Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

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FUTCT era. Fluff.

Pete sighs in relief as he closes his bedroom door and collapses on his bed. He thought school was never going to end. He throws an arm over his face and shuts his eyes for a few minutes. Then he grins, rolling over into his stomach and digging his phone out of his pocket.

To Pattycakes: hey, just got home :))

From Pattycakes: Finally! I was going to start spamming your phone.

To Pattycakes: oh shit, it's like three am over there isn't it

Pete started talking to Patrick a little over a year ago. They met in an online forum, on a pop punk discussion board. They found out that they like a lot of the same musicians, and a lot of the same movies, and that was enough for them to start talking privately.

From Pattycakes: Not quite, but it is pretty late.

To Pattycakes: aww did you wait up for me again? you don't have to do that all the time, I don't want you to be exhausted :((

From Pattycakes: It's not a big deal. I won't do it every night but like, I wanna be able to actually have a conversation with you, you know?

Patrick, unfortunately, lives in the United Kingdom, while Pete lives in Chicago, so it's hard for them to talk with the time difference in their way. It doesn't deter them, however; it held them back even less when they started losing sleep to flirt.

To Pattycakes: yeah, I know. I wish we were together, I wanna be able to actually talk

From Pattycakes: Me too. I want to see your pretty face. :)

Pete grins, his face heating up the slightest bit. They've been long-distance boyfriends for two months now, and Pete fucking loves Patrick. Even though it's hard sometimes, and they've had a few jealousy-fueled fights, Pete wouldn't trade this for the world. The only thing he wants more is to be able to love Patrick in person.

To Pattycakes: stop it you're making me blush!! I'm going to retaliate if you're not careful ;)

From Pattycakes: Do your worst, Wentz!

To Pattycakes: if we were together right now, I would cover you in kisses

To Pattycakes: and I'd cuddle the shit out of you. you're so cute, you're like a teddy bear

From Pattycakes: That sounds really nice, honestly.

To Pattycakes: yeah?

From Pattycakes: Um, yes? And I want to cuddle and kiss you too, I bet you're a really good kisser.

Pete thinks of the few pictures they've sent back and forth.

To Pattycakes: me? what about you? your mouth was MADE for kissing

From Pattycakes: Oh my god, shut up about my mouth!

To Pattycakes: never ;)

From Pattycakes: Ugh, I hate you. I can't believe I want to do more than kiss you.

Pete's eyes widen and he bites his lip. They don't sext very often, considering afterward they're both left feeling lonely without the other to spend the night with, but it's always hot as hell when they do. It always leaves Pete wanting more.

To Pattycakes: oh do tell

It takes a few minutes for Patrick to respond again.

From Pattycakes: Uh, not tonight Petey. I'm a little too tired. Maybe another night?

To Pattycakes: of course baby. another night it is :)

From Pattycakes: Thank you <3

To Pattycakes: no problem <3

They talk for a while longer, asking about each other's days and what songs they've been listening to and the books they're reading. After about an hour, Pete checks the time. As much as he wants to keep talking, Patrick should really get some sleep, or he's going to suffer for it tomorrow. Pete doesn't want that.

To Pattycakes: you should probably get to bed now

From Pattycakes: Yeah, you're probably right. Doesn't mean I want to though.

To Pattycakes: I know. it's not a big deal when it's the weekend but I don't want you to get too sleep deprived

From Pattycakes: Ha. You're one to talk.

To Pattycakes: shhh we're not talking about me right now

To Pattycakes: if I'm still awake when you're supposed to get up I'll message you

From Pattycakes: Okay!

To Pattycakes: goodnight tricky, I love you x

From Pattycakes: I love you too x

From Pattycakes: Oh, and Pete?

To Pattycakes: yes?

From Pattycakes: I really wish we were together. I think we'd both sleep a lot easier if we could hold each other.

Pete melts, smiling softly.

To Pattycakes: aww, I wish we were together too

To Pattycakes: go to sleep now, we can talk more later

From Pattycakes: I will. Goodnight Pete.

To Pattycakes: goodnight patrick

Pete sighs happily, letting his phone fall to his chest. He fucking loves his boyfriend, no matter the distance between them.