Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

7. To Warm Your Heart

Ice skating and cuddles in honor of the holidays because why not? That one brief period of time where Pete had purple hair (ABAP era, I think).

"PETE YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

"What makes you say that?" Pete asked with a shit-eating grin. 

"BECAUSE I NEVER SHOULD'VE AGREED TO THIS!"

"Patrick, baby, please stop yelling. You're going to scare all the kids here." Pete glided towards where Patrick was clinging to the wall. Patrick scowled to cover up how in awe he was at his boyfriend's gracefulness on the ice.

"I'm serious though," he began, "I don't know why I agreed to come ice skating with you. I can't skate. And I'm freezing." He felt a little better as Pete slipped an arm around his waist and took the hand that was previously grasping the wall.

"That's why I'm going to teach you!" Pete exclaimed as he laced their fingers together. "And afterwards I promise to warm you up with cuddles and hot chocolate."

Alright. Fair enough.

"Okay, now here's how I learned. Make a 'V' with your feet." Pete demonstrated, putting his heels together. "Then you push with one foot, then the other." He slid forward with little effort, nudging Patrick along with him.

Patrick tried to do the exact same thing and almost fell. Luckily, Pete caught him before he could.

"I got you, you're alright," Pete assured him while steadying him. Pete gave Patrick a kiss on the cheek and a small smile. "Try again."

It took half an hour, but Patrick managed to get down the basics. Pete cheered him on with a large smile, and Patrick gained the confidence to speed up. He made graceful circles around the rink, avoiding the other skaters with ease. His inexperience didn't catch up with him until he moved away from the wall, outside grabbing distance. He wasn't entirely sure how it happened, but he lost control and hit the ice in seconds.

Pete was next to him in a flash. "Shit, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. My hands sting from where I caught myself though," he said with a sigh. Pete grabbed his hands and helped him up.

"If you're ready, we can go now." Pete turned Patrick's hands and brushed gentle kisses across each palm. "I think you've suffered enough for one day."

"Yeah, let's head out. You still owe me hot chocolate," Patrick pointed out. Pete hummed as though he were thinking.

"Aaaaand," Pete began with a sing-song tone, "if I remember correctly, I promised you cuddles, too." He wound his arm around Patrick's waist and guided him back to the entrance.

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"Is there any way we can cuddle while you're making me hot chocolate?" Patrick asked. He rubbed his hands together before adding, "I'm still cold," with a pout.

Pete glanced over his shoulder from where he was facing their stove and grinned. The first thing Patrick had done when they got home was change into his pajamas and grab one of Pete's hoodies to wear. "I don't know Trick, I think I'd get distracted by your cuteness." Nevertheless he held out an arm.

Patrick smiled and walked over, positioning himself underneath Pete's arm and hugging his middle. Pete planted a kiss in his boyfriend's hair and went back to mixed the hot chocolate. Patrick sighed, laying his head against Pete's shoulder. "Much better."

"Hey, when I'm done do you want to watch Home Alone? We haven't watched it this year and it'd give us an excuse to curl up on the couch and not move for the rest of the day," Pete said.

"Do we need an excuse to do that though?" Patrick smiled. "I figured that was the plan for our afternoon."

Pete hummed as a devious smile spread across his face. "Either that, or I was thinking about taking you to bed." He turned his head to whisper directly in Patrick's ear and slid his hand down to rest on his waist. "Was thinking about checking you for bruises from your falls earlier, maybe kissing them better," he purred.

Patrick turned and gave Pete a chaste kiss. "How about movie first so we can drink our hot chocolate, and then bed?" Patrick smirked. "And I know you didn't fall as much as I did, but I'd be happy to kiss your bruises better too. Or, if you don't have any, I'd be happy to leave some for you."

"I mean, I can't say no to that."