#bowstetter

I forgot that I changed the brush thickness when drawing Patrick in profile, sorry!

Henry x Patrick

Warning: This relationship, smut, long story, swearing. Characters not themselves.

Took me four days to write this.

This is also my second smut, and I never wrote about two guys going at it, so bear with me.

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Two year ago, Derry, Maine. Summer of 1987.

Henry Bowers, the leader of his little ‘gang’. Patrick Hockstetter, a fearless follower of Henry’s. The two boys were kindred souls, found entertainment in each other’s acts. Which led to them becoming closer as friends. Patrick was Henry’s friend, not a better soul like Belch, but a he was a fun one. More often than not, the two hung around themselves. Sure, the others would do terrible things with them; but not things like how Henry and Patrick wanted. The two became partners in crime. Enjoying the sinister company of one another.

Henry even allowed Patrick to sleep over at times. (Patrick slept outside anyways, and Henry just allowed him into the house.) Henry tried making Patrick sleep on the couch, but the boy insisted it would be better if he was in the same room. Henry, not being able to rid of Patrick anyway, just allowed him. Not having any spare pillow or blankets to give to him, just handed over his shirt. Telling him to use it as a pillow or blanket. “Lemme sleep up there, I won’t try anythin’.” Patrick said, not yet making a move on him, so Henry trusted him.

Henry denied, telling him that was what homosexuals do. Patrick laughed and denied that, “Doin’ shit is, I just wanna sleep.” Patrick smiled. Henry slowly nodded, scooting over slightly for Patrick. Patrick would smilie and think how far he could possibly go with Henry. The lanky teen stood up, crawling onto the bed. Trying to get under the covers, but Henry stopped him. Patrick shakes his head with an amused smile. 'This boy is so cautious.’ Patrick thinks with a chuckle. “Again, Bowers. Not gay if we’re just sleeping.” Patrick says, getting under the covers.

Henry slowly nods, as if he needed permission to do things. What a poor broken boy. The two lay down in the bed, Henry not facing Patrick’s direction. The two lay there for an hour. Both not being able to sleep. “Pat, you still awake?” Henry asked, gaining the attention of Patrick. “Yeah.” He responds, staring up at the cracked ceiling. Henry waits a bit before talking again, then he sits up. Patrick following suit. “Are you tired?” Henry asks, looking over at Patrick. The brunette shakes his head, it was true. He wasn’t, his head was busy running with thoughts. “Wanna head out?” Henry asks, earning a nod and a smirk.

The two boys get up, and sneak out of the house. Wondering into the night, talking, and getting to know each other more than better. If you look close enough into their relationship, they seem to have faint chemistry. This was what it was like for time to come. Patrick sleeping over, and Henry getting more comfortable with things, with Patrick.

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Patrick knew of Henry’s abuse, and yeah, he was sinister, but he wouldn’t want anyone hurting his friends, besides him. Especially the one he actually values, Henry Bowers. One of those days, were today. Henry got his ass beat due to being too close to Patrick. Honestly, pissing off Patrick, Henry too, but making him weary of his friend. Maybe his dad was right, was Patrick too close to him? This caused Henry to ignore Patrick, but if he did talk to him, it was as short of an answer as it gets.

Patrick made it a goal to get Henry to be the fun friend he once had. Not ignoring him, not being bummed out. He would still stick around during the gang hang outs. Patrick was still apart of the gang after all. He would stay behind after the others left. Just wanting his happy Henry back.

“Why do you stay around?” Henry asks Patrick, slight sadness heard in his voice. He was quite, due to what happened to him earlier. Henry tried disguising it as his normal tough demeanor. They all knew what happened, the new bruises, the more angry act. So when Belch and Victor left, Henry just went quite. He would talk when he was being talked to. When the others left him and Patrick, they hoped Patrick would just take things off of Henry’s mind. Patrick and Henry became close over the time together. They were kindred souls, they couldn’t help but get along. They hung around each other more than as a gang. Nothing more, just messing around like the boys they are.

The two boys look towards the quarry. The two were sitting on some rocks. Their other friends left the two alone once again. A not so rare occurrence. They have families to go home to, and these two rather have fun. “I find you entertaining.” Patrick responds with a smile painting his face. Not his traditional, 'Be scared’ smile. Just a normal smile, a rare thing Henry gets to see once in awhile. Patrick held out a pack of cigarettes he stole. Henry takes one, placing it in his mouth. Removing the lighter from his pants, Patrick lights Henry’s cigarette. The brunette places a cigarette into his own mouth and lights it.

