Looking Up (part 3/?)
Title: Looking Up (part 3/?)
Author:
beanpie3
Summery: Pete is Patrick's english teacher. He starts to develop a crush on the very straight boy. What happens when people start to think they're together?
Rating:im not good at these, but possibly G, maybe PG-13 for some swears
(A/N. I did this a lot faster than i thought i would. I think there will either be 2 or 3 more parts. not sure yet.)
I’m always wrong, but you’re never right.
Two days later Patrick arrives with a bag of clothes and a hesitant smile. Pete ushers him in and directs him to the guest room. He opens his mouth to say something, but Patrick beats him to it.
“Don’t ask how I’m holding up, or any variation of that, or I swear to god I will punch you in the face. I’m doing fine.” He turns to see Pete looking at him, head slightly cocked. “What? I am! I’m doing fine.” Pete simply opens his arms in a silent invitation of comfort. The short boy bites his lip, hesitating. Wanting comfort, but not sure if he should. His teacher moves his hands and head in a ‘come here’ gesture.
Patrick all but falls into Pete’s arms. Gripping at his t-shirt, head buried in the elders neck, breathing in the familiar comforting smell. He sighs as Pete begins to pet his back, nudging his head further under his chin.
Pete bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, screws his eyes up and forcibly stops himself from moving his hands lower. If he did anything now it would be taking advantage of Patrick’s misery.
Suddenly he feels the dry press of Patrick’s lips on his collar bone. His eyes fly open as the lips travel up his neck. Just the slightest of touches making his skin tingle. A nose bumps against his chin, making Pete want to move his head to the side so the lips can continue.
Instead he loosens his hold and moves backwards, effectively dislodging Patrick who simply acts as though it didn’t happen. Going back to his unpacking without a backward glance. Pete frowns at the pale blue of Patrick’s t-shirt before deciding to follow his lead and pretend it didn’t happen. “Want to watch crappy movies and eat junk all night?” Patrick turns his head enough for Pete to see his small smile as he nods his agreement. “I’ll ummm. I’ll go order some food then. I think I’ve got some ice-cream or popcorn or something.” Pete heads off confused about the mixed signals he’s getting. His mind turning over everything before he mentally (and physically) shakes himself. He shouldn’t care if he’s getting mixed signals. He shouldn’t be excited about the prospect of Patrick liking him. He’s his teacher. And Patrick will be staying with him for two weeks. He can’t do anything. Patrick has no where to go, if he acts on one of the signals then Patrick will be stuck. Might feel pressured into doing things.
Pete can’t do that to him. He cares too much about him, loves him even. He stops short as his hand is reaching for the phone.
Love.
‘Fuck. I’m in love with my friend. My best friend. My best friend who is my student. This is so fucked up.’ Pete’s thoughts are swirling. The words ‘love’ and ‘so so wrong’ featuring prominently. He exhales and forces himself to not think about it. He grabs the phone, orders the food and searches for dessert (steadfastly ignoring the voice that whispers ‘I’m sure Patrick would make a great dessert’).
“Pete! Back to the future?”
“You better believe it.” Pete plasters a smile on his face and prepares himself for some serious repression.
Won’t you promise me tonight ?
Halfway through the second film, Patrick starts to fall asleep leaning heavily on Pete, who’s debating whether they should move or not. On the one hand, Patrick looks very comfortable. On the other, if Pete doesn’t move him, then he knows he will end up doing something that he will regret.
He ends up nudging gently at Patrick’s side, who slowly stirs, pressing closer to Pete as he stretches out like a cat and mumbling incoherently. “Patrick. You should go to bed, you’ve got school tomorrow.” Pete cringes, because, seriously. That makes him sound like a dad. “I don’ wanna. You’re comfy.” He closes his eyes and breathes out slowly. Opens them in relief when Patrick sits up straight again. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Patrick is looking at his lap, fidgeting with the legs of his sweatpants. Before Pete can stop himself, he slips his fingers under Patrick’s chin and tilts until he can look into Patrick’s eyes. “You can talk to me about anything. Alright? I mean anything.” Patrick nods, and Pete slips his fingers down and around Patrick’s neck, brushing at the fine hairs at the nape of the pale neck.
“I thought that you would be the best person to talk to this about. I mean, you’re the least likely to hate me.”
