(This is so bad lmao)
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Patrick loves coffee, it's his favourite thing in the entire world. Pete despises it with his entire life. It's honestly never something they ever agreed on so every morning Patrick tries offering him some just to earn that frowny faces he secretly loves. He purposely sips the drink right in front of him while Pete gives him the occasional glare, or hides his face with his phone.
"I'm gonna get you to drink it one of these days I don't care if you like it or not." Patrick sits back, crosses his legs together, and sips his coffee. Pete quickly puts his phone down.
"Yeah, that's one way to get your ass beat." Patrick snorts, almost spitting out some of the coffee into his leather jacket.
"Can't wait." Patrick smirks and Pete rolls his eyes.
"You're so lucky you don't get punched more often." Pete mutters and Patrick widens his eyes, "Oh really? And to what do I deserve more hits to my pretty face?" They both chuckle and Pete groans loudly, "I hate you so much."
"Love you too."
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Patrick clears his throat quietly as he replaces Pete morning cup that stores his tea inside of it with another cup that's the exact same design, with coffee. Pete was in the shower so that's why he has enough time to hurriedly grab his phone to record it and sit on the couch comfortably. It wasn't long before Pete exited the bathroom fully dressed and ready to go for the day and watches as Patrick lays down across the couch but doesn't much of it his phone is so lifted up above his face. Weirdo, he thinks and sighs as he grabs his familiar cup, puts it up to his mouth, and drinks it. Not even two seconds later he spits it out, almost dropping the cup.
"Patrick ! Ew, what the hell? What was in that?!" Pete runs to the kitchen, along with Patrick behind him with the camera phone.
"So, how's it taste?" Pete glares at him holds Patrick holds back a laugh. Not even Pete could deny this was a funny moment, but he refused to make him win and simply splashed water on him and Patrick quickly turned off the camera phone and threw some tap water back.
"Horrible. Much like you."
"Oh, you know you enjoyed that, you idiot." Patrick pushed Pete against the kitchen counter, pressing himself completely against him - Pete clearly getting a rush through him. Even more so when Patrick began getting incredibly close that he could feel his breathe on him. His heart was louder than anything else, his pounded harshly on his chest.
"Patri-" He whispered almost inaudibly, feeling his lips on his only to be side tracked when Patrick out of a sudden passed his face, standing back with his a coffee cup in his hand that Pete had.
"You son of a bitch." Pete mumbled, scoffing, shaking his head. Patrick shrugged, laughing, "Someone was clearly enjoying it." He faked cough, gesturing to his jeans. Pete glanced down and saw that he was aroused.
"Fuck you."
"Nah, it's okay. I'm not really in the mood." Patrick confidently walked passed him, running his hand through Pete's jeans as he did. Fuck, Pete thought, running into the bathroom again.