The two take long drags, and remove the cigarette to exhale. “Why have you been avoiding me?” Patrick asks, taking in a small drag. Henry stops for a moment, breathing out the smoke. He doesn’t look at Patrick, who stares at Henry for an answer. “I, I don’t know. We still hang out, didn’t realise you were so fuckin’ clingy.” Henry says, trying to sound tough. Patrick yanks the cigarette from Henry’s mouth, and puts it out on the rock.

Henry looks over at Patrick, furrowed brows at the act. “I don’t stick around to see you bummed out; I like your company, you’re fun.” Patrick says, removing his shirt. Henry eyes Patrick, not knowing what he was going to do. “Take those fuckin’ clothes off, Henry.” Patrick says as he undoes his belt. “What the hell are you doin’?” Henry asks, causing Patrick to laugh. “We’re gonna swim. Now get those clothes off, unless you want them wet.” Patrick smirks, laughing to himself at the joke. Henry rolls his eyes, tugging his shirt off. Next, his boots, then his pants. Patrick watching all too intently.

Henry looks up to see Patrick eying him. “What?” Henry snaps at Patrick, almost feeling self conscious of the scars. “Just waitin’ on you sweetheart.” Patrick snickers from the edge of the cliff. Henry scowls, and heads towards Patrick. The boy shoves Patrick slightly, causing him to fall down. Henry watches at Patrick lands in the water, he doesn’t resurface, and that’s when Henry starts to panic. Does he even know how to swim? Henry jumps in, thinking he just killed Patrick.

Henry lands into the water, looking all over for Patrick, or at least a sign of his friend. “Hockstetter!” Henry yells for the boy, only to get tugged down into the water. Henry screams as he goes under, once he resurfaces, he sees a laughing Patrick. His hair all over his face, and his bright smile clear. Henry sighs slightly in relief, but punches Patrick for the scare. This only makes Patrick laugh more, then the two start splashing around. Trying to see who could make the biggest wave to hit each other.

The two laugh as they play in the water, hours going by until it became night. The moon visible, reflecting off this waters. Stars giving them slight slight along with the moon. The two made it back up to their pile of rocks on the cliff. They sat on the rocks, wiping themselves dry with Patrick’s blue button up shirt. Henry let the air dry his hair, while Patrick shook his head like a dog to dry off. The water hitting Henry, causing him to complain. Hockstetter laughs, and receives another punch. The two got redressed, and continued to look into the sky. Smoking a cigarette every now and then.

Not as hard as the last punch, put would still hurt anyone else. The two lay on the rocks, looking into the sky, Henry already feeling better. “You still never told me how I’m entertaining.” Henry mentions. Patrick smiles, and looks over at the other boy. “You never asked.” Hockstetter responds, sitting up.

“How?” Henry questions, looking towards a staring Patrick. The lanky boy smiles, and leans close to Henry, his breath hitting him. “I could tell you, or I could show you.” Patrick snickers, and pokes Henry’s swollen cheek.

Henry pulls away from Patrick’s touch. A look of annoyance clear on his face. His face did hurt from the little touch his friend did. “Show me what?” Henry asks, trying to keep Patrick’s mind occupied. He learned to do that when they became friends. He knew of Patrick’s overthinking. Henry wasn’t the nicest person, but he did slight kind acts around his friends. Mostly Patrick, well, that’s how Patrick saw it. He believed Henry valued him, helping him when he seemed to need it. Entertained him, kept him company. Especially when Patrick couldn’t sleep, he would just head over to Henry’s. (Something Henry didn’t like at first.)

Henry enjoyed having company, because he knew Patrick would kill his father for hurting him. Even if Patrick was sinister, the only thing he didn’t want dying, was Henry. He gave him a source of entertainment, and Patrick wanted to keep that. So the two became close, but Henry pretends not to value Patrick. Thinking someone will notice how close the two actually were. Yes, they were friends. They never showed how close they actually were. Only time when this happens, is when Patrick can’t wait for attention. He can’t wait an hour after someone leaves, its instantly, and that annoys Henry.

