Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

68. The One He Trusts

Loosely based on the song "Blinding Lights" by The Weeknd because it gives me strong Peterick vibes. IOH era. Smut.

Pete's jittery the entire ride back to the hotel. He's got too much energy in him; he feels like he's floating outside himself, felt that way the entire time they were at that party. He glances at Patrick over and over again, dying to reach out and touch him, but he knows he should wait until they're back in their hotel room.

Here's the thing: he knows he could've gone up to anyone at that party and gotten them into bed with him.

He doesn't want them. They can't help.

Patrick takes a moment to thank the driver once he drops them off outside the hotel. Pete looks down the darkened streets and has to focus on taking deep breaths.

The elevator ride up to their floor takes far too long. Patrick unlocks the door to their room and goes inside and Pete follows him close behind. As soon as the door shuts, and he's truly alone with Patrick, his feet feel like they're more firmly planted on the ground. He loops his fingers through one of Patrick's belt loops and pulls him back.

Pete backs up until he's pressed against the wall with Patrick in front of him. He tugs Patrick closer and ducks his head to mouth at his jaw.

"Um, hi," Patrick says, tipping his head back.

"Hello," Pete purrs. Patrick is radiating heat, hips soft under Pete's hands.

Another thing: Pete knows Patrick's not proud of his weight gain.

He loves Patrick no matter what, and he can't wait to feel Patrick on top of him, weighing him down.

"Pete," Patrick squeaks when Pete bites down on a sensitive spot.

"Think you have enough energy left?" Pete asks. "Do you want to?"

Patrick nods, cups Pete's jaw, and kisses him. Pete melts into the kiss and presses them together from their chests to their knees. Patrick drops a hand to Pete's side, a comforting spot of warmth on the edge of Pete's rib cage, and Pete leans into it without hesitation. Patrick's barely touched him, yet Pete's skin is on fire.

Patrick starts unbuttoning Pete's shirt. Pete pushes him backwards towards the bed, then pulls Patrick on top of him when they hit the mattress.

"You want me to ride you?" Patrick asks, as if he doesn't already know the answer.

"God, yes," Pete says. He tugs off his shirt,  then starts pawing at Patrick's. Patrick takes off his shirt and belt. Pete interrupts him by sitting up and pulling Patrick into another kiss.

They finish getting undressed, Patrick bites a hickey into Pete's collarbone, and he fingers himself open while Pete rolls on a condom. Pete lays down and Patrick straddles him.

"Ready?" Patrick asks.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Pete says with a smile.

Patrick smiles back, then slowly lowers himself onto Pete's cock. Pete closes his eyes and groans at the feeling. He puts his hands on Patrick's hips and squeezes, trying to keep himself from thrusting. When Patrick's fully seated in Pete's lap, he exhales, tracing soft lines down Pete's chest with his fingertips.

"Better?" Patrick whispers.

Pete nods. Every sensation coaxes him into the moment, back into reality. "I love you," he says quietly.

Patrick leans down, places a soft kiss on Pete's lips. "I love you too."

Patrick starts rocking his hips. Pete groans softly, tilting his head back. He intertwines their hands and pulls them to the mattress on either side of his head. Patrick kisses Pete's jaw and nips at the column of his throat. He has to lean forward a bit, and the change of the angle makes him moan. He lifts his hips up and slides back down a little faster.

Pete does his best to meet Patrick's hips with his own thrusts, but the world is still slightly off-kilter and he can't get the timing quite right. He settles for tugging one of his hands free and putting it on Patrick's dick, stroking quickly.

"Pete," Patrick moans. "I'm close."

"Fuck, me too," Pete says between groans. Patrick leans down and kisses him again, hot and deep, and Pete's hips buck into Patrick's.

Pete bites the bolt of Patrick's jaw and twists his wrist; Patrick takes a shaky breath, breathily moans "Pete," and comes on Pete's hand and both their stomachs. Patrick keeps moving his hips in slow circles, whining from the overstimulation. "Come on, Pete, come on," Patrick says between breaths. Pete's hips buck one more time, and he comes with Patrick's name on his lips.

Pete squeezes Patrick's hand and they both fall still. Patrick touches their foreheads together, and Pete leans up to kiss him again.

Patrick climbs off of Pete, and Pete whines at the loss. "Relax, I'm just going to get us cleaned up," Patrick says with a small smile. Patrick gets rid of Pete's condom and disappears into the bathroom. Pete closes his eyes, wiggling his fingers and toes and feeling a lot more grounded.

Patrick wipes them both down with a washcloth and climbs under the covers. Pete follows his lead, then pulls Patrick closer until his laying with his head on Pete's chest. His weight is pressed against Pete's side, anchoring him to their hotel room; it's an incredibly pleasant and comforting feeling.

"Hey Pete?" Patrick asks, splaying his hand over Pete's stomach. Pete hums. "There were like, three different super hot people checking you out at that party. Why didn't you just, you know, go home with one of them? Why do you choose to do this with me?"

"Easy, you're hotter than any of them." Pete lifts his head to give Patrick a sleepy grin. He lays his head back down and adds, softer, "Plus, I trust you. I know you're gonna take care of me and I can take care of you. It's nicer."

Patrick sighs. "I trust you too." He places a gentle kiss on Pete's chest. "Try to get some sleep now, okay?"

Pete nods, and Patrick starts singing quietly while tracing the lines of Pete's bartskull tattoo. Pete falls asleep within minutes, free of the fear that comes with the morning after of a one-night stand.