Looking up (part 4/?)
Title: Looking Up (part 4/?)
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 swear these chapters are getting shorter....
some patrick's pov to mix it up a little.)
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream
They sit still with their lips pressed together for several minutes. Slowly they pull apart, Pete keeps his eyes closed, not wanting to come back to reality just yet.
“Well, I think I’m defiantly bi.” Pete opens his eyes to find Patrick’s face still centimeters away from his.
“And I’m defiantly still bi.” Patrick lets out a small laugh, leaning close to place a small kiss on the corner of Pete’s mouth.
“This is going to be a lot to ask of you. I was wondering. If maybe I could stay in your room tonight?”
And Pete knows he should say no. That much is obvious. But he’s still reeling from the two kisses, however small they might have been.
Maybe tomorrow when he wakes up, he’ll have regained his mind, which has slipped out somewhere after Patrick uttered the words “But then, how am I meant to find out if I’m bi or not?” and before he closed the gap between them.
“Yeah. Yeah come on.” He stands up and grips Patrick’s hand, lacing their fingers together.
They make their way upstairs and the whole way Pete can feel his heart beating faster, anticipation building.
He knows that nothing will happen.
Knows that he cannot let any thing happen.
But his body doesn’t seem to understand that, is getting excited for something that will not, cannot happen.
When they get to his room Pete heads to the bathroom to allow Patrick to get changed in peace. (And to stop himself from jumping him).
When he emerges from the bathroom clad in sweats and a t-shirt, he usually only wears boxers, but he doesn’t think he would be able to stop himself if there were so few layers between the two of them. he has to stop and lean against the doorway to catch his breath. Patrick is already in bed, sheets pooled around his waist as he looks through one of the many books Pete has piled on his nightstand. He lets out an involuntary noise which causes Patrick to look up and smile. He forces himself to regain his composer and pushes off from the doorway, “That’s a good book. You can borrow it if you like.” Pete mentally pats himself on the back, proud that the want is so well hidden.
“Yeah. Maybe I will. Hey, you want the left or right side?” Pete pauses in his task of putting his worn clothes in the laundry basket, breath catching, throat working madly to get rid of the lump that’s formed there.
His heart clenches with how much he wants this. Wants Patrick. And most importantly how very wrong it is. He needs to decide what he wants more. Patrick anyway he can have him.
Or his own sanity.
He takes a deep breath. “Patrick.” He makes the mistake of looking over at him. The head tilted to the side. The confused frown. Pete loves everything about him and knows that he simply cannot give him up. His throat feels like its closing, but he manages to choke out, “I’ll take the left.”
Patrick smiles.
He’s already lying on the right hand side.
We’ll dig a deep hole
Patrick wakes to the feeling of someone’s arm wrapped tightly around his middle, and another clutching the material just above his heart.
It feels...nice.
It feels more than nice. He feels safe. Wanted. Loved. The exact opposite of how he felt when he was with Anna. He closes his eyes and turns around so he’s face to face with the person who is holding him so tightly. He quirks his lips when he comes face to face with a sleeping Pete. He drapes his arm across the sleeping man’s middle and presses his face into his neck breathing the comfortable Pete smell.
He thinks back to how he has changed since he first met Pete. He used to be shy, and a bit of a geek, and still is both of those things, but there is something about Pete that just makes him want to come out of his shell, let someone know him.
A few years ago he would never have kissed a guy, let alone his best friend and his teacher. He wouldn’t have thought that it was possible for an older, much cooler guy to even like him in that way. Never would have thought he would like an older, much cooler guy like that.
Pete shifts next to him, stretching and tightening his grip on Patrick slightly. Patrick smiles and cannot resist pressing a kiss to Pete’s neck. He wants to kiss him properly. Not just a closed mouth, dry press, but a proper kiss. He tilts his face up and his lips collide with Pete’s. This time he tentatively licks at Pete’s mouth and presses his tongue in when Pete opens up. For a few blissful minutes they lie still and kiss, tongues sliding against each others.
They jump apart when Pete’s alarm goes off, blaring loudly next to their heads. “We should get up, school and what not...” Pete’s voice gets quieter towards the end of his sentence.
“Fuck!” Patrick jumps at Pete’s sudden explicative.
“Pete, what the hell?” Pete jumps out of bed and starts pacing, periodically tugging at his hair and swiping at his face.
“We can’t. We fucking can’t. I’m your teacher. Your fucking teacher! Your supposed to be able to trust me, and I’m taking advantage. This cannot happen again. In fact I think it would be best that while you stay here we mostly keep to our own bedrooms.” He turns to look at Patrick.
“Fine. Yeah. You’re right. It won’t happen again.” He goes to leave the room, planning on getting ready for school, but when he reaches the door, he stops and turns to look at Pete. You know, you weren’t taking advantage of me. I wanted it too. But I meant it, it really won’t happen again.” He closes the door behind him and pretends he doesn’t hear Pete start throwing things in anger.
Pretends he doesn’t hear the sobs, and pretends that he isn’t crying himself.
Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/patrickxpeter/1157589.html#cutid1
Part 2: http://community.livejournal.com/patrickxpeter/1157702.html
Part 3: http://community.livejournal.com/patrickxpeter/1158391.html#cutid1
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 swear these chapters are getting shorter....
some patrick's pov to mix it up a little.)