Henry trys to keep Patrick from touching his injuries again. Patrick smiles darkly, at Henry’s response, he gets up and finds a spot closer to Henry on the rocks. “What?” Henry asks, trying to sound tough. He knew he was failing at the attempt from Patrick’s smirk. The lanky boy looks Henry up and down, taking in his presence. Patrick reaches over to Henry, the blond watching intently the whole time.

The leader watches Patrick in confusion, but jumps when he feels Patrick rubbing him. He looks at Patrick with wide eyes. His heartbeat quickening. It wasn’t the first time Patrick touched him like that. It was just the once. Henry punched him that day, fearing someone would catch the act; considering their friends just left. “W-what are you doin’?” Henry asks, squirming. Patrick uses his other hand to squeeze Henry’s thigh. “Gonna show how you’re entertaining.” Patrick snickers. He brings his mouth close to Henry’s ear. “You looked bummed out anyway.” Patrick chuckles lightly as he licks Henry’s lobe.

Patrick smiles as he stops with Henry’s ear and looks up at his friend. Freeing Henry from his jeans, he looks all over the boy’s shaft. Slight hand movements as he memorizes the veins and shape. Observing Henry intently, making the boy blush. “W-well if you’re gonna do that shit, don’t stare you pansy!” Henry exclaimed, embarrassed. Henry looked away from the whole scene, his face was completely pink. Patrick pulled Henry’s face to look at him. “Don’t get embarrassed, I’ve seen you before.” Patrick smiles, and gives Henry one powerful stroke.

Henry jumped slightly, but he did like it. Quite a bit. The abused boy never did admit it, but he was a virgin. Always claimed he had many partners, which was a lie. Patrick was the only person who saw him before, back at the junkyard. Patrick knew it too, by how Henry responded to his touches. God, did Henry hope no one knew about that. He would never admit to doing anything with a guy, especially Patrick. The lanky teen knew how Henry was about homophobic acts, just made him want Henry more.

Henry leans his head back instantly as Patrick pumps his shaft. From massaging Henry’s balls, to slowly moving his hand to the tip. The brunette spit onto the head, rubbing the hole. A moan escapes from Henry, and Patrick smiled as he eyes his partner. His hair covering his face as he looked down at Henry. Moving his hands lower, he keeps a firm grasp. He rubs the shaft, getting it all lubricated from the saliva he applied. Patrick looks up again, seeing Henry has his mouth hung open, and his eyes squeezed shut.

The lanky boy smiles darkly, as he starts jerking Henry at a fast pace. Henry becomes a mess of moans, which Patrick smirks at. He keeps one hand on Henry, while his other one frees himself from his trousers. He looks away from Henry for a moment, and watches himself become freed. Patrick was already dripping with come. He focuses back on Henry’s shaft. Henry is already dripping come from Patrick and his handy work.

Patrick rubs himself, but not quite, he yanks himself. As if it is a pain to not have something touching him. He looks over to see Henry trying to latch onto the rocks due to the intense pleasure. Knuckles turning white from the grip. Licking his lips, Patrick snickers and grabs a hold of Henry’s hand. The blond slowly opens his lusty eyes. His partner places his friend’s hand onto himself. He helps Henry get the motion he wanted. The boy not wanting to touch Patrick, tries pulling his hand away; worried someone might see.

“No one is gonna fuckin’ see, even if they did, I wouldn’t blame them for wantin’ to watch.” Patrick cackles as he gives Henry one more hard stroke. Henry pumps his hips forward with a moan. Naturally, he squeezes Patrick. Causing Patrick to moan too. The two become a moaning mess. Anyone in the area, would possibly hear the two going at it. Shock would fill their faces, seeing the two terrifying bullies getting each other off.

The two continue jerking each other, moans filling the air. Both loud from over stimulation. They both came into each others hands multiple times. Both trying to come again. Henry was on verge of tears, which was when Patrick stood up. He made way in between Henry’s thighs. Causing the boy to focus on Patrick. “If you want, I can put my mouth on it.” Patrick offered, massaging his partner’s jean covered thighs. Henry didn’t know how to respond to such a question, he wanted it, he was horny. But what if someone sees? Henry took a moment, thinking of an answer. Did he really want to end the pleasure again? In that moment, Patrick decided to just do it. He got onto his knees, taking Henry into his mouth instantly.

The moment the hot breath of Patrick’s came near Henry’s prize, the boy held his breath. He tried holding it in, but was desperate for air. He whimpered as he felt a warm cavern on his dick. He breathed heavily as Patrick worked his magic. It was as if he did this before, he flicked his tongue in all the right places. Knowing exactly how to make Henry whimper constantly. But this was the first time, for Henry, and Patrick putting his mouth on Henry.

