Blue, Green, Aquamarine [one-shot]
Title: Blue, Green, Aquamarine
Author: [Bad username: therentmatrix ]
Rating: PG or PG-13
Pairing: pxp
POV: third
Summary: The most beautiful colors.
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, never happened, etc.
Author’s Notes: More drabble/one-shot prompt-ish things. This one, again, from Miranda.
Blue
The sky is dark, cloudy, angry. Patrick's mood is no better. He's found the loneliest corner possible backstage, and is defiantly not warming up.
"Stop sulking, 'Trick. It doesn't suit you."
Oh, Peter. You will pay for that, he thinks, sinking deeper into his chair and turning up the volume on his iPod.
Green
His heart is racing after they leave the venue and arrive at the hotel- a real hotel- where they will all be spending the night. He's anxious like nobody's business, and Pete notices him twitch as they ride the elevator up two levels.
Patrick leans back against the wall and Pete discreetly grabs his hand.
The second the door of their shared room is closed, Pete slams him against the wall and kisses him like they haven't done this in months.
Aquamarine
Patrick waits for their breathing to return to normal, and lets Pete curl up next to him and wrap their arms and legs together in one big messy tangle. His hands linger on Pete's skin, petting ever so gently which makes him giggle.
There's silence for a brief, sweet moment.
"Hey Patrick? Did you know your eyes change colors?"
Author: [Bad username: therentmatrix ]
Rating: PG or PG-13
Pairing: pxp
POV: third
Summary: The most beautiful colors.
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, never happened, etc.
Author’s Notes: More drabble/one-shot prompt-ish things. This one, again, from Miranda.
Blue
The sky is dark, cloudy, angry. Patrick's mood is no better. He's found the loneliest corner possible backstage, and is defiantly not warming up.
"Stop sulking, 'Trick. It doesn't suit you."
Oh, Peter. You will pay for that, he thinks, sinking deeper into his chair and turning up the volume on his iPod.
Green
His heart is racing after they leave the venue and arrive at the hotel- a real hotel- where they will all be spending the night. He's anxious like nobody's business, and Pete notices him twitch as they ride the elevator up two levels.
Patrick leans back against the wall and Pete discreetly grabs his hand.
The second the door of their shared room is closed, Pete slams him against the wall and kisses him like they haven't done this in months.
Aquamarine
Patrick waits for their breathing to return to normal, and lets Pete curl up next to him and wrap their arms and legs together in one big messy tangle. His hands linger on Pete's skin, petting ever so gently which makes him giggle.
There's silence for a brief, sweet moment.
"Hey Patrick? Did you know your eyes change colors?"