smut one shots (kellic, frerard + more)

11. edging - peterick

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In which peterick takes their time to come after a way too long period of dating

PeteTOP/PatrickBOTTOM (kinda versatile, though)

--smut trigger--

Patrick's POV

I was driving back from work and the traffic was making me impatient. I wanted to be home, now. I had been craving Pete for the whole week now and tonight I was going to get him. We have been dating for maybe a little bit longer than a month now and I was ready for a relationship.

I hate dating. It's exhausting as fuck. But having a boyfriend was something that I didn't hate. And it also wasn't exhausting as fuck. The thing about dating was that you couldn't show a lot of affection towards the other one. You didn't hang out every day. You didn't cuddle a lot. You didn't take time to have sex. You didn't tell the other about how much you'd want to spend the rest of your life with them. 

Yet, that was exactly why people were dating. Why I was dating. You wanted someone who you could do all those things with. But showing affection, oh no. How dare you? You had to be heedless. And well, I was done with all of that. 

It had been a week since I had seen Pete. The only reason for that was that you couldn't ask someone to hang out all the time. Apparently. All these unspoken dating rules. Fuck them. Tonight, I was showing Pete that I would love to dig a little deeper with him. And whether or not that would lead to rejection, we would deal with that later. 

I honked at the ridiculous man driving in front of me. He kept changing his speed for no apparent reason. Stop hitting the breaks and pulling up every 20 seconds! I decided to turn left and take a different route. Soon I made it home and got ready to go to Pete's. Thank God we were at the stage where we would at least hang out at someone's home. All those public dates were even more exhausting. 

Not even 10 minutes later I got into my car again. I had brushed my teeth and changed my outfit. When I pulled up at Pete's driveway the nerves suddenly crept up to me. I shuddered and took a deep breath. I could do this. This would end in me having a boyfriend. And not just any boyfriend. Pete.

I ringed his doorbell and Pete opened the door. I washed no time crashing my lips to his. I kissed him like I meant it. I did. We had kissed before, but it would either be just about sex or an innocent little peck. This time, though, I kissed him with passion and affection. Odious, I know...

Pete looked a little taken aback but he closed the door behind me without breaking the kiss and he ardently kissed me back. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he took a hold of my face and neck. He had big and strong hands and I loved them on my neck.

Pete moaned a little in my mouth and soon after he pulled away. "Hi, uh, someone's eager tonight...", he said smiling slightly while awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. I chuckled and hummed. I really didn't have anything to say, yet. I was spilling the tea tonight. Don't worry.

Pete walked to the kitchen and I followed him. "I have made you dinner", he said. I widened my eyes. I expected that he would just order take out or something. But he had taken his time to cook for me. I shyly smiled and replied: "Oh my god, Thank you. What have you made?" "Pasta", he answered. "Do you like pasta?" I chuckled and nodded: "I do, it smells nice"

When I walked further into the room I could see that he had also set the table. My stomach warmed a little. He had set the table nicely. The lights in the room were a little dimmed and the tableware all matched. "Wait, I'll serve", Pete said while gesturing me to sit down on the table.