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If you are going to request this is what you need to know. First, I will not support any other requests that are not PatHen and Henry x Pennywise. Second, I will not take requests that include the ship having scat kink or pedo shit. Third, I will allow gore, piss kinks, and many other things. Forth, Only request on this page. (You don't have to request)
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Every oneshot will be from 1000-4000+ words. These oneshots book will be long, I'm thinking of 50+ chapters but I just have to wait and see. Skits will be 200-4000+ words. For the future (Henry) He looks like his younger self just a bit older. There will be Henry x Pennywise chapters. (More info will be added)

Please enjoy the oneshots

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Henry sat at the Quarry next to Patrick. Patrick was only there to comfort Henry and Henry knew this but it still felt like Patrick cared. Henry felt something when he is with Patrick, it was something that bubbles his stomach and made him want to be touched by him in places only a Faggot would want. Henry would never admit to being gay but these feelings showed how much of a fag he really is, and right know was the only way he would be able to tell Patrick how he feels around him. It was so hard to keep back these feeling from sprouting out of him but finally he will have what he wants and needs.
"Patrick." Henry said. Patrick looked over to him, "Yeah?" He said back. Henry looked over to Patrick and met eyes.

"I feel something when I'm around you. It sounds stupid but the feelings that I have around you cant be held in anymore." Henry said lowly. Patrick looked away and sat calm, "What do you want me to do about?" He said. Henry looked away and blushed lightly.
"I want you to touch me." Henry said. Patrick looked surprised and looked at Henry before calming his face. "Touch you?" Patrick teased pretending not to know. Henry blushed a bit harder.

"Yes! Please..." Henry yelled lightly getting impatient. Patrick smiled. "Come here, on my lap." He said. Henry quickly moved himself so he was facing Patrick on his lap, Patrick softly smiled before putting his hands on Henry's thighs. Henry's leg twitch as the sudden feeling of warm hands on him. Patrick then put his hands on Henry's waist and moved his head to Henry's neck as he started to kiss on it. Henry let out a sigh an a groan, Patrick then moved his hand from his waist and moved them up and under Henry's shirt.

"Mmh...~" Henry moaned and pulled himself closer to Patrick. Patrick started to run cycles on Henry's sides as he started to create hickeys, Henry pulled himself fully up against Patrick's chest and held the back of his shirt. Patrick then pulled off his neck before moving his hands up higher and placed his finger on Henry's perked nipples. Henry sighed softly as he started to get a raging boner in his boxers that made a dent in his pants, Patrick noticed this and started to swirl his fingers around the nipple, tapping, flicking, pinching, and rubbing.

"Ah~ Please...~" Henry moaned as his body started to twitch and his breathing picked up. Patrick smiled at this side of Henry and pulled Henry's shirt up, Henry obeyed and pulled his arms up to let him take it off. Patrick set aside the shirt and started to kiss Henry's chest, licking and sucking on Henry's nipples as they turn pinky red. Henry panted and huffed at the feeling was all too great and felt like his whole body had been filled with sugar, Patrick lightly bit down onto the pink nipples and gave hickeys on his chest. Henry whined as his dick painfully twitched in his skinny jeans, Patrick caught onto this and started to unbuckle Henry's pants. He pulled them down to his knees to show his red and white boxers that had an indent of the boner, Patrick snickered.

"W-whats so funny." Henry said out of breath, Patrick shook his head. "Nothing, you just look so perfect." He said, Henry hummed a moan as praise got him to his least. Patrick smiled and started to rub the boner that leaked precum and dampened Henry's underwear.
"Ha- ha...~" Henry panted as he looked down at Patrick's movements, Patrick grinned his hand harder onto Henry's clothed boner. Henry moaned lightly and held onto Patrick's shirt, Patrick then pulled Henry's boxers down until his boner flung out and hit his own tummy. Henry started to breath in and out trying to calm his low high down, Patrick then shimmied down his pants and boxers until his penis was out. It was slightly hard but it wasn't as hard as Henry's, Patrick looked at Henry.

"Are you sure your not going to freak out. You seem really sensitive." Patrick asked, Henry nodded quickly not caring. Yeah he was sensitive but he wanted this... He needed this. Patrick looked back down at their penises and held Henry's and his with one hand before pushing them together, the tips touched together. Henry's precum mixed onto Patrick's tip.
Henry jolted as the sudden feeling, Henry pulled his arms away and started to watch the man to his work. Patrick then rubbed the tips together and mixed there precum together as Patrick's leaked out some, Henry moaned greatly and flinched forward making him grind his penis up. As he grinded his penis up Patrick's tip lined down his shaft making Patrick groan lightly and Henry's moan. Patrick then held both of the shafts close.

"Henry, your going to thrust forward, ok?" Patrick instructed. Henry nodded and moved his waist forward as his penis rubbed the others, he moaned and pushed again and again.

"Fuck, Henry. Keep going you got this, your doing amazing." Patrick praise as he moaned. Henry held onto Patrick's shoulders and moaned as he sped up, "Touch me Patrick, please touch me~!" Henry moaned as he begged, Patrick used his other hand to touch up Henry's thighs, sides, and his neck. Henry looked at Patrick with lightly closed eyes with tears that fell, the pleasure he got from just Patrick touching him was too much. Henry pulled himself in and kissed Patrick, Patrick kissed back. It was sloppy as Henry's pace started to crack from his legs twitching but finally, Henry felt it build up in his tip before letting out ribbons of cum with a whimpering moan. Henry pulled away and panted hard, Henry's cum was all over Patrick's hand and his shirt.

"Ha- ha~" He slurred, Patrick looked down at his penis as it was still hard. It twitched as the close high he would have felt cooled, Henry felt his high slowly cool before feeling the twitches of the other. Henry looked down and saw that Patrick was still hard as a brick, he then started to move. His legs ached as he thrusted forward with a whimper, Patrick lowly moaned as he grinded up. Henry then picked up the pace as he put his hands on Patrick's shoulders, Patrick then hardly thrusted up before letting the semen shoot out and onto Henry's shirt and his hand. Both of the boys sperm mixed together making a sticky mess.

"God, Henry~ You're going to kill me when you realize what we just did." Patrick said. Henry shrugged and pushed his lips to Patrick's, kissing him then pulling away. Patrick then removed his hand and started to lick up the semen, Henry looked in disgust. Patrick looked up at him.
"Want some?" Patrick asked, Henry shrugged and opened his mouth. Patrick put some in his mouth, Henry made a weird face. He didn't hate it nor did he love it. Henry pulled Patrick into a hug, Patrick hugged back and smiled.

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Henry and Patrick have always been close, ever since they were 12. As children who were never supervised, they could do whatever their tiny minds wanted to. One of them is knifes. Yes they knew what knifes were but there was something both the boys loved about them, the feeling, the way it spoke to them threw silent words that never spoke too loud. It gave them feelings that both the boys knew but truly didn't.

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"Hell, y'all are always so close." Victor said. Belch agreed, "For real."

"Shut up, we are not." Henry said sternly, Belch looked at them stupidly. "Are y'all like- fags?" Belch asked. Both Patrick and Henry looked at him with disgust and anger.
"Oh hell no- I'm not a fag." Henry offended. "Me neither, were just friends." Patrick said bluntly.

Victor rolled his eyes, "Whatever, I'm skipping school. Do y'all wanna come?" Victor asked. "I'm going, i don't wanna deal with the Losers again, They get boring to mess with." Belch said, Patrick shook his head. "I'm not going, I don't feel like it. And plus my parents will be mad if I don't get an A on my math test."
"Yeah, no. I'm not going, I wanna beat the Losers." Henry said. Victor rolled his eyes, "Whatever, if you change your mind we'll be at the Quarry."

Victor then started to walk to the bathroom as Belch followed. "Of course they pick the bathroom." Henry said, "What? You wanna make out with me in there?" Patrick slurred. Henry looked annoyed, "Shut the hell up." Patrick shrugged as the bell rang suddenly and the two boys groaned, the two walked into there math classroom as they both had math class. Patrick and Henry walked to their seats as they were both in the back and next to each other, they sat and waited for the dumb teacher but in the meantime. "Hey Henry, do you wanna go to the bathroom after this class." Patrick asked as he lent over so Henry could hear him. Henry looked at him with confusion, "Why should I?" He said. Patrick smiled, "I wanna try something." He said. Henry rolled his eyes, "Whatever, sure." He said. Patrick then pulled back and looked at the door.

Finally after about 10 minutes the teacher had finally came in, fortunately it had been a sub. Henry smiled crazy like as he was about to end this teachers career.
"Hello class, my name is Miss. Butt, does anyone have any questions." She said, Henry giggled and raised his hand. "How did you get your name?" He snickered. This is how it all started. Henry would make fun about every single last thing about the teacher, he would make fun of her name, her appearance, the way she spoke. Everything. After a while, Patrick joined in with him. He clearly threatened her by many of his gross and gory type things he did, as he mentioned his fridge slightly. The teacher looked like she was about to cry, Henry and Patrick were brutal. The class stayed silent the whole time, they were smart to not even try to fake a laugh.

"I'm done!" Miss. Butt said as she slammed down her books and walked out. Henry let out a loud snickered, Patrick followed with a low cackle. He then looked at some of the people that dared to look with in his view and gave his signature smirk, the kids looked in terror at the man before looking away from him. Patrick's smirk faded as he slowly moved his head to Henry. "So...?" He said slow. Henry shrugged as he laid back in his chair and his posture slumped, Patrick looked at Henry deep in the eyes.
"Come on, i have an idea. A small surprise for Miss. Butt." Patrick said, Henry smirked largely showing off his yellow and plaque covered teeth. Patrick then got up and walked over to the challenge as Henry followed behind him, Henry picked up some chalk and started to scribble on the board. Patrick smiled, messy and started to go ham on the board.
There was dust everywhere by the time they were done, they had used about 4 pieces of chalk each. The board was covered with calcium, carbon and oxygen. The white was intoxicating as the boys breathed in deep with low chuckles and wicked smiles. The board was filled with death threats from the range of 'kys' to gory things they would do to them, Miss. Butt.

"Good job, Henry!" Patrick smiled, Henry smiled back at him with negative eyes. "Yeah, yeah." He replied. Patrick was about to say something but suddenly the bell rang, everyone started to pack their things and leave for their next period. Henry dropped the chiseled down chalk and walked to his desk, Patrick followed like a dog as he got his shit too. Henry looked at Patrick with dumb eyes as he waited for Patrick to hurry, Patrick stuffed somethings into his bag before pulling the straps over his shoulders. Henry then let his eyes leave as he started to walk out the classroom, Patrick hurried to him before grabbing Henry's hand and running into the farthest bathroom from their last period. "Hey! Whore!" Henry swore from the sudden movement and hand placement. Patrick then pushed Henry into the bathroom as he quickly followed in.
"What is wrong with you!?" Henry asked loudly, Patrick rolled his eyes. "You said we can do my little surprise." Henry let out a sigh, remembering.

"What is it?" Henry said dry, Patrick smiled. "Do you have your knife with you?" He asked. Henry smirked, "Of course, I even have another I stole!" He boasted and bragged. Patrick smiled, "Good." Patrick quickly moved himself so Henry was against the wall. Patrick was ready to hold his wrists as he set his knees to Henry's to hold his legs down, Henry struggled to get out of his grip. "Hostetter! What the hell!" Henry grunted as he squirmed, Patrick didn't answer and put Henry's wrists into his left hand as he took his other hand to dig into Henry's pockets to pull out the two pocket knifes before pulling off of Henry quickly. Henry looked at Patrick in demise.
"Give me back my knifes." Henry said stern. Patrick put one into his pocket as he opened the other and walked to Henry, he backed up slowly as he wasn't ready to die like this. Patrick looked at Henry, crazed, as he finally got Henry to the wall. He put the knife to Henry's neck and pushed down to show he was daring to slit it at any second. Henry shuttered in fear that was covered by his shit eating face.

"I was thinking, how about me carve our names into each other's bodies." Patrick said, Henry gulped. If he said no he would be dead and if he said yes he would have to have Patrick tatted to him forever. "Fine." Henry said bluntly. Patrick yipped as he let the knife off of his neck. "Can I go first, please!" Patrick begged, Henry looked terrified but let it all go with a worried sigh. "Ok." Patrick cheered to himself before lowering down to Henry's stomach, he then tapped the blade on Henry's shirt. Henry rolled his eyes before pulling up his shirt, he looked at Patrick with a worried look. Patrick smiled in delight before looking confused, he had never given these bruises to Henry. Patrick put the knife back in his pocket with the other and let his hands trail to Henry's waist before pulling it closer to his face, he then put his mouth to the bruises and felt them to his tongue. Henry flinched and blushed lightly.

"Stop it Hostetter and just cut me already!" He said annoyed, Patrick pulled away and let go of Henry's waist. "Fine Henry, I just wanted to please you." He slurred. 
Henry blushed, he doesn't know why but there was this feeling when Patrick would hurt his heart in a sweet way. Yeah he knows that Patrick was being sarcastic and he just said it to annoy him but he loved it when Patrick would care about him or beat him. Beat him until he has bruises, not worse then how his old man does but close. The random red bloody marks he would get from Patrick when he got Patrick mad were amazing, it was sickening to his heart. It. Felt. Amazing.

Patrick pulled the blade out and opened it, he then put the knife to his stomach before pushing in. The blood plumped into a small droplet before rushing down as Patrick started to create and carve the line of P. Henry swore to himself as the pain set in, his eyes watered as his legs twitched randomly as for his abdomen. Patrick smiled lightly as he finished the P, he then moved the knife; dragging it slowly. He then started to carve the H. Henry's legs shattered, he was so weak. Henry let out a slow groan suddenly, the pain wasn't there anymore. Pleasure filled his body, Henry then let out a breathy moan right after. Patrick looked surprised and smirked, "Wow, your really liking this I hear." Patrick teased, never making eye contact but instead finishing his H. Henry cried soft moans of pleasure, he was out of breath. "I'm done!" Patrick said as he let the knife set on the end of the newly carved H. Henry complained in his head. Patrick way about to look up before seeing something he missed, "Wait, nevermind. I forgot something."
Henry made a victory sound in his head but let out a fake annoyed groan. Patrick rolled his eyes and put the knife right in between the P and the H, he then pushed in slightly deeper this time causing Henry to arch his back lightly and let out a loud moan. Patrick smirked insanely as he then started to carve out a period but it was quite big but fit the space. Henry breathed heavy and moaned, now Patrick was done.

"Ok, now I'm done." Patrick said. Henry sighed as he slumped his back more into the wall to slide onto the floor. "Holy fuck." Henry said breathless. Patrick giggled. Patrick looked over at Henry's body and drooled as he saw him actually sighed in his name. He was all his, all. His. Patrick quickly grew a boner that made a lump in his skinny jeans. Henry looked at Patrick hazy before seeing Patrick's bulge and getting a boner himself.

"Henry, you look so good right now. Sighed by me, my name on you looks so good. God, the things I wanna do to you right know." He said in a desperate matter. Henry blushed. "Shut up Patrick. You Faggot." Henry said. Patrick rolled his eyes with a smile.
"Says the one who moaned the whole time." Patrick teased. Henry put his head back and hit it on the wall causing him to let out a wince that sounded like a moan. Patrick blushed hard as his dick twitched.

"Henry, I wanna try something else." Patrick said as he looked down at Henry's carved large period.

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Henry laid his head on Patrick's lap. Patrick looked down at the blonde and started to pet his hair, pushing his nails in and under. Henry smiled as he looked at the sunset, Patrick gazed at Henry. Taking in his beauty as the orange glis of a setting ray of a sunset sat on his face making Henry look angelic, Patrick let go of his hair and let his back hand caress Henry's light up cheek letting his lightly trimmed nails lace over with.

Henry hummed as his eyes started to water, his eyes closed slightly as the tears formed in the boy's eyes. Henry sniffed and with that, the tears drooled down his cheeks as it came out like rivers. Patrick looked down and saw Henry crying, Patrick looked in a blank but concerned face.

"Henry, what is wrong?" Patrick asked as he cupped his cheek. Henry looked over; moving his head and looking him dead in his dark green-brown eyes. Henry smiled and pulled himself up; suddenly hugging Patrick. Patrick sighed and held onto Henry, hugging him back made his body warm and fuzzy. So did Henry's. Henry lets go and looks at Patrick.

"What you do to me. Why are you so nice? Why do you not act like my father?" Henry asked desperately. Patrick smiled lightly as his expression lowered and cool.

"It's because I care. I want to love you the way no one has ever, I want to be the one you only think or care about everyday. I want you to wake up and be so excited to meet me for the day." Patrick confessed, never saying a lie. Henry let out more crybaby tears, he smiled the best he could.

"I do, I do. I think about you everyday, everytime my dad beats me I know I can run to you. You are the only one I trust. I fucking hate you." Henry swore as he held onto Patrick tight. Patrick sighed happily as he held him lightly, Henry pulled his head away and pushed his lips to Patrick's. Patrick happily kissed him back lovingly, Henry then pulled away as the tears rushed down. Patrick raised his hand up to Henry's cheek and wiped the tears with his thumb before putting the wet after dew tears in his mouth, tasting the salty goodness.

"I'm obsessed with you." Patrick said as he looked Henry in the eyes. Henry looked back with his light blue eyes and nodded.

"You make my heart warm, like it's on fire." Henry said as he pulled Patrick into another hug. Patrick smirked.

"I said I was obsessed with you, not inlove Bowers."

"Huh...?"

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Henry sat at a table, eating as usual. He picked the food with his fingers and was about to shove some in his mouth before seeing something in the corner of his eye, he looked over to the window that showed soft light and saw a red balloon just floating there. Henry felt a rage boil in him, he didn't know why.

He stood up and looked at the balloon before speed walking to the window before jumping onto the railing of the window before ranting ransom words. The others that sat in the same lunch room looked over at Henry's act and ran to the window also; jumping and screaming.

The guards looked over and quickly jumped into action, they pulled the men away and even beat some of them. One of the cops ran to Henry and pulled him back as he fought back to get out of his hands, sadly the cop was too strong and dragged him into his hell cell.

"I'm disappointed." The random cop said as he locked the cell door.  Henry sighed and twitched, he looked at his window and looked disappointed. He looked back and forth before hearing a creak come from his bed, he quickly looked at the bed with confusion. He looked around the bed to find a rounded indent that seemed to be under the bed covered by his blanket, he slowly walked closer to the bed before quickly moving the blanket out the way to find a red balloon cramped under the bed.

Henry flinched hard as he stepped back, he then looked at the balloon with a less about a rage and more joy. He got on his hands and knees before plucking at the balloon, sadly it seemed the balloon was really, really stuck under it. He then wiggled it around to try to get it out easier.

A loud pop echoed in his room making Henry flinch and fall on his ass. A groan came from under the bed before starting to crawl at Henry, fastly. Henry pulled himself back until he was up against the wall and no where to go. The corpse then suddenly stopped and looked at him before taking out a silver pocket knife with a smile, he then pushed it up making it sling. He then turned the blade so Henry could safely take it with a gurgled groan.

Henry looked in disbelief before it hit him, that wasn't just some corpse.

"Hockstetter?" He asked before taking his lost knife into his hands. "My knife." Henry added on lowly. Henry looked back at the corpse that smiled at him making gurgling noises, Henry smiled lightly. Finally, after having the worst days with out him. Finally, after those days where he would want to kill himself just because he couldn't see Patrick. The corpse slowly pulls itself up onto it's knees.

"Hengry..." Patrick gurgled out of his water filled throat. Henry looked happily at Patrick.

"Yes, Patrick?" Henry said, excited to finally talk to him again. Dead or not, he was still his bestfriend? Or more? Whatever it was, he didn't care. Patrick slowly moved closer and put his decaying hand on Henry's cheek as if trying to caress it.

"Misssssss... Yoogn...." Patrick groaned. Henry blushed has he held the hand to his cheek.

"I have missed you too, I missed you so much." Henry said with a wide smile. Patrick tried to copy the smile before letting his body fall and collapse onto Henry. Henry opened his arms for Patrick and pulled him into a hug, he missed this. He really did, he missed everything about Patrick. Everything.

Patrick moved his head close to Henry's ear. "Kill yourself." He whispered lowly. Henry made a hum to say he didn't hear him, Patrick pulled away from him. Henry looked at Patrick in disbelief, he wasn't a corpse anymore. He looked like the Hockstetter he remembered.

"Kill, kill yourself. For me, Henry. I wanna be with you forever, I don't wanna leave you again" Patrick said, his voice sounded like himself too and not groans. Henry looked shocked, though he wanted to say yes, he needed something to convince him. He loved Patrick dearly but he needs to know if Patrick really does love him, Patrick smiled softly before smashing his lips into Henry's. Henry looked in surprise before pushing back into the kiss, Patrick then pulled back.