Patrick slid his tongue under the head all the way around. Licking from the bottom up, sucking on the sides. Everything he can do to make Henry come again. Patrick looks up to see how close Henry was. He smiles as he sees how Henry was responding. Wanting to make Henry go overboard, he massages Henry’s balls again.

The blond, being the mess he was, latched a hand into the other boy’s hair. Wanting Patrick to do more, along with desperate to hold something, anything. The still damp hair of Patrick’s was wrapped around Henry’s fingers. Patrick chuckled, sending vibrations throughout Henry. He always knew he would get Henry at some point. The fingers that laced themselves in Patrick’s hair, tightened. Patrick started to moan from the tight grip, and his own handy work. Henry started to become more vocal, moaning loudly. The vibrations sending Henry over the edge, he started drooling. Completely unaware of this.

Within a moment, Henry released once again, this time in his partner’s mouth. Patrick swallowed Henry’s seed, and continues. He goes as deep as Henry’s length offers. Not choking a single time, as if he were a pro. Patrick looks up at Henry, while he stroked himself and sucked Henry. The boy looked so vulnerable, just like Patrick wants. The brunette removes his mouth, and licks from the bottom to the tip. Kissing the little hole at top. Patrick tried squeezing his tongue into the hole, only getting shot with seed once more. He puts Henry into his mouth again, and the boy groaned in pain.

Patrick came into his own hand at the gesture. He looks to see Henry trying to pull away. “H-Hockstetter, its too much!” Henry exclaimed, trying to rid himself from Patrick’s grip. Snickering was heard once more, so Henry looked at the brunette. The boy slowly slid his mouth off from the shaft. The sound of a pop echoed. Patrick licks his lips, and stands up, motioning for Henry to return the favor. The blond boy looks confused and fatigued. “You’re not the only one whose gonna get off, Henry.” Patrick smirks, and moves to straddle Henry. He makes sure Henry has easy access to him. Holding himself out towards Henry. The blond shakes his head, a scowl clear on his face.

Patrick rolls his eyes, and squeezes Henry’s cheeks. The moment Henry’s mouth becomes open, Patrick slams himself inside. Henry tries pushing Patrick’s hips away, but to no avail. The sound of choking and gagging fills Patrick’s ears. The brunette doesn’t even think about being gentle with the boy. He was hungry, and he needed his dick in something. Henry, wanting out of this, bit down, causing Patrick to groan. Since he was already close, he came into Henry’s mouth. Pulling himself out of Henry’s mouth, he grabbed Henry. Henry spitting the come out of his mouth instantly. He held a disgusted face, as a firm grasp on the boy’s jaw stayed. Patrick sent a glare towards the shorter boy. “Did you not see how I did it?” Patrick growls. The two glare daggers at each other. “Or were you too over the edge?” Patrick smirks.

“I don’t wanna fuckin’ blow you.” Henry growled at Patrick. The lanky boy rolled his eyes, and flipped Henry over. The boy tried fighting Patrick, but was already pressed against the rocks. Patrick reaches forward, into Henry’s front right pocket. The boy tried wiggling from Patrick, but again, no avail. Yanking Henry’s pants down, the boy started to squirm more. “Hockstetter! Let me go, now!” Henry said, breathy, still fatigued from Patrick. Slowly, tugging Henry’s boxers down, Patrick licked his lips. Using his free hand to remove his belt. Patrick wrapped up his leader’s hands, tying him up nicely.

Henry, yelling curses at Patrick, fearing of what Patrick has planned. The lanky teen, crouches behind his leader. He massages the ass of Henry. Bringing his mouth to Henry’s hole, teasing him. Breathing onto the little hole, causing Henry to shiver. Patrick begins to lick the entrance, causing Henry to bite his lip and squirm. “I know you don’t want my dick inside you, but you won’t cooperate. So I have to do everything on my own.” Patrick says to Henry. Spitting onto Henry’s hole, rubbing the hole slowly. “Hockstetter, stop!” Henry says, trying to move. Patrick smiles and slowly shoves a finger up Henry. “A-ah! S-stop!” The blond says shaking. Patrick smiles, moving the finger in and out. “Stop! I’ll cooperate…” Henry says ashamed.

