Fireflies // Peterick

15.

"Hurley!" Pete knocked on the door again. "Hurley, open the door! I need to borrow your laptop."

The door opened. Andy's shirt was unbuttoned, hanging loosely at his sides. His face was covered in sweat. "Hello to you too. Why do you need my laptop?"

Pete shifted from one foot to the other. "Patrick and I want to watch a movie, but neither of us have anything to watch it on."

Andy quirked a brow.

"Please? I promise we'll take good care of it."

Andy sighed. "Fine." He disappeared into his room. He returned holding his computer. "Here."

Pete could feel his face light up. "Thanks, Hurley!" He turned to race back to his room.

"Wait, wait, wait- Pete."

Pete turned back around. "Yeah?"

Andy looked at the ground for a minute. He waved for Pete to come closer. "How, um. How close are you and Patrick, exactly?"

Pete frowned. "I mean, we're boyfriends. But you already knew that."

"But, Pete." Andy ran a hand over his face. When he spoke again, it was in a hushed tone. "Do you love Patrick?"

Pete stared at him.

Andy hesitated, then put a hand on his shoulder. "I know you. If you get too attached, your heart is going to shatter. I'm not saying you should break up or anything!" he added at Pete's angered look. "I'm just saying...keep in mind that you only have a week left."

Pete was speechless. Andy gave him an apologetic smile and retreated into his room, closing the door.

Pete shook it off.

When he got back to his room, Patrick had already peeled off his clothes that had gotten sweaty at the dance and changed into his pajamas. His eyes were half-closed and he smiled softly at Pete when he saw him.

Pete set down Andy's laptop on his desk and pulled Patrick into a hug. Patrick laid his head on Pete's shoulder, and Pete placed a soft kiss on his temple. Patrick lifted his head and gave Pete a quick kiss on the lips.

"So, your bed or mine?" Pete asked. Patrick pulled away, but stayed close enough that Pete still had an arm around his shoulder.

"Yours," Patrick decided.

Pete hummed in agreement. He let go of Patrick completely and grabbed the laptop. Patrick climbed into his bed and scooted towards the wall. He lifted the covers and slid under them. Pete turned off the lights and handed Patrick the laptop. "Want me to grab your pillow?"

"Yes, please," Patrick said, already propping Pete's pillow up against the wall.

Pete grabbed his pillow from his bed and handed it to Patrick. Patrick propped it up behind him and sat back just as Pete sat down next to him. Pete put an arm around Patrick, slumping a bit so Patrick could lay his head on his shoulder.

Patrick smiled at him. "Dirty Dancing?"

Pete grinned. "Fuck yeah."

Patrick pulled up the movie, then placed the laptop in between them on their thighs. He settled himself against Pete's side.

Patrick's free hand found it's way to Pete's hip sometime within the first thirty minutes. Pete lifted up, and Patrick moved his other arm so he was hugging Pete around the waist. Pete pressed kisses to Patrick's forehead every once in a while, unable to help himself.

Towards the end of the movie, Pete nudged Patrick's hand with his free one, intertwining their fingers.

Patrick was still awake by the end, but Pete could tell he was struggling to keep his eyes open. He smiled at his boyfriend and took the laptop, closing it and extracting himself from Patrick's hold so he could put it on the desk. He turned back around to see Patrick laying down.

He walked back over to his bed and slid back under the covers. He held himself up on his elbow, cupping Patrick's cheek. Patrick's eyes opened slowly.

"Ready to sleep?" Pete whispered.

Patrick nodded with a soft hum. He put a hand on the back of Pete's neck and pulled him down, kissing him sweetly.

The kiss ended, but Pete only took a short breath before diving back in for another. Patrick's lips were so soft against his and all he could think about was how warm Patrick felt beneath him. He titled his head and deepened the kiss. Patrick made a soft noise in the back of his throat, tangling his hand in Pete's hair. Pete bit his bottom lip, using Patrick's responding gasp to slip his tongue in his mouth.

Patrick froze, and Pete was about to pull away and apologize, but then he grabbed Pete's shirt with his free hand and pulled him closer. Pete stroked Patrick's cheek with his thumb and rested his other hand on Patrick's waist.

Patrick tugged on Pete's hair and broke the kiss. "Holy fuck," he whispered while panting. He smiled. "Are you trying to suffocate me?"

"What a way to go, right?" Pete said with a small laugh. Patrick huffed out a short laugh too, tilting his head back. Pete leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his jaw. Patrick's eyes fell shut and hummed in content. Pete continued kissing his jaw, moving to down to Patrick's neck.

Patrick squirmed. "That tickles!" Pete smiled and brushed a kiss to his Adam's apple.

Pete made it all the way down to Patrick's collarbone. He kissed his way back up, Patrick wiggling beneath him the whole time, and kissed him on the lips again. He couldn't help smiling into it.

"We should go to bed," Patrick said softly. Pete could feel him twirling locks of his hair around his fingers.

"I guess we should," Pete responded, just as soft.

Neither of them moved. The lack of light made it hard to see Patrick in full detail. Pete began tracing the lines of Patrick's face with fingertips. Patrick's eyes fell shut. He looked so content beneath Pete.

"Keep in mind that you only have a week left."

Pete leaned in and kissed Patrick one last time. He laid down next to him, then nudged his shoulder. "Roll over," he instructed. Patrick did, and Pete pulled him closer until Patrick's back was flush with his chest. He settled his arms around Patrick's waist.

"Spooning? Really?" Patrick teased, shuffling closer.

"What?" Pete reared his forehead against the nape of Patrick's neck. "Spooning is fantastic! If you're the little spoon you get to feel loved and protected, and when you're the big spoon you get to feel like the protector of who you love."

Patrick placed a hand over one of Pete's. "You're right," he whispered. He tugged Pete's hand free and moved it over his heart. Pete could feel the steady beat under his palm. "I do feel loved."