Hello you beautiful bitches. This chapter contains some sexual shit. If you dont feel comfortable with that, you can skip. It isn't that important, but some of the story may revolve around this.

anyway, onto the story!!

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Fuck

That was the only word floating around Patrick's head as he stared into the familiar whisky eyes.

fuck

Pete smirked down at Patrick, eyes filled with lust and wonder as he looked down into the innocent baby blue's of the one below him.

He pressed Patrick further against the wall, squeezing his hips slightly, earning him a small gasp from him. Patrick leaned up and Kissed Pete passionately, savoring the taste of slightly salty but sweet grape flavor on his lips.

Pete kissed back, holding Patrick's hips even tighter and sliding his tongue on Patrick's bottom lip.

fuck

Patrick opened his mouth slightly and let Pete slip his tongue in. He moaned softly as Pete started to explore his mouth.

They stayed like that for a little while. When they pulled apart, Patrick gasped for air. He then smiled comfortably.

That didnt last long, as Pete went down to Patrick's neck and started licking, kissing and sucking gently. That made Patrick gasp.

"damn Pete" Patrick moaned softy, leaning his head back against the wall. Pete smirked against Patrick's skin.

Pete leaned up to Patrick's ear and bit his earlobe softly. "jump" he whispered seductively. Patrick did what he was told and jumped up, wrapping his thighs around Pete's waist.

Pete held Patrick's thighs tightly, pushing him even further against the wall. Patrick moaned softly at the contact and looked at Pete with needy eyes.

"what?" Pete asked, the smirk still on his face. Patrick blushed and smiled at him.

"what do you mean 'what'?" Patrick asked. That made Pete smirk more.

"tell me what you want baby~" he said seductively. Patrick blushed furiously and thought for a second.

He didnt know what he wanted. Every option was running through his head at the moment.

fucking

fingering

sucking

fuck...

all those optons and all of them seamed amazing.

Patrick looked up at Pete. "i dont know" he said.

Pete sighed. "Patrick~" he said seductively. Patrick smiled up at him, waiting for what he was going to say next.

"you have to wake up" he said, almost sadly. Patrick was confused.

"what?" he asked. Pete shook his head.

"wake up" he repeated.

"wake up"

"wake up"

"wake up"

"wake up"

"wake up"

patrick awoke in cold sweat. He looked to his side to see Pete peacefully sleeping next to him.

Patrick sighed and reached over for his pills. He checked the side affects.

Nothing about wet dreams. He took one out of the bottle and swallowed it dry. He then started thinking again.

Patrick has had wet dreams before, but they were always about masturbating. He then got to thinking on why the dream included Pete and why the hell it was so detailed.

did he...like Pete...?

Patrick sighed again and laid back down, snuggling into Pete and smiling contently. Once he got comfortable enough, he fell asleep.

how was that? I'm usually horrible at these types of scenes, but I tried.

- Petey