Patrick smiles, pulling his finger back. He flips Henry around, leaning close to his face. “What do you have in mind?” Patrick smiles darkly. Henry turns red, and looks away. “L-let…me be the one in charge.” Henry says embarrassed. Patrick begins to stroke Henry again, a smirk on his face the entire time. Patrick laughs, and Henry gulps, thinking he will turn down the offer. “You wanna dominate me, Bowers?” Patrick asks, smiling. He laughs at the embarrassment Henry has.

“Do it then, take me, Henry.” Patrick still holds his smirk, pumping Henry again. He stops and undoes the belt from Henry’s wrists. He throws the belt to the side, and stares at Henry with lust. The moment Henry had his wrists free, he pounced onto Patrick. Not out of anger, but out of hunger. Patrick made him sexually frustrated, kept teasing him, touching him. It made Henry extremely wanting, and he wanted to fix that. He wanted Patrick, such a willing, skilled participant. Henry also wasn’t the one going to be pounded into. So taking Patrick was the only way he wasn’t going to be butt fucked.

Henry sat in front of Patrick, the two on the ground. He pulled his shirt off, and yanked Patrick’s pants and boxers down. Patrick removing his own shirt, and smirked at a blushing Henry. “If you’re gonna do that shit, don’t fuckin’ stare you pansy.” Patrick mocked, smirking at Henry. Henry growled, looking over at his knife on the rocks. He grabs it, and it pops open. He brings it to Patrick’s hip, rubbing the cold blade along his partner. Pleased breathes leave Patrick at the gesture. Henry angles the knife to cut Patrick, and it does, he carves an 'H’ into his hip. Patrick moans at the feeling, and Henry can see just how excited it made Patrick.

Henry gulps at the sight, he takes a second to register the moment. Quickly, he tosses the knife to the side, and yanks Patrick towards him. The boy giggles, and Henry feels his heartbeat quicken. Was he really doing this? Going to fuck a boy? Going to fuck Patrick, fucking Hockstetter? He shakes his head, ignoring his thoughts. Henry was already this far and horny, no turning back now.

Henry grabs onto Patrick again. He flips him onto all fours, blushing slightly of the act and sight. Henry stares, then runs his hands over Patrick’s hips. Remembering how Patrick started with him, he spits onto his fingers. Henry slowly reached towards Patrick’s hole. He applied the spit all around the hole, and gently applied pressure to the entrance. Patrick moans as the finger slowly goes in. Henry moves the finger in and out, and slowly adds another. Patrick moaning already from the feeling. Henry moves his fingers quickly, in and out, making Patrick moan with every pump of a finger. The two grow harder than before, and Henry needed to be inside his fellow gang member. Henry adds more saliva to the hole, and he focuses on his hard on.

Henry steadily grabs a hold of Patrick’s hips. Using his dominate hand, he spits into his hand; rubbing his head and places himself at Patrick’s entrance. Henry ignores his thoughts, blinking hard, to see if this was really happening. He takes a deep breath, and took a few more seconds. Before Patrick could make a comment about how long he was taking, Henry presses himself in. He gets himself all the way in, and Patrick arches his back, moaning loudly at Henry’s length. Henry feels Patrick’s muscles clench around him. A soft moan escapes Henry, and he forgets about everything. Except for getting him and Patrick off.

Completely forgetting about taking it easy; he rams into Patrick. He starts to become rough, going faster than Patrick was when he was jerking him off. Patrick moans loudly from the pain. Blood drips from how rough Henry was going on Patrick’s hole. Patrick has done a lot of things, but being dominated, and having his hole penetrated was a first. Not only was his hole bleeding, his hip did too. The cut Henry gave him was deep, and would definitely leave a scar. The two rock back and fourth quickly. The area echoing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Patrick moaning louder than Henry, as if it was a competition.

Henry, grips onto Patrick’s hips, so tight there will be bruises on the boy for weeks. He pounds into Patrick, low moans escaping him. Patrick’s arms start to shake, signaling that they are about to give out. Patrick moans louder as his upper half falls to lay on the ground. Henry hits is spot over and over, powerful thrusts each time. Patrick moans loudly, biting his lip. Each time he is pushed forward by Henry, Patrick moans louder.

Patrick groans, and his back arches lightly as he releases. A loud moan escaping him, he clenches onto a stray rock beside him. His knuckles were white like Henry’s from earlier. His mouth hangs open, he bounces forward each time Henry slams forward. Patrick tries lifting himself up, but the force his partner was putting in, knocks down his weak state.

