Ship: Mikey/Patrick
Words: 360

"Hey, Mikey?"

I bite my lip as he strokes my cheek gently, bleached blond hair like my own framing his chiseled face. He looks so beautiful and I have no idea how the hell he could love me. How he could love this.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

His eyebrows raise and his dark eyes meet mine for a long moment. My heart sinks.

"I-I'm sorry I'm just curious and I don't mean to—"

"You're the most perfect boy I've ever met, Patrick."

I stop rambling as soon as he says that and raise my eyes a little.

"Really?"

He sighs and sits up from where we're cuddling in the hammock.

"I want to show you something, okay?" He says quietly.

"Okay."

He straddles me and trails his fingers in a non-sexual manner down my chest, each though making me shiver more and more under him.

"This is gonna sound cheesy as hell but I really do mean it when I say it." He whispers, and his words soon turn to begs, "I'm gonna try to let you know how much you mean to me. I really mean it because I don't even understand why you love me half of the time."

"Okay."

"Everything about you is just so fucking beautiful, okay? Your eyes and your nose and your mouth and your chest and everything below. You're beautiful. You're fucking perfect, okay?"

"Okay."

He smiles slightly.

"Your eyes are so fucking beautiful. It's green and blue and everything I love put into one. Your lips are soft. Your nose is small but adorable." He runs a fingers through my hair, "No matter how you style it, your hair is always beautiful. Hat or none."

He continued down my neck to my chest.

"Your body is beautiful and I don't give two shits how much you weigh. You will always be the right size, because that's how you look and you look amazing no matter your weight or your style. Okay?"

"Okay."

Mikey bites his lip.

"Do you really believe me?"

I meet his gaze.

"I'm starting to."

"I love you. So fucking much."

"I love you, too."