Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

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Guess what! I'm publishing a full-length Peterick fic! The first chapters are up now! Anyway, here's a short bit of fluff. TTTYG era.

"You should dance with me," Pete says softly.

They're in the parking lot of a motel, waiting for Andy and Joe to get rooms for them. Leaning against the van and watching the vacancy sign flicker on and off isn't the most romantic thing in the world, but Patrick has a feeling he can be persuaded.

"Why?" He does his best to hide a smile.

"Because you're my boyfriend, and I love you, and I want to hold you," Pete says in a whiny voice. He pushes himself off the van and stands in front of Patrick. He grabs Patrick's hands and squeezes them gently. "You look so pretty in the moonlight."

Patrick laughs. "You're in a romantic mood I see."

"Was me asking you to dance not a clear enough signal?" Pete grins at him, a warm glint in his eyes.

"There's no music, Pete."

"Do we really need music?"

"I'd prefer some," Patrick says, smiling at Pete's pout.

"Fine. Hold on." Pete lets go of one of Patrick's hands and fishes out his phone.

"We should dance to Bowie," Patrick says suddenly.

Pete glances up at him. "Really?"

"Yeah. 'Moonage Daydream.'"

Pete shrugs. "Okay." Pete types for another minute. "Found it." Pete turns the volume on his phone up all the way and puts it on the roof of the van. Pete pulls Patrick off the side of the van and tugs him closer until their chests are touching. He wraps his arms around Patrick's waist. Patrick rests his forehead against Pete's and wraps his arms around Pete's neck.

Patrick sighs in content, closing his eyes. He starts humming along with the song. Pete holds him tighter.

When the song goes instrumental, Pete closes the gap between them. He gives Patrick a quick kiss. Then another. And another. At the fourth kiss Patrick buries a hand in Pete's hair and holds him in place.

"Alright you two," Joe yells from behind them. "We got rooms, save it for inside!"

Pete pulls away and laughs. "You're just jealous!" He grabs Patrick's hand again and squeezes. "Come on, Tricky," he says louder than needed. "Let's go break a bed frame."

Joe screams in mock horror and Patrick punches Pete's shoulder. Pete just grins at him.