"Please, I love you. Float with me, forever." Patrick said as his flesh started to melt and partly show his corpse. Henry smiled as he picked up the blade, he put the blade to his shirt but hesitated. Patrick put his hands on the blade also and put it in position.

"I love you, Hockstetter." Henry swore.

"I love you too, Bowers." Patrick said.

Patrick pushed his lips into Henry's, Henry kissed back. Patrick and Henry then both pushed in, stabbing him. Henry winced into the kiss, Patrick smiled into the kiss as his corpse showed back. Patrick pulled the knife out and stabbed, again and again. Henry let himself go. He was inlove, he was obsessed. And finally he would have Patrick forever. Henry felt himself drift away, Patrick felt Henry's body limp. Patrick set Henry in his lap as Patrick went limp also.

Henry woke up in a sewer. He felt wet and cold, he got up and tried to shake himself off but he was still soggy after that.

"Henry." Henry looked behind him to see the corpse of Patrick. Henry smiled brightly and walked over to him and wrapped his arms around his maggot infested neck. "You look so pretty as a corpse." Patrick said. Henry was token back and looked as his hand, he was rotting. Henry smiled lightly.

"Thank you." Henry said back. Patrick then kissed the blondie, as so they both started to float up. Henry paid no attention and kissed back, he felt so happy. He was free and inlove.

They both rose up and into the floating colony of kids, they bother felt themself freeze in place. Together.

They floated, forever kissing.

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Patrick coressed Henry's sleep face. He smiled lightly before getting up and off his bed leaving Henry to his dreams. Patrick then opened his door slowly; slipping threw the small crack and closing it back. Patrick let out a sigh of relief before looking around his hall, he walked down before getting to his stairs. He continued to walk down to his connected living room and Kitchen, he swung his body into his kitchen and looked from cabinet to cabinet to find cereal.

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Henry woke up with a very uncomfortable stretch. He wasn't used to this type of bed which most definitely wasn't his bed… wait, not his bed. Henry sat up quickly and looked around not recognizing the room around him, he has been here before but he can't pin point it. Henry shook his head as he tried to get the room part out of his head and tried to think of what the hell happened. Henry shivered as he thought about what had happened, all he remembers is that they were at the Quarry and Henry finally got the urge to-

"Fuck." Henry thought, "I fucked our friendship all up, I confessed to him and now he must hate me." Henry pulled the blanket off of him as he saw he was wearing Hockstetter's clothes, he blushed lightly before pushing it aside and realizing he was in Patrick's room. He grumbled at the thought as he got out the bed, he looked over at the room's door. It wasn't closed all the way, he took this opportunity to sneak his way quickly. He looked left and right at the East and West hallway before choosing left and walking down.

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Patrick picked up his bowl and walked over to a drawer, he slid it open and pulled out a fork. He then slammed it back in with his hip before walking into his living room and sitting on the couch, he hummed as he stuck a fork-full of stale cereal into his mouth. He picked up the remote at laid perfectly right beside him and turned the TV on, he then started to click buttons causing the screen to flash in colors from the excessive channel changing.

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Henry then suddenly saw stairs, he looked down to see a Kitchen and a living room that seemed to have the TV on. He slowly made his way downstairs to see Patrick on the couch, eating. Henry looked confused, wasn't Hockstetter mad at him? Henry asked himself.

"Hockstetter?"

Patrick looked over to the figure. He smiled sweetly; putting his bowl on the coffee table. "How was your sleep?" He asked. Henry shrugged and walked over to the couch before sitting next to Patrick. Patrick picked his bowl back up and started to eat, Henry looked over at the bowl then Patrick.

"I want some." Henry said. Patrick looked at him. "All is gone. I ate the last of it." He said as he let the bowl in his lap, Henry sighed.

"Ok well, I want yours." Henry said blushing lowly. Patrick chuckled, he picked the fork out of the bowl of lactose and picked up some cereal. He then held it up to Henry's mouth as he giggled to himself, Henry looked at Patrick with envy before opening his mouth and letting Patrick put the fork of about 3 pieces of cereal in his mouth. Henry let his mouth down and Patrick slide the fork from out of his mouth, Henry then started to eat it with a questionable face.

"Why is it stale?" Henry asked, Patrick shrugged and stuffed some cereal into his mouth. Henry made a disgusted face before looking at the TV, it was quite bland at The Hockstetter Home. Henry then got a thought in his head, one he had already thought about.

"Hockstetter, what happened last night." Henry said as he turned his head to the raven haired boy. Patrick looked at him with a blush that continued to have a smirk.

"Well… so we were at the Quarry. You then told me that you have feelings around me and told me you needed me to touch you and so I did. After we were done you passed out and I took you to my place."

Henry looked in surprise, "Wait so your not mad at me?" Patrick giggled as he shook his head, Henry smiled to himself. Patrick put the bowl back down and looked at Henry, he then took his hand and put his fingers under Henry's chin. Henry flinched and looked at Patrick as the blushed started to run crazy, Patrick smirked and pushed his lips to Henry's. Henry closed his eyes and pushed into him, Patrick then let go of Henry's chin and snuck his hands to his thighs. Henry then pulled away and took a deep breath.

"Out of breath?" Patrick asked, Henry nodded as he put his hand on top of Patrick's. Patrick then looked right into Henry's eyes before roaming his hand to Henry's clothed dick.

"Patrick..." Henry sighed out as he stared right back at Patrick, he then rearranged his hand so he could hold the bulge rightly in his palm. Patrick then smirked lightly before closing his hand slightly; rubbing it, Henry moaned lightly as he moved his hands to Patrick's thighs. Patrick connected their lips and pushed into the soft bulge of the blonde, Henry moaned into the kiss as he gripped Patrick's thighs. Patrick then pinched Henry's bugle with a smirk, Henry opened his mouth and let out a ouch; getting ready to go ape shit at him but instead it was blocked with Patrick showing his tongue into his mouth.

Henry kissed back, trying to move his tongue the way Patrick was moving his but it's like he couldn't. Patrick's tongue was long and quite big for his mouth, Henry felt drool run down his chin as he couldn't close his mouth. If he did he couldn't breath. Patrick then pulled away as a string of siliva reached from Patrick's and Henry's mouth, Henry took deep breaths as his eyes were hazzy and filled with small tears. Patrick smiled before rubbing Henry again an again, Henry let out puffs over and over again. Henry then reached over and wrapped his arms around Patrick, he smiled.

Henry had always been highly sensitive. Highly. Even when he was touching himself something. He wasn't ever touched like this in a long time though, his masterbation doesn't count. Touched by another person, he means. He hasn't had the satisfying touch of Patrick's hand ever since last night and the time at the junkyard, he wasn't complaining. At all, he was enjoying every second of it.

Patrick moved down to Henry's neck and started to kiss down on it, he then started to suck on small parts of his neck and shoulders. Henry let out a moan and a sigh, Patrick licked his lips before biting down on the flesh. Henry jolted and let out a painful moan, he squirmed, only making himself moan more due to Patrick's grip on his bulge. Patrick then pulled off and looked at the bloody bite mark that he had left, he smiled before licking the blood that dripped down off.

Henry grinded into Patrick's hand. He hated looking and being desperate but he was so close, just a few more touches and he would be done for.

"Patrick... Move your fucking hand." Henry said in a desperate tone, Patrick then started to rub him before going back to his mess on Henry's neck. Henry moaned loudly as he grinded up back into his hand, then finally, it was there. His high flowed to Henry's tip before spewing out semen in Patrick's pants, he let out breathly moans as he jerked up a bit more until his high was finished. Patrick smiled and then let his hands rest on Henry's waist; removing his hand from Henry's taken care of boner. Henry then pushed himself forward and hit there lips together, Patrick kissed back. Patrick was about to pinched Henry's thigh but Henry had opened his mouth and waited for Patrick, he smirked before going in to kiss him; sticking his tongue inside.

Henry started to drool, again. Patrick started to rub his thumb on Henry's waist making Henry arch his back, Patrick then pulled away. Henry sighed and put his head down onto Patrick's shoulder.

"I made a mess of your pants." Henry whispered. Patrick smiled, "I don't care, but did you enjoy yourself?" He said.

"Don't be gay, of course I didn't." Henry hummed, Patrick snickered. "Sure." Patrick said sarcastic, Henry made a grunt sound. "Shut up." He slurred as he closed his eyes. Patrick shut his mouth and moved them so Henry was on top of him, Patrick laid on the couch as Henry laid on his stomach. Patrick then wrapped his arms around him as Henry moved his arms so they were around Patrick's torso, Henry then closed his eyes as Patrick watched at was on the tv.

"Good night, bitch." Patrick said.

"Good night, fag." Henry said.

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Henry rubbed his head and looked at Patrick in confusion. "What is it?" He said softly, Patrick was sort of caught off guard by how soft Henry's voice was and how he wasn't grumpy but of course he didn't complain.

"You'll see." Patrick said. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down; off his legs, Henry looked at the bulge and blushed. Patrick continued by taking his purple and black boxers off, letting his penis fling up and hit his lower abdomen. It twitched almost immediately at the air temperature difference, Patrick at the cuts and bit his lips making his dick twitch again. Henry looked at it, he didn't know what to do. His legs were spread open and his bulge clearly showed he was loving it but he wasn't a faggot, he didn't like boys. Patrick scooched up and closer until his penis' shaft touched Henry's bulge.

"Patrick, what are you doing?" Henry asked with a shaky voice. Henry didn't want to say it bue he was terrified, he had never really had sex, well with a man. Patrick smirked.

"You will be fine, I think you'd rather enjoy it." Patrick said before leaning his waist forward and putting his tip in the carved period, Patrick let out a sigh, feeling the warm blood cover his tip. Henry flinched and sat up, pushing Patrick's dick more into the cut. Henry let out a gasp as tears filled his eyes but didn't fall.

"Oh Henry~" Patrick moaned a sigh before pushing into the cut. Henry let out small moans as the cut gushed out blood, Patrick felt himself close. He made a few more thrusts into the cut before cumming; it mixed making a pinky liquid. Henry winced as the cut stung and thumped.

"Oh, my, god." Henry said in breaths. Patrick smiled, "You look so pretty like this." Patrick said as he quickly stole a kiss.

"Ew, stop." Henry said as he blushed, he looked down at the cut and sighed. "How am I going to go back to class?" Henry asked.

Patrick shrugged before pushing his lips to Henry's. Henry closed his eyes and kissed back, the old tears finally let down and drooled down his face. Patrick smiled in the kiss before pulling away. Henry shivered.

"Now help clean me up." Henry said. Patrick snickered.

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Patrick held Henry in his hands, he felt so light like a feather,
Henry laid there, his and his other's hand's together.

Tears dropped down a river,
Giving them a soft shiver,
Red as can be,
Blood as we can see,
Filled through a wound,
Makes the person obtund.

Stop with this madness, it's not like you
He said as he turned his small view,
His voice frail, a whisper at most,
It was almost like he was sitting with a host.

I am different, inside and out, he said as his voice croaked,
Henry gave a provoked choke as his throat became more soaked,
The rosemary color splashed from his mouth,
Patrick saw this to be going south.

Don't leave he pleaded and begged and gave,
Henry gave a smile as he was almost as his grave,
He looked at the other like he had misbehaved.

Henry felt his gaze blur,
Darkness had to of occur.

Patrick quieted as he saw his best friend go,
Right in his arms, as they held hands and wouldn't even let go.
The grip from the blonde gave out,
He knew everything about the blonde, but now his words were a meaning of not much,
I love you he said, voice shaking like the ones in his head.

Patrick put his hand on Henry's heart, he quivered a sob; the ambulance came,
If he was kidding with would be just a game, but no,
He was dead and he as not even kidding,
I guess he just felt like quitting.

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Smut + Requested by me

A cold feeling of air hit his back. It was a cold night and he was feeling a certain mood, usually he only feels like this when he is around his friend Patrick. In this case, Henry knew exactly what his body wanted to do and his mind ran into lewd thoughts about him and his other's relationship. Henry couldn't help it and his body didn't help to stop, it was like it complied to the thoughts and only reacted in a way that seemed nasty to him, even though it was human nature for his to arise a boner.

Henry looked down in his pants with a light blush to find a larger bulge than the one he already had showing through his skinny jeans, he slowly crept his hand to the bulge and let his palm caress it before having his fingers unbutton then unzip his pants. He slowly glided his pants off his legs to show his milky pale legs and his red briefs, he laid the pants on the floor to the side of his bed before laying back on his cold bed and spreading his legs. He moved his finger to his inner thigh and crept them along side, imagining it had been Patrick touching him.

Henry found this action to be pleasing and made his body shiver from his wet thoughts. Henry then moved his fingers to the waist line of his underwear and started to pull them off, setting them aside also. His member flicked up immediately, his circumcised penis was perked. Henry sat up slightly, he was not a fan of masterbation as it made him feel dirty but hell, he didn't care as long as it got the job done. Henry takes his finger and taps the tip, his penis twitched in delight at the feeling.

Not to mention, Henry has always been sensitive to sensual and sexual touch. I mean, he did look like a guy that would fuck random ass, ugly ass girls in the bathroom. Henry usually feels most sensitive when Patrick happens to put his arm on Henry's shoulder or when he accidentally would touch an 'area'.

Henry closed his eyes again and daydreamed about Patrick as his hands, Henry took his hand to his mouth and licked it before putting his full hand on his member. Henry then started to really imaginate, he shifted his hand up from the tip to the bottom where is balls were. Henry whimpered in desperation, already hooked on the feeling. He continued by doing the action again and again, he gave in to his needy ideas and in doing so, he was getting an amazing pleasurable feeling.

Henry felt the sensation slowly stop attracting him so much pleasure, Henry stops what he's doing and opens his eyes. Thinking of Patrick as his hand wasn't easy and didn't really do anything anymore, Henry sighed as he started to think on what he should think of. After a bit, Henry had got it. He put his hand back on his cock; closing his eyes. He dreamt of Patrick acually there with him, he proceeded to touch along the vines and lines of his penis with the tip of his nails. He then thought of Patrick taking the tip of his penis and sliding it from the bottom of Henry's shaft to the top, Henry shakingly sighed; left with a shiver. Henry moved his hand to finally wake his junk, he moved his hand the same way he thought of Patrick sliding his tip from the top to the bottom of his shaft.

Henry's legs twitched and his body started to tremble as he longed for a good orgasm. He sped his hand up as his nasty thoughts continued, Henry whimpered and moaned quietly; kicking his breathing up.

Finally; Henry's back arched up and slightly off the bed. Cum squirted out of his tip in a thick matter, it sprung up slightly and landed down back on the tip of his penis. Henry let out breathy moans as he tried to calm his high down; using a little more fisting and jerking at his poor genital. Henry laid back fully and took in the embrace of his body heating up and then cooling down.

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Two dudes, definitely not boyfriends, chilling in a small room. Both occupied on their phones, not talking, just enjoying the silence carried out by their actions. Though, this silence didn't last long when big mouth Patrick started to talk. "Henry?" "What?" "I'm tired." "Then go home." "I don't want to, I wanna sleep here." "Hell no." "Please?" Patrick bugged, Henry felt rage pick up in him as Patrick got on his nerves. "If I do, will you shut the hell up?" "Yes sir!"

Patrick said before standing up and sitting next to Henry, in response he grumbled. Patrick pulled his legs up to sit criss cross applesauce before getting back on his phone, Henry couldn't help but look over to Patrick's phone, watching him play.

...

Patrick yawned and Henry looked away from his phone to look at Patrick. "I'm tired now." "Didn't you...? Fine whatever, go get your blankets and sleep on the couch." "The couch!?" Patrick whispered a yell. "No. I'm sleeping in this bed." "Hockstetter. If you don't-" "No Bowers, I'm sleeping in this bed." "God damn it! No." "I am." Henry grumbled at Patrick's persistence to sleep in his bed with him.

He sighed, taking advice from his anger management classes and giving in. "Patrick." "Henry." "You can sleep in my bed, one thing though." Patrick hummed an answer. Henry leaned forward and pecked Patrick's lips. "That." Patrick smiled softly at him. "That was so sweet! You never kiss me first!" Henry blushed at this comment. Patrick moved up to the top of the bed and laid his head on one of the pillows, Henry moved beside him.

Patrick tossed and turned on the pillow, feeling uncomfortable. "Could you stop moving." Henry said, Patrick groaned. "Your pillow is uncomfortable." "Damn I'm sorry, not my fault-" "Your going to be my pillow." "Who?" Henry said as he sat up. Patrick smirked and sat up also and moved over to Henry's legs. Henry closed his legs as he blushed, Patrick opened them immediately and laid his head where his thigh was. Henry was about to go off on him before his body stopped him and he couldn't speak.

"Damn, you know, you got some thighs." Patrick commented. Henry sat still, he watched as Patrick got real comfortable on his thigh, moving around until his head was in the perfect position. "I um- oh." Henry said, not knowing what to say but blush helplessly. "Patrick." Henry said, Patrick moved his head and looks up. "Yeah baby?" "Kiss me." "Oh."

Patrick sat up and put his phone down. He put his hands to the sides of Henry and moved up to smooch him. Patrick gave a quick peck, Henry wasn't expecting a peck. He wanted a kiss, not a peck and he exactly said that. Patrick chuckled. He leans up again and interlocks their lips, Henry moves with Patrick and holds onto his shoulder. Henry pulls away and looks away, "now stop. That's all I wanted."

"Your so cute." "Shush." Patrick giggled again. "Stop laughing, it's not funny." Henry said, offended. "Oh please, what? What's not funny?" Patrick asked him, still looking at him. Henry blushed and looked away, he crossed his arms and slightly closed his legs.

"My affection." Henry mumbles. Patrick went still as he heard those words, "you really love me?" Henry flinched at that question and turned his head to face Patrick. He sighed as he didn't like sharing his feelings. "Yes dumbass. I do like you."

Patrick huffed sweetly and pecked his cheek. "I love you too." He laid back down and got.on his phone, Henry blushed and uncrossed his arms. He set his hand down and placed it on top of Patrick's hair, he then started to curl and shuffle his hands in it. Patrick showed interest by humming lightly. Henry felt a smile creep onto his face, he was happy.

"I like you Patrick." Henry blurted out, turning his eyes to Patrick's phone. Patrick moved his head away from his phone and tilted his head back; averting his eyes from his phone and to Henry's.

"I love you too Henry. Your quite lovey dovey today." Patrick answered and commented. "Shut up." Henry said and gripped on his hair, Patrick hummed and looked back at his phone.

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Patrick and Henry sat at the Quarry on the cliff with their legs dangling off, it was silent. It wasn't awkward at all though, it was comforting.

Patrick slid his hand into his pants and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and his favorite lighter, he opened the lid and pulled out one. "Henry." He said breaking the silence between them, Henry looked over to him with a light hum. Patrick then took the one cigarette in his fingers and slightly reached it out to him, Henry took the cigarette into his own and put it to his mouth. Patrick looked back at the box and pulled one out for himself before putting it away, he put the cig in his mouth and lit his lighter.

Henry huffed, "Patrick, the lighter." He said in a light and low demanding tone. Patrick smiled and fully looked at Henry. "Come here." He said. Henry rolled his eyes and scoffed before obeying, moving his head to face Patrick's. Patrick pushed his body sideways and let the tip of his cig touch Henry's, Henry flinched and looked down at his cigarette as it would have been real awkward if he was staring at him. Patrick then pulled off before pulling the cigarette out his mouth and puffing out some smoke.

"Don't do that the fuck again." Henry said sternly while looking at the low sunset as the sky's turned from apricot orange to a stone blue. The clouds slowly mixed with the sky as it got darker. Patrick giggled. Henry looked at Patrick annoyed before calming his face and looking back at the sky.

Patrick sighed as he let out a puff of gray smoke, Henry looked down at the water as it started to reflect the moon. "Do you think we should be getting home." Patrick said, Henry looked at him as he took the cigarette out his mouth. "I don't mind, just as long as I don't go back to my old man." Patrick chuckled. Patrick stood up and put his cigarette out on the stone, "let's go then." He said. Henry looked at him and got up, he put the cig back in his mouth and started to walk in front of Patrick. It may just be Henry and Patrick but Henry was still the leader of the gang that Patrick was in, Patrick understood that fully and stayed behind him.

"Patrick." Henry said lowly cause of the cigarette. "Yes?" He replied. "You can walk next to me." Henry said, Patrick didn't ask and moved up to him. Henry continued to walk with Patrick to his house, on the way there would be small conversation but all were left with silence. They had finally reached Patrick's house and Henry's cigarette was well gone so he just flicked it onto the ground.

Patrick pulled out his house key and unlocked the door, "My parents aren't home so no need to be quiet." He said as he opened the door and let Henry in. Henry walked in and closed the door behind them. "Nice place Patrick." Henry complimented, "Thank you." He said back.

