Rain

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GUYS I JUST WATCHED YBC ALTOGETHER FOR THE FIRST TIME ON THURSDAY AND I WAS SO FUCKING IN LOVE. (ALSO YOUNG VOLCANOES IS MY NEW OBSESSION SONG)

All the air from Patrick is sucked from him. He can't breathe, particularly because Pete is still against him. Patrick feels hesitation within himself, but why? He's wanted this for weeks. Pete's hands rest in two places, one on Patrick's back, keeping him close, and the other lightly on Patrick's jawline. Pete pulls away slightly, hands off Patrick now.

"Oh shit..." Pete stumbles away. "I...I am so sorry, I just was caught in the heat of the-"

Patrick wraps his arms around Pete's neck, pulling him back into his lips. Pete's lips are slightly rough, a slight taste of salt is still on them from dinner. Pete places his hands on Patrick's waist, sliding them around Patrick until they meet behind his back. Pete takes control of this kiss, it's everything he imagined. Except for the fact that Patrick's lips are softer. They pull away a few seconds later, both of them staring into each other's eyes.

"Are you gay?" Is the only stupid thing Patrick can mutter.

"I...I don't know."

"Did you enjoy the...uh..."

"Yeah..." Pete nods, lips still tingling.

"Maybe you're Bisexual?"

"I didn't think I was but..."

They both just stand there. Pete wants to kiss Patrick again, yet, he's so confused now. About himself, about his sexuality. He's liked kissing girls...but Patrick was different, not just because of the obvious difference. Patrick looks at his shoes, Rain is the only noise now. He longs to tell Andy and Joe about the kisses that Pete and him shared. Suddenly, there's a whistling nose. Patrick's eyes narrow, he looks around.

"I think it's the wind." Pete says.

The whistling is joined with a metal rattling.

"What the fuck? Is this thing breaking apart?"

Pete slowly steps closer to the door. His eyes widen.

"Yeah...we need to go now." Pete hurries back over to Patrick.

"What? It's breaking!?"

"The door handle. The wind got stronger and the handle can't hold it, come on!" Pete starts to grab a blanket.

Patrick helps, grabbing his gifts, then a blanket. He turns and Pete is there, pulling up Patrick's hood and securing a blanket over his head. Pete pulls his own hood up, grabs the trash from their food and opens the door. Wind practically opens it for him. Patrick hurriedly follows him to the car, lightning strikes the sky.

"The storm got worse I think!" Patrick yells, using the blanket to open the door. His face stings. Rain definitely hit him.

"Yeah." Pete grabs Patrick's hand and pulls him into the car.

One look at Patrick and he slams the wheel. "Fuck!"

"I'm okay." Patrick uses his sleeves to dab his face.

Pete, not meaning to be forceful, grabs Patrick's jaw to inspect his face. Patrick yelps at the forceful grip and the jolt of pain in his neck. Pete's eyes widen, he lets go and rubs his eyes with the heel of his hands.

"I'm sorry." Patrick mumbles.

"No, I am. I grabbed you, I'm just mad at myself."

"It is okay." Patrick slowly wraps his arm around Pete.

"You're hurt." Pete looks up.

"Just a little water." Patrick shrugs.

Pete rests his hand under Patrick's chin, pulling him over gently. He uses his thumb to examine Patrick's face, mainly the cheeks, which had gotten the worse of it. Patrick winces as Pete runs over a raw area of the face, where is blister has already started to form. Pete's removes his hands quickly, clenching the wheel.