“I could never hate you.” Patrick smiles Pete’s special smile. The one that seems to say, ‘you are an idiot, I know, but it’s nice to hear you say it anyway.’
“I think I’m gay.”
Pete chokes on air.
Several minutes later Pete can actually talk again. “What...Uh. What makes you say that?” Patrick blushes and mumbles something into his chin. Pete repeats his earlier action, bringing Patrick’s head up so he can look him in the eyes. “Repeat that?”
“I’ve been having dreams. Like the kind I used to have about Anna. But, you know, with guys in them.” Patrick trail off, looking at Pete with an expression that screams ‘please don’t hate me’. Pete rests his forehead against Patrick’s, eyes closed trying to tamp down all the images that are flying around his brain.
“But I figured that that doesn’t prove I’m gay right? I haven’t ever done anything with a guy. It could be a phase? How did you know you were gay?”
Pete groans low in his throat, pulling away from Patrick before he helps ‘prove’ to Patrick one way or the other. “Well, first off I’m bi. We’ve talked about my failure with girls enough times for you to know that.” That draws a slight smile from Patrick. “And I had dreams like yours.” And that’s how Pete did find out he was bi, but he desperately wants to add something onto it. He has an internal battle before blurting it out. “And I kissed a guy. When I figured out I liked it as much as I liked kissing girls, I figured I was bi.” Patrick bites his lip and leans slightly closer. “So. What you’re saying is, to find out if I’m actually bi or not, I’m going to have to kiss a guy?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know any gay or bi guys. Well. Except for you, and that wouldn’t be proper would it?” Even as he speaks, he moves closer and closer.
Pete can feel Patrick’s breath on his lips. “It really wouldn’t.”
Patrick is so close he can almost taste him.
Suddenly Patrick lifts his palm to cup Pete’s face, thumb swiping across the skin.
“But then, how am I meant to find out if I’m bi or not?”
There’s a small voice in the back of Pete’s mind that is screaming at him to not do this. This is his best friend, his student.
It’s so wrong.
He closes the gap.
Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/patrickxpeter/1157589.html#cutid1
Part 2: http://community.livejournal.com/patrickxpeter/1157702.html
Author:
beanpie3Summery: Pete is Patrick's english teacher. He starts to develop a crush on the very straight boy. What happens when people start to think they're together?
Rating:im not good at these, but possibly G, maybe PG-13 for some swears
(A/N. I did this a lot faster than i thought i would. I think there will either be 2 or 3 more parts. not sure yet.)
I’m always wrong, but you’re never right.
Two days later Patrick arrives with a bag of clothes and a hesitant smile. Pete ushers him in and directs him to the guest room. He opens his mouth to say something, but Patrick beats him to it.
“Don’t ask how I’m holding up, or any variation of that, or I swear to god I will punch you in the face. I’m doing fine.” He turns to see Pete looking at him, head slightly cocked. “What? I am! I’m doing fine.” Pete simply opens his arms in a silent invitation of comfort. The short boy bites his lip, hesitating. Wanting comfort, but not sure if he should. His teacher moves his hands and head in a ‘come here’ gesture.
Patrick all but falls into Pete’s arms. Gripping at his t-shirt, head buried in the elders neck, breathing in the familiar comforting smell. He sighs as Pete begins to pet his back, nudging his head further under his chin.
Pete bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, screws his eyes up and forcibly stops himself from moving his hands lower. If he did anything now it would be taking advantage of Patrick’s misery.
Suddenly he feels the dry press of Patrick’s lips on his collar bone. His eyes fly open as the lips travel up his neck. Just the slightest of touches making his skin tingle. A nose bumps against his chin, making Pete want to move his head to the side so the lips can continue.
Instead he loosens his hold and moves backwards, effectively dislodging Patrick who simply acts as though it didn’t happen. Going back to his unpacking without a backward glance. Pete frowns at the pale blue of Patrick’s t-shirt before deciding to follow his lead and pretend it didn’t happen. “Want to watch crappy movies and eat junk all night?” Patrick turns his head enough for Pete to see his small smile as he nods his agreement. “I’ll ummm. I’ll go order some food then. I think I’ve got some ice-cream or popcorn or something.” Pete heads off confused about the mixed signals he’s getting. His mind turning over everything before he mentally (and physically) shakes himself. He shouldn’t care if he’s getting mixed signals. He shouldn’t be excited about the prospect of Patrick liking him. He’s his teacher. And Patrick will be staying with him for two weeks. He can’t do anything. Patrick has no where to go, if he acts on one of the signals then Patrick will be stuck. Might feel pressured into doing things.
