Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

18.5 Practice: Part Two

Another fluffy part to Practice because uhhh I had no inspiration this week except my own need for cuddles so.

The first thing Patrick registered when he woke up was a warm body pressed against his back. The more consciousness he gained, the more he felt. Pete had his arms wrapped tightly around him and his head was tucked against his shoulder. One hand was on Patrick's hip, his fingers barely brushing the skin underneath his skin. The other was clutching at the fabric of his shirt over his heart.

Patrick reached up and untangled Pete's hand from his shirt, only to re-tangle their fingers together. His other hand went to Pete's arm, tracing lines up and down his forearm. Patrick shifted back, trying to get closer to Pete.

"Good morning, sunshine," Pete murmured. He squeezed Patrick's hand.

"Good morning," Patrick replied. Pete turned his head and brushed a kiss to the back of his neck. Patrick let go of Pete's hand, turned around in Pete's arms, and cupped his face. He smiled. Pete grinned in return, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

They kissed for a few minutes, morning breath be damned, and pulled away panting lightly. Patrick played with the hair at the nape of Pete's neck. "I can't believe I'm the little spoon in my own bed," Patrick said with a laugh.

Pete shrugged. "You're just fun to cuddle, babe."

The rest of their morning went like that, cuddling and kissing and watching movies.