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“Im home!” Patrick called into the apartment, shutting the door behind him and toeing his shoes off. Silence followed. He wanted to make sure he didn’t startle Pete because he didn’t know he had returned from his errands of stopping by the studio to finish some things up, then stopping by the store on the way home to grab some things he needed for dinner. He wanted to make something nice for Pete in the hopes of making him feel better.
“Pete say something so I know you’re fine!” He called out as he walked into the kitchen. He was mostly joking but also wasn’t.
Patrick frowned at the silence of the apartment as he set the singular grocery bag down onto the kitchen island. He knew Pete hadn’t been having the best morning when he left, so the fact that the apartment was so quiet was starting to worry him. He quickly took everything out of the bag and put it away, then made his way down the hallway towards the bedroom.
“Pete?” Patrick said, pushing the bedroom door open. Pete was lying in bed with the blankets pulled up to his chin, and his earbuds in as he had his phone in his hand. Patrick breathed a sigh of relief before approaching the bed.
He reached out to gently touch Pete’s shoulder, which Patrick quickly realized was a huge mistake as Pete flinched away hard, curling in on himself defensively. Once he realized it was Patrick standing next to the bed, he became noticeably less tense and pulled out his earbuds.
“Sorry! Im sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Patrick rushed out, then slowly reached his hand towards Pete’s face. He stopped before touching him though, to give Pete a chance to object if he didn’t want to be touched. When Pete subtly leaned into it, Patrick gently cupped his cheek.
“Why’re you still in bed, baby?” Patrick frowned, and Pete looked guilty.
“M’sorry…” Pete mumbled.
“It’s okay, I can tell you’re having a rough day.” Patrick said, running his hand through Pete’s hair as he leaned down and kissed him. “Let me make you feel a little better?”
Pete raised an eyebrow at him. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I was originally gonna make us a nice dinner, I even picked up ingredients on my way home and everything, but I think there’s something else I’d rather have for dinner…” Patrick gave Pete an attempt at a smirk, barely able to contain his laughter at how stupid he sounded.
“You’re awful!” Pete pushed him away and laughed, still keeping a hand fisted in Patrick’s shirt to keep him close. “What the hell, man, why did you say that?”
“I just told you I’m trying to cheer you up. Is it working?” Patrick let himself laugh. Pete pretended to think it over, then nodded, pulling him back down for another kiss.
Pete kicked the blankets off himself and grabbed Patrick’s shirt, using it as leverage to pull Patrick closer to him. Patrick let out a breathy chuckle, climbing his way onto the bed and on top of Pete. He forced one of his thighs between Pete’s, nudging it against the seam of the sweats he was wearing. Pete let out a strained whine and shifted his hips a little, grasping at Patrick’s shirt.
Patrick started trailing his kisses away from Pete’s mouth and down the side of his throat. Pete shivered, continuing to grind himself up against patrick’s thigh. It was going fine until Patrick made a further advance.
“Let’s get this off you, hm?” He said quietly, reaching for the hem of the sweatshirt Pete was wearing, which Patrick quickly recognized as his own.
“No!” Pete shouted quickly, putting his hands over Patrick’s and shaking his head. “Please…”
“Okay, that’s fine, you’re fine,” Patrick responded fast. He didn’t want to make Pete uncomfortable. “Do you want me to stop? Talk to me, sweetheart.”
“Dont stop… just wanna keep this on.”
Patrick nodded, then spoke again. “Can I push it up? Just a little, but if not that’s fine.”
Pete thought it over, then agreed with a little hum. Patrick smiled, gently shoving the hem of Pete’s sweater just past the tattoo on his stomach, exposing his hips and the elastic waistline of his boxers peeking out from his pants.
Patrick ghosted his fingers down between Pete’s legs, carefully brushing his thumb over just the right spots, making Pete shudder. He then reached back up and gripped the waistband of Pete’s sweats and boxers, looking up at Pete and waiting for confirmation before tugging them down.
Pete was eager at this point, kicking his pants off impatiently. He was more than a little pent up, having felt too uncomfortable to do anything the last couple weeks, including getting himself off when he was alone, which he usually didnt have a problem with. He was thankful that Patrick was so understanding and never complained once, but he couldn’t imagine it had been easy on him going for so long without sex. Still, Patrick always seemed ready to please Pete without much regard for his own pleasure.
