Novocaine

The Happy Ending

Patrick woke up feeling content like he'd had the best sleep after years of lack of sleep. He was on his back, staring at the ceiling trying to register what had happened last night when he looked down to a tan left arm over his naked belly. He slowly trails the arm, afraid of what he might think whose that belongs to and saw the peaceful face of Pete Wentz plopped on the pillow beside him. He was on his stomach, naked.

"Oh, god," Patrick sat up and put his feet on the hardwood floor. He grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands and shut his eyes so hard when the pounding on his head gets louder.

He heard Pete groaned from behind his back. Without looking, he knows Pete is awake now.

"So, is this the part when you realize that this was a mistake and you sneak out on me?" Pete asked in his hoarse morning voice. He's supporting himself on his elbows to take a better look on the pale back of the man of his past. Hoping it was not regrets he's seeing on that unreadable back.

Patrick let out a sigh. The stinging pain on his head doesn't help him make out a good answer to Pete's question. He's staring at his feet, contemplating.

"Patrick?" Pete called again after there's no response from the younger man.

"I'm not..." He paused. His breath hitched and suddenly his throat is dry. He can feel like his windpipe is closing up. Why is it so hard to admit this feeling?

"What?" Pete is not happy. He's now glaring at the back of Patrick's head, sending disillusioned vibes to him.

Patrick let out a heavier sigh. He took a most needed deep breath and ran his hand through his hairs. "No," he finally says. "I don't feel like it was a mistake," he tried to look at Pete over his shoulder.

"What does it mean?" Pete is now fully sit up on his bed. He's furrowing his eyebrows in cofusion and probably a hint of hope.

"I never thought it would be a mistake in the first place, Pete," he turns his back to face Pete, crossing his legs. "And I don't think it was a mistake now. It feels right. It feels like we should've done it a million years ago," he smiles, feeling relieved now that he said what is in his mind this whole time.

Pete's face softened. He can see the sincerity in Patrick's eyes and his smile. Damn, that smile, melts Pete's heart everytime. He returns Patrick's smile with his widest grin. "Really?" He can't stop this giggly feelings he has inside and smiles wider if that is even possible.

Patrick chuckles, "Yeah. Really." He leans closer to him until their noses touch. He stops there a second to take a glance on Pete's wanting lips and kisses him dearly.

Pete's eyes closing, sinking every sense and feeling the surge of happiness on every cells of his body. He envelopes Patrick in a tight hug and brings him closer to straddle him.

"Mmh. Okay," Pete mumbles during their kisses. "I... Mmh. Need... To... Tell you something," Pete says between kisses.

"Hmm? What's that?" Patrick's cupping his jaw with both hands and stubbornly kissing Pete, trying to ignore he has something to tell him.

"I'm..." Kiss. "Mmh..." Kiss. "Okay..." Kiss. "Mmh..." Kiss. "Patrick. Sit down for a while," Pete pulls Patrick from his sides and sits him in front of him.

"Hmmwhhaatt?" Patrick blurted out with half closed eyes, feeling the high after the passionate kiss(es).

"I need to tell you," Pete cups his both hands to Patrick's cheeks to help him steady himself from the kiss-drunk "...that you are very cute like a button. Out of all every buttons, you are the cutest little button out there." He kisses Patrick briefly before adding, "And you are adorable as hell. I fucking adore you."