Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

70. Three Firsts

Fluff. Starts in TTTYG, then jumps to IOH, and ends in SRAR era. It's good, you'll see.

The first time Pete kisses Patrick, it's an accident. Sure, he's kissed Patrick on the cheek thousands of times, starting from the first time Patrick sang and Pete couldn't contain himself, but this is on the mouth.

It's an accident. Pete swears on his mother it's an accident.

They've just been signed to Fueled by Ramen, and it's all of them in Joe's basement jumping up and down and screaming. It's a super intense moment, adrenaline running high. Pete catches a glimpse of Patrick's smile, and he can't not reach out and touch him. He does realize, however, right as he does it, that maybe grabbing Patrick's face and pulling him in for a hard kiss shouldn't have been his first instinct.

It ends after a moment. Pete's hands are still cupping Patrick's cheeks, and Patrick's face is pink and warm against the skin of his palms. Patrick's eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open. There's a second where the two of them are stuck staring at each other, caught in the aftermath of what just happened.

Joe and Andy realize they've stopped screaming, and then catch on to what happened.

They get a lot of (friendly) shit for it.

Like, a lot.

Hours later, after drinking a few beers and watching a movie as a band, Pete drives Patrick home. They don't talk, but it's not tense.

"Hey, Pete?" Patrick asks, right when Pete's pulling up to his house.

"Yeah?" Pete puts his car in park and turns to look at Patrick.

Patrick is staring at his lap. "What was that about, earlier?"

Pete exhales slowly. "I got caught up in the moment," he says. Patrick looks at him and nods. Pete smiles at him. "I'm really proud of you," he whispers.

Patrick scoffs, but his cheeks tint pink. "It's not like I was the only one on that demo," he mumbles.

Pete stares at Patrick's profile, where the streetlight highlights the curve of his jaw. He leans in, presses a gentle kiss to Patrick's cheek, and repeats, "I'm really proud of you."

Patrick smiles. "Thank you." He opens the car door, then looks Pete in the eye. "I couldn't have done it without you." With that, he slips out of the passenger seat and walks to his front door. Pete waits until he gets inside before driving off.

Later, when Pete has time to reflect, he thinks that, for a moment, Patrick might have kissed him back.

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The first time Patrick says "I love you," it's a slip of the tongue, and they're not even dating yet.

It's just that Patrick's barely awake, and he's comfortably warm everywhere Pete is wrapped around him, and the mid-morning light creeping in around his curtains gives his bunk a very dream-like feel. Pete's face is buried in his neck, breathing steady and calm. The only reason he knows that Pete's awake is because he hums every few minutes as Patrick runs a hand up and down his back.

Patrick is drowsy, okay? He's not thinking. He yawns, scratches Pete's head, earning another content hum, and says "I love you."

Pete sits up immediately. "What?"

Patrick blinks. "What?" His brain is lagging; again, he is tired.

Pete leans over him, brown eyes wide and very, very pretty, lined with last night's eyeliner. "Did you just say you love me?" he whispers.