Looking Up (part 5/?)
Title: Looking Up (part 5/?)
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: I’m not good at these, but possibly G, maybe PG-13 for some swears
But I can't let go of what's in front of me here
At school, it practically kills Pete to have to pretend that nothing happened. He wants to kiss Patrick again and again. But for once he has to be the responsible one. He cannot slip up again; he cannot allow Patrick to do something like that. He’s young and doesn’t fully understand the consequences of his actions.
And he hates that that makes him sound like Patrick’s parents and the fucking principle, because he knows deep down that Patrick knows exactly what he is doing. He wouldn’t have kissed Pete that morning if he wasn’t sure.
But Pete is supposed to stop this kind of behaviour. Hell, when their ‘relationship’ was revealed they were supposed to stop having any type of contact with each other, but if anything, they’re texting and phone calls increased in frequency.
During Pete’s free period, he’s determined to find Patrick, and hash it all out. He knows it could wait until they get home ‘My house’ Pete thinks to himself viciously. ‘Not home, my fucking house.’ But he’s pretty sure if he had to wait even a few more hours he would chicken out, completely forget what it was he intended to say. And there is always the possibility (the fucking huge possibility) that if they are alone, as in, absolutely no-one else around except for them, then his resolve will weaken, and he’ll kiss him again. And this time, he won’t stop. Fuck his morals, one more kiss, and that is it for him.
He heads to the spot where Patrick always hangs out with his friends (his brain supplies the ‘when he’s not with you’ automatically). He rounds the corner and freezes. Sitting there in Patrick’s lap, practically eating his fucking face off is Brendon motherfucking Urie. “Patrick! A word?” He feels a strange burst of elation when Brendon jumps off Patrick and looks guilty. ‘So he fucking should. Patrick is fucking mine.’ He tries to tamp that though down urgently, but he can’t control the glare he shoots at Brendon as he walks off, Patrick in-front of him. He feels vaguely guilty when he sees the upset look that Brendon gives him. He’s not a bad kid, quite good at English, funny as hell. But all of that is null based on the fact that he was kissing his Patrick.
He starts to direct Patrick to his classroom, but changes his mind halfway there, instead taking him to his office, thinking about the fact that they will need privacy for this conversation.
Once the door is shut (and locked) Pete takes the time to look over Patrick, noting the swollen lips, and the flushed skin, and is that? He steps forward and brushes a finger across the junction between Patrick’s shoulder and neck, swallowing thickly. “Did he...?” Patrick blushes and nods, leaning into Pete’s touch.
Pete steps back, forcing himself to drop his hand. “I wanted to talk to you about us. I was going to tell you that we should try and avoid any situations were something like this morning could happen again, and how. Fuck. I had a whole speech planned out I promise. But now? Now all I can think of is the fact that you are mine.” Patrick lets out a small noise that goes straight to Pete’s dick. He moves forward without thinking about it, crowding Patrick against the desk (and god, if that doesn’t do things to Pete.) “You’re mine Patrick. Not fucking Anna’s and not Brendon motherfucking Urie’s but mine”. Patrick arches up against Pete, looking up at him through his eye-lashes. “Yours.” And his voice sounds raw, and Pete can’t stop himself, who would be able to stop themselves? He presses his mouth against Patrick’s open one, tongue slipping in.
He kisses him desperately, lifting him up so he’s sitting on the desk and settling between his legs. They separate after a while and Pete rests his forehead against Patrick’s. “You don’t get to freak out on me again, you got that?” Patrick rests his hand lightly on Pete’s neck thumb stroking at his jaw line. “You got it. But you don’t get to go making out with Brendon motherfucking Urie again, you got that?”
“You know Gabe’s been giving me the eye...” Pete pinches his side. “Oww. God, fine. But umm, I kind of arranged to go on a date with Bren, I can’t back out now without telling him why.”
“Fine, as long as you come home to me, I think I can deal. But god, I do wish you could just tell him why.”
“So do I Pete.”
They share one last kiss before Patrick has to go to class, once he’s gone Pete sits down and let’s himself relish in the glow of a new relationship before it hits him that he’s in a relationship with his student.