Now that he was naked from the waist down he was starting to get squirmy, not sure if he liked it or not. Patrick must have noticed.
“I know you’re a little on edge, remember that you can safeword at any time, okay?” Patrick said, making eye contact even as his hands drifted over Pete’s hips and along his thighs. Pete nodded.
Patrick hummed quietly, thinking for a moment before deciding on laying on his stomach, face right over Pete’s pussy. He rested Pete’s legs over his shoulder and wrapped his arms around his thighs. His breath was hot on Pete’s skin, making him squirm again. Patrick just smiled up at his boyfriend, placing a gentle kiss to his thigh and lingering for a moment before slowly working his way down. He paid special attention to the scars littered across the tops of Pete’s thighs, thankful that none of them looked new.
Pete held his breath in anticipation as Patrick got closer to where he wanted him, but let it out as a shaky sigh when Patrick stopped and smirked before digging his teeth into the soft flesh of Pete’s inner thigh, just inches away from where he should be.
Patrick didnt let up until Pete’s hand was fisted in his hair and weakly tugging. He pulled back and gently kissed the bite mark, then moved again.
Just when Pete thought he was done being teased and Patrick had his mouth right over his cunt, Patrick decided to pull back and bring his hand up instead. He ghosted his thumb over Pete’s clit, making him whine. Patrick smirked.
“Stop teasing me, you ass…” Pete mumbled, voice trembling as Patrick continued with the featherlight touches.
“Sorry, baby, you just make such pretty noises.” Patrick said, not changing what he was doing at all.
After what felt like forever, Patrick finally decided to stop fucking around. He leaned down and ran his tongue along Pete’s cunt, then let his tongue linger on his clit before taking it into his mouth.
No matter how hard he tried, Pete couldn’t stop the whiny gasp that left him. He quickly covered his mouth with his sleeve, worried about sounding too girl-ish. His brain was suddenly telling him that if he sounded too feminine that Patrick would leave him, which was a bit silly considering that Patrick was currently eating him out with great enthusiasm, but Pete’s brain liked to fuck with him.
He decided he would stay quiet.
Patrick was having none of that.
Patrick flicked his tongue over Pete’s clit briefly, then moved down to his hole and shoved his tongue in as far as he could manage, his jaw burning from the strain.
He stared directly up at Pete and watched him whine and gasp, but all of the pretty sounds were getting muffled. Patrick’s brows furrowed and he realized he had to do something. He couldn’t let his baby stay quiet, and it was almost insulting that Pete thought he would be able to.
Patrick unwrapped one arm from where it was hugging Pete’s thigh. He shuffled around until he could get two fingers into pete’s cunt, quickly pushing upwards hard and fast just like how he knew Pete liked.
He watched, satisfied, as Pete tried harder to keep himself quiet and failed miserably, his loud whimpers and breathy little ah ah ahs coming through. Pete’s free hand flailed helplessly for a moment before he laced his fingers in Patrick’s hair again, lightly tugging on it.
With two fingers buried deep inside Pete, Patrick went back to focusing his mouth on his clit, licking it gently a few times before taking it back into his mouth.
Patrick knew Pete well. Knew how he liked his toast, his go-to Starbucks order, the usual. He could tell when Pete skipped a dose of his meds, or when he double-dosed to try and make up for it, and patrick knew how to tell that pete was about to cum.
“ah, ah, patrick-” pete whined, high pitched and breathless. His chest heaved, hand tugging harder at Patrick’s hair. Patrick worked him through his orgasm, then continued.
“W- hah- wait!” Pete whined, shaking his head and pushing at Patrick’s forehead. “Off, off!”
Pete wasn’t safewording, so Patrick didn’t stop. Pete squirmed, letting out a little yelp when Patrick briefly used teeth, gently biting him.
It didn’t take long for Pete to cum again, slick fluids gushing against Patrick’s chin as Pete trembled and whined through his second orgasm. Patrick pulled away, satisfied with his work as he used his sleeve to wipe his face with a stupid grin. Meanwhile Pete felt half dead, melted into the mattress as he lay there limply trying to catch his breath.