Henry walked into his living room that was only lit up by the kitchen light and the TV and looked around. Patrick looked over to him, "Hey, do you wanna go to my room." He asked. Henry looked at him, "Why not." He sighed. Patrick started to walk down the hall as Henry followed him, Patrick opened a door and walked inside. Henry walked in behind him and looked around, the room wasn't as plain as Henry's but was still plain. Patrick sat on his bed as he watched Henry look around, Henry looked at his small desk and opened one of the drawers to see a pencil box.

"You draw?" Henry asked Patrick, he shook his head no. He reached over and grabbed the case and using his hand to pat the bed, Henry got onto the bed beside Patrick. Patrick turned to him and started to open it showing the dead flys that lay there for who know how long, Henry looks in disgust.

"How do you like the collection?" Patrick said joyfully. Henry looked at Patrick like he was crazy, "What the hell Patrick, that's nasty." He said. Patrick softly smiled as his eyes hazzed themselves looking at Henry, he was so obsessed with seeing Henry hate him. He loved it when he would blush at his knowingly gay comments on Henry and getting a punch to the face, he loved when he pushed Henry's temper to the point where he can't do anything but look so fucking weak. He would just love to see him bent over and railed, though he knows it will never happen or will it?

"Patrick snap out of it and put those things away." Henry said as he looked away from them, Patrick closed it up and put it back in.

"Would you like something to eat?" Patrick said. Henry shrugged, "After that, I'm not but I'll take some." Patrick got up and walked his way out the room, Henry snappingly got up and quickly followed. Patrick walked into his kitchen as Henry did as well, Henry didn't pay attention to Patrick and romed around. Patrick sat back onto the counter and looked at Henry but not just at him, he looked at his ass. He couldn't help it, Henry looked flat but he wasn't. Patrick could tell. As Patrick watched he blushed lightly.

"Patrick!" Henry suddenly called out, Patrick looked to him. "I need help getting a bowl." He whispered. Don't blame him, he was in a tall family's house. Patrick smiled and walked over to him, Henry was under him as he took a bowl down. Henry's body was pushed into the counter as Patrick's body pushed onto his back, Henry blushed lightly as he looked down at the counter in front of him. "There you go." He said backing up a bit. Henry rolled his eyes as the blush settled down.

Patrick looked down at Henry's hips, they were skinny but they would look perfect in his hands. Patrick moved slightly forward before putting his hands on Henry's hips, he flinched and stood still. "Don't touch me." He said. Patrick smiled at this as he started to rub his sides, Henry wanted to pull away and punch Patrick so hard but there was something telling him to stay still.

"Get the hell off of me Patrick." He said as he put his hands onto the counter, it was like he wasn't able to control his own body. Patrick moved to the point his bulge was on Henry's ass, Henry started to get flustered.

"P-patrick! Get off of me! I'm not a faggot!" He said still not moving, he wanted to but he couldn't.

"But you are, you are not moving at all and letting me do this." Patrick said as he smirk crazed. Henry could feel his boner grow.

"Stop it. I don't like this, I don't!" He yelled, Patrick grew a boner from his pleads. He pushed forward and rubbed his clothed boner onto Henry's ass, Henry opened his eyes wide as his dick twitched. Henry cursed to himself. Patrick thrust again but with more pressure this time, Henry let out a lusty sigh as he soon let his body have what it wants.

"This doesn't mean I'm a faggot." Henry said. Patrick smiled lightly before unbuckling his jeans, Patrick pulled them down all the way.

"Henry" Patrick asked as he started to take his own pants off, "W-what?" Henry said. "You're a Faggot." Patrick said in Henry's ear. Henry grit his teeth, Patrick smirked before rubbing his boner on Henry. Henry flinched and let out a sigh, Patrick grinded on again as Henry unknownly pushed his ass back. Patrick smiled at this and did it agai, Henry's made a lewd sound as his body pushed onto the counter.

"Patrick!" He said, Patrick closed his eyes and pushed Henry's hips back. Henry gripped the counter and felt his nails dig into them, "fuck..." He whispered. The pleasure was so dull that it felt like heaven every time Patrick got to thrust, Henry felt every roll of each one and he wasn't complaining. He didn't want to accept that he was enjoying any of this.

Patrick opened his eyes again and took one of his hands, he placed it onto the back of Henry's head. He pushed down on it and set it to the counter, Henry pushed back but in his position, it was almost impossible. Patrick felt Henry's back arch and his ass bump into his bulge, he moved closer and got close to Henry's ear. Patrick thrusted again and again, he moaned and grunted into Henry's ears.

Henry felt his legs twitch and tears come from his eyes, he was overstimulated at this point. The moans from Patrick made his ears hurt but gave him exotic images. "Fuck! Patrick!" Henry wanted to give in, he wanted to call out Patrick's name but his pride wouldn't allow him.

"Come on baby, say it." Patrick raised himself up and looked down as Henry's ass. He angled his erection and humped into him, Henry held in a moan as siliva built up in his mouth. "P-p!" He tried and failed, Patrick didn't like that though and pulled his bulge away.

"Say it."

Henry flinched under him, Henry knew he wasn't playing. Henry squirmed slightly but to no avail. "Fuck..." Henry whispered again. "Patrick! I will just continue!" Henry yelled at him. Patrick clicked his tongue, "are you sure?" "Yes, yes! I promise!" "Good."

Patrick continued his uneven thrusts again and Henry went back to panting and moaning. "Say my name Henry." He demanded. "Patrick!" He said in one of his pants, it wasn't quite a moan but it was something. Patrick huffed and gripped Henry's hips hard before slamming into where his ass and dick were.

Henry felt his dick twitch one last time as his leaked creamy cum into his underwear. His foot tapped on the ground and his leg jittered, his body jerked and drool rolled down from his mouth and down his chin. His mouth opened as a moan exited; "Patrick~! Ha! Mh!" He panted and felt his hands soften on the counter top.

"There you go, was it that hard?" Patrick said before taking his hand and patting the back of his head. Henry whispered slightly before passing out...

(There will be a PT 2)

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"I'm not calling you that."

It was a bright night. Both boys sat next to each other on the couch, both boys had been boyfriends but one of them was obviously in denial of their relationship, though, still loved the other boy. The TV was bright and burning on their faces as they watched some Netflix, the room was quite quiet, even if the TV was on.

"Why not?"

The boys had been talking. More like debating. Patrick, the one to the left and sprawled out on the couch while his feet laid on the other boy's lap, wanted the other boy to call him a specific name that would heighten his arousal.

"Because, it's disgusting."

The other boy, Henry, who was sitting up right and slightly manspread on the couch cushion, found the name to be absurd and wouldn't feed into Patrick's needs.

"Just because you have daddy issues doesn't mean you can't call me daddy." Patrick said, his voice was slightly sarcastic as he nudged Henry's inner thigh with his foot. Henry, on the other hand, looked at him like he was crazy, though, didn't say anything.

Patrick gave a glare and a smirk, knowing he hit a core spot. "You're ignoring me now? Does daddy have to give you a punishment?" He slyly asked. Henry rolled his eyes as disgust shimmered on his face, showing his distaste for the name. Patrick's face was soon to change as his glare became a bit more serious, like he meant what he said.

"Henry. Look at me." Patrick said, his tone was a little dark, like he had intentions. A little thing between me and the reader, Patrick hates being ignored and will do anything and everything if he has to, to get what he wants. Henry knew Patrick was like this, but, didn't give a fuck about what Patrick would do, even if he knew Patrick would put him in his place.

Henry didn't react, watching the TV but it was obvious he heard Patrick. Patrick's teeth grit, he was quick to fix his position. He sat up, his feet to the floor and his body next to Henry's. He grabbed Henry's chin hard, his nails digging in and forcing Henry's head to face him.

"I said, look at me." He said, Henry glared at him. He was a bit surprised by the sudden grab but he'd never say that. Henry stayed silent, his eyes went to look back at the TV, ignoring him. Patrick sucked his teeth, he pushed Henry's head down to the cushion, opening Henry's legs to settle himself between them. His hand stayed on Henry's head, keeping him down as his other hand held Henry's legs open.

"What the fuck!?" Henry said. Patrick snickered, Henry's hand went to dig into Patrick's wrist, trying to get Patrick off of him, which, only made Patrick more entertained. "Now you wanna talk." Patrick scoffed, a crazy smirk played on his face as the lighting matched Patrick's demeanor.

"Hockstetter-!?" Henry's words were quickly cut off as Patrick kissed him, the contact was rough, catching Henry off guard. Patrick used that to let go of Henry's head and switch to Henry's wrists, putting them above his head to keep him under Patrick's control.

Patrick continued to kiss him, Henry did so too. Patrick, after locking Henry down, deepened the kiss. Their tongues glided along each other, Patrick's exploring Henry's mouth, tasting the old watermelon gum the other always chewed on. As Patrick pulled off, he licked his lips, humming lowly in delight.

"You always taste so good, Henry." He slurred. Henry scoffed and looked away, but Patrick was quick to catch him. "Henry Bowers. Do you really want a punishment?" He said, a low cackle coming from him, finding this to be amusing. When Henry didn't answer, his hand that held open Henry's legs, slid down Henry's thigh and tightly squeezed Henry's crotch.

"Answer me, bitch!" He yelled, his temper high. Henry's breath hitches and he winced, his legs were quick to close but Patrick didn't care. When Henry still didn't answer, Patrick just laughed.

He let go of Henry's bulge, his fingers curled around his waistband and pulled them down. Henry's attention was quick to be at Patrick, as he was being exposed, he groaned.

"Hockstetter-!"

"That's not my name, Henry." Patrick said, interrupting Henry. Patrick changed the position, flipping him over and pushing is head down into the couch, his ass presenting to Patrick.

"You bitch! Get the fuck off of me!" Henry said, trying to get out of Patrick's grasp, though, he froze as the sound of a belt unbuckling could be heard.

"Hockstetter, what the hell are you doing! Y-you know that-" Henry stuttered, but yet again, he was interrupted.

"Did I just hear a stutter? Oh, Henry, are you scared?" Patrick tease, he position himself at Henry's entrance, his head teasing the ring of sensitive muscle. Henry's body shivered lightly at the feeling, Henry let it a shaky sigh.

"I-im not scared! Y-you know I don't take you w-without you preparing me!" He yelled, his fear was obvious by this point. "Then call me it. Call me my name." Patrick said, his hips lightly rocked, rubbing his length on Henry's hole.

Henry let out another shaky sigh, his body reacting to Patrick's teasing. "Patrick! God damn..."

"Wrong." Patrick said before pushing the head in, Henry gasped, his eyes closing immediately as the discomfort set in. "I'm not calling you that!" He yelled, though, Patrick didn't care, he could care less, so, he proved that.

With a forceful thrust of his hips, he pushed himself all the way in. Henry's hole clenched around Patrick's dick, earning a groan. Henry let out a painful moan, his legs trembled and tears plucked in his eyes.

"Awh~ Is Henry crying?" Patrick said, though, he didn't wait for an answer. He rocked his hip back once and slammed back in, earning a gasp from Henry. Patrick created a nice rhythm of pounding into Henry.

"You feel so good, Henry..." Patrick groaned, his hand gripped Henry's hair a bit harder as he continuously pounded into him. Henry let out moan after moan, grunt after grunt, and tears flowing down his cheeks. Patrick was amused.

"Call me it." He said. Henry didn't answer. "I said, call me it, Henry." He said again. Henry didn't answer, he shook his head no, unable to speak from the continuous painful noises that escaped his throat. Patrick angled himself, leaning down to get close to Henry's ear, his hips crooked lightly and thrust in.

Henry's eyes widened slightly and he moaned a bit louder, Patrick stopped his movements immediately. "Felt that? You like it when I hit you there, right? All you have to do is say it, say my name." He whispered, Henry panted lightly, drool finally finding its way out of his mouth and past his lips.

"No? Ok then, Henry." Patrick said. Henry continued to pant, his breath slowing down as he was catching it. There was silence, it was a loud silence, mixed with Henry's shallow panting and Patrick's breathing. Henry was confused by the random stop of actions, though, that was known after a loud slap of skin could be heard and a following grunt could be heard.

Patrick's hand swung back, his hand hitting perfecting on Henry's ass cheek. A handprint could be seen, red and soon to be welting. "Count bitch." Patrick said before landing another hit, earning a gasp from Henry, though, he didn't comply.

"You're only making this worse, you're feeding into my needs, Henry..." He slurred, darkly. Henry let out a small cry, a small sob as he had been keeping his pain in.

"1..." Henry said, his voice a bit soft. Patrick looked slightly pleased, though, he didn't want that. Another hit after another, painful sounds after another, though, Patrick could tell Henry was enjoying himself, though, he didn't pry at that.

"20..." Henry said. Patrick smiled, he giggled lightly. "Now, what's my name, Henry?" Patrick said, though, Henry didn't answer. Patrick looked displeased but all Henry was doing was feeding into his desires, he was getting ready to start back up his forceful thrusts but Henry finally did as told.

"Daddy... Your name is daddy." Henry said, which, he hated he said. Patrick let the words sink in, he smirked, and leaned down to Henry's ear.

"Good boy, Henry. Now, moan my name." He said before starting up a punishing rhythm of slamming into the direct spot that would please Henry. Henry's hand gripped the couch, his body jolted and moans poured from his mouth. Patrick continued to thrust inside of him, his head fuzzing up from how much he enjoyed Henry's vulnerable state.

"Say my name, say my name." Patrick groaned, letting himself enjoying the pleasure of Henry's tight hole around his penis.

"D-daddy! Fuck! Daddy!" Henry moaned, the words filling the room and Patrick's ears. He rewarded Henry each time Henry would comply, jabbing Henry's prostate perfectly with each thrust.

With each thrust, Henry got closer and closer, Patrick knew so. Patrick was no where near close, so, to stimulate himself, he stimulated Henry.

His hand swung back, hitting Henry on his ass again. Henry's body jolted, though, moans flowed from his mouth. Patrick's hand moved from Henry's hair and to Henry's hip, keeping the momentum of his thrust going and keeping Henry steady.

"You like that, don't you, Henry? Answer me." Patrick snickered, his nails dig into Henry's hip as his other hand went to slap again. "I-i do! I do, daddy!" Henry moaned, gritting his teeth with each slap brought to his ass.

Patrick just giggled and cackled, enjoying how vulnerable Henry was, fueling his orgasm. He continued, slapping and thrusting, until Henry was to his max.

Henry's cock twitched in delight, the white,  creamy liquid squirted from his tip, making a sticky mess on the couch. Patrick licked his lips and leaned down to Henry's ear, keeping his thrusts, not giving mercy.

"Good boy." He slurred before nibbling on Henry's earlobe. "You want me to cum inside, Henry?" Patrick asked. Henry looked a bit disgusted by Patrick asking that question, though, Henry nodded lightly. Patrick scoffed.

"My name, please." He said, it wasn't a question, it was a command and Henry followed that command. "Yes, daddy..." He moaned softly, his body a bit overstimulated from the continuous thrusts even after his orgasm.

"Good. I was going to do it anyways." Patrick said, before giving his all. His hands gripped Henry's hips, both gripping tightly with nails digging in that was sure to leave a mark. He pleased himself, using Henry how he wanted, thrusting and pounding into him, not caring for if Henry cried or moaned.

Soon though, cum spilled into of Henry. The warm fluid sloshed inside of Henry's insides, wet sounds filling the air as Patrick rode out his orgasm. Patrick licked his lips as he panted heavily, their breaths filling the air.

"Good boy, Henry. You did such a good job." He teasingly praised, one of his hands went to caress Henry's side, a bit gentle even for if Patrick just fucked the life out of him. Henry was speechless, he only hummed a response, trying to regain his senses.

Patrick didn't pull out and just enjoyed Henry's presence of being at his command. Henry sat there, trying to figure out what the hell just happened, though, Henry was quick to do so.

"Pull out, never talk to me again, and kill yourself." Henry said. Patrick pouted but did as told, pulling out of him, fixing Henry up a bit. Pulling both their pants back up and pulling Henry down to lay on him on the opposite side of the couch since Henry's cum was on the couch.

"I love you, pookie." Patrick said. Henry sat up slightly, looking at him with such a confused look. "Pookie? You could have picked anything else." Henry asked, Patrick replied with a giggle.

"Sorry." Patrick said, he didn't mean it and it didn't sound like he meant it. Henry rolled his eyes and laid back down, not exactly caring.

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Henry sat on top of a school bathroom toilet with his childhood best friend, Patrick Hockstetter.

As they sat and chilled, Henry moved his hand and stuck it into his pocket, in his pocket, was a knife, where he tapped it repetitively, like an anxious tick.

"Are you jerking off?" Patrick suddenly asked, looking down at Henry's pants. Henry looked up at him, a gross look playing upon his face.

"Hell no. Not with you in here." Henry sternly said but Patrick just snickered. He continued to stare, not exactly believing Henry. Henry scoffed and pulled the knife out of his pocket, it was silver and seemingly new.

Henry caressed his finger on the knob before pushing and sliding it up, the blade peaked out from the silver lining and reached to it's limit. Patrick watched him like an eagle on prey, his every single move was being closely watched by him. Henry looked at the blade and let his pointer finger touch the tip of the blade before lining it down to the bottom shaft or so called, the end, Patrick found this quite gayly exotic for a white, cis, homophobic boy, as he was a gay man himself.

Henry looked up at Patrick quick-like and glared at him. "You got a staring problem?" Henry asked sarcastically, Patrick smirked. "I don't know, maybe your handsome face can explain why." He said.

Henry looked at Patrick with slight disgust, one of his permanent facial features. Out of nowhere, Patrick bent down to Henry's face before snatching the knife out of his hands.

"Nice knife Henry, where'd ya get it from?" Patrick slurred, examining it. Henry growled under his breath,

"Give it back, Hockstetter." He said as he stood up from off the toilet seat, Patrick stared down at Henry with a grin. As for this, Henry had always been quite short, he was 5'8 and Patrick was 6'2. To Patrick, Henry was like a small child or just a really tiny person.

Henry looked up at Patrick with angry eyes. "What? Want your knife back?" Patrick teased, Henry grumbled before moving forward and reaching again.

This time, Henry had somehow tripped and grabbed onto Patrick's shirt for support, with this, Patrick used his fast movements to still hold the knife in the air and catch his beloved blonde.

"Already falling for me?" Patrick teased, Henry groaned as his cheeks became flushed with pinky red blush.

"Shut the hell up and just give me my knife." Henry growled as a threat. Patrick chuckled before letting the knife down slightly, enough for the shorter one to reach. Henry reached up and grabbed the knife out of his hands but in the process Patrick moved his hands for when Henry would want to take the knife, he would be able to take his wrists and hold them together.

"Do you think I'm just going to let you have it that quick?" Patrick asked, raising a eyebrow at the other.

Henry squirmed around trying to get his wrists unlocked from Patrick's hands. Patrick ginned as he watched Henry's pathetic attempts at trying to get out, he then moved his body close to Henry's as he put his wrists to the back wall of the stall. Henry grumbled as he felt his back hit the wall, Patrick ignored Henry's noises and moved his face to the crook of his neck. He breathed in his smell that resembled old watermelon gum and a little bit of a musky smell.

"Henry..." Patrick sighed into his neck, like a moan. Henry grunted softly as he felt Patrick's warm breath on his neck. Patrick then took in some of Henry neck, his mouth opening and sucking the pasty tan skin.

Henry let out a sudden low gasp as he felt Patrick's dry lips touch the sensitive area. Patrick pulled off and looked at the newly formed hickey that appeared bluey purple, Patrick hummed as he lent back down and licked around the bruise. Henry felt his foot tap on the ground to the feeling of Patrick's hot mouth on his skin.

Patrick pulled off again and looked at the slobbery mess he had made. "Henry?" Patrick asked, Henry replied with a slutty groan.

He smirked and moved to Henry's mouth. He started to peck at his lips, trying to get a reaction but sadly didn't. Henry just seemed to be out of it. Patrick stopped his teasing and went full in with a kiss, he didn't get much access but he was enjoying the time he got to do this with Henry. Henry finally snapped out of his haze and kissed back, he applied to Patrick's physical orders that contained loads of biting, sucking, and many more. Henry opened his eyes slightly and looked at the boy before him.

"Hockstetter, what do you think your doing?" Henry said, struggling again. Patrick gave puppy eyes at Henry.

"Awh~ I thought you were enjoying it." Patrick muttered

"Ew, what the hell! I would never enjoy something so faggoty." Henry replied.

"That's not even a w-"

"Zip it, Patrick!"

Patrick leans back down to the other side and starts to kiss up the neck then the jaw until he reached his chin, Henry couldn't help but whimper at the feeling. Henry squirmed as the kisses tickled a little, Patrick started to kiss his lips again, the taste as intoxicating. Henry just kissed back, he was enjoying what had been happening but apart of him was absolutely disgusted.

