Send Me One Last Kik (Peterick)

Ships In The Night

Pete walked up the path to his and Patrick's shared house nervously. Ryan had refused to elaborate what was wrong. He just kept repeating that Pete needed to come home.

When Pete reached the front door, Ryan pulled it open without even having to hear Pete knock.

"He's napping on the bed." Ryan said, brushing past Pete. "Talk to him when he gets up."

"What happened?" Pete spun to face Ryan who was already almost halfway across the yard.

Ryan shot a look back at Pete, but barely slowed his pace. "That's something you guys need to talk about." He replied simply.

Pete cast his gaze to the ground. What the hell would they need to talk about? He lifted his head to question Ryan further, but he was already gone. He hadn't even heard Brendon's car pull away.

Pete turned back to the house. The lights were all off. He stepped inside and shut the door, careful to stay quiet as he crept through the living room and into the hallway. When he pushed the door of the bedroom open, he could see Patrick's figure curled up on the top of the bed. He snored softly, holding one of Natasha's stuffed llamas close to his chest.

"Punk?" Pete called out softly, "Hey, punk?"

Patrick just continued to snore.

Pete slid his shoes off by the door and quietly made his way to the bed. He carefully crawled onto the bed, laying close to Patrick. He draped an arm over his sleeping husband.

For awhile, he rested beside Patrick as he slept, keeping an arm draped over him. Eventually, though, Patrick began to stir. Pete pulled his arm back and sat up. He waited quietly as Patrick hummed and stretched. When he tiredly opened his eyes, he didn't even register that Pete was beside him at first. He held the plush llama tighter with one arm and pushed himself up with the other.

"Hey, punk."

Patrick jumped at the sound of Pete's voice, practically falling off of the bed. Pete had to reach out and grab him to make sure he stayed steady.

"Oh! Oh... Hey..." Patrick mumbled once he was no longer I danger of falling.

Pete offered a smile. "Still feeling it?"

Patrick looked down at the bedding. He nodded, holding tightly to the llama plush. "Ryan gave me... Stuff."

"He told me." Pete nodded, "He also said we need to talk."

Patrick just looked down at the bedding.

"What's wrong?" Pete asked.

Patrick pet the llama. "I'm not sure... I don't wanna talk about it..."

Pete reached out and put a hand on Patrick's leg. "Something's up." He said, frowning as Patrick shifted under his hand.

"Nu uh." Patrick shook his head.

"Punk."

"I thought Meagan was your friend." Patrick blurted out, immediately using the llama to cover his mouth before sighing and falling back on the bed. "I didn't mean to say that."

"Meagan?" Pete repeated before gulping.

Patrick turned his head to look at Pete. "I didn't mean to see your messages but I did." He whispered, "I thought she was just your friend."

Pete scratched the back of his head. "We are! I mean, we have been, but a few years ago we tried a different kind of relationship."

"You had a kid?" Patrick nearly whispered. Pete almost didn't hear him.

Pete shook his head. "No. He didn't turn out to be mine. We had a test done but..." He sighed. He should have come clean sooner. "I should have told you. I really should have."

"Why didn't you?" Patrick asked, softly. He seemed so innocent from the angle he looked up at Pete from. Pete wanted to give a good reason, but Patrick interrupted the words that failed him. "I know I can overreact. I hid that I knew because I was scared too."

Pete's brows scrunched. "How long did you know?"

Patrick hid his face behind the llama. "A bit." His words came muffled.

"Oh god, Patrick." Pete hid his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have kept this from you. I'm a fucking idiot."

"I'm high." Patrick giggled, pulling the llama away from his face. He looked up at Pete. "Can we talk about this later? You can hold Frosty." He held the plush out to Pete.

Pete pulled his face out of his hands. He blinked away tears as he looked at Patrick. He fucked up. Patrick had every right to be yelling or making him sleep on the couch, yet here he was offering him a stuffed llama.

"I don't deserve you." Pete took the llama, continuing to blink his tears away.

Patrick yawned. "You know I didn't have the best time growing up." He rolled onto his stomach and shook his hands through her hair. "Communication was on and off. I don't want that for us."

Patrick yawned again. He reached out and took Pete's hand. "I really love you, but I'm also high and tired." He squeezed Pete's hand, "I really wanna talk later."

"Okay." Pete nodded. "We can talk later."

Patrick smiled as Pete adjusted to lay beside him. He continued to hold Pete's hand as his eyes shut and he was whisked back into sleep. Pete looked up at the ceiling, holding onto the stuffed llama as his thoughts began to whirl.