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
Part 4: http://community.livejournal.com/patrickxpeter/1158561.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: I’m not good at these, but possibly G, maybe PG-13 for some swears
But I can't let go of what's in front of me here
At school, it practically kills Pete to have to pretend that nothing happened. He wants to kiss Patrick again and again. But for once he has to be the responsible one. He cannot slip up again; he cannot allow Patrick to do something like that. He’s young and doesn’t fully understand the consequences of his actions.
And he hates that that makes him sound like Patrick’s parents and the fucking principle, because he knows deep down that Patrick knows exactly what he is doing. He wouldn’t have kissed Pete that morning if he wasn’t sure.
But Pete is supposed to stop this kind of behaviour. Hell, when their ‘relationship’ was revealed they were supposed to stop having any type of contact with each other, but if anything, they’re texting and phone calls increased in frequency.
During Pete’s free period, he’s determined to find Patrick, and hash it all out. He knows it could wait until they get home ‘My house’ Pete thinks to himself viciously. ‘Not home, my fucking house.’ But he’s pretty sure if he had to wait even a few more hours he would chicken out, completely forget what it was he intended to say. And there is always the possibility (the fucking huge possibility) that if they are alone, as in, absolutely no-one else around except for them, then his resolve will weaken, and he’ll kiss him again. And this time, he won’t stop. Fuck his morals, one more kiss, and that is it for him.
He heads to the spot where Patrick always hangs out with his friends (his brain supplies the ‘when he’s not with you’ automatically). He rounds the corner and freezes. Sitting there in Patrick’s lap, practically eating his fucking face off is Brendon motherfucking Urie. “Patrick! A word?” He feels a strange burst of elation when Brendon jumps off Patrick and looks guilty. ‘So he fucking should. Patrick is fucking mine.’ He tries to tamp that though down urgently, but he can’t control the glare he shoots at Brendon as he walks off, Patrick in-front of him. He feels vaguely guilty when he sees the upset look that Brendon gives him. He’s not a bad kid, quite good at English, funny as hell. But all of that is null based on the fact that he was kissing his Patrick.
He starts to direct Patrick to his classroom, but changes his mind halfway there, instead taking him to his office, thinking about the fact that they will need privacy for this conversation.
Once the door is shut (and locked) Pete takes the time to look over Patrick, noting the swollen lips, and the flushed skin, and is that? He steps forward and brushes a finger across the junction between Patrick’s shoulder and neck, swallowing thickly. “Did he...?” Patrick blushes and nods, leaning into Pete’s touch.
Pete steps back, forcing himself to drop his hand. “I wanted to talk to you about us. I was going to tell you that we should try and avoid any situations were something like this morning could happen again, and how. Fuck. I had a whole speech planned out I promise. But now? Now all I can think of is the fact that you are mine.” Patrick lets out a small noise that goes straight to Pete’s dick. He moves forward without thinking about it, crowding Patrick against the desk (and god, if that doesn’t do things to Pete.) “You’re mine Patrick. Not fucking Anna’s and not Brendon motherfucking Urie’s but mine”. Patrick arches up against Pete, looking up at him through his eye-lashes. “Yours.” And his voice sounds raw, and Pete can’t stop himself, who would be able to stop themselves? He presses his mouth against Patrick’s open one, tongue slipping in.
He kisses him desperately, lifting him up so he’s sitting on the desk and settling between his legs. They separate after a while and Pete rests his forehead against Patrick’s. “You don’t get to freak out on me again, you got that?” Patrick rests his hand lightly on Pete’s neck thumb stroking at his jaw line. “You got it. But you don’t get to go making out with Brendon motherfucking Urie again, you got that?”
“You know Gabe’s been giving me the eye...” Pete pinches his side. “Oww. God, fine. But umm, I kind of arranged to go on a date with Bren, I can’t back out now without telling him why.”
“Fine, as long as you come home to me, I think I can deal. But god, I do wish you could just tell him why.”
“So do I Pete.”
They share one last kiss before Patrick has to go to class, once he’s gone Pete sits down and let’s himself relish in the glow of a new relationship before it hits him that he’s in a relationship with his student.
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
Part 4: http://community.livejournal.com/patrickxpeter/1158561.html