Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

82. First Day Jitters

Me, using fic to vent, as usual. Also I don't know what it is with me and people climbing through windows but it seems to be a theme. Fluffy. More anxiety stuff. TTTYG era, but they're only a year apart in age.

Pete kind of feels bad waking Patrick up, he needs some support right now. He's supposed to be moving into DePaul tomorrow, and he's not ready damn it, and he really needs a hug. He doesn't know if he's on the right path, if this is really the school for him, or if he should follow in his dad's footsteps or say fuck it and do something else entirely, or if he's really that committed to soccer. All he knows right now is that he's thinking too much and he wants his boyfriend.

A knock on his window startles him out of his thoughts. He opens the blinds and sees Patrick smiling at him softly, trucker hat pulled down over his forehead and wrapped up in a hoodie, looking like an angel. Even with his nerves, Pete can't help the grin that breaks out on his face at the sight of him.

Pete slides open the window, and Patrick crawls inside. Pete goes back to sitting on his bed, motioning for Patrick to follow. He already feels better, just from feeling Patrick's presence in the room.

Patrick immediately crawls into Pete's lap, wrapping his legs around Pete's waist and his arms around Pete's neck. He hugs Pete tight, almost crushing him. Pete wants to cry in relief. He wraps his arms around Patrick and tucks his face against Patrick's neck.

"Thank you so much for coming," Pete murmurs, pressing a kiss to Patrick's skin. "You have no idea how much I appreciate it."

Patrick kisses the top of his head. "Anytime, Petey. You'd do the same for me."

"Yeah." Pete sighs. "I would."

Patrick keeps holding him tight, rubbing his back. He doesn't pry yet, just offers affection and comfort.

Pete pulls away after a few minutes, though; he knows he needs to get this stuff off his chest. "Patrick, I'm scared. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know if I'm ready for any of this, but I can't really stop and take a break to figure it out either, and everything's happening so fast."

Patrick runs his hands through Pete's hair, then lets them fall until they're resting on Pete's neck. He lightly rubs a spot beneath Pete's ears with his fingertips, trailing them to the bolt of his jaw before bringing them back. It makes Pete shiver and close his eyes, it's so soothing.

Patrick sighs. "I think I'm starting to know the feeling. I can't believe I'm supposed to start applying for college in a couple months."

"You'll be great," Pete says automatically. "Doesn't matter what you do, you'll be the best at it."

Patrick shakes his head. "If you say so. But I think you will be, too. Even if it turns out this isn't what you want. You can still change your path, Pete. Just because you're starting school doesn't mean you can't change your mind about what you want to do." He leans forward until their foreheads are touching. "I know you're worried about fucking this up, but I don't think you will. And even if you do, there are people who will help you figure out what to do from there."

"I just don't want to let anyone down," Pete whispers.

"You won't," Patrick promises.

Pete buries his face in Patrick's neck again, clutching him tight. "I love you so much. You know that, right?"

"I know," Patrick says with a chuckle. "I love you too."

Patrick continues to hold him, then grabs Pete's chin and tilts his head up. Patrick gives him long, soft kisses, carding his fingers through Pete's hair. Pete melts into Patrick, and he cups Patrick's face before kissing him back just as lovingly.

They kiss until they're out of breath, and Patrick's panting softly when he asks, "Do you want me to stay tonight?"

"I don't want you to get in trouble..."

Patrick shakes his head. "I'm sure once I explain it'll be fine. Besides, I don't have anywhere to be tomorrow."

Pete nods. "In that case, yeah, I do kind of want you to stay."

Patrick lets Pete be the little spoon, since he's the one that needs comfort. Pete appreciates the gentle weight against his back and Patrick's warmth surrounding him. Patrick puts a hand on his chest and rubs circles into his skin. Pete melts into him.

"It's gonna be okay, Pete. You'll be okay," Patrick whispers, following it up with a kiss to the back of his neck.

"Thanks, Patrick." Pete grabs his hand and kisses his palm.