Henry: Fuck me in the ass
Patrick: I already did
Henry: You dirty bastard
Patrick: :)
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Henry: Fuck me in the ass
Patrick: I already did
Henry: You dirty bastard
Patrick: :)

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This is Wrong HenryxPatrick
They sat there at the quarry, just the two of them. An orange sky stretched above the two of them as dusk fell over the town of Derry. They may have hated the damned town, but it could sure be beautiful.
They sat with their knees to their chests, chins resting in-between. They were silent for quite some time, breathing slowly. It was times like these where they could clear their fucked up heads.
Being close to the water chilled the air around them and it felt nice, but they couldn’t help but huddle near each other, homo or not, they were close enough to do things like that, right?
“We should have brought alcohol.” Patrick finally spoke, mumbling to hid friend. His eyes were still locked on the sky, thoughts still adrift.
“I knew we were forgetting something.” Henry sighed, uncurling from his curled up position, “Too late now. No cogs either...fuck.” He felt his pockets desperately.
“Wow, you suck today.” Patrick teased, finally turning, “Forgetting the essentials like that.” He smiled at Patrick who just glared, shaking his head, “Fuck you, it’s been a long day.”
Patrick looked henry over as he saw him give up his search. Patrick wasn’t one to hide anything. He really cared for Henry, but if his friend knew, he would be disgusted as far as he knew, it would be a disaster.
But Henry was vulnerable at times like this. Patrick loved hanging with him in the late and quiet hours of the day. He reached out to put a hand on Henry’s thigh, giving it a few pats.
“Let’s just make our own fun, huh?” Patrick suggested, earning a curious look from the other, “Like what?” Patrick crawled towards him, “Likeee...” Henry shook his head, “No. No fucking way. I’m no faggot.” Henry’s cheeks heated and Patrick loved the uncomfortable look on his face, “Come one, give me something, just once. You’ve done it before.”
Henry folded his wrists over one another, knees back up, “Fine, but let’s just say it was against my own will.” He tried not to look at Patrick as he closed in, beginning with a kiss on the neck, “We can say that.”
“This is wrong.”