Try Hard.

Bite Me.

Pete held Patrick tightly in his arms, hugging his body close, "Thank you, Patrick," Pete whispered. Patrick wrapped his arms around Pete's stomach, hugging him back tightly too.

The silence stayed for a small moment, neither one of them wanting to admit they still wanted each other. "Pete..." Patrick pulled himself as close to Pete as he could, and closed his eyes for a minute. He listened to Pete's heartbeat. The slow even tempo. He watched the way his skin tight shirt expanded only slightly as he inhaled and returned to its normal state when he breathed down Patrick's back.

"Pete," Patrick whispered again, not wanting to move or leave, just talk. Pete hooked two fingers under Patrick's chin, lifting his face up and away from his chest and equal to his own. Patrick looked down at Pete's hand, and then up at him. He had a small smile on his face. A small cute smile.

Pete looked into Patrick's eyes, and began speaking when Patrick looked into his, "I'm sorry, Patrick, don't you ever forget that." Pete said. His face no longer resembled the smile Patrick saw moments ago, instead, it seemed to hurt again. Pete laid Patrick back down against his chest, letting him hug him again once more. Patrick wasn't so much of a cuddled anymore, but being back in Pete's arms felt like heaven again.

Patrick took a small breath, not wanting to hurt Pete anymore, "I know," Patrick whispered, the sudden realization of what they were doing hit Patrick. This wasn't like him. He had hated Pete for so long. But he liked this. Patrick's breathing picked up, and Pete noticed almost immediately at the change. It didn't seem so calm anymore, instead, a quiet panic.

Pete gently rubbed Patrick's back, moving Patrick up into his lap so he could hold him better, "Patrick, hey, are you okay?" Pete's voice was calm and quiet. Patrick got butterflies just listening to him.

"I'm fine. Pete. I'm fine." Patrick held onto Pete even tighter, his arms wrapping tightly around his midsection. Pete slowly laid back against the couch, and Patrick followed right with him. Staying as close as he could to Pete. Even for a little longer. Patrick rested his head on Pete's chest, feeling his heartbeat and watching him breathe again.

Pete gently put his chin on top of Patrick's head, "Good, good," Pete said softly. Patrick smiled, closing his eyes yet again, feeling the warmth radiate off of Pete.

Pete held Patrick tightly in his arms, "Patrick, do you promise that you'll let me help, with your problem? Or... any problem?" Pete traces lines in Patrick's back as he spoke softly.

It was obvious to some that Patrick had a drinking problem, but no one really took it to heart. Seeing all the bottles around his house had run a red flag for Pete, how much had he been drinking while alone?

"Yeah, I will," Patrick's voice shook lightly, he didn't know if he could get better with it. He knew Pete was serious about it though. Pete has thought that now wasn't the right time to bring it up, but it was now or never. However easy it might have never seemed, now it was a choice that could make them both feel better; sobriety. "Pete?" Patrick asked softly, moving just a little to look up at him.

Pete looked down at him, and smiled softly, "Yeah, 'Trick, I'm here," Pete told him softly, still rubbing his back. Pete lightly squeezed his arms around Patrick, pulling the smaller male closer.

"Pete." Patrick hummed out, enjoying the closeness between them again. He felt Pete slowly begin to rock them, laying his head down on his shoulder.

"Yes?" Pete asked once more, getting slightly annoyed as Patrick keep repeating his name. He jokingly poked Patrick's side, and the smaller male looked up at him with a Mischievous smile.

Patrick enjoyed seeing the small lines Pete got on his forehead when he managed to annoy him, "I like saying your name," Patrick smiled softly, letting out a little laugh too.

"Yeah, well, it is my name, asshole," Pete said softly, feeling Patrick lay his head down on his chest again, breathing him in for a second.

Patrick laughed softly again, "Hmm, I know," he mused softly, and squeezed Pete again. He missed the moments like these, needing to be around Pete still. Needing someone like him. No matter how toxic they might've been for each other, Patrick still needed him now.

Pete chuckled, slowly trying to shift out from under Patrick, "Hey, let me up, it's cold," Pete said, and Patrick wouldn't even let him budge. "Patrick?" Pete asked, gently trying to pull Patrick's arms from around him.

Patrick smiled and nuzzled into him just a little more before looking up at him, "Yes, Pete?" Patrick asked him, knowing exactly what he wanted.

Pete playfully shook his head, giving an overdramatic sigh, "Let me up, asshole," Pete stayed, laughing softly.

Patrick smiled and sat up on his lap, straddling his waist, "Alright, kiddo," Patrick said playfully.

Pete looked up at him expectingly, still needing Patrick to get off of him. He knew Patrick could've gotten up and turned the heat up, but Pete really just wanted to chance to see if there were more bottles in the kitchen, wanting to know how actually bad Patrick had gotten. And he wanted a blanket. "I'm older than you, kiddo," Pete said, Patrick crawled off of his lap, smiling up at him. Pete got up off the couch, turning up the heat in the kitchen, and grabbing a blanket for them. He brought the black and red striped blanket back to them.

Pete sat back down in the spot he was, instantly being crawled on by Patrick, "Miss me?" Pete asked, covering them up and laying back down, Patrick nodded into his chest, cuddling back up close to him.

"Hey, Pete?" Patrick whispered quietly, Pete narrowed his eyes and looked back down at Patrick, not this again.

He sighed and slowly said, "Yes?"

Patrick smiled and laid his head down on Pete's shoulder, "You Rock," he whispered again, pulling the blankets over them a little more.

Pete playfully rolled his eyes, "I know, dick, that's kind of what we do," Pete teased, holding Patrick a little tighter.

It took him a minute before it clicked, he sighed, and looked up at Pete, "No. I meant, like you're an awesome person? You know? The saying 'You Rock'?" Patrick said softly, gently sitting up on Pete's lap as he laid down against the couch.

"I know, 'Trick, I know," Pete said, putting his hands on Patrick's hips, causing the boy's cheeks to blush slightly.

Patrick stayed on his lap, thinking for a minute, looking down at Pete with a soft smile, "Let's make a bet. If I can go one week, just one, without taking a drink, you can go a week without saying one swear," Patrick thought out loud, thinking about what Pete did most that he could stop for a week.

Pete watched as he spoke, gently rubbing over his thighs and hips, "Why?" He asked him softly, rubbing little spots over his hips, which Patrick did shy away from slightly, moving his hands up a little higher.

Patrick thought for another second, happy to be the one to decide why, "If I make it to the end of the week, we go have a celebratory drink. And well, if you last longer, which will never happen, we can go to the zoo," Patrick finally said, Pete had always wanted to go to the zoo while they were dating, so why not now?

"Deal." Pete states, he was positive he could win, after all, not swearing was so much easier than drinking. And Pete didn't even swear that often.

Patrick smiled happily, "Starting tomorrow?" He asked him, it wasn't like Pete was even going to let him drink while he was here anyway.

Pete shook his head, gently gripping Patrick's hips, "No, now," Pete told him, he was absolutely positive he could make it to the end of the week without saying a single swear. Patrick, on the other hand, wasn't even sure he could make it through the night.

"shit." Patrick said softly, and laughed even he realized Pete couldn't say the same.

"Bite. Me."