Mistletoe (Peterick)

Mistletoe (Peterick Oneshot)

So it's almost Christmas and I thought this was a cute idea so yep :P

Patrick stood in the corner of his parent's house, tugging at the sleeves of his red sweater, as he observed the Christmas partygoers. His mother insisted on having a huge Christmas celebration, and she invited nearly every person in their neighborhood, friend or stranger. Scratch that, she did invite everyone in the neighborhood, as well as many parents, and their kids that went to Patrick's school.

Patrick shuffled his shoes on the carpet, and tried to focus on the pretty Christmas lights, instead of the overwhelming conversation and crowded air. Only a few students had acknowledged Patrick, which he didn't mind at all, and he just shrugged them off with a casual 'Merry Christmas.' The only person who had caught his eye, and whom Patrick had not tried to dismiss, was Pete Wentz.

Patrick kept Pete within his vision, and subtly glanced at his festive sweater; which Patrick found adorable, and noticed how Pete kept pulling at a string on the sleeve. Patrick was itching to swat his hand away and trim the thread, so Pete wouldn't ruin his sweater. But Patrick liked to watch Pete's busy hands, and blinked slowly when Pete pushed up his sleeves to reveal quite a few tattoos, which Patrick had always wanted to admire at a closer distance, but he was too shy. Too shy to really even be near Pete.

Patrick had no trouble admitting to himself that he had a crush on Pete, although thinking about it too much made his head ache. There were moments in time when he just wanted to wrap Pete in his arms, or grab his hand. But of course, that would've been out of line, and Pete would've been pissed. Or so Patrick had thought.

He admired the glint of the Christmas lights on Pete's face, and how the dim room made his skin look a rich cinnamon colour. Pete's eyes caught Patrick's, and Patrick couldn't hide that he had been staring. A warmth caught his ears, and he quickly found extreme interest in his shoes. A light chuckle caught Patrick's attention, and he stiffened a little when the toes of a familiar pair of shoes appeared in front of his own.

Patrick's eyes trailed up the legs of black skinny jeans, and over the white reindeer pattern on a green knitted sweater. When Patrick leveled himself with Pete's gaze, along with a pair of raised eyebrows, his cheeks tinged pink as he realized he had basically given Pete a once-over. One that may have not been so accidental; and still, Patrick blushed.

Pete offered a small smile, and Patrick returned the gesture shyly. This time, when Patrick said 'Merry Christmas', he actually meant it. Pete smiled, and thanked him.

"Are you having a good time?" Pete asked, and Patrick simply shrugged.

"It's alright I guess. I mean, I wish my mom hadn't invited the whole damn neighborhood." Patrick responded, and his eyes flickered to Pete's forearms that seemed to swell showingly in his sweater, and his tattoos graced his arms attractively. Pete caught on to what Patrick was observing, and he pushed his sleeves up over his elbows, exposing more cinnamon coloured skin and dark ink.

"You like 'em?" Pete questioned, tipping his chin towards Patrick's arms. "Why haven't you got any?"

"My parents would have my head." Patrick admits, while tucking his pale wrists further into his sweater. "Besides, I don't think they would look very well on me." Patrick tentatively leaned forward, reaching out with a sweater-pawed hand. "May I?" He asked.

Pete nodded, and Patrick gently traced the ink on Pete's arms. Pete's heart fluttered, along with his eyelids, as Patrick's fingers danced on his skin. Patrick, yet again, blushed at Pete's reaction and pulled away. Conveniently, someone called Pete over, and Patrick slipped into the kitchen, and then into the empty hall to replay the events that had just occurred.

Patrick leaned against a wall and pushed up his own sleeves. His eyes examined his skin, and he wondered what he would get tattooed if he was planning on it. Patrick ran his fingers over the veins in his arms and on the backs of his hands, wishing that he could touch Pete like this. He sighed and placed his hands on his temples, as he began to think too much about Pete, and what he wished could be.

Patrick was too deep in his thoughts to hear the already quiet footsteps on the carpet, coming his way. When a gentle, warm hand placed itself on Patrick's arm, he jumped a little. Looking up, he saw it was Pete. He lowered his hands to his sides, and folded his fingers away in his sweater.

"You okay?" Pete asked, and Patrick's eyes jumped from his hands to Pete's face, and back to his hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just needed a little air. There are so many people here." Patrick responded; at least that was half true. Patrick's mind started to pick things out about Pete. The way he was standing, how his hands were deep in his pockets, and his hair was falling into his face. Patrick noticed the odd colours from the decorative lights standing out on Pete's cheekbones, and how there was a small glint of pink across his nose.

He saw Pete glance up for a split second, and when his expression changed, it displayed one of surprise. Patrick followed Pete's eyes, and only then did he notice where they were standing. Patrick saw the cursed little green branch, tied with a small red ribbon, hanging from the hall ceiling. His mouth opened a little in realization, and his eyes fell back on Pete, who was already looking at him intently.

Patrick's eyes glanced down at Pete's lips, and before he could think about the consequences, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Pete's. When he didn't get a reaction, a bolt of panic coursed through him, and Patrick pulled away, turning his head and backing up guiltily, beginning to take a step down the hall. He muttered an 'I'm sorry', and watched his shoes rise and fall as he walked away. He gasped a little when he felt Pete's hand on his arm yet again, and he was then spun around.

"Wait." Was all Pete said, retracing his steps and taking Patrick with him. Patrick's heart was racing as he felt Pete lay a hand on his cheek. He saw Pete's eyes lay on his lips, then they moved back up to his eyes, and back to his lips. Pete's fingers tipped Patrick's chin up, and his other hand pulled him in closer by the waist. Their lips met in a slow and gentle manner, and Patrick moved his hands to Pete's chest. He sighed a little against Pete as his hands ran though Patrick's hair.

They pulled away and looked each other in the eyes for a solid thirty seconds, and Pete leaned his forehead lightly against Patrick's, with their noses brushing. Patrick peered up at Pete, and a blush licked up his neck and cheeks like a fire when he saw how Pete was looking at him.

"How long have you been waiting for this?" Pete asked curiously, yet a little smugly, and Patrick let out a small breath before responding, taking Pete's hands in his and tracing his fingers over the veins.

"A while." Patrick answered, and all Pete could do was smile softly.

"Me too."

Merry Christmas :)