Forever in a Bottle
'cause i had a little bit of bad luck.
Patrick was sleeping in the hotel bed when Pete came in, smelling like tears and failure. He washed the smell of bitter cologne off his skin before he crawled into the bed next to the sleeping boy. His fingers traced across Patrick's shoulder blades under the thin shirt he was wearing. "When you leave me you're going to smile so much more. And I will, too." Pete murmured, his lips pressing against the back of the younger boy's neck.
"Pete?" Patrick asked, voice cracking, rolling over, blinking up at the other boy. "Missed you," he breathed, pressing his face into Pete's chest.
"Always missing you," Pete returned, his fingers stroking the boy's soft hair.
"Sometimes I wish we could stay here forever," Patrick admitted in a whisper, his fingers tangling in Pete's shirt. "You know? Just like this."
Pete nodded, his breath hitching in his throat. "I wish I could give you forever in a bottle."
Patrick smiled into Pete's shirt. It didn't matter why the other boy was late. All that mattered were these perfect captured moments. It was worth it.
"Pete?" Patrick asked, voice cracking, rolling over, blinking up at the other boy. "Missed you," he breathed, pressing his face into Pete's chest.
"Always missing you," Pete returned, his fingers stroking the boy's soft hair.
"Sometimes I wish we could stay here forever," Patrick admitted in a whisper, his fingers tangling in Pete's shirt. "You know? Just like this."
Pete nodded, his breath hitching in his throat. "I wish I could give you forever in a bottle."
Patrick smiled into Pete's shirt. It didn't matter why the other boy was late. All that mattered were these perfect captured moments. It was worth it.