"Henry?" Patrick suddenly asked against Henry's lips.

"W-what?"

"Can I try something."

"Hm?" Henry hummed with slight curiosity.

"Like at the junkyard."

Henry looked dead at Patrick with unexplainable emotioned eyes. "What."

"You heard me."

Henry thought about it, that time at the junkyard was a trauma experience, his gay awakening. He didn't want to be gay, it was disgusting and absolutely vile, the thought made him want to throw up. But again, something in his body was pushing him to obey and let Patrick do his doings.

"Patrick... Fine, just-" Henry was interrupted by a sudden zip, Henry looked down to see his pants being unzipped. He blushed and looked away from what had been happening, Patrick on the other hand continued to take his boxers off. Henry's penis fling out lightly, the length was slightly hardened and perked up a bit twitching every so often.

"You have a pretty penis." Patrick said suddenly, licking his chapped lips.

"What?" Henry asked and Patrick smiled at Henry's tone.

"A pretty penis." Patrick repeated himself. "The tip is so perfect and pinky red while the skin is so milky. It's decently sized and it twitches like a bitch." Patrick complimented. Henry blushed at the praise of his one organ, he never thought he would ever hear that come from anyone's mouth. "It's not even nasty looking- I wonder if it cums cutely!"

"Patrick, what the hell does that even mean!?"

"Like, how much does does it cum? If I sucked your dick, would it be a little bit or-!"

"Patrick, shut the hell up!" Henry said, embarrassed by his words.

Patrick gave gave an evil grin and his finger tap Henry's sensitive tip. Henry jolted, a spark of pleasure waving over him, his hips involuntarily twitch forward, his body seeking more of the delightful pleasure.

"Oh my! Henry, you're so sensitive..." Patrick slurred a tease, his finger making circles around the head of Henry's cock. Henry would respond immediately, his hips bucking and his body shivering with the pleasing sensation. Patrick was pleased, his hand wrapped around Henry's shaft as his thumb glided along every vein as he stroked him.

Soft moans and small grunts poured from his mouth, keeping himself quiet as they were in a school bathroom. Patrick smiled wickedly, watching Henry's face change from the pleasure but mostly at the way Henry's length twitched and throbbed in his hand.

Patrick gets close to Henry's ear, his mouth right under his earlobe as he spreads kisses around that area.

"You're so pretty like this... I wanna fuck you until you're screaming for me to stop..." He murmured. Henry scoffed, not weakening to the praise Patrick gave him but Patrick knew Henry liked it.

"Moan for me, Henry... I wanna hear you..." Patrick whispered, nibbling on Henry's earlobe before his hand sped up on Henry's cock. Henry's back arched lightly, pushing their bodies closer. His moans became a bit louder, whiny and desperate, his hip rocked lightly, seeking the pleasure.

Patrick snickered lowly, his hand slowing letting go of Henry's wrists which Henry replied with not fighting back. Patrick leaned in and kissed Henry, licking the seam of his lips for entrance that Henry eagerly let.

Their tongues danced, their bodies moved together in a provocative tango. Patrick's hand started to slow down, pulling away and panting lightly. Henry's eyes looked into Patrick's, a hint of disgust and shame shimmered in his eyes but we're clouded by lust.

"Mmm... Turn, Henry." Patrick said before looking into Henry's eyes. Henry looked confused by the sudden change.

"Hell no-"

Patrick was quick to change the position, spinning Henry around and shoving the side of Henry's face into the wall. His other hand went to position Henry's backside, making him present to Patrick. Patrick smirked and got close to Henry's ear.

"Now... I'll play nice if you be nice..." He said. Henry was going to answer but his breath hitched as he felt a hard lump press on his ass.

"Hockstetter..." Henry said, speechless and emotions laid out everywhere before him.

Patrick snickered as a response. "Sorry... You just get me so excited..." He growled.

Patrick then pressed his hips forward, rubbing himself on Henry's backside and earning himself a soft groan from the blonde. Henry took a second, trying to understand what the hell was happening as Patrick grinded on him.

Patrick's free hand glided down Henry's side and then to his hip, his cold fingers sliding past the helm of his shirt to feel the skin of Henry's hip. Henry shivered at Patrick's touch, a small moan coming out from his mouth.

"You're so warm..." Patrick murmured, his hand slid down farther, his fingers going to the waistband of Henry's jeans and boxers, pulling them down; watching them drop to the tile floor. Henry gasped lightly, surprised that Patrick was bold enough to expose him, even if Patrick was always that bold.

Patrick licked his lips immediately, his hand went to trace the curve of Henry's ass. Henry jolted at the touch, getting goosebumps.

"Hockstetter... Get your hands off me..." Henry whispered, finally saying something but it was too late for Henry. Patrick let out a low cackle that was followed by the sound of a zipper.

"Don't worry..." Patrick said.

"What the hell are you doing...?" Henry immediately asked, he was going to move but the feeling of something warm and hard stopped his movements completely; frozen in shock. Patrick's cock laid on Henry's ass cheek, it twitched lightly, showing how much he craved for Henry.

"You feel that, don't you?" He purred, his breath ghosting on Henry's neck.

"Relax for me..." Patrick giggled.

"P-patrick! What are you doing!?" Henry asked, his voice stuttering in fear. Patrick didn't answer, his hand left Henry's hip and to Henry's hole, his fingers circled round the entrance, a smirk on his face.

"G-god- Patrick..." Henry said, speechless and terrified, he wouldn't admit to that though. Patrick's finger pushed in slightly, adding a bit of pressure.

"How's that feel, Henry...?" Patrick asked, his voice a bit more gentle, like he cared. Henry's body trembled, if he wouldn't admit he was scared, then his body would. Henry's breath quickened, the pleasure was new and weird, he didn't like it.

Henry didn't answer. Patrick frowned lightly but continued, pushing his finger in slowly, earning a gasp from Henry. Patrick grinned, his finger started a slow rhythm, in and out of Henry's tight hole. Henry's body shook, grunts and gasps filling the bathroom stall as Henry didn't know how to feel about the pleasure.

"You sound so sweet..." Patrick whispered, his finger speeding up, even if Henry was in discomfort. Henry's body jolts and his body shudders lightly, he let out a soft sob of a moan. Patrick snickered, finding Henry to be amusing, he pushed his finger in deeper, wanting to push Henry over the edge.

"Feel it? Moan, bitch... Come on... You can handle..." Patrick said, wanting to feel something from hearing Henry sound so desperate. And as Patrick commanded, Henry gave in. A moan escaped Henry's lips, his body instantly reacted, his body pushing back to seek more of the pleasure.

Patrick gladly gave him more, adding yet another finger and letting his nails dig at Henry's walls, his hand quickened it's speed. Patrick hummed along with Henry's moans, his member throbbing with the need to ravage Henry. Patrick sighed lightly before pulling his fingers out. Henry panted, his body trembling from the lingering pleasure coursing through his body.

"Do you think you're ready for me, Henry?" Patrick muttered. The options were not options, rather an easy way of asking a command.

"N-No... I-I..." Henry whimpered. He knew he was done for when Patrick spoke just a word, he knew Patrick was going to fuck him, he knew Patrick was going to take his virginity—whether he liked it or not.

Patrick could feel Henry's fear but didn't wait for Henry and pressed his tip to the lazily prepared entrance of Henry's anus. Henry didn't even fight back, knowing that even if he tried, Patrick would put him in his place.

"Please... Fucking hell, please..." Henry whimpered in fear, pleading for Patrick to have some sympathy. Patrick looked down, stopping his actions as he purposingly hesitated.

"Why, Henry? Give me a good reason." Patrick requested, but the tone was more of a teasing command.

Henry actually wondered, he actually thought this time. He skimmed in his brain of all the possible excuses he could use to get himself out of this situation or in a better situation.

"B-Be gentle! Please, please Patrick!" Henry begged, his face flushing with humiliation and embarrassment. Patrick seemed a bit stunned by the begging, the desperation did not go unnoticed to Patrick's ears, but Patrick smirked wickedly.

Patrick gripped Henry's hip, holding the base of his cock as he positioned himself. Henry whimpered, naturally becoming scared and weary of Patrick giving any kind of mercy.

"Hold still." Patrick muttered, his tone a bit calm as he pushed past the ring of muscle. Henry gasped and his nails dug into the bathroom stall wall, he sucked in his breath. Patrick slowly but surely pushed his dick all the way inside until his hips were flush to Henry's ass and his cock filled Henry to the hilt.

Henry's legs trembled, having trouble standing still. To Henry's surprise however, Patrick let's go of the back of Henry's head and wraps his arm around Henry's waistline and put his left hand to the wall right beside Henry's left hand as Henry pushed himself up to be comfortable. Henry felt a bit of his weight be carried so he was both comfortable and so that he could stand.

"Are you ready?" Patrick asked, though it didn't sound commanding or emotionless. Henry hesitated to answer at first, but then spoke with a shaky tone.

"Yeah..." Henry mumbled.

Patrick's grip tightened as he started to grind his hips against Henry's ass, seeking to get Henry ready before pulling his hips back and thrusting in. Henry gasps and he bites his lip, keeping in the pathetic moans that he definitely didn't want to let out.

Patrick pressed his mouth to the back of Henry's neck, kissing the milky tan skin as he started a rhythm with his hips to thrust then grind against Henry's ass. Henry, finally able to adjust and handle, felt pleasure stream through his veins. The sounds of Henry's enjoyment filled the small stall, mixing with the sound of Patrick's groaning.

Patrick, unable to control himself, speeds up with need. His teeth graze Henry's neck, nibbling and biting as he pounds into Henry. Henry gasps and whines, his body shaking against Patrick's as he moaned. His back arched, his eyes narrow in ecstasy as within minutes, Henry reaches the pinnacle of pleasure.

Cum shoots from his tip and lands onto the ground, making a pool of sticky white liquid. Henry mewls and pants as Patrick continues to thrust, chasing his own orgasm.

"Such a good boy, Henry..." Patrick whispered before he sucks on Henry's neck, leaving hickeys in very noticable places. His hips snap and slam into Henry's ass with no hint of mercy. Henry can only reply by babbling incoherent words for Patrick to use to get off to.

Within the with span of three to five minutes, (or if Henry were to explain it, 'an eternity') Patrick's body shudders with the force of his orgasm, burying himself deep inside Henry before busting a load into Henry's well-fucked hole.

The two pant and stay still, both cooling from their high and secretly enjoying themselves as they were so close together. Patrick sits up as starts to trace sketches on Henry's back, making Henry hum with contentment. Patrick loved it when Henry was like this, his orgasm hitting so hard that he was a whole different person.

"How was that, Henry?" Patrick said, breaking the silence.

"Mh..." Henry hums. "Alright..."

"Thought so." Patrick said, knowing it meant he did a good job.

Patrick slowly pusled himself out of Henry, helping Henry stand even as Henry whined about his lower back. As Patrick sat Henry down on the toilet seat after helping Henry pull up his pants, Henry turned to face Patrick, looking up and scoffing. Patrick only snickered and smiled as he looked down at Henry's embarrassed face.

"I love you, Henry." Patrick muttered as he looks at Henry.

"Alright." Henry mumbled as he rolled his eyes.

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Patrick laid his back on his headboard while he was slightly undressed, Henry followed being just as naked, the two were wearing socks and boxers.

Henry sat on Patrick's lap, enjoying the position which wasn't out of the ordinary since Henry seemed to have a fondness for sitting on Patrick's lap ever since they were together. Patrick didn't mind whatsoever and actually though Henry was no big problem for him, there were no issues. Except for one.

Henry always wanted to be pleased instead of pleasing. Henry was not one for blow jobs, unless it was by someone else giving him a sloppy toppy, but him sucking off someone else was a whole different ball game. Patrick would always think that Henry was tripping at times, saying how it wasn't that bad and it can be enjoyable but Henry would always interrupt and gag at even thinking of himself sucking dick.

It was revolting, he would explain. Everytime Patrick heard those words, Patrick would just plan to make Henry get on his knees one day and blow him off.

"Henry..." Patrick whispered softly as he grinded his hips upward on Henry's ass. Henry blushed in response, leaning down to get their faces close together.

"What...?" Henry asked softly. In the privacy of Henry's room, Henry seemed to be way nicer and more soft.

"I want you to do something for me..." Patrick mumbled as he gripped Henry's, digging his nails in. "I want to see your pretty mouth around my cock..."

Henry's immediate reaction was a disgusted face. Henry backed up a bit in surprise and disgust, the thought of dick in his mouth made him want to throw up, but Patrick's pleasing face that was so alluring.

"I don't know how to suck dick..." Henry mumbled.

"I know... I'll show you how if you try." Patrick offered and Henry hesitated.

Henry didn't reply immediately as he felt Patrick's dick harden against his ass, his body ran warm as he felt it and he knew he had to stop being a pussy and try.

"Ok..." Henry mumbled before he got off of Patrick's lap and to the floor right at the edge of the bed on his knees.

Patrick followed back sitting on the edge of the bed and awaiting for Henry to be comfortablely situated. Henry settled between Patrick's manspread and looked up, making Patrick blush at how submissive Henry looked.

"Now... It's pretty easy but just suck and keep your teeth out of the way." Patrick said as he pulled his boxers down just enough so his hardened length would slip out and fling. "Make sure to use your tongue..."

Henry nodded before taking hold of the base, licking his chap lips, and opening his mouth to take in the tip. He ran his tongue over the slit and around the foreskin, sucking and doing as told by Patrick.

Patrick's hand rested on Henry's hair, tightening his grip on the strands tangled in his fingers when Henry would send bolts of pleasure through him. Patrick wanted more and pushed Henry's head down just a bit, giving a subtle movement to show he wanted more.

Henry grumbles and takes more into his mouth, feeling his mouth stretch to accommodate Patrick's shaft in his mouth. Henry sucked and kept his tongue in the way of his teeth for them not to scrap at Patrick's veins.

Patrick groaned, his head tilting back as he surrendered to the pleasure. He thrusted his hips up in a slow motion as he pushed Henry's head down, keeping his head still as he pushed his tip into Henry's tightening throat.

Henry gaged, tears building in his eyes from his reflex. He pushed his head up to no avail as Patrick kept him still.

"Keep going... God..." Patrick groaned, feeling Henry's warm mouth and resisting throat around his throbbing cock was pleasurable and desired. "Keep sucking... Don't be a pussy..."

Henry gagged and tried his best to continue sucking. He swirled his tongue and his teeth seemed to uncontrollably start to caress Patrick's veins, making Patrick jolt at times. His nails dug into Patrick's calfs as he wrenched on Patrick's length.

Patrick savored the sounds, the pain, the pleasure, feeling something for once. He grunted softly, looking down at Henry who struggled on his cock, burning his desire hotter. The sight was enough to make him cum without even touching himself.

"I'm close, baby... Just a little more..." Patrick muttered before his hips thrusted deep once or twice until he came deep down Henry's throat.

This is where he let go of Henry's head and Henry pulled back immediately, feeling squirts of cum splatter on his face. He had the taste of skin and salt plastered and stained on his tongue, making him feel disgusted.

"Good boy..." Patrick sighed softly as he looked down at Henry's face, messed with his cum as Henry panted.

Henry looked up at Patrick, making Patrick cup Henry's cheek and smear the white substance on his cheek.

"Holy shit... Never thought you'd look so good with cum on your face." Patrick snickered. "Especially mine..."

"Whatever..." Henry huffed, too tired to be mad and too embarrassed to argue. He secretly liked the dynamic of being somewhat submissive.

Patrick could read Henry's face and smirked wickedly. He looked over to the bedside table and pulled out a few napkins from the dresser drawer. He started to wipe off Henry's face, making Henry squeeze his eyes shut.

"You did so good for it being your first time..." Patrick whispered as he threw the soiled napkins into the small trashcan by Henry's bedside table.

"Eh... It felt weird..." Henry mumbled as he stood up and got into Patrick's lap instinctively.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Patrick whispered into Henry's ear.

Henry's didn't answer and clung to Patrick, making Patrick's back lay on the soft sheets. Patrick slid his hands down Henry's back before ending at his own boxers, sliding his flaccid length back into his underwear. Patrick held Henry just as tight as Henry just laid their on top of Patrick.

"Yeah..." Henry finally responded, his voice a bit raspy. He nuzzles his face in Patrick's neck.

Patrick sighed as he felt Henry's chest to his, their breath even as Patrick felt Henry's hot breath against his skin. Patrick just enjoyed himself as Henry was vulnerable, savoring the way Henry melted against him.

Patrick continued to praise and comfort Henry. Patrick may have seemed to not have a heart but Patrick seemed to have a soft spot for the blonde and Henry seemed to have a soft spot for the raven hair.

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What a nice time to be sick in the middle of summer break, it was great and to say the least; Henry was going through hell. He was tired but he couldn't sleep, he had a runny nose and no matter how many times he blew it, it continued to drool down. Not just that, his head throbbed non-stop and his body hurt so bad that it felt impossible to move. What the fuck did he catch?

To think about that answer would probably be the best way to spend his time because there was no way he was going to do something else. That was until his bedroom door slammed open.

"What's up, sickly!" Patrick snickered in a loud voice, closing the door behind him and plopping himself down on the edge of Henry's bed.

Henry grumbled, his headache spiking against his skull. He rolled over, slow enough to make a slug feel fast.

"How the fuck did you get in...?" Henry mumbled.

"Just a little pick-n-lock." Patrick brushed off the subject. "How are you, hubby?"

"Hm." Henry hummed softly, not in the mood to cuss Patrick out. And, to be brutally honest, he needed some cheesy romance.

"Awh, baby..." Patrick teased, leaning over and cupping Henry's pale cheek. "You look so ill... And weak..."

The words hit Henry a bit hard, but Henry knew that was Patrick's love. It was hard to accept but it wasn't hard when the two were just as crazy as the other.

"Stop..." Henry mumbled, sighing and closing his eyes.

Henry then felt chap lips connect to his own. Realistically, if he wasn't sick, he would have smacked or punched the shit out of Patrick but he instead just melted against his bedsheets.

"Mmm..." Henry moaned into the kiss, his eyes opening to a narrow as Patrick slipped his tongue into his mouth.

"I'll get you sick..." Henry mumbled, which all Patrick did was explore Henry's mouth further with his tongue.

"Too bad." Patrick pulled back slightly and licked his lips, whispering, "I like the taste of infection..."

Henry softly scoffed and Patrick crashed their lips back together. Patrick caressed Henry's cheek as he pulled away Henry's blanket, settling himself between Henry's willingly spread legs.

"You are so submissive when you're sick..." Patrick growled as he pulled away, sliding his hands down Henry's burning body. "I might just give you a reward..."

Henry moaned softly as Patrick touched him, feeling Patrick's fingers curl around his waistband and slid the loose fabric of his boxers down. Though, Henry gasped as Patrick's lips pressed to the smooth skin of his hip.

"Fuck..." Henry swore, his breath heaving as he panted.

His eyes fluttered closed, letting Patrick handle him which he was thankful for as he felt his hardened cock hit the cool air of the room. It became even more pleasurable as Patrick's cold hand wrapped around the sensitive skin of his penis.

Patrick kissed down, past the v-line and extremely close to the heated skin that was pulsing with arousal. Patrick's hand slides up and down Henry's dick, painfully slow strokes that kept Henry on edge.

Henry's breath came out in soft rags, his hips gently twitching upwards into Patrick's hand as Patrick continued to tease him. He sniffed and whimpered at times, unable to handle the mix of body pain and pleasure.

"Stop whining, baby..." Patrick whispered, his breath right over his tip. "I won't leave you hard..."

With that, Henry felt wet mouth around him and a hot swirling tongue to add. Henry's back arched and he coughed, not expecting all that, which Patrick did not relent and took Henry all the way into his mouth.

"P-Patrick! Holy shit..." Henry gasped, whimpering loudly and pressed his hips up into Patrick's mouth. To say the least, the pain of his sickness was no longer in control.

He could feel himself in Patrick's throat, the way Patrick clenched around him; it was intoxicating. That was until Patrick pulled out slowly, making him shiver.

"Do you wanna be fucked, Henry...?" Patrick whispered, his words soft with a lisp of sadism. "Tell me, baby, tell me you want me inside of you..."

Henry, too into the moment, nods softly. He was already panting and seeking air since his nose was too clogged to let any in

"P-Please..." Henry begged. "Fuck me... Please..."

All he heard was a scoff and then the rustling of clothes. Henry knew exactly what this was and he was ready for the absolute pain Patrick was about to bring upon him.

"I don't have any lube..." Patrick whispered. "Do you have any?"

Surprisingly, Henry didn't expect Patrick to ask that. He, with a lazy movement, pointed to his bedside table that had a small drawer. Patrick leans over Henry's chest and pulls out the half used bottle of lube, which he quickly lathers his fingers and begins to prepare Henry.