Pete can’t do that to him. He cares too much about him, loves him even. He stops short as his hand is reaching for the phone.
Love.
‘Fuck. I’m in love with my friend. My best friend. My best friend who is my student. This is so fucked up.’ Pete’s thoughts are swirling. The words ‘love’ and ‘so so wrong’ featuring prominently. He exhales and forces himself to not think about it. He grabs the phone, orders the food and searches for dessert (steadfastly ignoring the voice that whispers ‘I’m sure Patrick would make a great dessert’).
“Pete! Back to the future?”
“You better believe it.” Pete plasters a smile on his face and prepares himself for some serious repression.
Won’t you promise me tonight ?
Halfway through the second film, Patrick starts to fall asleep leaning heavily on Pete, who’s debating whether they should move or not. On the one hand, Patrick looks very comfortable. On the other, if Pete doesn’t move him, then he knows he will end up doing something that he will regret.
He ends up nudging gently at Patrick’s side, who slowly stirs, pressing closer to Pete as he stretches out like a cat and mumbling incoherently. “Patrick. You should go to bed, you’ve got school tomorrow.” Pete cringes, because, seriously. That makes him sound like a dad. “I don’ wanna. You’re comfy.” He closes his eyes and breathes out slowly. Opens them in relief when Patrick sits up straight again. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Patrick is looking at his lap, fidgeting with the legs of his sweatpants. Before Pete can stop himself, he slips his fingers under Patrick’s chin and tilts until he can look into Patrick’s eyes. “You can talk to me about anything. Alright? I mean anything.” Patrick nods, and Pete slips his fingers down and around Patrick’s neck, brushing at the fine hairs at the nape of the pale neck.
“I thought that you would be the best person to talk to this about. I mean, you’re the least likely to hate me.”
“I could never hate you.” Patrick smiles Pete’s special smile. The one that seems to say, ‘you are an idiot, I know, but it’s nice to hear you say it anyway.’
“I think I’m gay.”
Pete chokes on air.
Several minutes later Pete can actually talk again. “What...Uh. What makes you say that?” Patrick blushes and mumbles something into his chin. Pete repeats his earlier action, bringing Patrick’s head up so he can look him in the eyes. “Repeat that?”
“I’ve been having dreams. Like the kind I used to have about Anna. But, you know, with guys in them.” Patrick trail off, looking at Pete with an expression that screams ‘please don’t hate me’. Pete rests his forehead against Patrick’s, eyes closed trying to tamp down all the images that are flying around his brain.
“But I figured that that doesn’t prove I’m gay right? I haven’t ever done anything with a guy. It could be a phase? How did you know you were gay?”
Pete groans low in his throat, pulling away from Patrick before he helps ‘prove’ to Patrick one way or the other. “Well, first off I’m bi. We’ve talked about my failure with girls enough times for you to know that.” That draws a slight smile from Patrick. “And I had dreams like yours.” And that’s how Pete did find out he was bi, but he desperately wants to add something onto it. He has an internal battle before blurting it out. “And I kissed a guy. When I figured out I liked it as much as I liked kissing girls, I figured I was bi.” Patrick bites his lip and leans slightly closer. “So. What you’re saying is, to find out if I’m actually bi or not, I’m going to have to kiss a guy?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know any gay or bi guys. Well. Except for you, and that wouldn’t be proper would it?” Even as he speaks, he moves closer and closer.
Pete can feel Patrick’s breath on his lips. “It really wouldn’t.”
Patrick is so close he can almost taste him.
Suddenly Patrick lifts his palm to cup Pete’s face, thumb swiping across the skin.
“But then, how am I meant to find out if I’m bi or not?”
There’s a small voice in the back of Pete’s mind that is screaming at him to not do this. This is his best friend, his student.
It’s so wrong.
He closes the gap.
Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/patrickxpeter/1157589.html#cutid1
Part 2: http://community.livejournal.com/patrickxpeter/1157702.html