I'm the Secret You'll Swear to Keep

/Twenty/

"Five more minutes," Patrick grumbles.

"You have to get up now," Pete pulls the sheets away.

Patrick whines and curls into the fetal position for warmth.

"This is what it's like to be an agent," Pete frowns.

Patrick is finally going to take a step-up in his training. That means more running, lifting, and fighting. And of course, early mornings.

"I don't wanna," Patrick buries his face in a pillow.

Pete snags the boy off the bed, and Patrick puts up a struggle. Pete still manages to get Patrick over his shoulder though, and he makes his way to the bathroom.

"Put me down," Patrick squirms.

"Nope, not until you tell me you're awake."

"I'm awake."

"Are you?" Pete turns the shower on, icy water squirting from the jets.

"Yes!"

Pete sticks Patrick's feet in, and the younger screeches.

"I'm awake!" Patrick cries as the water starts hitting his calves. "I'm awake, Pete!"

Right before it reaches his thighs,  he's set on the rug next to the shower. Pete turns it off, smiling down at his boyfriend.

"You jerk," Patrick pouts.

"Get dressed, baby. We've got ten minutes," Pete smiles before walking out.

There's workout attire on the bathroom counter, taunting Patrick's lethargic state. He tugs them on anyways, walking out to the bed. Pete's standing with an unopened protein bar in hand.

Patrick ignores it, lacing up his shoes.

"Eat it," Pete holds it out.

"I'm never hungry before eight in the morning."

"Get hungry. You need energy."

"I don't want it."

"I will force this down your throat."

"Do it then," Patrick mocks, turning back to his shoes.

Pete pounces on him, pinning the smaller to the bed. Patrick fights back, but is easily overpowered. One of Pete's hands hold Patrick's wrists, the other holds the protein bar. Pete tears the packaging with his mouth.

"Open up."

Patrick shakes his head, lips tightly sealed.

"Patrick," Pete warns.

Nothing.

So Pete pinches Patrick's nose shut. Patrick tries to shake Pete's hands away but it's clearly not going to work. He has to open his mouth. He has to breathe. But Patrick's stubborn. He can feel his lungs burning and his heart pounding.

"Baby, you're going to pass out."

Patrick whimpers through his tight lips. Pete gives up, knowing Patrick would pass out before eating the bar.

"Fine," Pete pulls away. 

Patrick gasps, covering his mouth with his hands so Pete doesn't pull a fast one. "I win." 

Pete's eyes roll as he smirks. His lips upturn to something sinful. "Should I reward my winner?" Pete sets the bar by Patrick's head, leaning down to kiss his neck.

Patrick plays into this, his fingers digging into Pete's hair as he gasps. Pete's right hand finds Patrick's wrists and he pushes them back against the bed. When Patrick's mouth drops from a soft moan, Pete's left hand quickly snatches the bar to shove it past Patrick's lips.