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"Are you ready for me...?" Patrick asked as he whispered in Henry's ear.

With a shaky breath, Henry answers. "Mhm... Please be gentle..."

"I'll try."

Patrick's hand settled on Henry's thigh, gripping tightly as he used his other hand to guide his cock into Henry's entrance. Henry gently grips onto Patrick as he felt the stretch of Patrick's cock sliding into him, which wasn't that painful as Patrick had properly prepared him.

"Don't worry, it will feel so nice, you'll be begging for me to go faster." Patrick growled, his hands moving to Henry's hips as he pulled himself out and thrust back in.

His starting thrusts were slow and deliberate, making Henry shiver and whimper with each one. Henry held onto Patrick as their chests were pressed and Henry's cock rubbed against Patrick's abdomen.

"Such a good boy... Moan for me." Patrick snickered and the force behind his thrusts became more powerful, but not too much to be rough, just enough to crave into Henry's prostate.

"Mh~ Patrick..." Henry moaned into Patrick's shoulder, his back arching as each thrust hit that sweet spot inside of him. It was enough to make him go crazy.

"I-Im close... Fuuuck..." Henry groaned.

Henry was never the type to last long because he has only done one chick in his life and the rest of it was experimenting with Patrick and straight up being in a relationship with the guy.

Patrick's hand legs go of one of Henry's hips, sliding between their flushed bodies and beginning to stroke Henry—as he kept thrusting.

Henry didn't know how to react and all that happened was Henry busting between their bodies, cum splattering against his own chest and Patrick's shirt.

"Good boy..." Patrick giggled, sitting up and gripping Henry's thighs, watching his cock slip in and out of Henry's hole.

"Can you take more?" Patrick asked, slowing down his thrusts. "Will you let me?"

Before Henry could answer, Patrick embraced Henry and pressed his hips flush against Henry.

"Please?"

That was the first time Henry had heard Patrick ever beg for something from him—that was except for the pleading for drugs. Henry wrapped his arms around Patrick's upper torso.

"Mhm..." Henry hummed, giving in.

Without any waste of time, Patrick pulled all the way out of Henry and slammed back into him, causing Henry to tense in Patrick's arms.

The repetitive action of Patrick pounded into Henry—with a slight hesitance for his health—felt pretty nice. First, Patrick was actually fucking him with love and care. Secondly, it didn't hurt.

"Patrick...! G-God..." Henry moaned, which was quieted as Patrick connected their lips.

Their teeth scraped together, their tongues tangling, and Henry's moans were muffled. Patrick moved his face to his neck, stuffing himself in the supple skin as Henry could feel the panting breath of Patrick.

Soon enough, Patrick's movements falter; his hips twitching as he stuffed himself inside of Henry and jammed a hot load into Henry.

Henry pants softly, feeling Patrick fill him. The feeling was addictive and always made him wonder why he wouldn't just beg for more. Henry's grip loosens that slightest and looks at Patrick's rising head.

"Thank you..." Henry mumbled, his cheeks flushed—and not just because of the sickness.

"Mh." Patrick hummed and kept himself in Henry.

Patrick's grip tightened and he rolled over, Henry laying on top of Patrick. Henry's breath hitched, his eyes staring into Patrick's as the two couldn't resist each other.

Their lips dance together, starting slow and turning rough within seconds. Patrick couldn't get his tongue out of Henry's mouth, sliding against Henry's and the roof of his mouth.

Even if germs were passed, Patrick wouldn't give a fuck and Henry was too sick to resist.

"I love you..." Henry mumbled in the kiss.

"Love you too..." Patrick whispered.

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His cock slid in and out of him, Henry's back arching as if to get more from him. His hands gripped the bedding under himself, their eyes locked as if the rough fucking wasn't enough.

"Fuck, Henry..." Patrick groaned.

One of his hands—that pinned Henry down onto the bed—moved to intertwine with one of Henry's bed-clenched ones. Patrick leaned down, his movements unyielding as he began to nibble on Henry's upper neck.

His teeth dug into Henry's skin, making Henry wrap his legs around Patrick's torso. Henry moaned and panted into Patrick's ear, pleading for Patrick to give him what he wanted as Patrick lavished his neck in lovebites.

"Not yet..." Patrick whispered as his thrusts slowed down however, keeping the deep penetration.

Patrick moved down to Henry's collar bone and didn't hesitate to began leaving hickeys and marks all around the area. Henry's grip on Patrick's hand tightened, his body trembling with a needy manner.

Patrick pressed his body to Henry's, leaning up as he pulled back out and slammed back into the beloved blonde. He earned a held back scream, his breath hitching as Patrick kept up the speed—it was enough to keep the headboard to thud against the back wall and keep Henry screaming.

Sweat dripped from Patrick's exposed skin, his raven hair silky and wet. His hips ached slightly as it was a lot to take Henry—the build up was a lot because Henry didn't listen.

"I-Im close...!"

The words shove Patrick out of his thoughts as he hears Henry declare his climax, which Patrick knew Henry shouldn't have done. Without a word, he gives his all for Henry, but he didn't intend to give Henry exactly what he wanted.

"Hold it."

His voice was needy for obedience as he commanded Henry and in the moment, Henry nodded eagarly.

The sight before him was enough to make anyone bust, he was lucky to be able to whip Henry into shape. It was like homework and studying.

Henry strained heavily as he holds in his release, his balls tensing as Patrick continued to ravange his body—which he didn't do much to get him to stop. Patrick looked pleased and then suddenly pulled out of Henry, leaving the boy empty and hungry.

Rolling on the mattress and positioning Henry on his hands and knees before he pressed down on Henry's upper back, wanting him face down. Patrick was sure Henry needed a little fucking practice.

Henry groaned with slight annoyance, elongating his spine and raising his ass into the air—his face fluffed in a pillow.

Henry looked like a fucking slide of lemon cake—his favorite.

Patrick caresses Henry's ass cheek then spreading them with his thumb to see the puffy rim of Henry's stretch anus.

"Stop staring and fuck me." Henry grumbles and he presses his ass back.

Patrick hums and he positioned himself, pressing his tip to Henry's needy hole. He teased the already gaping entrance before sliding in with ease.

Henry tensed underneath him but he didn't care as he pressed his hips to Henry's ass and began to give Henry what he wanted, straight pounding.

He leaned over Henry's back, kissing and biting down Henry's spine. His arm comes around and his hand presses to the bare skin of Henry's chest—his finger rubbing over Henry's budding nipple.

Henry pressed his ass back, his breath ragged and his moans loud—although strained and muffled.

Patrick's nails dig into Henry's hips, leaving bruises that Henry would bitch him out later for. It's not like his dad didn't give him bruises all the time.

With an adjusted move of his hips, he pulls all the way out and begins to slowly slide back in and shallowly fuck him. Henry whines underneath him but he didn't doesn't react.

Patrick hums softly, enjoying the way Henry's walls engulfed his heated flesh—inroxicating. His thumb and pointer finger pinch Henry's nipple, turning and making Henry tremble and hiss.

"Good boy..." Patrick whispered, his hand on Henry's hip moving to rub the plump of Henry's rear end.

He sinks his teeth into the flesh on Henry's shoulder, making Henry yelp softly and grunt—Patrick was fucking addicted.

The overwhelming need to fuck the shit out of Henry lays on the edge of his mind, a thought that he desperately wanted to do but nothing was fun without thrill.

"Say my name, Henry." Patrick said.

Without any hesitation, Henry whimpered Patrick's name as Patrick abused Henry's one nipple. Patrick slowly began to speed up, enjoying the way his name spilled out rhythmicly with each thrust he gave.

"P-Patrick~ Mmm! Patrick!"

Patrick felt his gut pool a warm heat, groaning as the pleasure was getting a bit hard to control as his hips stuttered. Patrick let go of Henry's nipple, leaning back up so he came find a better angle for Henry.

With ease, he hits a sensitive area and Patrick was quick to abuse it. Henry wailed his name, tears soaking the pillow, and sweat gently coating the sheets.

"Ya' close, baby?" Patrick snickers softly as he didn't slow down this time.

"Mhm! Y-Yes, please! F-Fuck me, Patrick!"

Patrick only listens to the few main words as he is practically devoured by the sensation of Henry tightening around him. Henry came untouched, just how Patrick liked it.

He didn't bother to looked at the mess that stained Patrick's mattress, it was not like Patrick cared anyways.

Despite all of this, Patrick continued to fuck the shit out of Henry's organs, his tip carving into his rectum. With a few last strokes of raw skin on skin, Patrick pressed his skin flush to Henry's and let himself bust a load into Henry's quivering hole—painting the area of Henry's walls.

Henry sobbed, sniffing as he seemed a bit too weak to settle himself. Patrick liked Henry like that, overstimulated and crying.

Patrick, even as his high lingered in his head, caressed Henry's sweaty hair.

"You did such a good job, such a good slut." Patrick purred softly. "You were such a good boy and Daddy is proud of you..."

Henry's breath noticeablely hitches and Patrick pulls out of him, rolling Henry over. He laid down next to the blonde and snickered, sat up slightly so he could press his lips to Henry's.

He felt Henry's soft lips against his chapped ones. He slid tongue in forcefully and Henry moaned, cupping Patrick's cheek, which Patrick just continued to explore the male's mouth.

"You totally get an A for being so obedient..." Patrick whispered as he pulled back slightly.

"Hm..." Henry hummed.

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All fucking day. All fucking day Patrick had been smoking his lungs away without him and when he finally comes over willingly, Patrick barely talks to him.

Henry was fucking pissed and annoyed, though the fact Patrick was high meant Patrick wasn't in the right mind—or whatever mind Patrick has normally.

He got up from the beanbag and got onto the bed, right next to Patrick who had been sucking down an almost complete blunt. With a idea in mind, Henry looks at Patrick's body.

Moving from his placement, Henry slowly settled himself on top of the shirtless Patrick, his bruised up and beaten fingers shallowly trembling against the hot skin of Hockstetter's bare chest. Henry had been slightly freaking out as he meets eyes with the one he was on top of, looking into Patrick's dull and intoxicated eyes.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

With a hum, Henry felt Patrick's body shift under him, feeling the way Patrick's bulge pressed against his clothed ass—Patrick was obviously needy.

Patrick raised his hand to take a drag on the small roach, raising an eyebrow as he seemed to ask Henry if he wanted some, but Henry declined with a simple shake of his head.

Leaning in, Henry began to pepper kisses up and around Patrick's shoulder and neck, which Patrick tilted his head back. Henry heard Patrick blow out the smoke and cough, which Henry just continued to lavish his neck.

"Are you sure you're going to be able to fuck me...?" Henry whispered against Patrick's skin.

Their was silence as Patrick seemed out of it and Henry didn't mind that so much, he was finally fucking quiet. With an adjustment of his hips, Henry grinded downwards as the tents in their boxers touched.

"Probably." Patrick said as he lifted his hand and pressed the roach to his ashtray, putting it out before placing his hands on Henry's hips.

Henry nodded and quietly panted, rolling his hips in a slow fashion as Patrick watched him. His hands cupped Patrick's cheeks as he rose his head and pressed his lips to Patrick's.

Henry immediately felt Patrick try to get in his mouth, which his eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth just enough for their tongues to go ahead and mix together like a smoothie. Pressed chests and grinding hips, Henry slides one of his hands down Patrick's body and slipping under Patrick's waistband to his boxers.

Patrick let out a groan as Henry reached his destination, gripping the shaft, moving his body to the side a bit before stroking up and down.

Patrick's hands move from Henry's hips to the waistband of Henry's boxers, sitting up and switching positions with a quick movement. Henry lets go and lays on his back, letting Patrick finally take the lead.

"So fucking needy..." Patrick grumbles under his breath. "Do you want me to fuck you that bad?"

Patrick was obviously high. He was a bit slow with his movements, around his eyes were redden, and he stunk of marijuana. None of that bothered Henry though.

"Mhm." Henry hummed.

There was silence again, which was only filled with fabric moving as Patrick and Henry stripped their remaining clothes, letting them drop to join the others.

With a lean down from Patrick, with his lips to Henry's ear, Patrick said something. "From the front?" Patrick whispered.

"Nah." Henry whispered back, though hesitating to answer next. "The back."

Normally, Patrick would whine because Patrick didn't like the fact he couldn't see Henry's face but Patrick was too high to care.

Patrick only hummed and rolled back on his heels, letting Henry get into the desired position. Patrick came back, gently gripping Henry's hips as he rubbed the boy's sides, watching as Henry fixed himself.

"God damn... You look like a fucking snack." Patrick snickered softly and scooched back to get a better look at the heart shape.

Henry just blushed, getting his face snuggled into a pillow he had his arms wrapped around. But, he jolted softly as he felt Patrick's thumbs open his ass cheeks, feeling Patrick's thumb gently rub his hole.

"Ya' clean?" Patrick asked.

"Mhm." Henry hummed.

As Henry hummed, Patrick seemed to not even hesitate. Henry sighed softly, feeling Patrick line his tongue over his anus, making his body frill with pleasure and goosebumps.

Patrick's mouth worked out his entrance, feeling Patrick force his tongue inside, making Henry whine. When the fingers joined, Henry hissed at the burning pain of the stretch, which Patrick would caress the plump of his butt as comfort—his mouth was too distracted.

Henry was getting harder and harder as Patrick worked him out, stretching him so sex was smooth enough without lube. Patrick's finger slid deeper, finally landing a hit on the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of his tightness.

Henry gasped as Patrick pressed on his wall, his body pressing back despite how surprising it was to feel the immediate sensation. Patrick seemed to notice and continued to press and jab, making Henry tremble and moan.

Patrick's mouth pulled away, licking his lips and continuing to curl his fingers inside of Henry. As he did so, he continued to try and stretch Henry, knowing he was slightly bigger than average.

Raising his ass high, Henry groaned and grunted softly as Patrick mixed the feelings of pain and pleasure just enough to balance the sensations. With that, Patrick slowed down and slid his fingers out and wiping them on the bed.

Patrick positioned himself, knowing Henry was feeling empty by the sounds of Henry's whining. Patrick laid his shaft right on the puffy ring, watching as Henry eagerly raised his ass high.

"Fucking hell, Henry." Patrick whispered, kneading Henry's ass cheek as he slid them from Henry's hips. "I'm going to fucking ruin you..."

With one of Patrick's hands, he guilded his tip into the blonde's hole, feeling the tight resistance that made him groan at the feeling. As hip pressed against ass, Henry let out a heavy sigh, trying to relax himself as his muscles were tense and squeezing the life out of Patrick's pulsating cock.

"God, Henry, you're so fucking tight..." Patrick sniffed softly and leaned down to lick up Henry's spine. "So fucking perfect... Good lord..."

"Patrick..." Henry whined as Patrick wouldn't shut up about his ass and his ass hole.

Patrick placed his hands on either sides of Henry, grinding his hips forward a bit before he gave Henry what he wanted. Immediately, Henry felt a spike of pleasure run through him as Patrick pulled out and pressed back in.

Patrick took a second before starting up a deliberate and slow pace, enjoying the sensation of his tip hitting the mushy parts of Henry's rectum.

"Mh... Mh... Mmmm." Henry moaned with each thrust, drooling a bit at the feeling of Patrick's shaft and veins trailing along his prostate.

"You sound so good, Henry." Patrick whispered as he gripped the bed. "Just get a little louder, baby..."

As Patrick said that, Patrick sped up and aimed his cock deeper. His hips began to pound against Henry's ass, the sound of skin slapping together filled the room.

Henry's back arched more, his arms clutching the pillow as he pressed his ass back. He gasped and choked on his moans, loud and vocal enough to be heard from three walls away.

Patrick pants, his forehead getting sweaty as he also let out deep groans from the way Henry's walls clenched around him like a death grip.

Henry's eyes closed as Patrick's hips crooked and aimed at his sensitivity, his body jolted heavily and his cock twitched. Henry's moans became screams, loudly whimpering into the pillow. Patrick smirked as he heard Henry's climax, watching as the blonde twitched and shuddered underneath him.

Staining the bedsheets, Henry's cum splattered from his cock, dripping slowly as his orgasm subsided—even if the pleasure lingered.

Patrick continued to move, which didn't last long as his hips faltered and stuttered, his hips pressing flush to Henry's ass as he busted a hot load into Henry's needy hole. He collapsed against Henry's back, which Henry held Patrick's spent body up.

"G-Get off..." Henry whined, which Patrick chuckled and pulled out, rolling onto his back.

Henry lowered his ass and sat himself to his side. Patrick turned towards him instinctively and looked at Henry's tired face, which Patrick loved to see, even if he was high out of his mind at the moment.

"We need to have sex more when you smoke." Henry said. "You finally fuck.me like you mean it."

"Hush. At least I fuck you and tell you I love you afterwards, unlike what you did with Beverly." Patrick brought up, smirking softly.

"Whatever. She was just a toy."

"Exactly. You're not a toy, you're mine."

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You're welcome 🩷

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December 1st, 12:00.

Henry looked over to Patrick who was on his phone. The two were under the blanket and going to sleep, it was a secret sleep over since Henry's dad didn't know Patrick was over.

Henry shuffled to turn around, shifting to cling to Patrick. That had caught Patrick's attention, making Patrick look away from his phone and to Henry.

"Yes?" Patrick asked as he seemed slightly impatient.

Henry resisted the urge to poke Patrick in both his sockets, sitting up and looking at Patrick who seemed to go back at looking at his phone. Henry grumbled under his breath.

Henry slid himself on top of Patrick slowly, looking down to meet eyes with the raven. Patrick had reacted by smirking and setting his phone down, sitting up and leaning in.

"Oh, you fucking slut." Patrick growled before he pushed his lips into Henry's.

Their lips moved in a slow and sensual fashion despite the sexual tension in the room. Henry kissed back, wrapping his arms around Patrick's neck while Patrick had begun to slide his hands underneath Henry's shirt.

Patrick's cold hands leave goosebumps in their wake, Henry's nipples hardening. Like an instinct, Patrick's fingers had begun to play with Henry's nipples like a controller, flicking and rubbing his nipples with his thumb, Henry had broken away from the kiss a slightest bit and whimpered.

"Fuck..." Henry grunted softly against Patrick's lips, pulling back fully. "I wanna have sex..."

Patrick's eyes widen and he freezes, his fingers unmoving on his body. Henry grumbled under his breath, getting sexually impatient as he saw Patrick freeze without saying a single word. Suddenly, Henry became uncomfortable—there was something poking at his backside, mainly his asscheek.

Crooking his hips a bit, he looked down to see Patrick's erection straining against his boxers. Henry bit his lip and looked back up to Patrick, who had been out of his frozen haze.

"If you're that needy," Patrick said as he laid down fully. "Go ahead."

Henry's could only blush, his cheeks red and maybe even seeable in the dark room. Patrick was so willingly about it that Henry almost wanted to kiss Patrick, but Henry knew that the two were a bit too horny to indulge in so much foreplay.

Henry wasted no more time, pulling down the band of Patrick's boxers, watching Patrick's cock slip out and fling like one of those doorstoppers—except the doorstopper wasn't that "recoil-y".

"I hope you have lube, babe." Patrick snickered. "Unless you're going to ride me raw. You know I like it when you cry."

Henry sucked his teeth in, glaring at Patrick. "Hell no. I have lube."

"I wonder why?"

Henry just leaned over to the bedside table, opening his drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. As he did so, Patrick had slipped down his boxers all the way and even grabbed onto Henry's waistband. Henry sat back down and looked at Patrick.

"Be patient." Henry said.

"You are such a hypocrite." Patrick commented.

Henry rolled his eyes, setting the lube down onto the sheets and he used Patrick's help to slip off his own boxers. Once off, Henry sat up on his knees a bit while straddling Patrick and picked up the lube bottle.

"Don't prepare yourself," Patrick said. "I wanna feel you around me."

"You'll feel me around you anyways." Henry grumbled as he opened the cap.

"Henry. Just use the lube on my dick." Patrick said.

Henry just pushed his words off but hesitated as he felt Patrick's hands build him to sit back down. Henry huffed, getting annoyed by Patrick's persistence to continue wasting time. Henry just complied and put a generous amount of lube onto his hand before slicking up Patrick's erection.

Patrick's breath hitched as Henry touched his cock, bursts of fireworks ignited in his body. His fingers dug into Henry's hips and he groaned. Henry's cock twitched at that sound and he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

Henry's let go, wiping his hand off on the sheets before raising his hips. Patrick held his cock in place while one hand was on Henry's hip. Henry had begun to lower himself and he gasped, followed by a hiss.

Suddenly, both of Patrick's hands held onto Henry's hips and Patrick's own hips pushed up while Patrick forced Henry down. Henry's eyes widened, holding back a scream of pain, his eyes filling with tears. They drooled down his cheeks and he choked, his eyes shutting closed.

"Just like that," Patrick moaned softly, his cock pulsating against Henry's clenching walls. "Such a good boy... Cry for me."

