¶starting off first chapter with fluff...want some smut? Well....I'll probably write some in the next chapter, idk¶
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Patrick honestly looked so adorable under that mountain of blankets on top of him. He'd occasionally slide more on him claiming how cold he was even though the temperature of the house was kept at exactly 84°. Though, as Patrick as said he isn't a morning person, he's probably just hiding out until the afternoon.
Pete chuckled a little at the sight. There were so many blankets. . .some of them were even from the bed sheets themselves. He approached a 'sleeping' Patrick with breakfast and since he'd know he would probably do some ninja chop on him, he set the food on the nightstand and exhaled, gripping on Patrick's arm.
"Hey, wake up"
No response.
"Martin, c'mon on. It's too late for you to be up at this time." There was no way he was going to reason with him any time soon but he continued trying for what seemed like minutes when a lightbulb flashed above his head.
"Okay, fine. You don't want to wake up? Oh, I guess I'll have to open the curtains since you know, it is a tad bit dark in here. Do you. . .disagree?" Pete teased and Patrick half opened of his eyes, glaring at him.
"No? Yes?" Pete wrapped his hand around the curtain, "I'll take that as a no then." As Pete went to open the curtains revealing the bright, burning sunlight he was immediately tackled to the ground by Patrick. Both groaned loudly as the curtains themselves fell almost completely. Patrick lied on top of Pete, with a blanket still wrapped around him like a cocoon.
"Well, good morning lunchbox." Pete held back a laugh and Patrick glared at him.
"You little sh-" He trailed himself off and sighed.
