Wake Up, Get Paid, Get Laid, Gatorade

Camp

   "Otp is camp councilors that sneak away from the kids to make out" Peterick AU. This was so adorable actually murder me it's so cuuuuute AGH.

   Pete," Patrick whispered, gently poking him in the side "wake up."

Pete hummed sleepily and squinted up at Patrick, first curious as to why he wanted to wake him up so late, or early, when they had morning duty the next day. When the way Patrick's tongue swiped over his lips cued Pete's understanding, he immediately showed much more interest.

"What?" Pete mumbled, groggy and tired, as if he didn't know what Patrick wanted. He just wanted to see the gentle whisper, the way his soft cheeks would flush pink, his shy little smile.

"You know what." Patrick whispered sharply, pulling Pete out of his bottom bunk and on to the lukewarm wood floor. It was almost too dark to see, but Pete saw Patrick's face go a shade darker.

"No, sorry, I really don't." but he did, because now he was standing and almost fully awake, firmly holding his waist as if he'd float away like a balloon if he didn't.

"Idiot." Patrick mumbled, but in the few rays of moonlight peeking through the cabin window Pete could see a smile ghost his lips.

   Patrick leaned up on his toes and pressed a feather light kiss to Pete's cheek, carefully padding over to the cabin door and opening it carefully as to not have it creak and wake someone up. He was still in his Batman pajamas, and Pete couldn't really stand how cute that was.

   When the door was finally open, Pete followed Patrick into the cool night air and watched the way the moonlight perfectly silhouetted his figure. His lips were pink and soft, and after weeks of watching preteens run around aimlessly being stupid, they hadn't had time for any of the good stuff. Pete had to keep reminding himself that this was a camp for kids and it would be wrong to violate him in a frequented area.

   They walked a little further and there was the lounge, the place where everyone went when it got cold at night, a cozy area with couches and a fireplace.

   Patrick giggled as he opened the door, because he realized what a comical situation it was, two camp counselors sneaking away at night to make out in the lounge. Quickly though, that thought was extinguished by his anticipation to get to the making out part, because Pete was a warm sleeper and Patrick craved the taste of his lips.

   The door shut with a soft click behind them and once again they were in only dim moonlight.

"You're so soft." Pete mumbled sleepily, one hand cradling Patrick's cheek as he leaned into the touch.

"Can you please just kiss me already?"

Pete leaned closer, breath warm on Patrick's lips "Since you asked so nicely."

And Pete forgot what an insane experience it was to kiss Patrick, especially since he knew all the right buttons to push, and his lips were soft and gentle underneath his. It tasted something like vanilla, a sudle sweetness unique to his lips, Pete swiping his tongue over the plump bottom lip to taste it again. Patrick hummed appreciatively, vibrations causing their tongues and noses to buzz pleasantly.

   Patrick opened his mouth without any prompting, an invitation to let Pete in, so he did just that. His tongue swirled around and he felt Patrick's tense shoulders drop, his body going limp in his arms as he melted. It was so wonderful, just taking the weight of the world off his shoulders, brushing away the world's problems and just kissing him. Pete would never get over that, that he was worthy of kissing such a wonderful person, not to mention such a wonderful kisser.