peterick smut//br41n v0m1t

but only for you

an AU where the band never happened and Pete's a lawyer and Patrick is a teacher, a single dad and divorcee its kinda bad lmao 

"Come here often?" A stranger says, taking a seat at the bar next to Patrick. He's slightly taller than the high school music teacher, dark eyes and dark hair. It's a stupid pickup line, so Patrick assumes that he's a douche. The man is dressed in a fancy tux, no doubt from a name brand. The suit is all black, which matches his dark shoes. The man's outfit makes Patrick's red cardigan and combat boots look cheap. He's extremely handsome, the kind of man he would see on a GQ magazine cover. There's a smell of dark chocolate and the ocean that washes over Patrick was this taller, dark stranger sits next to him.

"Sometimes, yeah." Patrick says, fidgeting with the hem of his knit cardigan's sleeve. The man smiles, his dark eyes sparkling under the bar's dim lighting. 

"Let me buy you a drink. You look..." The man looks him up and down, making Patrick very self conscious of the soy sauce stain on his grey button up. "Stressed."  The man's deep voice sends shivers down Patrick's spine. There's panic. Panic that someone who hasn't had sex in five years panics. The kind of panic that a man who hasn't flirted with any one in seven years would panic. The panic of a man that the last time he had sex, he had an unplanned child.  Don't get him wrong, he loves his daughter so, so much. Violet is the light of his life. He was just...inexperienced. 

"Hahaha...Yeah I am. And...and I'd love to have a drink..Well that's what bars are for....Yeah." Patrick laughs awkwardly, lifting his fedora and scratching the back of his soft, copper hair. The man laughs, before ordering both of them a whiskey on the rocks.

"Did you come here alone?" He asks as the bartender brings them the drinks. Patrick gestures to the corner of the bar where there's a woman and two men playing pool.

"No, ha I don't have that type of bravery. I came here with some friends from work." 

"I'm Pete, by the way." The man says, finally filling the void that was his missing name. 

"Patrick." God, Pete was a sexy name. Maybe it was his bleached tips and the light stubble that clung to his tan skin, or his all black suit. 

"Why don't you go play pool with them? They seem...too boring for someone like you." Pete says, taking a sip from his whiskey. The whisky matches his eyes, and oh god, Patrick could drown in them. 

"I'm a bad pool player." Patrick shrugs, making a sweater-paw before taking a long sip of his drink. "Also, they are all way older than me."

"Hate to...intrude, but what is your job?" Pete smiles, finishing his drink.

"Why?" Patrick doesn't mind when people ask, but he had met this man minutes ago.

"I wanna get to know the cute guy at the bar before I bring him home...Hopefully." Pete slides his empty cup to the bartender, asking him to give him a refill. A shiver goes down his spine, knowing that this very attractive man wanted to have sex with him. Or cut him up and murder him. Patrick, a single dad and teacher that has not had sex with anyone in years, let alone a man. He almost chokes on his tongue, brain failing right there. "Oh, you're not gay. M sorry." Pete gets up, but before he can walk off to his next conquest. 

Patrick panics, because he is pretty gay. He gets up, grabbing Pete's black suit jacket. "I'm gay, very gay. For you...Very gay for you. Fuck..." Patrick shudders, his heart beating loudly in his ears. The man smiles, a smirk from ear to ear. Patrick is a sexually confused mess, but you simply can't blame him. 

"Awesome. What do you say you come back to my place? I make a killer cup of midnight coffee, since you don't seem like a drinker." 

"Yeah, I'd like that."