Peterick Oneshots

The smut I promised

This is the first time I've written smut. I apologise for how crappy it is.

He fell into my arms as soon as he entered my room, sobbing violently into my chest. He had been depressed all day but not as bad as he was right now. I looked at the small boy laying in my arms, his beautiful blue-green eyes rimmed red, and his beautiful plump lips pouting. I kissed his forehead gently and his shaking stopped. He looked up at me and tried to smile, his beautiful face wet with tears. I wiped his eyes with my thumb and kissed the tip of his nose.

He smiled at me as I ran my fingers through his strawberry blond hair and kissed his cheek. It's funny how just 6 years ago we didn't know each other, but we trust each other with our lives. He means the world to me and if someone would've told me a few years ago that I would find someone like him, I would laugh in their face. I can't believe that he listens to my problems without judging, and he lets me rant to him, and vice versa. 

Without him I wouldn't be here, he's got me through hard times and I've helped him as well. As I look at him now, his face tear-stained and his eyes red-rimmed, I see all the late night make out sessions, the long nights of just talking, the inside jokes, the smiles at each other from across the room. I see it all. I see the cuddles in the back of the bus, the kisses onstage, the huge hugs after concerts. The kisses when he has panic attacks after shows, the baths we took after shows when he fell asleep while I was washing his hair. 

I love him more than anything, and I hate to see him upset. I kissed his neck gently, making him blush and grin at me. He's the most beautiful person I've ever seen. The David Bowie t-shirt he wore hugged his curves in the most beautiful way possible, and he looked amazing. The short black boxers we wore were tight around his thighs, and I loved them. I noticed that he kept tugging the boxers over his gorgeous thighs, trying to hide them. Since he never does this when it's just us, I began getting suspicious. I tapped his forearm and gave him my best puppy-dog eyes.

"Patrick, let me see your thighs." I said sternly, but not too sternly. His eyes widened and his face paled. He shook his head and grabbed the blanket from the bottom of our bed and covered his legs with it. I grabbed it and threw it on the floor, pulling his boxers up slightly.

I gasped when I saw the fresh red marks on his thighs, some deeper than others, some not deep at all. I felt my eyes fill with tears as I looked up at him through my eyelashes. I saw a tear slip down his face and I leaned up to kiss him gently. He wouldn't look me in the eyes, and it was starting to worry me. I put my finger under his chin and turned his head so he was looking at me. I stared into his beautiful baby blues and kissed him gently again. He smiled slightly and I pulled him into my lap, gently kissing the back of his neck to hear his beautiful laugh. As I was rubbed his beautiful stomach though, he pushed my hands away. I gave him a questioning look and he sighed, laying down on me.
I loved when he lays on me and lets me feel his beautiful curves. He is the sweetest person in the world and he is a beautiful young man. He flipped over and started running his fingers through my jet-black hair. He mumbled something under his breath as I grinned widely at him. 

"What was that, bub?" I asked, making him blush. He smiled up at me, his gorgeous lips curving upwards in the cutest way possible. His lips are plump and feel so good when I kiss them. He laces our fingers together and kisses my knuckles, now it's my turn to blush. He smiles his perfect smile at me and I kiss him. We lay there kissing for a while before there's a soft knock on our bedroom door. 

"Hey guys, Andy wants me to tell you guys to go to sleep since we have a show tomorrow." Our friend Joe said, smiling slightly at us. Patrick said a small "okay." and rolled off of me to grab a blanket from the bottom of the bed and lay back on my stomach, draping the blanket over us. Joe left the room and shut the door behind him, giving us privacy. I sat up for a minute to take my shirt off and throw it on the floor somewhere close to the chair that Patrick and I had been putting our dirty clothes on. Patrick traced my tattoos with his finger until he fell asleep with his head on my chest. I kissed his forehead and took off his glasses to set them on the nightstand beside our double bed. I fell asleep shortly after, my arms around Patrick's waist.