Patrick slowly, reaches towards his own shaft, stroking himself as Henry rammed into him. He begins to breathe heavily as Henry manages to get rougher. Patrick’s legs start to give out to by the force, and Henry notices. He lifts Patrick towards him, his back pressed against his chest. Slowly, Henry reaches towards Patrick’s hard on. He starts to jerk Patrick, feeling the boy press his ass towards him more. Henry breathes out, and uses his other hand to hold Patrick’s stomach. Pulling out entirely, and ramming himself back in.

Doing this made Patrick more of a mess. Sweat drips from Henry and Patrick’s foreheads. Both panting from the tiredness they here being overcomed with. Henry continues to keep pulling out and ramming into Patrick. The lanky teen is in bliss, not just from Henry jerking him off, but the feeling of Henry inside him.

Patrick chokes out a moan, and arches his back as he releases into Henry’s hand. Still pounding into Patrick, Henry brings his hand to Patrick’s mouth. The boy licks off his own come from Henry’s hand. Sucking on his fingers too, making Henry want Patrick more. Henry bit his own lip, he wanted so desperately to suck on Patrick’s neck. He couldn’t help himself, he started doing it without thought. Which made Patrick smirk, he tilted his head to give Henry more access.

Licking, sucking, and little nibbles all over Patrick’s neck that would soon become hickeys. Patrick licked his lips as Henry’s tongue trailed all over his neck. Patrick giggles as his partner licked his jawline.

Henry hearing Patrick giggle, made him want to flip Patrick over and take him at a different angle, but they were both in bliss like that. He continues to mark Patrick, and that’s when he feels it. Henry was going to come.

Henry tries to get in more thrusts, but feels another release coming for him. “I-I’m gonna come.” Henry growls, trying to keep up his beat. He becomes sloppy, but tries to keep going. “Do it inside me.” Patrick mumbles, panting beneath Henry. The boy slowly nods at Patrick’s request. Henry pushes Patrick to lay his upper half on the ground. Patrick had his arms beside his head. Clenching onto the ground, drool escaping his mouth as Henry keeps it up. “Fuck… Henry.” Patrick moans breathlessly.

Henry does one more powerful thrust, and a loud moan escapes him. He releases, and Patrick moans and clenches his fists at the feeling. His eyes clenching shut from the hot liquid inside him. Patrick moans as he feels the liquid stay inside him, along with some dripping out of him. Henry pulls out of Patrick, panting.

Henry goes to wipe the sweat on his forehead, but is shoved down. Patrick smirks darkly, as he lingers over Henry. “I knew we’d fuck one day.” Patrick snickers. Patrick still pants from all the action that went down. Henry shoves Patrick away, blushing. He reaches for his clothes, but Patrick has other plans. “W-what do you want now? We already did shit!” Henry said, still trying to catch his breath.

Patrick smirks, “I want so much more, but you don’t have the balls to do it with me.” he says, catching Henry off guard. Henry holds his shirt to his crotch, raising a brow at Patrick. What could he mean? They already fucked. Is he referring to him wanting to dominate Henry? He already knows the answer. This was a one time thing, just to get out of being pounded into.

Patrick leans close, he licks his lips as he eyes Henry’s. The blond still doesn’t get the message, so Patrick just laughs. He latches his hand into Henry’s hair and pulls him to his lips. Henry, was shocked, his eyes wide. He is too far in shock that he forgets that he was still kissing Patrick. He blinks to get back to reality, and quickly shoves himself away from Patrick. “I put my fuckin’ dick in you, isn’t that enough!” Henry exclaims, sounding as if he is angry by the act.

Patrick snickers, rubbing Henry again. “No, I want more. You’re good, for a virgin.” Patrick smirks, causing Henry to become red. The blond shoves Patrick’s hand away. Henry then starts to put his clothes on, Patrick watching the whole time. “Shut the fuck up.” Henry snaps at his follower. Patrick smiles, putting his clothes on too. “Next time, I want to be the one who pounds into you.” Patrick coos into Henry’s direction. The boy freezes, and his face goes pale. Next time? This was supposed to be for one time. Henry can’t risk getting caught. “This is only a one time thing.” Henry responds, not looking at Patrick.

