Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

75. First Time for Everything

Fluffy smut. If anyone has any other suggestions, you're welcome to send them to me! High school au, TTTYG era.

"Well, here we are." Pete turns off the ignition of his car and looks at Patrick. They smile at each other shyly. "I had a great time," Pete says, taking Patrick's hand over the center console.

As far as first dates go, theirs was a success. They went out to dinner at a local diner, then went to an arcade. Patrick destroyed Pete at skee ball, and Pete kissed him, long and hard, for the second time outside the arcade afterwards. Their first kiss was two weeks ago, after realizing that after six years of being friends, they both wanted more.

"Yeah, me too." Patrick grins, then meets Pete halfway for a few sweet, chaste kisses.

"See you Monday," Pete says, pulling away.

"See you Monday," Patrick says. He gets out of the car, shoots Pete one more smile, then walks toward his house. Pete stays put, head tipped back and grinning like an idiot. It's only been a week, and he already knows he loves Patrick, no question about it.

A knock on the window startles him out of his thoughts. He rolls down the window.

"Do you want to come inside?" Patrick asks in a rush. "You can sleepover. My parents aren't home."

Fuck. Yes.

Their parents don't know yet; they wanted time to feel out their relationship on their own before anyone else could inject their opinion into it. So when Pete calls his mom and lets her know he's staying the night, there are no objections to the lack of supervision.

There's a moment, in the kitchen while they're making popcorn, where there's nerves radiating off of both of them. They're alone together for the first time since they started dating, and it's a little harrowing. Pete knows, of course, that he's perfectly content with just gathering Patrick in his arms and sleeping until his mom calls and tells him to come home and do his chores. If something else happens, something else happens. However, he can tell that Patrick's freaking out a little.

"Hey," Pete says gently, taking one of Patrick's hands. "You know I'm not, like, expecting anything, right? I'm just happy to spend time with you."

Patrick sighs, smiling a little. "I know, I just realized that inviting you inside probably sounded a little forward, and. Yeah." He shrugs.

Pete pulls Patrick to him and kisses his temple. "We don't have to do anything. Let's go watch a movie and see where the night takes us, sound good?"

Patrick hugs him back. "Yeah. Sounds perfect." The microwave beeps, and Patrick kisses Pete's cheek before pulling away.

They curl up together on the living room couch and watch a movie before going upstairs and playing video games. They're evenly matched at Mario Kart; on the last lap, they're both shouting at the screen and playfully shoving each other in an attempt to win.

"Fuck yeah!" Pete yells when he crosses the finish line first. He jumps up from where he was sitting on the edge of Patrick's bed and throws his hands in the air. Patrick's smiling at him fondly, shaking his head a little as he does. He looks like an angel, even in the too-harsh overhead light, and Pete can't help himself.

Pete plops back down on the bed, cups Patrick's face in his hands, and kisses him.

Patrick kisses back instantly, leaning into Pete and wrapping his arms around Pete's neck. They kiss slowly, knowing this moment is all theirs, and no one can take it from them. The kiss pauses for them to catch their breath and smile at each other, flushed and giddy, then they're right back to kissing.