Oh Those Eyes, Oh Those Lips, Oh That Smile (a Peterick FanFic)

His lips

(Pete's POV)

Patrick kissed me.  I was shocked. Him, of all people, went in for a kiss first. I pushed back into him, happy I was finally with him. Happy there was no more gap between our lips.

Patrick's head lay on my neck and we laid there for a while. I kept stoking his hair, running through every strand.

He likes me.

My phone buzzed and my mother's face popped on the screen. Shit. I answered it.

"Peter where the fuck are you?"

"I'm at a friends."

"Get your ass home now!" She seemed angry. Probably drunk. I looked down at patrick and he looked back.

"Um, you can stay.... If you like." He said still holding my gaze.

"Um, mom I'm gonna stay here tonight."

"Alright then. Be home by 5, we have company." Whenever she's drunk she gets bipolar. Its weird.

"I can just, um crash on the couch." I offered not knowing where to sleep.

"No, you can share my bed. I promise I won't bite, hard." Patrick sounded more confident then ever.

This boy is weird. But weird isn't bad.

"Alright" I said, following patrick up the stairs. He held my hand as we entered the small room. I turned him around to face me and smacked my lips into his, holding his face. I just wanted to be as close as I could be. He pushed back and grabbed my waist, eager as well. I moved forward and backed him into the wall, not hard, but gently. His lips felt like sugar. We were pushed up against the wall when I suddenly remembered, his parents.

I pulled apart.

"What's wrong Pete?" He asked concerned.

"Your parents, what if they walk in?" I ask. I don't want them telling my parents and then going through the whole 'emo fag' thing again.

"Pete, I live alone. I moved out." He answers. He clearly hasn't told anyone about it. I turn back to face him and feircly kiss him once again. This time, he moves forward until I plop onto the bed.

Oh god he's perfect

We continue to make out on the bed, patrick on top, and me under him.

Is this going to fast?