Patrick bucked his hips up, his eyes set on Henry's face as he demanded Henry to move. Henry sniffed, his heart racing. It hurt but felt so good, especially when Patrick was praising him.

Henry's hips had reluctantly began to roll, turning into bounces as Patrick's grip tightened. Henry held back some moans, his noises whimpered and pained while Patrick was hazy and just absolutely dazed.

Patrick's hips thrusted up with Henry's downwards movements. Henry was breathless, his gripped the bedsheets to the sides of Patrick as he picked up the pace, his breath heavy and his moans somewhat muffled.

"Oh, Patrick..." Henry moaned, his back arching as his tip leaked pre-cum. "I-Im close..."

"Already?" Patrick mumbled and one of his hands slipped down to take hold of Henry's cock, stroking Henry and watching Henry wither on top of him.

Henry's movements had died down and Patrick was there to take over, pounding his hips up into Henry's ass, causing the room to be filled with a skin slapping sound. Within moments, Henry reached his end, his penis shooting ribbons of cum onto Patrick's chest and even to the headboard.

As Henry would cum, Patrick purposely stopped his movements all together, letting Henry deal with the throbbing sensation. Henry just whined and leaned back a bit, panting and softly moaning.

Patrick just messaged Henry's hips, his eyes looking over the plain of Henry's chest. Henry looked at Patrick's face before mumbling a few words.

"You could have warned me." Henry said.

"Eh... It's funner when you don't know." Patrick said.

"When you force me? Yeah, alright buddy." Henry grumbled. "And also, "funner is not a word"."

"Turn around."

"What?"

Patrick's eyes narrowed. "You heard me. I want you to turn around." Patrick repeated. "I wanna see that ass in action while you ride me."

Henry only blushed, he was back to being speechless and flustered. Patrick wanted him turned around?

"If you don't hurry up, I'll just have to take you from the back," Patrick said. "And I know you hate it when you don't get to move your body."

Henry just scoffed, slowly raising his hips for Patrick's slick hard cock to slide out. Henry maneuvers himself, facing away from Patrick and all he felt was Patrick's hands on his ass.

"Fuck yeah." Patrick mumbled as his thumbs opened up his cheeks, causing him to jolt. Patrick's thumb rubbed over his rim, it was sore, making him hiss.

Patrick's hand leaves his cheek, causing him to look back and watch Patrick guild his tip to his entrance. Henry turned back around, sliding his hands up to hold onto Patrick's knees which was met with Patrick pushing his head into his hole.

"Come on, sit down." Patrick growled, which was an unneeded command as Patrick grabbed his hips and forced him back.

Henry gasped and his body tensed, trembling and shuddering softly. He didn't move and which caused Patrick to opened up his cheeks once more and guild Henry.

Henry had begun to move, doing just that. He started off slow, it was a new position, but it quickly turned into a need feast as Henry's rode Patrick in a desperate manner. Patrick groaned and grunted behind him, but his moans were a bit too loud in his own ears to hear.

"You feel so good, Henry..." Patrick mumbled, his hand sliding up to grip his waist.

Henry's hand want down his own body, grabbing hold of his half erect cock, stroking quickly with a grip that was a bit too tight. He moved how Patrick guilded, fast and with a skin on skin impact that was right on the line of forceful—maybe even past it.

Henry was a mess, his moans were everywhere and there was no reason to hide his moans now. If his dad heard, his dad heard. It was worth it.

Suddenly, which Patrick had a habit of, pulled Henry all the way down. Henry felt his insides warm up and he knew exactly what that meant. His head buzzed and his own orgasm ran through him, his cock twitching in his hand like how Patrick's was inside of him.

"Fucking hell... So good." Patrick moaned softly. "So fucking good. God, you're perfect."

Patrick continued to babble, which Henry just tried to relax and breath. Patrick's body came up, his arms wrapping around Henry's waist. Henry didn't pull away like he usually did and just tried to endure the haziness of his lingering orgasm.

However, now that Henry thought about it, it was December 1st. No Nut November was about to send Henry to the hospital with a need for a wheelchair. Patrick was going to ruin him.

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All that was leading up to the point? He couldn't go back, not when Patrick was between his clothed legs and harder than stone. Henry was infact aroused and if he were to take off his pants and boxers, his panties would be soaked, but Patrick didn't know that. He didn't want Patrick to know.

Patrick's tongue was all in his mouth, exploring every crevice. With that, Henry could think about his next moves. Patrick had already tried to take his shirt off, which he had his binder on and he didn't want Patrick knowing. Patrick had eased off when Henry told him to not take off his shirt, which Henry was grateful.

Patrick's mouth pressed harder to Henry's, which Henry pushed in, his eyes closing from their narrow slit.

Patrick was half naked, his shirt was off and his pants were in unbuttoned with a bulge pressed to his boxers. Henry wished he had a dick, to feel what it was like, to be seen as a guy. It was amusing as to how what was in your pants told someone what gender you were.

However, as Henry had begun to slowly melt into desire, Patrick's hands slid down the covered plain of his chest and to his waistline. Henry leaned into Patrick's touch, his tongue swirling around Patrick's as Patrick was unresistible.

Patrick's hands begin to unbuckle and unbuttoned, his hand descending past his boxer. A slight pause had filled the room when Patrick had stopped moving his tongue, pulled back from the kiss. He had found the band to his panties and before Henry could act, Patrick's fingers curl around and dip in just to be met with smooth plain.

Patrick's eyes widen and he immediately looks at Henry. Henry's breath hitched in fear and guilt, he pulls back a bit, Patrick's hand slipping out a bit.

"Shit, I-I..." Henry stammered, drooping his head and turning away to hide the tears. He probably looked sod weak.

"Henry..." Patrick mumbled, but Henry wouldn't let him speak, afraid of what Patrick would think of him now.

"N-No, I'm sorry." Henry said, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "You can go... You can leave. I-I know you're gay and-"

"Henry Bowers." Patrick said, his voice stern and bold as he set the room quiet. "Let me talk, damnit."

Henry finally looked into Patrick's eyes, he saw the mixture of shock and maybe acceptance. He fiddled with his own fingers.

"Look, I'm bisexual, not gay. Firstly, do you really think I care if you were a girl?" Patrick asked as a rhetorical question. "The answer should be no. I'm not dating you to fuck you, or because of your gender, but because of you."

Henry's eyes just widened, he felt his cheeks flush and he felt new tears from in his reddening eyes. "S-So you're not disgusting?"

"Yeah, I'm totally disgusted." Patrick said.

"..."

"Obviously fucking not, Henry." Patrick laughed, leaning in and pressing a kiss on Henry's cheek.

Henry's softly chuckled and reciprocated the kiss by pecking Patrick on the lips. Patrick's hand came up to wipe away his tears, just making Henry give a rare soft smile.

"We don't have to continue." Patrick whispered as he began to do what he does best—cling.

Patrick's arms wrap around Henry's torso, pulled their hips to press together despite Patrick being hard. Patrick hummed softly as he nuzzles his face in Henry's neck—Henry had no choice but to slump and endure. Henry kept the question unanswered, he hasn't decided whether he should have sex or not.

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Butch grumbled as he got out of his car. Luckily, Butch was off of work early, however now he had to go home to his worthless shit of a son and drink himself to death on the couch.

Butch unlocked the front door and he was met with the sound of something banging, causing him to growl under his breath. Had Henry been making a mess in his room again.

He decided to calm down a bit, placing his things down and getting ready to relax when he heard voices. Plural. Voices.

"Good job, you're almost there." The voice was raspy and familiar, however breathy. And then the other's voice was muffled and undescribable.

What the hell was Henry doing? Butch's eye brows frowned and he pulled his beer out of the fridge. He came out of the kitchen and the voices were a bit louder and obviously from Henry's room. Butch didn't remember telling Henry to bring his fuck-up friends around while he wasn't home.

"Good boy, so fucking good..." The voice was breathy and very audible, however Butch couldn't tell who it was.

Butch didn't want to go the wrong way. Henry wasn't a faggot, he couldn't be. He thought he had beaten the gay out of him.

Butch causionsly stepped to the door, opening it the slightest and his eyes were met with a terrifying scene he never thought he would ever see.

Henry was laid on his back, completely naked and uncovered by blanket, having his legs spread wide. Patrick, Henry's friend, was between those spread legs, doing a thrusting motion. They were having sex, gay sex, in his fucking house.

Henry's back arched and the creaking of the bed was loud. Butch could only look in disbelief and straight disgust, he held in a gag to throw up. He turned around, pressing his back to the wall beside the door, and trying to straighten his breath.

However even if Butch was trying to be as quiet as he could, Henry had caught a glimpse of him.

"Patrick- M-My dad is home." Henry's voice was urgent and breathy.

"Does it look like I give a fuck?" Patrick growled.

The slapping noise just got louder and Henry's moans and groans filled Butch's ears, he gagged at that and he closed his ears but he could still fucking hear it.

"You're my boyfriend, fuck what your father sees."

"P-Patrick-!"

"Shut the fuck up and take it like a good fucking boy."

That was enough. Butch had enough and he scrambled his way out of the house, leaning over the porch to begin throwing up his lunch. All he could think in his head was that fact that his son was a faggot, and not a faggot that fucks faggots but a slutty, sinning faggot.

Meanwhile, Henry and Patrick had been finishing off. Patrick was relentlessly pounding into Henry, his thrusts deep and most likely bruising Henry's rectum.

Henry knew he was screwed when Patrick left, he knew he was done for. However, Henry couldn't skip a day when Patrick wanted to fuck.

It was worth it.

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Wet dreams were probably worse than nightmares. Example? Henry has been having wet dreams about Patrick.

He's been had these dreams about his best friend. At first, he thought that they were just harmless dreams but when he started to physically react to them, he knew his brain had a underlying attraction towards the raven.

The dreams consisted of him being in various positions. He could be tied up, blindfolded, or just straight vanilla. Henry would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy some of the dreams.

Unfortunately, since Henry had strongly enjoyed the dreams, he became nervous around Patrick. If he didn't control himself, he would get a boner. Henry's body wasn't very kind to him.

Speaking of which, he was exhausted. Having gym and then having history was probably why boring is a thing. You do something fun and then boom! You're back to sitting and watching a teacher's boobs jiggle as they teach—or a teacher's crotch—which some of his male teachers had been packing.

He crossed his arms, laying his head on his tan skin, and then closing his eyes. It wasn't hard for him to fall asleep because the video being played was low enough to keep voices out of his head while also being loud enough to keep him somewhat conscious.

"Why are you going to sleep?" Patrick whispered in his ear.

Henry groaned and mumbled into his arm. "I'm tired, and bored."

"I know what can keep you up." Patrick purred in Henry's ear, which went straight to Henry's cock.

Henry's body shivered softly as he felt a hand on his knee-low shorts, he didn't look down but just kept his eyes closed, knowing that Patrick will do what he must—or want.

Patrick's hand slid up, caressing his inner thigh, his body trembling softly while he let out a soft breath of anticipation. Henry's cock hardened up, pressing against his shorts as he ached to have Patrick's hands on him.

Patrick's breath was heavy and warm against his ear. Henry didn't care how obvious they looked—even as he kept his eyes closed—he just needed whatever Patrick had to offer.

Patrick's hand slowly reaches its destination, rubbing him through his shorts, which causes him to let out a restrained whimper of need. His hips buck unwillingly, his body was more needy than he thought he initially was.

His head filled with Patrick—his smile, his body, his hair, his eyes, his weird antics, Patrick's chest, Patrick's waist, Patrick's bulge, Patrick's cock—all made him want to bust a nut right then and there.

"Henry, sit your head up and pay attention."

Henry sat up quickly, his eyes meeting his teacher's. Another fucking dream!? Henry grumbled and sat back. He looked at the board and then discreetly looked around the room, hoping no one had read his mind or heard him moan in his dream.

Henry was more worried about Patrick. Patrick could not know that he just had a almost wet dream about him, and if he did, he could loose him. Patrick was a sicko but Henry never saw Patrick as the gay type—especially to him.

"Don't worry, Bowers," Patrick whispered. "I was the only person who heard you."

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Patrick's hands were cold tonight, touching all over his body, causing him goosebumps. He teased the whole day and now the tampered glass has finally fallen and shattered. It was snowing day in Derry and his father was snowed in at his job, earning him a nice two days or so with his boyfriend.

As the glass spilled liquid onto the white carpet, there was no fixing what has happened. One hand held his leg up—him on his side—and another hand slowly stroking himself.

Henry would have been rubbing his clit, but do to the wet mess he was making on his thighs and own folds, he was aroused enough to wait a bit. Every was moving so slow, it wasn't bad—passionate at least.

He was a bit exhausted this time of night, especially since the two—Patrick—had waited so long to make the move. He is the bottom, all he is supposed to do is sit back and look pretty.

"Goodness, Henry," Patrick had muttered under his breath, his lanky fingers grazing his swollen bud. "You are so ready for me. I don't think we'll even need lube."

He hadn't noticed Patrick's hand move from his cock to his pussy, but when he did, he let out a wanton sigh, his hips lightly pressing to get a bit for friction, or touch at most.

Henry glared at Patrick, looking at his darkened face. Patrick looked back. That was when he finally noticed how good Patrick looked in the moonlight. Yeah, the messy black hair was enough to make him wet and needy for hours, but with Patrick's hair curtained in his face and that sexy smirk—and not mention the context he was in—he was drowning in ecstacy—he couldn't wait until the raven was balls deep inside of him.

"We are using lube." Henry mumbled softly, making it clear that rather than using protection, he wants lube.

If he could, he'd pick both, but crave to have Patrick fill him up was too strong—and it was insanely definite that Patrick would force him to pick one or the other.

Patrick audibly snickered and his touch left his body. Henry sat up a bit, which showed his eagerness despite trying his best to seem nonchalant. Patrick had leaned over, pulling the lube from off the table, and then settling back into place.

Patrick's next moves were slightly sloppy, like either Patrick was too lazy to do the preparing or literally was inexperienced in finger banging.

From his side to his back, holding eye contact, Patrick warmed the lube up between his hands and then his fingers teased his folds. Henry gasped softly and his hand came down to rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips. Instead of one finger, Patrick pushes two.

Henry's initial plan was to distract himself with self-pleasure, however it did absolutely nothing. Although, it still felt good.

Hocksetter pushed deep, not even giving him time to take in the sensation of his fingers inside of him. Henry hummed with pleasure, his fingers slowing down on his clit as he tried to make it look like he was enjoying himself.

"I'm putting another in." Patrick warned softly and Henry felt a third finger press to his wet hole.

First it was pain, he hissed as his skin slowly stretched to accommodate. It felt like Patrick was tearing his skin apart. With three fingers in, each shove was met a wet sound, adding to the the rest of his senses.

"Nother..." Henry slurred, which he whimpered unintentionally. He was already full enough with three.

Patrick put in another, his other hand holding open Henry's thighs as Henry flinched at the pain. Henry's back arched and he let out a soft whimper, it was painful, but Patrick was enjoying himself and honestly, Henry was too.

Henry was already in a thick haze. His cunt was always this sensitive, it just needed to be played with a bit. He was leaking liquid arousal, it was a slimy mess already, even before the lube—Patrick's fingers were magic.

While Henry was in candyland, Patrick listened to Henry's noises, curling fingers, rubbing, thrusting deeper—harder. Patrick knew what he was doing, just in a sloppy way—his own way.

His hands gripped the sheets, his stomach turning with flavor. He was close. His walls tightened and he felt himself throb, throbbing hard around Patrick's fingers. It was becoming uncomfortable bearable. He wanted to cum around Patrick's cock, however it was a bit hard when Patrick wouldn't pick up on his incoming orgasm cues.

With a wet, plop sound, Henry was taken back as Patrick removed his fingers quickly, leaving Henry upsettingly empty. He heard the lube open back up and a thick squirt and a soft groan. His insides throbbed at that.

"I'm going to fuck you so good," Patrick growled as he rubbed the thick coat of lube on his cock. "Don't worry, I'll make sure your virginity is completely taken..."

Without hesitation, Henry laid on his side, he felt his body sweat with anticipation. He felt Patrick's tip press firmly, teasing his hole. He felt so many things that it was almost overwhelming. The raven slides the blonde's leg back over his shoulder, holding onto Henry's thigh where he slowly pushes inside.

Henry's passage was hot and plump with heat. It throbbed, virgin and tight. Henry instinctively hissed, feeling like his body was being forcefully ripped apart, but that didn't stop Patrick from thrusting deeper. At first, if was just tip, but when Patrick leaned down—hands to each side of his head and leg being stretched to pull up—he thrusted deep, forcing his cock inside.

Henry whined in pain but moaned in pleasure, all the right places being rubbed and hit on while Patrick's hips meet Henry's, cock all the way to the hilt.

It was messy as Patrick speeds up. Heavy panting and warmth of body, sweat, and breath, but the mix of excessive lube and Henry's already flowing cunt was even messier. Henry could feel the combined liquids rolling down his ass. It was an oddly good feeling, but it wasn't as good as Patrick's thrusts and words.

"Relax. You're so fucking tight." Patrick groaned, he was beginning to pound and Henry was drowning in the sensation of pain and pleasure.

He could feel Patrick's cock pulsate inside of him, he craved to feel what it would be like if Patrick busted inside of him. Harder, Henry babbles, but Henry isn't sure if he even said anything through his loud, slutty moans.

Pound after pound, slam after slam, Patrick was doing a great job at both keeping up his stamina and holding back an orgasm. He drooled on the sheets, he had sweat on his forehead and he could feel the sweat dripping off of Patrick's face and onto the side of his face and onto his hair.

Henry almost felt like a whore. He felt humiliated, showing his weakness off, but the sensations—all mushing and stirring together—was too hard to just push away.

"I'm going to fill you, cum inside your bitchy little hole, you hear me?" Patrick's voice was raspy, hinting with exhaustion. "You're gonna take it like a good boy, won't you?"

"Mhm! I'll take it, I promise!" Henry moaned out a response, eagerly wanting to answer. "I swear!"

"Good."

Henry was done for. He sees black for a little over three seconds and next thing he knows is Patrick relentlessly fucking his entrance, using it, abusing it. Henry was on cloud 9 if cloud 9 was made of 'shrooms and acid. His body breaks, his mind blanks, and his eyes lazily looking elsewhere.

When his thick walls tighten, Henry's orgasm washes over him and he squirts, his back arching and his body trembling from the act. The liquid paints Patrick from the cock down, which earns him a nice, arousing noise—Patrick's groans.

Impossiblely, Patrick pushes deeper and Henry could feel him in his guts. Patrick's noises were erotic and all in his ear. He was close, Henry could tell when Patrick's hips locked or twitched.

The pleasure was overstimulating. Patrick's cock rubbed against his g-spot, which was beginning to bruise and raw from the repetitive motion. He had to say something.

"Ngh, hurry up," Henry groaned, the pleasure morphing into a uncomfortable pain. "Hurts." He utters past heavy breaths.

Henry might of spoken out of line as Patrick's hips pressed hard, firmly pressing against his own hips. He feels Patrick's cock spill inside of him, feeling plentiful ropes of warmth paint his insides. He let out a satisfied, yet tired sigh, humming afterwards.

Patrick shifts a bit, but doesn't pull out. He lets his leg slide off of Patrick's shoulder and the raven nuzzled into his neck. The blonde grumbled with annoyance, looking at the top of Patrick's head.

"Is this your kind of aftercare?" Henry grumbled.

"Mhm," Patrick hummed against his neck. "Shower later, cuddle now."

"Mh," He said. "Whatever."

Chapter Text

Looking at him with those narrow eyes, Henry wasn't stupid. Patrick was giving him bedroom eyes and all he could do was stare back, mentally undressing him.

While the two weren't very sensual or sexual with each other, these past couple of days have been different-its like the two were in heat. The two haven't touched each other or fucked, masterbating by themselves to the touch of each other worked out better than anything.

Everything was becoming unbearable the more they hung out together.

The two didn't care that they were hanging out with the other two, Belch and Victor. Henry and Patrick just wanted each other.

"Can y'all stop?" Belch butted in-breaking the tension-mumbling through a fry-stuffed mouth. "I can feel the sexual tension from here."

"Shut up, fatty." Henry was quick to answer, breaking the thick eye contact between him and Patrick. "I'm not a faggot."

"You say as you literally outted to us today," Victor said. "Ok, buddy, whatever you say."

"You little shit," Henry grumbled and he picked up a french fry. "You're so lucky I'm too relaxed to cut you a new throat."

"Easy on him, Bowers, he is just playing." Patrick snickered and slouched back against the booth.

The four went silent after that however, Henry's head kept talking. It felt like a nagging whisper, pulling and nipping at his ear. While he couldn't make out the exact words, he could feel the need.

...

