~peterick oneshots~

going through my "finish" folder here you go

I really couldn't find a good way to end this huh
-either way, I think the ending is pretty cute-

"ow," patrick mumbled, moving his arms as slowly as he could without causing more pain.

"'trick, you alright?" pete asks, face full of concern as he watches his boyfriend sit once again.

patrick nods, not wanting pete to have to worry anymore about him.

"how long have you been wearing your binder?"

patrick squirms in his spot, whining softly. "n-not too long..."

pete frowns, standing from his desk. "mr. boone, patrick needs to go fix something, and may need my help, could we go, please?" he asks, giving a pleading look to the old man who simply nods, asking that they don't be too long.

"pete, n-"

"come on."

the words were soft, but clearly a demand, letting patrick know that staying was not an option.

the small blonde simply stands from his seat, following pete to the bathroom.

luckily, patrick had gotten permission from the principal and school board for the use of the boy's bathroom, so there would be no problems- and pete would stop sneaking into the girl's bathroom to help patrick.

"pete, I'm okay, really." patrick insists as he was pushed into the big stall at the end of the row.

"did you sleep in it?"

only a strained sound came from patrick's throat as he sighs softly, staring down at his feet. "i-i couldn't take it off last night! I couldn't ask for help from anyone, they don't even know I have it!"

pete sighs, gently petting patrick's hair, keeping him close for a moment. "'trick, it's okay," he said softly, carefully pulling the boy back. "it's okay, but you need to take it off now. where is it hurting?"

"my sides here," patrick mumbles, showing pete, hissing softly as the fabric moved with him, stinging the skin beneath. "a-and the middle of my chest."

pete nods some. "here, I'll help you take it off, and I'll give you my hoodie. no one will know."

patrick hesitates for a moment before removing his shirt so pete could help to take of the binder.

it took a moment and a little more effort either of them had expected, but they got it off, patrick's arms flying to cover his chest, eyes filling with tears as the weight had suddenly disappeared, whimpering softly.

"put your shirt back on, hon." pete said softly, turning away so patrick could do so, while removing his hoodie for the small boy.

soon enough, patrick was swallowed in pete's giant hoodie, feeling slightly less pained.

"we'll put this in my locker, okay? just remind me to get it when we go."

patrick nods, keeping his arms close to his chest.

"it's okay, 'trick." pete says softly, kissing the boy's head. "let's get back to class."

patrick nodded, following pete out of the bathroom and eventually back to class.
~~~

"baby?" pete asks, taking patrick's hand as the final bell rings. "you feel any better?"

patrick nods, offering a small smile to pete as they go to their lockers. "yeah! and your hoodie is really comfy. it's helping a lot just in general..."

"that's good, honey." pete says, squeezing his hand before going to his locker to gather his things.

their things stuffed in their backpacks, and hands held tight, they make their way to their bus.
~~~

"were you wanting to come over?" pete asks, patrick nodding happily in response. "good then." he says softly.

they talk and cuddle on the bus ride to pete's house, ignoring the occasional comments from ignorant assholes.
~~~

eventually the ride was over and patrick follows pete off the bus at their stop, walking the rest of the way to pete's house.
~~~

"what do ya want to do, baby boy?" pete asks, tossing his bag in the floor before plopping down on his bed, and opening his arms to patrick.

"hmmm," patrick hums, taking a seat in pete's lap, leaning back on his chest. "we caaaan cuddle and watch cartoons?" he suggests, a little smile.

pete nods in thought, smiling in return. "I think that is a -very- good idea." he said, pecking patrick lips before pulling patrick back on the bed, snuggling him close as he turns on the tv.

patrick smiles, giggling happily- wildly as pete starts kissing him all over and tickling him- rather than watching tv.

"stop!" patrick laughs. "stop it, petey!" he says, squirming under pete.

pete laughs too, tickling patrick, hands moving all over, smiling big as patrick squirms more.

"petey, stop it! seriously! I'm going to pee myself!"

"alright, alright," pete says, finally stopping. he gives patrick a soft, gentle kiss before pulling back with a smile.

"thank you," patrick says quietly, breathing right finally. "thank you."

"mhmm," pete hums, lightly patting patrick leg, gently rubbing it.

patrick smiles some, staying there with pete, snuggling and watching spongbob play on the screen.