~PART TWO~ (This comment is open in a separate window so I can comment and read...sorry if it's too long.)
"Pete starts to move and immediately regrets it. He's not sure what hurts more, every muscle in his body or having to look at Patrick all broken. He decides firmly that it's the latter and forces his protesting muscles into action, crawling across the bed to slip an arm around him." No making me cryyyyy. Owie. Oh, boys.
Aw, Patrick and his nudity issues. Morning afters suck.
"Does that mean you're better? How are you feeling?" Mikey asks, voice gentle in the way he usually only reserves for Gerard, or Pete on a downer. LOVELOVELOVE.
"Mikey will always be the first person I call in a crisis. Well, after you, but I couldn't call you because you were the crisis." Patrick shoots Pete a cutting look, but Pete continues regardless. "Dude, he's been dealing with Gerard his whole life. Nothing phases him."
"So you needed Mikey around to deal with the idea of having sex with me?" Patrick's brows furrow together and he looks so pained Pete's heart hurts. Owowowow. But also, yes. Hi, I think I love you at this point, okay?
THE KISSING<33333. And lol a little at Pete's "I can prove it right now." Because on those two, seriously.
Patrick is curled warmly around Pete's side before they hear the front door slam. "You know," he says thoughtfully, "I wouldn't be against having him join us again, like, when I 'm not out of it."
Pete tries not to look too shocked while his dick proceeds to try and leap off his body. "Really?" he asks, his voice coming out way too high. Patrick shrugs in a why not? kind of way and Pete has to kiss him right now, pressing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. AHAHAHAHAHA FOREVER. I LOVE PATRICK STUMP WAY TOO MUCH. IN ALL FORMS. EVEN SNEAKY/SEXY.
Fuck, he's not kidding, having Patrick like this, himself but touchable, himself but fuckable is so many different colors of amazing HEARTS IN MY EEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSS. YESSSSS. <3_<3
Patrick's grin in reply is hesitant but oh-so-wicked. PAAAAAAAAATRICK.
EEEEEEEEEEE. THEM. PETE/PATRICK. OTPPPPPPP. Seriously, I want to roll around in how awesome this fic is. Also, lolololol at Pete trying to talk Patrick into Mikey delivering their pizza. And yay for smirky!Patrick. So much glee. My face is stuck on :DDDDDDD.
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"Pete starts to move and immediately regrets it. He's not sure what hurts more, every muscle in his body or having to look at Patrick all broken. He decides firmly that it's the latter and forces his protesting muscles into action, crawling across the bed to slip an arm around him." No making me cryyyyy. Owie. Oh, boys.
Aw, Patrick and his nudity issues. Morning afters suck.
"Does that mean you're better? How are you feeling?" Mikey asks, voice gentle in the way he usually only reserves for Gerard, or Pete on a downer. LOVELOVELOVE.
"Mikey will always be the first person I call in a crisis. Well, after you, but I couldn't call you because you were the crisis." Patrick shoots Pete a cutting look, but Pete continues regardless. "Dude, he's been dealing with Gerard his whole life. Nothing phases him."
"So you needed Mikey around to deal with the idea of having sex with me?" Patrick's brows furrow together and he looks so pained Pete's heart hurts. Owowowow. But also, yes. Hi, I think I love you at this point, okay?
THE KISSING<33333. And lol a little at Pete's "I can prove it right now." Because on those two, seriously.
Patrick is curled warmly around Pete's side before they hear the front door slam. "You know," he says thoughtfully, "I wouldn't be against having him join us again, like, when I 'm not out of it."
Pete tries not to look too shocked while his dick proceeds to try and leap off his body. "Really?" he asks, his voice coming out way too high. Patrick shrugs in a why not? kind of way and Pete has to kiss him right now, pressing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. AHAHAHAHAHA FOREVER. I LOVE PATRICK STUMP WAY TOO MUCH. IN ALL FORMS. EVEN SNEAKY/SEXY.
Fuck, he's not kidding, having Patrick like this, himself but touchable, himself but fuckable is so many different colors of amazing HEARTS IN MY EEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSS. YESSSSS. <3_<3
Patrick's grin in reply is hesitant but oh-so-wicked. PAAAAAAAAATRICK.
EEEEEEEEEEE. THEM. PETE/PATRICK. OTPPPPPPP. Seriously, I want to roll around in how awesome this fic is. Also, lolololol at Pete trying to talk Patrick into Mikey delivering their pizza. And yay for smirky!Patrick. So much glee. My face is stuck on :DDDDDDD.
In conclusion: YESTHIS.THEEND.<3333333333