He sat on Patrick's couch, smoking the pack of cigarettes that Patrick had snagged along the way out of the arcade. Henry wanted to hang out with Patrick today, mainly for the need to feel loved by something other than his hand-around his cock.

Patrick had joined him a little while later after Patrick noticed Henry was still outside instead of inside.

"What's your deal, Henry." Patrick said, using Henry's first name. Patrick never did that in front of people.

Henry looked over at Patrick, his gaze softening as he met eyes with him. While the lust was still there, he felt his heart thump with an overwhelming feeling of love.

"Nothing," Henry took a short drag of the cigarette between his fingers, blowing out the smoke into the air. "Just distracted is all." He conversated, something he never just does.

"What are you thinking about?" Patrick whispered, like what they were talking about was a secret between the two.

Henry had hesitated. "Well, not much, just some stuff." But Patrick kept insisting by looking at him and awaiting the truth. "It's just a bit overwhelming when you have someone you love around you all of the time." He murmured.

The words came out in a rude tone, but Patrick knew what Henry meant. Patrick shifted and looked at the blue sky, his lips curling into a small smile.

"I understand, Henry," He whispered and noticed in the corner of his eye as Henry took another drag of the cigarette. "It's a bit hard to speak when I'm around you, to breathe, to even see. You are too much."

"You are too." Henry responded quickly to his words, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks heaten.

Patrick felt like he couldn't breathe and he stayed silent, his heart pumping in his chest-like he was about to have a heart attack. It was silent for a minute or so, all the two could hear was their own heartbeats and each's breathing.

"Let's get inside," Henry uttered past the thick silence. "My father works all night until twelve tomorrow. I'll just sleep over."

"Ok."

...

"T-Too much!" Henry gasped against Patrick's lips, his nails digging into Patrick's shoulders.

Patrick's hand eased his grip on the bulge between Henry's legs, sliding down and guiding Henry to spread his thighs. Henry had obediently responding, sliding them open and letting Patrick shift his lanky body between his spread legs.

"Sorry..." Patrick muttered as he caressed Henry's inner thigh.

Henry was only half-erect, he wasn't too lustful at the moment, the foreplay was just getting to him. Patrick looked so good, those eyes staring into his and begging for his forgiveness. What has gotten into Patrick?

What has gotten into Henry? Staring at him like that, lips parted and pleading for more. Henry was so calm, so needy, so submissive. Usually Patrick had to fight just to get a kiss from the blonde, but here he was, between his legs with Henry vulnerably letting himself go.

"It's ok, it didn't hurt." Henry whispered and gently pulled Patrick back down, sensually crashing their lips together.

Tongue was quickly added, slowly exploring each other's mouth. Henry sucked on Patrick's tongue and Patrick nibbled down on Henry's bottom lip, the two were out of it.

Patrick's hand slid down, cupping the back of Henry's knee and pulling it up, pushing forward just a bit, causing Henry to break the kiss and stretch. Patrick positions himself and presses his clothed hips to Henry's. He straightened up and he rolled his hips forward, rolling their bulges together.

"Jeez..." Henry sighed out, his legs wrapped around Patrick's waist, forcing Patrick to put his hands on each side of Henry and lean forward, hovering over Henry.

"You are too much..." Patrick murmured, his hips grinding, causing Henry to match the movements.

The two matched the same rhythm to a tee. Henry's emotions were playing with him, his senses overriding with pleasure and love, pure love for Patrick.

"Look at me, Henry," Patrick mumbled softly, his tone pleading. "Please, baby, let me see your eyes..."

That went straight to his cock, hearing Patrick whimper-breathing heavily and tone strained-and beg for him. For him. Begging for him.

Henry's eyes locked to Patrick's and he felt the shift in the mood, hips pressing harder together and movement becoming sloppy and urgent.

"Patrick... I'm close..." Henry warned, his breath picking up in density. "Patrick... I need it, I need you... I need you so bad..." He let the words spill because in this moment, he felt vulnerable; he felt loved; he felt like he could be himself-say, do, feel-around Patrick.

One last thrust and the two were in sync, body spasmed and boxers dampening with warmth. Henry cling to Patrick and Patrick heavily reciprocated by wrapping his arms around Henry, hips grounding desperately as the two rode the waves of their overstimulating highs.

It wasn't over.

To hell, it wasn't over.

Patrick pulled away, looking down at Henry's clothed body. Henry had noticed as his own eyes followed Patrick's gaze, he blushed and felt the need to help Patrick with his curiosity.

He undressed, slowly, for Patrick. Patrick watched with adoration and hunger, watching as Henry unbuttoned the pajamas he wore, looking at Henry's faded-or fading-bruises, and once every piece of cloth was off of the blonde, he felt his pajamas tighten up.

Once Henry's erection hit the air, he felt it twitch. The proximity was suffocating, his cock felt like it was going to bust just from the intensity of the moment.

"You are beautiful..." Patrick murmured, leaning in and watching Henry slowly lay back.

Everything was just so natural. Henry watched Henry as he pressed his lips to crook of Henry's neck, gently nibbling on the skin before slowly moving down to Henry's collarbone with his tongue.

Henry grasped a fist full of Patrick's hair, a soft moan of pleasure falling from his lips. His head tilted back, watching the ceiling as Patrick just went lower and lower.

Before he knew it, the tip of his swollen erection brushed against Patrick's Adam's apple, the raven's lips were on his navel and pelvis, all around his lips and inner thighs. Patrick was everywhere but where he wanted him to be.

"Patrick..." Henry whined, his hips pressing up and his cock hit Patrick's chin, twitching a bit.

Patrick couldn't help but chuckle, pulled back to lean in, his lips so close to his heated flesh. "May I?" He whispered.

"You may..."

He hissed, feeling Patrick's tongue slide up the length of his erection. Henry had let go of Patrick's hair, watching with desperation as Patrick licked his thin, chapped lips, and slowly wrap them around his perky head.

"Oh, fuck..." Henry rasped and his body gave out on him, his breath becoming shallow and his thighs trembling. He was falling apart already.

Patrick lazily swirled thin circles around his cut skin, taking in more. His hips thrusted up, a low groan coming from his lips while Patrick gave a soft grunt. Patrick's hands snaked around his shivering thighs, his arms wrapping and holding him down. No more thrusting for him.

"Hock-! Jesus!" Henry gasped loudly, feeling Patrick's throat take him in with no problem. He wasn't ready. "I-I can't-! I..."

Henry had become a moaning mess, his toes curling and his body becoming tense and thick with pleasure. He could hear the soft noises of saliva and the erotic sounds that escaped Patrick's throat, sending vibrations and hums up the veins of his pulsating girth.

Drool slid down his chin, his mouth stuck open, and his orgasm forcefully enclosing on him. Everything became tightly overwhelming, his ears ringing, and his body on the edge. He couldn't handle it, his back arching and toes curling, his nails digging into the cloth underneath himself.

He heard Patrick gag, but Patrick didn't stop, milking him like a fucking cow-even as Patrick pulled away. Patrick quickly pumped him, watching small squirts spewed from his cock.

"You did good..." Patrick whispered, voice a little raspy. His hand slowly came to a stop, his cock slumping flaccid.

"Thanks..." Henry slurred out, his head falling back on the pillow. The words were uttered as 'fanks' from his dissolving brain taking in the explosive orgasm.

Patrick began to move, but Henry was done for the night. He couldn't cum anymore, his penis broken until his balls decided to build up some more goo to spew. But when he thought he could just sleep and wake up to Patrick giving him hickeys, he opened his eyes to see Patrick's hovering over him.

"What?" Henry asked, his eye narrowing.

"Your cocky no worky no more?" Patrick teased, whispering. "Well, my cocky go boing boing."

Henry looked with frustration and confusion. He knew what Patrick meant, but he didn't know why Patrick had to say it like that. Patrick slid down his boxers, his cock, just as lanky as his body, flung out and twitched in the mildewy air.

"Come on..." Patrick murmured, holding the base of his cock and tapping the underside against his lips. "I did it for you."

Henry was going to do it anyway, but the way Patrick got all whiny was turning him on. It wasn't like he liked it when Patrick was whiny-he usually found it quite annoying-but in this predicament, he found it hot as fuck.

He opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, and lathering saliva on the moist flesh. Patrick lowly growled and shifted on the bed, sliding Henry's hair back as he began to move his hips. Henry assisted, softly sucking and licking, letting Patrick's use his mouth to a limit.

Henry found the act to be pathetic and not just on his side, but Patrick's. While, yes, what he was doing was very whore-like, Patrick was being all lovey dovey and begging for things instead of forcing it upon him. He wasn't complaining, it was just...

Everything was different.

"So good... So good..." Patrick whispered sweet, erotic words, his eyes narrow as he watched Henry with eyes of a hawk.

Henry was enjoying himself, so much so that he shifted and took some of Patrick into his mouth, causing Patrick to softly jolt and follow Henry's lead.

...

What a night.

While the sun hasn't come up yet, it was almost four in the morning. The two never made it to sex, the two had fun no matter what. It wasn't like the two could always indulge together, Henry had ab abusive father and Patrick was usually too busy at the junkyard to fuck around and find out with Henry.

"Henry..." Patrick broke the comfortable silence, the two just sitting in the dark room. "Henry?"

"Mhm?" Henry answered. "I'm here."

"Do you think..." Patrick started but seemingly hesitated, making Henry turn his head and look at the dark silhouette laying in bed next to him. "Do you think that maybe... Maybe I am too much at times?"

Henry had also hesitated in that moment. While usually, he would mercilessly tell the truth, he couldn't help but feel the need to lie, to make Patrick feel better. He guessed where Patrick's eyes were-if Patrick was even looking at him-and stared into them.

"Yeah, I do." Henry whispered. "Sometimes I think you don't ask enough or you don't love enough."

"You think I don't love you?"

"I do." He responded quickly. "I do, a lot, I just feel like you miss the point when we fuck around."

Patrick just hummed and the room went silent once more. Henry felt anxious. Did he fuck up? Did he just ruin the whole relationship they had-even if it was unlabeled?

"Did I asked enough this time?"

Henry couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, you did."

"Did I love enough?" Patrick responded.

"Most definitely." Henry answered.

"Good."

"Why?" Henry asked and this time, he didn't get an answer. It went silent once again and Henry just looked back at the black ceiling.

It was almost as if just being around each other was enough to settle the two. Henry always felt stressed and angry, but when Patrick were to just stand in a proximity of him, he felt his soul soften. He usually had to fake his attitude so people didn't get suspicious.

It was almost as if being around each other was enough to make Patrick believe everything, in that moment with Henry, was real. He felt really real around Henry, so much so that he even felt that-past his mentally ill mind-Henry was the thing that was more real than himself in some moments.

"I love you." Patrick whispered. "You are... Perfect for me."

Henry just huffed, feeling his chest heavy with a tugging tenderness. "I love you too." He whispered. "You are amazing and oddly enough for me."

...

"We are so corny."

"Nah, just you."

Chapter Text

The air was gentle and light against the two's skin, air sliding between the stands of the teen's hair. Patrick was a comfortable difference from Henry while also staying between Henry's legs while Henry was leaned back on his hands, watching the bird fly in the sky.

(Patrick looks over, flirty dialog, Henry all disgusted and shit while Patrick laughs at him. Eyes meet, anime music starts playing, they lip to lip 💋)

Patrick's tongue made contact with Henry's, sliding over the thrush-laden base of his tongue. Henry tasted like cheap watermelon bubble gum, leaving a washed-out flavor to the kiss, but Patrick was no better; like mold and decay.

Henry had began to not comment on Patrick's breath after so many kisses. He was so addicted to Patrick's mouth that nothing could stop him from kissing the boy. After you get used to it, you can't go back. Isn't that like the saying, "Once you go black, you never go back."?

The two fell back into the grass. Patrick pulled away in a (slow) manner, licking his teeth. Henry stayed put, staring deep into the black void of Patrick's eye, loving the way the male looked at him with the same intensity of desire.

Bodies quickly shift, faster than the two can even think of what to do next. All is by chance, at random. No. It was practically destiny with the way the two were acting. Groin meets groin, the two insanely close together in the field.

(Remove) "Hughh..." Henry's groans, legs going slack. He relied on Patrick to please him, not like he was going to make him anyway.

Patrick thanfully pulled up Henry's legs for him, doing all the work by taking control of the matter. He rubbed and pressed his bulge against Henry's, it was a very unrushed pace, like everything was moving in slow motion.

(Ass transition lol)

Henry's nostrils flared with the thick smell of sour onion. (Make flow dumb) Patrick was sweating bullets, his hips speeding up. Henry rumped up with the left strength in his legs, tightening his grip (grasp) on the back of Patrick's shirt.

"Ah... Ah..." Henry moaned, panting in Patrick's ear.

Patrick began to get a 'bit' verbal. Teen hormones bursted in puffs, filling the area around the two.

"Gosh, Henry," Patrick moaned, nuzzling his face in Henry's completely sweaty neck. "I'm gonna cum..."

Patrick was rapid with his movements, causing Henry to squirm and shiver under Patrick's weight. Henry, feeling the spring of pleasure contract, urgently turns his head and searches for Patrick's lips. Patrick must of been thinking the same thing because, in that moment, it took a light peck on Patrick's nape for the man to eagerly devour his mouth.

"Henry Bowers!" A deep, repulsed voice cut through the tension like a sterling blade. "You disgusting fag!"

Henry pulled back fast, panting. He tilts his head back to see what he dreaded most; his father. Patrick had been stopped, staring nervously. Henry had began to shake and Patrick could tell, tightening his hands around Henry's legs.

"In my damn backyard...!?" He yelled. "Bringing this... this... Satan shit into my house, especially with that retard boy!"

Gawking at Oscar, in the background, he could feel Patrick's blood boil. Henry silently signaled for Patrick to get off of him.

"You, retard," Oscar said. "Get the hell off of my property. "And Henry," He glared. "Get the fuck in the house.

. . .

He was nauseated. Not even, he was disturbed, utterly sickened to his core. The old man was so revolted that he couldn't even bring up the physical manifestation of his anger to raise a threatening hand to Henry.

Only words fell from his mouth.

"You have brought Satan to my door!" He yelled, "imagine how your mother would feel! She'd die of a heartattack just by the mention of it."

Henry trembled like the baby he was, his vulnerability laid down bare and flat on the floor for all in range to see. There was no hiding when it came to his father, that old man had him cornered everytime he looked in Henry's direction.

And as he let Oscar blow his eardrums, he felt tears rill down his cheeks.

"You-!" Oscar sneered. "Are you crying?" He began to chuckle dryly. "I haven't even laid a finger on you! I should have known you were a dick sucker. Can't even hold it in when your daddy's talking to you."

Finally, he beat him. Oscar clocked him right in the gut, his body reactively curling over itself, his lungs letting out all the air he had breathed in, letting out an airless gasp.

His father then... Well, he didn't Remer past the first hit.

(Add like: but when he woke up, he felt up. Got up, checked for bruising)

Henry slid off his shirt and picked up the tub of vaseline. He took a guess on where the bruising was and slowly applied the substance to his sore skin.

It ached, causing him to hiss and soften his touch. It didn't take long for him to clean up most of the bruising, this has happened too many times for him to be slow at it.

. . .

"Wanna play?" Payrick whispered in Henry's ear, pressing Henry against the wall of the bathroom. "Mussed you so much..."

Henry turned his head, eyes locking with Patrick's. "Mhm, just..." He wanted to say he was scared without saying it.

"Your father isn't here." Patrick said and leaned in, pressing his chap lips to Henry's soft ones in a desperate peck. "Kiss me, show me you love me..."

Henry's bridge scrunched up, his nose taking in the gross scent of Patrick's mouth. He didn't break contact and reluctantly leaned in, pressing his lips tightly against Patrick's.

Patrick hummed, his arms wrapping around Henry's waist. Henry's feet shuffled forward, letting Patrick melt their bodies together. Slowly pulling back, the two panted. Patrick's cheeks were flushed, a crazed smile on his milky skin and pink lips.

"We really need to stop..." Henry murmured.

-

End of Draft 1

Chapter Text

The air was light against the two's skin, the grass brushing against their flesh. Patrick was a comfortable difference from Henry while also settled between Henry's legs. Henry leaned back on his hands, watching the birds fly in the sky.

It was late in the day, the hue of the sky bloated with orange and yellow. It made Henry's tanner skin almost golden but too bright to be an amber. Patrick had steady eyes on the few and far freckles that decorated Henry's skin.

"You're so handsome, Henry." Patrick murmured, leaned down to press gently placed kisses up his neck.

Henry automatically rolled his eyes, silting his head back as he felt Patrick carve up to his jaw. "Stop it with all that dovey shit." He mumbled, staring up at the clouds.

Patrick felt Henry's hips, rolling up to his knees, causing Henry's thighs to press upwards. Henry huffed, shifting slightly as Patrick cared less for manners.

"And you smell so good..." His words slurred as he slowly spoke, gradually making his way up Henry's torso with his hands.

"Ew. Stop." Henry grumbled, pulling away.

Patrick stopped mid second and sat up slightly. Henry glared at him but only being met with rage baiting eyes, the pleasure of Henry's reactions shining in them.

"You are so annoying-" Henry tried to say before lips crashed into his.

Patrick pushed down on Henry's shoulders, forcing him down in the grass. Henry gasped as the wind in his chest was blown out, his reaction delayed.

Patrick's lips press back on to Henry's, gently but still just as eager. He didn't hesitate, kissing Henry's jaw as his hand reached over to pry Henry's mouth open.

As Henry caught his breath, still in shock, he bit down on Patrick's finger. Patrick sat up quickly, snatching his finger from Henry's mouth. Henry was panting, gritting his teeth as he looked at Patrick's angered expression.

But that didn't last for long as anger turned to arousal. His smirk, twisted and perverted, curled on his lips, his eyes a bit wide from how exhilarating he found Henry's defense.

"You are so fucking cute, Henry..." He babbled.

"And you fucking crazy."

"And you smell so good..." Patrick brought up again.

Henry opened his mouth to speak but Patrick just put his finger to his lips. He leaned down, sniffing Henry's neck. Henry immediately gripped Patrick's hair.

"Stop it, Patrick." Henry warned.

Patrick didn't stop though, licking down to Henry's collar bone, nibbling on the skin. It was a weak point, making Henry's hand loosen the slightest bit, a soft breath falling from Henry's lips.

"You get me so hard..." Patrick's husk, his desire dripping from his tongue. "You don't know how bad I wanna fuck you..." He let his teeth sink in, waiting for the response.

Henry's body trembled, a moan slithering from his throat. It was a toe curling sound, one that was from the chest, one that Patrick loved.

Patrick let go just after, kissing at the mark he had left. Henry pulled back slightly, kissing at the corner of Patrick's lips, which Patrick met eagerly.

Patrick's tongue made contact with Henry's, sliding over the thrush-laden base of his tongue. Henry tasted like cheap watermelon bubble gum, leaving a washed-out flavor to the kiss, but Patrick was no better; like mold and decay.

Patrick liked the smell. He loved everything about Henry, whether it was bad or not. He wanted to consume him, devour him, make him his. It was a deep rooted desire, something he's always wanted to do, have someone wrapped around his finger.

Henry had begun to not comment on Patrick's breath after so many kisses. He was so addicted to Patrick's mouth that nothing could stop him from kissing the boy, even if his breath was atrocious. After you get used to it, you can't go back.

It was almost addicting, oddly enjoyable.

The two fell back into the grass. Patrick pulled away in a slow manner, licking his teeth, tasting the remains of Henry's mouth. Henry stayed put, staring deep into the black void of Patrick's eyes as he panted. He glared, still pissed.

Bodies quickly shifted, his hips meeting Henry's in a pressing grind. Henry rolled his groin forward, his breath getting heavier by each second.

It was practically destiny with the way the two were acting. Crotch meeting crotch, the two as close as humanly possible in the grass.

"Hughh..." Henry's groans, legs going slack. He relied on Patrick to please him, not like he was going to do it himself.

Patrick thankfully pulled up Henry's legs for him, doing all the work by taking control of the matter. He rubbed and pressed his bulge against Henry's, it was a very unrushed pace, like everything was moving in slow motion.

Henry held onto Patrick, his head landing on Patrick's shoulder. His nose pressed against the curve of his neck. His chat was flat against his, feeling the weight of the lanky man on top of him. It wasn't suffocating, more like a barely out on blanket that radiated heat.

The comparison was odd but Henry likes it that way.

Henry's nostrils flared with the thick smell of sour onion. It wasn't on the verge of gagging, tolerable and softened. It just made him harder. It made him throb.

Patrick was sweating bullets, his hips speeding up. His kept his face nuzzled, inhaling Henry's scent like he was a scented candle. Henry rumped up with the left strength in his legs, tightening his grasp on the back of Patrick's shirt.

"Ah... Ah..." Henry moaned, panting in Patrick's ear.

