Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

79. Rest and Relaxation

Fluffy smut. ABAP era.

Pete knew that booking a hotel with a fireplace in the bar and lounge was a good idea. He and Patrick are cuddled up on one of the couches, champagne glasses in hand, watching the flames flicker and basking in one another's company, and it's exactly the soothing break they need. Patrick's head is nestled on Pete's shoulder, and when Pete glances down he can see that Patrick's hair is shining in the fire's light. Periodically, they turn to each other and share a kiss, chaste, since they're in public, and smile at each other before going back to watching the fire. They've had two glasses of champagne each; they're pleasantly buzzed, but they haven't been drinking fast enough to be drunk.

Pete is so, so happy to be where he is right now.

Patrick's hand, which has been resting on Pete's knee, creeps a little higher. It stops midway up Pete's thigh. It's pure Patrick: appropriate enough that no one looking on at them would think anything of it, but Pete knows that he's trying to send a message.

Pete ducks his head to speak into Patrick's ear. "You want to head up to the room?"

Patrick hums and nods. Pete waves over the waiter and settles the check.

Patrick's eyes are sparkling when Pete meets them. They're bright and dark at the same time, with happiness and arousal, respectively. It doesn't help that the suit he wore to dinner is a dark blue, making his eyes stand out more than usual. Pete takes Patrick's hand and they stand.

As soon as they're in the elevator, Pete wraps his arms around Patrick and pulls him in. Patrick giggles and wraps his arms around Pete's neck. They meet for a passionate kiss, and Pete nudges Patrick backward until he's pressed to the wall. One of his hands slips under Patrick's jacket, caressing his side.

"Fuck, I love you so much," Patrick says when they part, breathless.

Pete grins. "I love you too." He pulls Patrick in for another kiss, only pulling away when the doors to the elevator open.

He keeps his arm around Patrick's waist as they walk down the hall. He digs out his key and opens the door to their room one-handed, nudging Patrick in first and slipping in after him. He pins Patrick to the wall and kisses him stupid, working open the buttons of his jacket and slipping it off his shoulders. Patrick does the same to him, and he gives Pete's tie a playful tug after his jacket hits the floor.

Patrick pushes Pete backward, guiding him to the bed. Pete falls onto the mattress and scoots back, motioning for Patrick to follow him. Patrick crawls onto the bed on all fours, smiling seductively as he gets closer to Pete. Pete cups the back of his neck and pulls him into another kiss.

Pete rolls them over, settling between Patrick's legs. He pulls off Patrick's tie and works on unbuttoning his shirt while kissing Patrick's jaw. "You're so gorgeous, baby," Pete murmurs into the skin of his neck. He opens Patrick's shirt and slides it off of him, moving to Patrick's chest with the intent to mark him. "So, so pretty."

Patrick tugs on Pete's hair and groans softly as Pete sucks on his skin. "I, um, I have a surprise for you."

Pete lifts his head. "Oh yeah?"

Patrick smiles and nods, face turning red. "Take off my pants."

Pete chuckles. "You don't have to tell me twice." Patrick giggles.

Pete undoes Patrick's belt and opens his pants.  He palms Patrick through his boxers, making his hips jerk and a moan spill from his lips, then pulls his pants off. That's when he sees his surprise: Patrick's not wearing boxers.

Patrick is wearing a pair of black cotton panties.

Pete's jaw drops. He has to sit back for a moment and take in the sight in front of him. The black fabric makes Patrick's thighs look even paler, and leaves more of the soft skin exposed than boxers do. Patrick's face and chest are bright red, his hair is sticking up, and his open mouth is swollen from Pete kissing him.

"Well?" Patrick asks. "What do you think?"

Pete swallows. "I think you're fucking stunning." He leans down and captures Patrick's mouth with his own. "God, you're so fucking sexy."

Pete spends the next few minutes teasing Patrick, biting and kissing his thighs and hips and leaving the panties on. When he finally pulls them off, he does it with his teeth, causing Patrick to let out a breathy whine.

Pete digs out the lube he stashed in their suitcase and starts stretching Patrick. He doesn't rush, but he doesn't waste time, either. Once Patrick adjusts to three fingers, he pulls them out and shrugs off the rest of his clothes. He kneels between Patrick's legs and lines himself up.

Pete locks eyes with Patrick. "Ready?"

Patrick smiles and wraps his arms around Pete. "Ready."

Pete pushes in with a groan, listening to Patrick's moan ring out in the otherwise quiet hotel room. Pete stills when he bottoms out. Patrick lets out a shaky breath and cards a hand through Pete's hair, leaving it tangled in the locks on the back of his head. He tugs Pete closer and kisses him.

When they part, Patrick exhales and says, "Okay, you can move."

Pete rocks his hips, slow at first, basking in the feeling of being so close to Patrick and listening to the gasps and moans escaping him. He bites and kisses Patrick's neck in between his own moans. Patrick uses his grip on Pete's hair to pull him into another kiss, and Pete groans into it when Patrick rolls his hips.

Pete picks up his thrusts and adjusts the angle; thrill shoots through him when Patrick shouts his name at the change. He grips Patrick's hips and goes harder, almost coming when Patrick moans and pulls on his hair.

"Fuck fuck fuck, Pete," Patrick whines. "'M close."

Pete wraps a hand around Patrick's cock and tries to time his strokes with his thrusts. Patrick arches underneath him, and it only takes a moment for Patrick to come, shouting Pete's name. Pete thrusts a few more times before following Patrick over the edge.

Pete collapses against Patrick. They're both panting and sweaty, but they don't move to pull apart. Patrick keeps his hand tangled in Pete's hair, using the other to trail up and down Pete's spine.

Pete presses a gentle kiss to Patrick neck and pulls out. He stretches and goes to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and running it under warm water. He returns to the bed and cleans Patrick up before wiping himself off and laying back down. Patrick gives him a sleepy smile and opens his arms. Pete pulls the covers over them both and lays down; Patrick wraps his arms around him, and Pete pulls Patrick to his chest.

"Thank you," Patrick whispers.

"For what?"

"Booking this vacation for us. It's been...well, perfect, really." Patrick giggles, shifting closer to Pete.

Pete hums and presses a kiss to Patrick's head. "Agreed. And I'm glad I did it— you deserve it."

"We deserve it," Patrick corrects.

Pete kisses Patrick's head again and tightens his arms around him. "I love you."

Patrick kisses Pete's chest. "I love you, too."