Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

24. "Sick" Day

Smut. ABAP era.

Pete hated waking up to the sound of an alarm. He preferred natural wake ups, with soft sunlight and slow drifts into consciousness. Those mornings were perfect, because he could roll over and pull his husband closer and bury kisses in his hair.

This was not one of those mornings.

Pete jolted awake to the sound of Patrick's alarm clock. The room was still dark when he pried his eyes open. He groaned in disgust and buried his head under his pillow.

"Good morning to you too," Patrick mumbled next to him. Pete assumed he rolled over and hit snooze, because instead of getting up he moved closer to Pete. He threw an arm over Pete's waist and kissed his shoulder. Pete felt so warm and content, he was almost asleep by the time the alarm went off again.

Patrick sighed. He sat and moved away, taking Pete's comfort with him.

"No, come back," Pete groaned.

"I have to go to work, Pete," Patrick said softly. His voice was rough from how early it was.

"You should call in sick," Pete suggested, reaching out for his husband.

"Pete, I can't."

Pete got an idea. He pulled his head out from under the pillow and propped himself up. "I will blow you right now if you come back and cuddle with me."

Patrick glanced over his shoulder. "We're married. We can do both those things anytime we want."

"So why not now?" Pete murmured, crawling over. He pressed himself against Patrick's back and kissed his shoulder. "Come on, Trick. Stay home with me?"

Patrick leaned into Pete. "Fine. But I want more sleep first, okay?"

"With cuddles?"

"Yeah, with cuddles."

The next time Pete woke up, the sun had partially risen and was casting a soft glow throughout the room. Patrick was asleep in his arms. He didn't want to wake him up yet considering how tired he had seemed earlier.

Still, he let a hand trail down Patrick's side. He slid his palm to the back of his husband's thigh and began drawing light circles with his fingernails; he knew how sensitive Patrick was there and loved seeing him melt when Pete showed the spot attention. Patrick hummed as his eyes opened.

"Good morning," he whispered, giving Pete a sleepy smile. His bed head was awful and his eyes were unfocused and he was the most beautiful thing Pete had ever seen.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Pete grinned.

They made out slowly, exploring each other's mouths like they had when they'd first started dating, as though they were relearning the sensation. Pete continued his drawing on Patrick's thigh while he ran his fingertips up and down Patrick's neck with the other hand. Patrick licked Pete's bottom lip and pulled his hips closer, grinding forward.

"I seem to recall someone promising to blow me earlier," Patrick said with a low tone. Pete shivered, smiling.

"I almost forgot about that," Pete teased. He rolled his hips once and listened to the sound of Patrick's groan. He nudged Patrick onto his back and began kissing his neck. He slid one of his thighs between Patrick's legs to provide friction during the foreplay.

Patrick only slept in his boxers, so it was easy for Pete to lick his collarbone and bite his shoulders. It was also easy for him to leave a trail of pink marks down Patrick's chest. Pete tugged on the waistband of Patrick's boxers and Patrick lifted up his hips for him to pull them all the way down. He wrapped a hand around Patrick's cock and licked the head. Patrick ran a hand through Pete's hair and sighed in pleasure.

Pete took his time bobbing his head. He moved a hand to hold down Patrick's hips before deciding to stroke his hip with his thumb. Patrick let out a soft moan.

"I'm glad I called in sick for this," he said with a small laugh. Pete hummed in agreement, making Patrick moan louder.

Pete sped his motions up, dragging his tongue along the underside of Patrick's dick with every upward bob. Patrick tugged on Pete's hair and moaned his name. A little longer and his husband would come.

Patrick's back arched when he came in Pete's mouth, shouting in ecstasy. Pete continued to work through the aftershocks, only pulling off after he felt Patrick shudder in overstimulation. Patrick grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. He kissed Pete gently, a content smile playing on his lips, and ran his fingers through Pete's hair.

He broke away and said, "Give me a few minutes and I'll return the favor."

"Bet." Pete snorted. "You'll be asleep by then."

"Fine, then I'll return the favor when I wake up."

"And when will that be?"

"I love you, but fuck off."

"I love you too, Patrick."