Patrick's breath got quicker and began to get a 'bit' verbal. He wouldn't stop sniffing him. Henry could feel the hot exhales, like a dog being nosy.

"Gosh, Henry," Patrick moaned, nuzzling his face in Henry's completely sweaty neck. "I'm gonna cum..."

"You smell so good... You smell so fucking good..."

It should have turned Henry off but from how desperate he sounded, it was an overwhelming turn on.

"D-Don't say that..." Henry stuttered.

Patrick was rapid with his movements, causing Henry to squirm and shiver under Patrick's weight. Henry, feeling the spring of pleasure contract, urgently turns his head and searches for Patrick's lips. Patrick must have been thinking the same thing because, in that moment, it took a light peck on Patrick's nape for the man to eagerly devour his mouth.

"Henry Bowers!" A deep, repulsed voice cut through the tension like a sterling blade. "You disgusting fag!"

Henry pulled back fast, panting. He tilts his head back to see what he dreaded most; his father, standing before the two. Patrick had been stopped, staring nervously. Henry had begun to shake and Patrick could tell, tightening his hands around Henry's thighs.

"In my damn backyard...!?" He yelled. "Bringing this... this... Satan shit into my house, especially with that retard boy!"

Gawking at Oscar, in the background, he could feel Patrick's blood boil. Henry silently signaled for Patrick to get off of him.

"You, retard," Oscar said. "Get the hell off of my property. "And Henry," He glared. "Get the fuck in the house."

. . .

He was nauseated. Not even, he was disturbed, utterly sickened to his core. The old man was so revolted that he couldn't even bring up the physical manifestation of his anger to raise a threatening hand to Henry.

Only words fell from his mouth.

"You have brought Satan to my door!" He yelled, "imagine how your mother would feel! She'd die of a heart attack just by the mention of it."

Henry trembled like the baby he was, his vulnerability laid before him bare and flat on the floor for all in range to see. There was no hiding when it came to his father, that old man had him cornered everytime he looked in Henry's direction.

The man was the monster under his bed as a child, the monster in the closet, the eerie basement he never wanted to go down into. He was the fear that made grown men tremble.

And as he let Oscar blow his eardrums, he felt tears roll down his cheeks.

"You-!" Oscar sneered. "Are you crying?" He began to chuckle dryly. "I haven't even laid a finger on you! I should have known you were a dick sucker. Can't even hold it in when your daddy's talking to you."

Finally, he beat him. Oscar clocked him right in the gut, his body reactively, doubling over himself, his lungs letting out all the air he had breathed in, letting out an airless gasp.

His father then... Well, he didn't remember past the first few hits. Once he was on the ground and Oscar kicked his head in, everything went blurry and then black.

Hours later, waking up in grueling pain and still on the floor, Henry treated his injuries. He slid off his shirt and picked up a tub of vaseline from under his bed. He took a guess on where the bruising was and slowly applied the substance to his sore skin.

It ached, causing him to hiss and soften his touch. His hands shook, fingers either pushing on too hard or barely touching his skin. It didn't take long for him to clean up most of the bruising, this has happened too many times for him to be slow at it.

. . .

"Wanna play?" Patrick whispered in Henry's ear, kissing at the lobe. "Missed you so much..."

It's been a bit, it's been a while actually. Good week. Henry couldn't have anyone over and Oscar made sure of it, watching over him like a hawk.

As Oscar was out on patrol, Henry snuck his boy toy in, despite knowing the consequences. His father never took long on patrol, always coming back home to check on him after two hours.

Henry turned his head, eyes locking with Patrick's. "Mhm, just..." He wanted to say he was scared without saying it.

"Missed that smell of yours too..." He hummed, butting Henry off.

"Weirdo." Henry huffed.

And silence ensued.

"Your father isn't here." Patrick finally replied and pulled back. "He's gone. Stop being so tense."

"But he will be here. He could be here any moment, Patrick." Henry stressed.

Patrick only responded with a cheeky smile before pressing his chap lips to Henry's soft ones in a desperate peck. "Kiss me..." He mumbled against his mouth.

Henry's bridge scrunched up, his nose taking in the gross scent of Patrick's mouth. He didn't break contact though, breathing harder, smoother, and tightly keeping their lips locked.

Patrick hummed, his arms wrapping around Henry's waist. Henry's feet shuffled forward, letting Patrick melt their bodies together. Slowly pulling back, the two panted. Patrick's cheeks were flushed, a crazed smile on his milky skin and pink lips.

"We really need to stop..." Henry murmured.

"We really need to keep going..." Patrick replied slickly, feeling Henry's sides just as he did in the field.

Henry winced, the pain of his bruises stung under Patrick's fingertips. The raven leaned back down, nose in Henry's neck. He started sniffing again, making Henry uncomfortable but flustered.

"Patrick, no..." Henry mumbled, but didn't make much move to stop him.

Patrick shifted but Henry could barely see what he was doing. His hands left his body and then he heard a zipper. The blonde's cheeks flushed, in disbelief that Patrick would be this bold.

"Hold still, baby..." He cooed, laying down fully on Henry, his hips crooked and shafted so he could stroke himself.

Henry gritted his teeth, his bruised ribs being compressed. It didn't hurt that bad but he was still healing.

Henry got only the view of Patrick's back, watching him pant, his spine lowering and rising with each breath. Henry didn't know what to say, staying quiet as the silence was filled with soft fapping.

"Fuck... You're perfect." Patrick babbled. He smelt down further and raised Henry's arms, pinning them above his head.

"Patrick, come-!" Henry was cut off once again as Patrick began to actively sniff his armpits. "Patrick!" He gasped, a bit disturbed and insanely turned on.

"Yeah, that's good..." He groaned.

Henry surprisingly didn't make an attempt to pry him away, too shocked to do anything but take in the situation. He couldn't tell if he liked it but his cock definitely did, erect against his jean shorts.

"You're fucking disgusting." Henry mumbled, looking away completely, the bed rattling as Patrick's body rocked. It was so lewd, if made his skin crawl.

Patrick answered only in a grunt, pressing his face into the crevice that perfectly fit his snout. Henry could tell Patrick finished himself off as his breathing came to a gasping stop and his body twitched.

He felt liquid seep into his clothing, leaving him feeling filthy. He kept silent, too pissed to yell and too shocked to speak.

"Thank you," Patrick hummed, settling against Henry and letting go of his wrists. "You smell so good, Henry, you don't understand."

"Yeah, yeah... I understand." Henry said under his breath, sitting up gently and pulling off his shirt, disgusted Patrick would even dare to cum on him. "But you're fucking disgusting. We are never doing this again."

"Right, got it." Patrick said.

Chapter Text

Henry stared at Patrick from across the table, his gaze set to a subtle glare. Victor and Belch chatted away to Patrick, oblivious to Henry's silent plotting--but Patrick wasn't stupid.

He was always keen on what Henry was doing. You call it stalking, he just calls it walking just a little close behind. Henry was definitely a sight for sore eyes, especially when he was like this--this being described as extremely horny.

Henry wasn't born with a natural scent, the smells of his heats and only released when he forcibly created it. He was like a beta but if betas had scents, heats, and pretty much everything else. He was pretty much a scentless omega (what luck!).

So while he couldn't smell what was going on with Henry, he could sense it. He was Henry's alpha, he knew him almost like the back of his own hand.

Patrick finally glanced over at the blonde, his eyes meeting his. Henry leaned back in his chair, his gaze lightening a bit. His heel tapped on the floor and he let out a quiet sigh, showing how impatient he was getting. Henry wanted something, something that had to do with him.

Patrick was excited, always finding arousal for Henry when we was so needy for him. He loved having Henry rely on him, like having him wrapped around his finger.

"Are they ever not fucking each other with their eyes?" Victor boldly commented, interrupting the thousand yard stare Patrick and Henry were giving each other.

Belch's mouth opened to speak when Victor started talking but he couldn't find the words as Victor did. He glanced away nervously, becoming the crowd in a show. He knew when to and when not to talk back like that.

"Watch your mouth." The blonde grumbled at Victor, a boy who knowingly spoke out of bounds. Henry broke his eye contact with Patrick briefly, scowling at Victor.

Victor was a beta. While he wasn't cocky, he could be it sometimes. He usually retaliated against Henry as much as he could, since he firmly believes Henry is an alpha. Betas were always so moody (but who could blame them? They were useless).

"It's true! You and Patrick are always staring at each other!" Victor pointed out. "It's like y'all two are faggots."

Belch tried to shut Victor up but from where he sat, on the farthest side of the booth and Patrick in the middle, he could only voice his opinions.

"Faggot-!?" Henry clenched his fists and the anger that boiled on the inside overflowed to the outside. "Me? A faggot? I'll show you a fucking fag!"

Patrick just leaned back and smirked, watching the whole thing go down as Henry stood up. Victor might have slowly been taking back what he said. Henry had a knack for torture, and he knew this from the beginning, he was just being stupid.

"Henry, let's go," Patrick suddenly said, not letting Henry get a single hit in. "I wanna drink."

Henry paused, his angered stance softening and Victor hesitantly let his hands down from his face, scared for his life.

"M'kay." Henry then mumbled, stepping aside as Victor was to let Patrick out the booth.

"Wha...?" Victor whispered, looking at Belch to see if he wasn't the crazy one seeing Henry be oh-so submissive.

Belch just shrugged.

Victor quickly got up, letting Patrick slide out after him. The raven stood, his hands in his pockets, and smiling like a weirdo. He had that dumb smirk on his face--the smirk that showed teeth and just the wedged gums--his signature crazed smile.

He suddenly pulled out his pack of cigarettes and one mini lighter, tossing it down on the table. Victor's eyes brightened, his mood flipping immediately as he was enticed by the offer.

"Here, Vic," Patrick slurred. "Go crazy. I'll just buy myself another pack."

"Thanks, man." Victor said.

Henry huffed, rolling his eyes and nudging Patrick in the shoulder as a response before dragging Patrick away by the collar out. They discarded Belch and Victor, letting them pay for the bill.

"Fucking idiot." Belch mumbled as he saw Henry and Patrick leave through the front door. "You are a fucking idiot, Victor."

"Yeah, yeah, I know..." Victor mumbled, sighing before he swore under his breath. "Fuck-ass Bowers left us with the bill."

"Serves you right for speaking out of line." Belch huffed, pulling out his wallet to help share the price.

"Yeah, yeah." He said. "At least I got cigs."

-

"Someone's in heat." Patrick teased as he and Henry walked up on Henry's abode.

The two had walked with Victor and Belch to the restaurant under Belch's request meaning Henry completely left his car to sit at home. The blue Pontiac Firebird sat in the grass beside the driveway, unused.

The air was whistling softly and the breeze was heated. It was a comforting mix, especially as the two walked in a majority silence.

"Shut the fuck up." Henry swiftly said, glaring at the raven.

He stopped walking, watching as Patrick went on a few more steps. When he noticed that the second pair of footsteps had yet to be heard, he spun around.

"But you're not denying it though!" Patrick smirked, sticking his tongue out before beginning to pick at his nose with his pinky.

Henry hated when Patrick picked his nose. It wasn't his words or his cocky actions, but his disgusting habits. He shook his head, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. He was too horny for this.

While his heat was strong, it wasn't to the point of no return. He was edging on that fine line, a thin string of hair. He had been patient enough and he was getting annoyed.

When Patrick noticed all he was doing was making things worse, a cheeky smile curled onto his lips. He had a wicked idea.

"You think your dad has cigs in his car?"

Henry looked up, glancing at the police car in the driveway. He hadn't noticed his father was home, honestly thinking he was either out drinking or on patrol. He shrugged.

"Probably," He guessed. The chance of cigarettes somewhere in there was higher than not. "But the door's not unlocked."

Patrick smirked but Henry immediately stopped him. "No," he made it clear. "If the alarm goes off, Oscar will kill me." But Patrick must have been completely deaf.

"How do you know that?" Patrick hummed before he turned around, making his way closer to the car.

"Hockstetter, I do not have time for this..." He grumbled under his breath, the anxiety kicking in.

He followed after Patrick, watching with an almost trembling body. The raven held the handle, letting seconds sink in before he opened the door with a pop. To Henry's suprise--and relief--the car was completely unlocked.

"Your dad is an idiot." Patrick snickered

"Yeah, he is..." He agreed.

Patrick didn't let time waste, crawling into the driver seat and searching around and in the dirty cup holds before swinging open the middle console. The car reeked of alcohol, something Patrick was relishing in and Henry was getting queasy over.

The middle console only held a few items such as a singular condom, lighters, trash, and a mysterious liquid at the bottom. Surprisingly, as Patrick looked into the backseat, there were no bars to stop him from crawling back. Interesting design for a cop car.

With the desire of an addict, he closed the lid and crawled into the backseat, knowing gold was just in reach.

-

"Yeah, just take your time..." Henry mumbled, glancing over at his porch. Now, it hasn't been long, but it's been too long for the anxious blonde outside.

His father could walk out any second. That thought replayed in his head again and again, mixing with that irritating nag of the need to have Patrick's cock so deep inside of him that he would feel it in his spine for months to come.

When he noticed that Patrick had yet to come out of the car, the backseat window being too dim for him to look inside, he made the unchangeable decision to crawl into the driver seat.

He looked into the backseat to find Patrick with his shirt off and his pants unbuckled. His face turned red and blood rushing to his cheeks.

"Hey, handsome." Patrick purred. His voice ran straight down to his crotch, feeling it twitch and stiffen in his skinny jeans.

'Hockstetter, we don't have time for this', is what he wanted to say, but that nag, that voice. He needed this more than anything and if it was in his father's car, so fucking be it.

"Are you just going to sit and stare," the raven licked his dry lips. "Or are you gonna ride your alpha like the slut you are?"

"Not a slut." Henry immediately replied, joining him in the backseat.

Henry settled next to Patrick and the older teen ran his finger through his blonde stands. As he zipped down his pants, he subtly struggled to get his clothing off in the confined space.

"You so are!" Patrick snickered. "You've been waiting for this all damn day!"

"Old man won't get me my suppressants." Henry grumbled under his breath. "And plus, I don't see you complaining."

Patrick gave an amused smile, only responding with a grope of his crotch, the bulge in his underwear prominent. That view made him want to devour the man where he sat.

When the blonde finally did get his pants off, his boxers coming down too, he hopped into the lanker man's lap. Patrick could feel Henry's wet tip right above his navel, feeling his hips.

He looked down at Patrick, unable to stop himself from crashing his lips against his. He was vibrating with arousal, all of it showing by the tremble of his skin and the pulsating of his cock, not to mention the way his mouth moved against Patrick's in a desperate tango.

Patrick slid one hand between the two so he could pull his erection out of his boxers, the shaft flinging out and tapping against Henry's asscheeks.

Henry's breath hitched in the kiss, pulling back only slightly and panting against his lips. But Patrick didn't stop there, pulling Henry closer by his waist and gripping the base of his cock.

His other hand came down, spreading one cheek to the side before slapping his shaft against his puckered hole. It made Henry tense up, a soft moan falling from his throat.

"You want it so bad, don't you, Henry?" Patrick murmured. "You want this in you? You want me to take you bareback?"

"Stop..." Henry could feel blood clog his ears, his eyes narrowing. "Just fuck me already..." He whispered.

Patrick pushed his tip against his entrance, pressing at the resistance. Henry pressed his hips back, whimpering softly before Patrick stopped completely.

"You don't get to tell me to stop." He said, tilting his head back as he watched Henry's upset face. "Apologize to your alpha and I'll reward you."

Now, if Henry was in the right state of mind, he would have socked Patrick hard in his jaw. But, his title as an omega left him weak to his alpha's demands, especially when he was like this. He didn't want to, but he had to.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..." He whimpered softly. "I won't say it again..."

With the right placement and swiftness, Patrick's hands gripped Henry's hips and slammed him down onto him. For Patrick, he just groaned but Henry, shock spread through his nervous system as the pain shot through him.

He let out a strained scream, his nails digging into Patrick's shoulders and his back arching for dear life. Patrick gave that crazed smirk again, relishing in Henry's pain--and his nails digging into his skin. He propped his feet on the back of the passenger and driver seat, his eyes narrowing with evil intent.

"D-Don't-!"

But Patrick hit him with one thrust and then another thrust, pounding up against Henry's ass only twice. Tears puckered in Henry's eyes, his noises muffled but clearly pained.

"Start. Moving." Patrick commanded, his grip loosening slightly as he felt up and down his hips.

Henry took a moment, his breathing rapid. He could only look into Patrick's eyes with an ache, a need for him but a need to recover. It was a conflicting stare, his state just as confused.

The pain lingered, a stinging, burning sensation throughout his lower back. While he was in pain, his heat was addicted, his cock leaking precum like a wet whore. He loosened his grip on Patrick's shoulders, calming down the slightest bit.

Patrick was in heaven, seeing Henry wrecked like this. Oh how it made him feel. It was better than a shiver, better than a thrill, it was exhilarating. He didn't get to see his lover like this, on his lap and in pain; facing him! It was everything he could ever want.

"You want this, don't you?" He asked, his hand reaching up to thumb away Henry's tears. "Start moving, Henry."

Henry reluctantly but eagerly began, his grip tightening in the slightest bit as he raised his trembling body and lowered it. His mouth opened in a silent moan, raising himself up once again.

"Good, good..." Patrick whispered.

His slowly caressed up Henry's sides and then down his back, silently encouraging him to move faster. Henry caught the hint and his instincts did it for him. It was like his heat was whispering commands in his ears and he was following it blindly.

Henry's arms wrapped around Patrick's neck, pulling the two's chests closer. He changed the pace, speeding up the rhythm and, almost carelessly, speeding up. It was painful but his heat made up for it, taking away most of that feeling.

Patrick held onto him, his lips brushing up Henry's neck, right over his Adam's apple. His skin flared into goosebumps and he tilted his head back, his noises becoming throaty and raspy.

He pressed hot, open mouth kisses before licking up the ridges of his throat and moaning against Henry's skin. When he moved down, down to the curve of Henry's neck, his hands came back around and fell up his abdomen.

The two had begun sweating, Henry's skin slick to the touch and making movement easier, stickier. It was an explicit mix as the space around them became hotter, the car rocking from the two's fervent love making.

Patrick's lanky hands felt up at a slugs pace, nails dragging over Henry's heated skin and thumb pads rubbing over Henry's erect nipples. He could feel every flinch, ever twitch.

Henry could feel Patrick's cock pulsate inside of him, which just made him harder. He looked down to find Patrick staring holes into him, watching him with a boring gaze. It was obvious Patrick was enjoying this more than he was.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby..." He panted, looking into his eyes. "Fuck... You're gonna make me cum so hard..."

Henry couldn't agree more, feeling his groin squeal, tying a knot in his gut. He could only respond with eager moans and whimpers, too into it to talk.

Patrick pushed against Henry's chest, making him lean back. He did as guided, his hands coming behind him and landing on Patrick's knees as his back arched.

The pace was forced to change and while Henry didn't like that, whining softly, Patrick motivated him to keep moving.

With a simple rock and roll, Henry continued to ride Patrick, slowing down the pace but still able to keep himself close enough to his orgasm.

The raven looked down at the canvas in front of him, down Henry's sweaty, delicate abs to his weak v-line, all the way to Henry's bobbing cock and balls.

Henry's eyes narrowed to a glare as he watched Patrick, biting his lip. He gripped Patrick's knees, getting closer by the second. He began to drool, unable to close his mouth.

"Fucking hell, Patrick..." Henry whimpered, gritting his teeth as he forced his voice past his pleasured whines. "S-Stop staring and fuck me already!"

Patrick glanced up, a bit of surprise in his eyes as he was focused. A grin crept onto his lips and his hands landed on Henry's hips.

"You ready?" He hummed, pulling Henry closer.

"Fuck yes..." He moaned, his hands landing on the seat behind Patrick.

"Yeah?" Patrick teased.

"Patrick!" Henry grumbled. "Fuck me! I'm ready! I'm so ready!"

That's all Patrick wanted to hear--what he needed to hear. With his feet on the back of the seats in front of him and he pulled Henry fully against him.

Sweaty chests pressed together, the two's hips cradling each other, bodies fitting like puzzle pieces. Patrick's arms wrapped around Henry, forcing him still, pounding his cock up into the blond.

Henry's ears rung, his orgasm ripping through him. With just a few of Patrick's frantic thrusts, he was pushed over the edge, his body tensing up and the spring in his groin snapped.

Patrick felt Henry's walls clench up around him, just wanting to hold him tighter and thrust faster. He didn't last any longer than Henry though, his hips slamming before ceasing, spilling all he had to give into him.

He ended with a single thrust up into Henry, panting heavily against Henry's shoulder. Both of each other's chests heaved, rising up and down in sync.

Neither could say a word, simply sitting in the silence of their intense orgasms. The air around them slowly cleared, leaving post-nut clarity to do the rest.