"C'mon Pete, I'm exhausted, please can we just go to bed? You know I've been in the studio all day, it takes it out of me-"
"Shush Trick, just c'mere and cuddle with me," Patrick was looking down at Pete on the bed, standing by the door and rubbing his face to keep himself awake. His eyes were drooping and he could slowly feel himself drifting off into a much needed deep sleep. Pete, however, was completely wide awake due to having a coffee not half an hour prior. He was lying under the blankets on the bed, with his legs and just over his hipbone covered. His chest was shirtless, and knowing Pete, there probably weren't any pants on the man either.
Patrick sighed heavily and took his glasses off to rub on the bridge of his nose.
"I love cuddling with you, you know I do, but," he started, having to shake his head lightly to stop his eyes from falling shut. "I'm exhausted. Tired. Sleep deprived. Whatever you wanna call it- I'm that." Pete stuck his bottom lip out and looked up at Patrick with wide eyes.
"But Patriiiiick, pleeaase?" He begged, clasping his hands together in a mock plead. After receiving no reply from Patrick, he wiggled his eyebrows lightly which earned a small giggle from the younger man. Pete broke out into a wide smile, then patted the space next to him on the bed gently. "Please? We can cuddle while you fall asleep. It'll be comfy as hell, trust me."
"Yeah, but.." Patrick trailed off.
"But?"
"You're naked." Pete snorted.
"So? It's nothing you haven't seen before. And we'll be under the covers, so neither of us will see each other,"
"What do you mean each other? I'm not stripping off too!" Pete flopped back on the bed, letting out a loud whine.
"But Triiiiiiick, it's not the same if we're not naked," he looked back towards Patrick standing in the doorway with a smirk. "And besides, you're hot as hell so I'd get to see your beautiful body."
This made Patrick blush a bright red. Despite the fact that they had been going out for many years now, no matter how many times Pete complimented Patrick or made a comment on how he looked, Patrick would blush the brightest shade of red and his heart would start beating fast. It was like he was a teenager all over again, getting flustered at even the smallest little compliment. And, honestly, that made Pete do it more. One, he got to tell Patrick that he looks amazing, and two, he gets to witness Patrick getting flustered which is the cutest thing ever.
And so here he was; Patrick getting embarrassed and Pete relishing in the adorableness that was Mr Stump.
"I-I mean, I guess.. Yeah," The younger stammered out, not sure how to respond to the compliment. He sighed before carrying on, "Fine. But not for long, I really am exhausted."
Pete's face lit up like a kid on Christmas, the only difference here being that it wasn't Christmas (because let's be honest- Pete is a 5 year old stuck in a man's body).
Patrick walked further into the room now, stopping by the dresser to carefully place his fedora down and fold his glasses neatly next to it. He toed his shoes off, too lazy to bend down and undo the laces, and moved them to the end of the bed in a small pile. He took a quick glance at Pete- who was watching intensely, not wanting to miss a thing Patrick was doing- before pulling at the hem of his t-shirt, bringing it up and over his head. He folded it neatly and put it on top of the dresser next to his glasses and fedora.
In the small moment of silence, he heard Pete whisper, "Beautiful," which only added to Patrick's blushing face.
Next, Patrick undid his belt, careful not clank the buckle and ruin the quiet ambience of the room. He set that on top of his shirt, then he undid the buttons of his jeans, slowly sliding down the zipper then pushing them down to his ankles. He shook them off and folded those too, adding them to the pile of his clothes on the dresser. Hoping that was enough to please Pete, he made his way towards the bed.
"Nuh-uh. Underwear too," Pete said with a sly grin, eyeing Patrick up and down with awe. Pete could never get tired of this- looking at Patrick. He found him so beautiful and heavenly, it was like he wasn't even real. Pete often wondered why the other man doubted himself so much, remembering how Patrick had told him that he'd never exactly been confident in his body. But whenever Pete looked at him, all he saw was perfection. Just pure perfection. And he never hesitated to tell Patrick this.
"You look beautiful, Trick. Honestly, you'd make angels cry if they saw how amazing you look. I'm not even an angel and I wanna cry from how perfect you are," Patrick just furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head gently.
"I don't think so.."
"Mhmm. Look, I'll even prove it to you if you come here," Patrick hesitated before climbing into bed and getting under the covers. Pete snuggled up behind him and wrapped his arms tight around his hips.
"This," he started. "Is your neck. It's amazing because for starters, it's great for leaving hickies, and it also leads up to your face." Pete slowly kissed up Patrick's neck, stopping at his jaw. "This is your face. Your beautiful, perfect, handsome face, which has the cutest nose, the prettiest eyes and the best lips on it," Pete peppered kisses all over his face, earning a small giggle and a squirm from Patrick.
"Tickles," The younger whispered out, just getting a small smile from Pete.
"This," Pete said, squishing Patrick in a tight hug. "Is your tummy. It's cute and squishy and perfect and- I could go on for hours about how much I love your tummy. But it's great for hugs," Pete said, grinning wide and kissing the back of his neck gently. His hands travelled from Patrick's stomach down to the tops of his legs.
"And last but certainly not least, these are your thighs. They're gorgeous and beautiful, and honestly the most heavenly things I've ever seen on Earth." Pete rubbed them gently with his thumbs, getting a small shiver from Patrick. "You're beautiful, okay? You might forget sometimes, but I'm always here to remind you. You're perfect." Pete finished with a loving kiss to Patrick's lips, cupping his jaw lightly. Patrick turned around so he was facing Pete, then buried his face in the other's chest.
"Love you. I love you so much," he muttered into Pete's chest, eyes now drooping at the prospect of sleep. Pete gave a small smile, looking down and kissing Patrick on the head.
"I love you too," he ran his hands up and down Patrick's back. "..but you still have your underwear on."
Patrick giggled lightly then pulled away from Pete to reach under the covers. His hand came back up with a pair of boxers, which he threw in the general direction of the dresser. Looking up at Pete with a grin, he laughed out, "Better?"
"Much better."
Pete pulled at the back of Patrick's neck to bring him closer, placing a quick kiss to his lips again. Patrick smiled at him before going back to his original position, resting his head on Pete's chest and tangling their legs together.
In a grand total of 36 seconds, Patrick had fallen asleep, light, gentle snores filling Pete's ears. Pete smiled down at the younger man and rested his head on top of his.
"Goodnight, Patrick,"
