair in his fingers, moaning and shutting his eyes, fucking the boy's throat.
Patrick's eyes flickered open as he tasted the semen on his tongue. He quickly swallowed, failing to keep clean as he caught some on his lip and his chin.
Pete opened his eyes to the sight, smiling with a shown fang, and Patrick pulled his head away.
He blinked repeatedly, looking up at Pete before putting his hands on Pete's knees.
"What, you want more?" Pete asks with a smirk.
"Mmhm," Patrick reaches for a kiss.
Pete gives in, mouthing at Patrick's plump, wet lips and moaning into his mouth.
Pete let's him go, putting Patrick back on his knees in front of him.
Patrick's face gets hot when he sees how hard Pete has gotten. He licks the tip and keeps eye contact between him and Pete.
Patrick then opens his mouth, carrying Pete's heavy cock on his tongue while he sucks.
He forms a slow pace for his head, moving it back and forth again as he continues to suck.
"Fuck... You can go faster," Pete pants with his furrowed brows and vibrant eyes.
Patrick blinks, acutely unsure before he gives in, speeding up his pace and sucking with more tongue.
"Fuck!" Pete grabs Patrick's head, pulling his hair and forcing him to go faster and fully taking him in his throat.
Patrick's heart is racing and drops of sweat are falling down his skin. He widens his eyes as Pete cums down his throat, making Patrick's eyes water and his heart slow down.
They pull apart and rest for a minute, Pete pulling his pants up.
Pete looks at Patrick, smiling and blinking in awe.
"That was one of the best things I've ever gotten," Pete says with red cheeks.
Patrick smiles sheepishly, scratching at his messy hair.
"Thank you."
"Heh. Thank you," Pete smiles, helping Patrick up.
"Uh, w-what do you wanna do now?" Pete asks.
"Anything with you," Patrick says, hugging Pete and digging his face into Pete's stomach.
"I-I don't have any plans, really," Pete chuckles, flattered by the response.
"Let's cuddle and kiss and watch animated tv," Patrick suggests.
"That sounds awesome," Pete agrees, following Patrick to the sofa.
They start the marathon with season one of Futurama.
I'm sorry, the last part is super cute to me lol
