I'm the Secret You'll Swear to Keep

/Thirteen/

"Babe!" Pete screeches. He squirms and struggles. "St-stop!" 

Patrick's fingers don't let up. 

Were they having sex? Of course not. Pete wouldn't bottom a day of his life.

Patrick was mercilessly tickling Pete. Surprisingly, Pete extremely ticklish under his arms and on his stomach. The more time he spends with Pete, the more he learns. Pete's actually a teddy bear even though he's an agent. Patrick knows that this side of Pete wouldn't come out that easy, so he's lucky he managed to melt the solid exterior. 

"No more, Patrick!" Pete kicks his feet up, jostling the boy straddling his waist.

Patrick does, and Pete looks up at him with a small smile. Patrick's hands relax on Pete's chest, gently messing with the fabric of his shirt. Pete's hands long to grab Patrick's waist or hips, just to keep him close. But he's scared of another tickling attack.

"Stay with me for the night or you get another tickling attack."

"'Tricky, Brendon wants me to go."

"But you don't have to. He has Ryan." Patrick frowns.

"Yeah, but--"

"Please?" Patrick juts out his bottom lip slightly, flashing angelic puppy dog eyes. The ring of gold around his blue eyes always shines a little brighter when he does this, and it's always the death of Pete.

"I think Brendon wouldn't mind if I took the night off." Pete decides. Patrick beams, and he leans down to press his lips to Pete's. 

Pete finally reaches up to Patrick's waist, running his hands up and down. Patrick's shirt raises enough for Pete to glide his hands over the warm skin. 

"It's not even seven, Pete." Patrick mutters against Pete's lips.

Pete hums, "Never too early to start."

"I'm hungry," Patrick states after several minutes of intense kissing. He's pulled off from Pete now, as if deciding he cannot go on unless he eats.

"And I'm thirsty." Pete leans forward to kiss down Patrick's neck. "But not for a drink."

Patrick chuckles, burying his finger in Pete's hair. He yanks bank, and Pete yelps. "Put your boner away for thirty minutes while we eat." Patrick releases his grip and watches Pete rub his scalp.

"You're so demanding today, aren't you?"

"I wanna spend time with you that isn't just sex or training."

"We do!"

"When?"

"We ate lunch--"

"With Andy, Brendon, and Ryan."

"Well, we have the nighttime."

"We're going to bed!"

"If you really feel like I don't spend time with you, I wish I would've known sooner." Pete shakes his head. 

"It's whatever." Patrick bites his lip, beginning to feel bad. 

"I can't take you out of the building. And I'm sure I'm not the safest out there either. But, it's almost past dinner rush and there's a quiet table in the corner of the cafeteria." Pete grabs Patrick's hand. "We could just talk."

"I'd really like that." Patrick assures, placing his hand on top of Pete's.

Pete grins, he stands. "My dear," He pulls Patrick to his feet. "May I have this dinner?"

Patrick laughs, playfully shoving his shoulder. "You're so cheesy."

Pete giggles, leaning forward to peck Patrick's nose. Before he pulls away, a shrill noise sounds. Pete's smile falls and he instantly hardens.