"Stop trying to spoon me, ugh, Pete, c'mon, it's hot and I'm trying to sleep."
"You love it."
"Pete?"
Patrick clears his throat. "Why are you nibbling on my ear?"
"You taste good, that's why." Patrick can't see Pete but he can hear the smirk in his voice.
"Oh my god."
"Oh, sorry, that is a little gay, hang on, let me just fix that... No homo... Okay, we're totally good now."
Patrick blushes so hard he feels like he's fifteen again. "Shutup."
"No, seriously, I can literally put your dick in my mouth but it doesn't count cause I said no homo." Pete snuggles in deeper, dipping down to Patrick's jaw and biting there before continuing to nibble on Patrick's ear.
"I'm trying to sleep."
Pete continues on like he hasn't heard Patrick. "We should do that actually. I would love to suck you off right now." He hums throatily.
"Pete." Patrick says exasperatedly.
"But before we do, lunchbox, you say it too, just to be on the safe side, because what if it doesn't cover us otherwise? Go on."
"What?" Patrick shoves an elbow back into Pete. Pete huffs a little but doesn't stop.
"Say no homo dude, we've got to be safe about this."
"Pete, I think we are past that, you're spooning me and sucking on my neck."
"Hurry up and say it so this isn't gay then."
"Pete, this really couldn't be any gayer." Patrick complains, holding out. There's no way he's saying 'no homo'. What is he, twelve?
"Oh, I can think of a few ways it could be gayer." Pete mutters filthily.
Patrick blushes despite himself and Pete kisses his cheek where the warmth blooms. "Pete, I can feel your boner on my ass, this doing pretty alright in the gay charts already."
"Oh sorry." Pete bites down on Patrick's neck. Patrick feels himself blush again and a tiny moan slips out. "But no homo." Pete shoves Patrick's shirt up and thumbs at his nipple. He rubs his very noticeable ass into Patrick's ass and rolls him over, sliding down, tugging at Patrick's pyjamas. "I love it when you get all embarrassed, aww, you're such a cutie..."
Then Patrick's pretty sure Pete says something about being "just one dude hanging out with another, totally no homo" but Patrick can't be sure cause talking around a dick isn't a skill many people have and Pete is not an exception to this rule. Patrick gasps as Pete tongues over Patrick's slit and hums around his dick. Patrick writhers underneath him as Pete licks up the shaft, making a happy noise to meld right in with Patrick's little stifled moans. Pete always treats blowjobs like it's the most fun he's ever had. He giggles gleefully, and Patrick scowls for a moment, because even if that's just what Pete does, having your cock giggled at is kind of offensive. But then Pete sinks his hot mouth down, following his hand all the way to the base and pulls off with a quick cough, and Patrick lets another moan out and tangles his fingers in Pete's hair, tugging at the inchoate curls forming at his neckline where it got wet in the shower before. Pete goes back in, setting a quick, wet rhythm and Patrick can't help thrusting into Pete's mouth and Pete's not even wavering, he's just taking him deeper. Patrick lets out one last, long moan and Pete groans and swallows around Patrick's dick and Patrick comes, whining loudly as Pete licks the spillage off the tip with dark eyes. He comes a second later with his own hand wrapped around his dick, his boxers pulled down messily, as Patrick watches him through half lidded eyes.
Patrick gulps in a few deep breaths and yanks Pete towards him harshly to put his lips on Pete's, licking inside his mouth slowly and lazily before gently breaking away and the both of them settling back down. Pete tucks his head back in to the crook of Patrick's neck, hot breath fanning out over his collar bone, and Patrick can feel Pete's whole body shake with laughter as Patrick says,
"Pete?"
"Yeah?"
"No homo."