“Again…” Pete muttered, still breathless. Patrick raised an eyebrow down at him. “A-again. Need more…”
“Are you sure?” Patrick asked, taking in how fucked out Pete looked. “I mean, I don’t mind, but you look tired.”
“You’re hard.” Pete mumbled, eyes closed as he finally regulated his breathing. “It’s been weeks since we’ve had sex, I miss you…”
Patrick could hear genuine distress in Pete’s voice. He wasn’t sure why he was getting so worked up, but he was.
“As long as you’re sure…” patrick said, trusting that Pete would safeword if it became too much for him. “Turn over.”
Pete didn’t even have a chance to move before patrick was grabbing his hips and manhandling him, flipping him over into his stomach. He grabbed Pete’s hips and pulled them into the air, then gave him a moment to get comfortable.
Patrick undid his belt and tossed it to the ground. He then pushed his pants and boxers halfway down his thighs, letting his half hard cock free. He gave himself a few hasty strokes, then leaned forward and dragged his tip through the slick gathered between Pete’s legs and ready to run down his thighs with how turned on he was.
“Patrick…” Pete whined impatiently. Patrick soothingly shushed him.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”
Patrick thrusted in completely in one go, groaning at how pete’s entire body seemed to tense up. He gave a few experimental thrusts before slowly finding a rhythm. He had two hands planted on pete’s hips to keep him steady.
Patrick began thrusting harder and faster, giving Pete what he knew he wanted.
Pete was overwhelmed in the best way possible. He didn’t like going so long without sex, but it was nice how sensitive he was after so long. Still, he couldn’t help but instinctively try to run from it.
Patrick laughed at how Pete seemed to be trying to squirm away. He used his grip on pete’s hips to drag him back, fucking him deeper onto his cock as pete gasped breathlessly.
“You can’t run from me, you wanted this.” Patrick said, slowing down his thrusts to drape himself over Pete’s back, breath hot on his neck.
Pete shivered, nodding his head frantically. He was being caged against the mattress by Patrick’s broad frame, making him feel small in comparison despite the inch of two he actually has on his boyfriend.
“Close-“ Pete whined, feeling Patrick’s lips brush against the back of his neck.
“Yeah?” Patrick asked with a smirk, snaking his arm under Pete’s hip to reach for his clit, lightly grazing it as he continued to fuck him.
It wasn’t long before Pete came for a 3rd time, overwhelmed tears in his eyes. Patrick didn’t stop, now chasing his own orgasm as he panted in pete’s ear.
“Gonna- fuck, gonna cum…” Patrick mumbled and panted, encasing Pete in his arms. Pete began squirming frantically, letting out little frustrated grunts
“Wait, Patrick wait, hold on” he said, voice trembling because Patrick was still fucking into him. “Patrick pull out-“
This seemed to pull Patrick back to reality. He managed to pull out just in time to finish with a few strokes, cum shooting onto the small of Pete’s back.
Neither of them moved for a moment, both trying to catch their breath. After a few minutes Patrick moved, taking Pete with him as he laid down on the bed. He watched quietly as Pete drifted between awake and asleep.
“Hey.” Patrick said quietly, nudging Pete’s shoulder. “You with me?”
Pete nodded, opening his eyes a little and snuggling closer into Patrick’s chest. “Tired…”
“I can see that,” patrick said, smiling as he combed his fingers through pete’s sweaty hair. “Why don’t you take a nap while I get started on dinner? I’ll wake you up when it’s done if you’re not up before then, and then after we eat we can hop in the shower-“
Pete groaned at the mention of a shower.
“I know, but you need one, sweetheart. It’s been a few days. I’m not judging you for it, I get it, but you still need to do it. I’ll even run us a bath, how does that sound?”
Pete sighed loudly, but nodded. He continued clinging to him until patrick pulled away.
“I’m gonna start dinner, okay? Get some sleep, I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.” He kissed Pete’s forehead before standing up and leaving the room. He left the door open.
Pete yawned, rolling over and grabbing one of the many pillows on his side of the bed, hugging in to his chest and letting himself drift off to the sound of patrick shuffling around in the kitchen.