A month had passed, and Henry stand corrected. Patrick and him, they have been keeping up this secret once a week. And just like Patrick wanted, Henry was the submissive one. Only once, and Patrick was too rough on him. So it won’t be Henry taking the submissive end anymore. It was in the backseat of an old car in the junkyard. Henry rode Patrick, hurting from how hard Patrick went. That didn’t stop them though, they finished that up and never did it again. Henry was still worried the two would get caught, so he always made sure to wait until night. Depends where they are, in order for them to fuck. Patrick’s house, the barn at Henry’s, the old car in the junkyard. Henry was still cautious about the whole thing, but he had become more of a horn dog.

Henry and Patrick did share kisses when left alone. Sometimes that led them to fucking, when they knew no one was around. Patrick didn’t care about getting caught, but Henry did. He tried irritating Henry about it, so they could get to it already. He did know when not to help Henry get undressed though. One of those times, is when Henry knows about him. With someone else.

Henry agreed to let Patrick fuck other people, since Henry won’t let Patrick dominate him anymore. Just don’t let Henry know when Patrick is with someone else, otherwise Henry will become bitchy. Yes, he gave permission, but he still felt angry when he knew. Patrick knew this too, he wanted Henry jealous, which means he will be more aggressive. Maybe even Patrick will get more scars, just like the 'H’ on his hip. It never did fade, and neither will his likes for the boy.

Patrick would get off with any person that he could get, but he always thought about Henry. He would constantly tell that to Henry when the boy was upset. Which of course, made Henry blush, but still angered the boy.

The two never officially declared themselves a couple, but Patrick saw themselves as one. Henry, still 'staying’ with his homophobic ways, won’t even address their relationship. He says Patrick is just a friend, nothing more. If people, (Belch or Victor) mention how close Patrick and him are, he shuts it down. Making up any lie he can, to sound like he didn’t care.

The two got so close, that they promised to move away together when they were ready. The thing is, that would never happen. Patrick would listen to Henry’s wish one day, go after some chubby kid named Ben, go into the sewers, and never come back. It would tear Henry apart, especially when he didn’t have Patrick there for him. Not to prevent the abuse, not to get his mind off of things, not to help him leave Derry. That’s why Henry snapped after his dad beat him, he didn’t want it anymore. He pretended to not care about Patrick when Belch mentioned it, it hurt him. The other two knew it did too, but they didn’t say anything.

Henry snapped, and killed them all. His life has fallen apart, and he wasn’t going without a fight. Not without one last punch to reality. He was alone. Henry had no one anymore. No more dreams, no more fun, just the blame of Patrick’s death. Henry was ashamed of never telling Patrick how he truly felt, because now, he never will be able to. All those times, acting as if Patrick meant nothing to him, it killed him.

He loved him.

He would pretend to not be affected by the death of Patrick. A rock war will happen, and he will remember everything he did with Patrick. The fun, the feeling of safety that Henry hardly ever feels. He would kill his father, his friends, and go after the losers alone. Not without whispering to himself, as if Patrick could still hear his words.

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1. How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?Henry sleeps in his boxers, sometimes going completely nude while Patrick likes to sleep in the same wife beater he’s worn all day and boxers. Patrick pulls Henry in close to his chest, enjoying the feeling of something warm and meaty to hold tight to at night. It’s a quality of Patrick’s that Henry will always complain about but secretly likes because it makes him feel secured.

In the morning Henry is usually always greeted to Patrick’s obscenely loud chewing/slurping of cereal in bed. They don’t talk much, as Henry hates any kind of communication before fully waking up and Patrick has nothing particular to say. So they stay in bed doing their own thing, Patrick eating breakfast, Henry watching him eat, before the day truly begins.

Nothing interesting. They’re lives are able to function without each other’s presence and sometimes that’s for the best. There are days Patrick will disappear for long hours only to return with scratch marks and blood staining his clothes. Henry’s well aware of the fridge but sometimes he wonders if there isn’t another reason-- person, behind those injuries.

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?Henry was more so off put by Patrick’s whole-- everything, but he needed Patrick for the man power, plus fear factor.

Patrick always heard the rumors about what lengths Henry would go to when bullying their peers and found great interest in how far Henry could be pushed.

5. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?Aside from variations of names like Pat or Hockstetter, any nicknames or pet names bestowed on to Patrick by Henry would be slurs. Patrick likes to give Henry degrading names such as Princess when wanting to push his buttons. But he uses them sparingly since Henry is only so much fun when angry.