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream
They sit still with their lips pressed together for several minutes. Slowly they pull apart, Pete keeps his eyes closed, not wanting to come back to reality just yet.
“Well, I think I’m defiantly bi.” Pete opens his eyes to find Patrick’s face still centimeters away from his.
“And I’m defiantly still bi.” Patrick lets out a small laugh, leaning close to place a small kiss on the corner of Pete’s mouth.
“This is going to be a lot to ask of you. I was wondering. If maybe I could stay in your room tonight?”
And Pete knows he should say no. That much is obvious. But he’s still reeling from the two kisses, however small they might have been.
Maybe tomorrow when he wakes up, he’ll have regained his mind, which has slipped out somewhere after Patrick uttered the words “But then, how am I meant to find out if I’m bi or not?” and before he closed the gap between them.
“Yeah. Yeah come on.” He stands up and grips Patrick’s hand, lacing their fingers together.
They make their way upstairs and the whole way Pete can feel his heart beating faster, anticipation building.
He knows that nothing will happen.
Knows that he cannot let any thing happen.
But his body doesn’t seem to understand that, is getting excited for something that will not, cannot happen.
When they get to his room Pete heads to the bathroom to allow Patrick to get changed in peace. (And to stop himself from jumping him).
When he emerges from the bathroom clad in sweats and a t-shirt, he usually only wears boxers, but he doesn’t think he would be able to stop himself if there were so few layers between the two of them. he has to stop and lean against the doorway to catch his breath. Patrick is already in bed, sheets pooled around his waist as he looks through one of the many books Pete has piled on his nightstand. He lets out an involuntary noise which causes Patrick to look up and smile. He forces himself to regain his composer and pushes off from the doorway, “That’s a good book. You can borrow it if you like.” Pete mentally pats himself on the back, proud that the want is so well hidden.
“Yeah. Maybe I will. Hey, you want the left or right side?” Pete pauses in his task of putting his worn clothes in the laundry basket, breath catching, throat working madly to get rid of the lump that’s formed there.
His heart clenches with how much he wants this. Wants Patrick. And most importantly how very wrong it is. He needs to decide what he wants more. Patrick anyway he can have him.
Or his own sanity.
He takes a deep breath. “Patrick.” He makes the mistake of looking over at him. The head tilted to the side. The confused frown. Pete loves everything about him and knows that he simply cannot give him up. His throat feels like its closing, but he manages to choke out, “I’ll take the left.”
Patrick smiles.
He’s already lying on the right hand side.
We’ll dig a deep hole
Patrick wakes to the feeling of someone’s arm wrapped tightly around his middle, and another clutching the material just above his heart.
It feels...nice.
It feels more than nice. He feels safe. Wanted. Loved. The exact opposite of how he felt when he was with Anna. He closes his eyes and turns around so he’s face to face with the person who is holding him so tightly. He quirks his lips when he comes face to face with a sleeping Pete. He drapes his arm across the sleeping man’s middle and presses his face into his neck breathing the comfortable Pete smell.
He thinks back to how he has changed since he first met Pete. He used to be shy, and a bit of a geek, and still is both of those things, but there is something about Pete that just makes him want to come out of his shell, let someone know him.
A few years ago he would never have kissed a guy, let alone his best friend and his teacher. He wouldn’t have thought that it was possible for an older, much cooler guy to even like him in that way. Never would have thought he would like an older, much cooler guy like that.
Pete shifts next to him, stretching and tightening his grip on Patrick slightly. Patrick smiles and cannot resist pressing a kiss to Pete’s neck. He wants to kiss him properly. Not just a closed mouth, dry press, but a proper kiss. He tilts his face up and his lips collide with Pete’s. This time he tentatively licks at Pete’s mouth and presses his tongue in when Pete opens up. For a few blissful minutes they lie still and kiss, tongues sliding against each others.
They jump apart when Pete’s alarm goes off, blaring loudly next to their heads. “We should get up, school and what not...” Pete’s voice gets quieter towards the end of his sentence.
“Fuck!” Patrick jumps at Pete’s sudden explicative.
“Pete, what the hell?” Pete jumps out of bed and starts pacing, periodically tugging at his hair and swiping at his face.
“We can’t. We fucking can’t. I’m your teacher. Your fucking teacher! Your supposed to be able to trust me, and I’m taking advantage. This cannot happen again. In fact I think it would be best that while you stay here we mostly keep to our own bedrooms.” He turns to look at Patrick.
“Fine. Yeah. You’re right. It won’t happen again.” He goes to leave the room, planning on getting ready for school, but when he reaches the door, he stops and turns to look at Pete. You know, you weren’t taking advantage of me. I wanted it too. But I meant it, it really won’t happen again.” He closes the door behind him and pretends he doesn’t hear Pete start throwing things in anger.
Pretends he doesn’t hear the sobs, and pretends that he isn’t crying himself.
Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/patrickxpeter/1157589.html#cutid1
Part 2: http://community.livejournal.com/patrickxpeter/1157702.html
Part 3: http://community.livejournal.com/patrickxpeter/1158391.html#cutid1