Sorry this is a little late, I've had a busy week. TTTYG era. Very short fluff.
Patrick looks so young lying next to him. His eyes are still closed, features peaceful, an unconscious fist pressed to his full lips as he sleeps. It's six am. The sun is rising outside their hotel room. A slice of golden light touches Patrick through a crack in the curtains, and Pete doesn't think he's ever looked prettier. He wants to wake him with a kiss.
Pete knows that somewhere under the covers their hands are intertwined. He can feel the heat of Patrick's palm against his own, and it sends waves of content through his body.
He could fall back asleep at any moment, but he doesn't dare.
Pete closes his eyes for a moment and thinks about their performance last night. The crowd was electric, and every one was on their best game- especially Patrick. He opens his eyes, tracing the line of Patrick's jaw with his gaze. Golden boy, golden voice.
As subtly as he can, he pulls their hands out from under the covers. Patrick's fingers twitch, but he doesn't stir. Pete kisses the back of Patrick's hand, then turns it over and adjusts his grip so he can kiss his palm.
He releases Patrick's hand and sits up. His notebook is still on the nightstand where he left it when he went to bed last night. He grabs it, along with pen, and starts writing, quite enough that he doesn't disturb Patrick's sleeping.
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Saturday // Peterick Oneshots
FanfikceAngst! Fluff! Maybe smut if I'm feeling up to it! I take requests. Trigger warnings will be put at chapter beginnings if needed.
