A romance

Urges...

I am back, for some unknown reason. Let's go. 

I love everyone of you who has left comments or messages over the last years. I have read them, probably late but better than never, right? 

If you like boyxboy stories in general please feel free to read my other story!
https://www.wattpad.com/1009734738-power-dynamics-1

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Charlie walked behind Patrick while trying to correct his pants in a discrete manner. He was wearing suit like pants in a black color, and even though the color of the pants helped him a bit, the pants were of a thin fabric that could give away that he was flustered - for another reason that the room being warm and him being drunk. Thankfully they sat down soon enough. After sitting down, he moved his blazer a bit and crossed his legs while letting his drink be placed in a strategic place... 

Charlie scratched his neck in a nervous manner and looked himself around. He sat between Patrick and one of Patrick's classmates, Julien. Patrick leaned back in a relaxed manner and rested his arm behind Charlie, but on the sofa. Charlie glanced over to Patricks direction and could feel himself go from frisky, frustrated and hot to being all that and upset. Just because you can control your urges, dumbass, he thought to himself, while realizing his thoughts weren't very clear. What... urges?! What kind of urges would I have, from what? Now? Never!, he continued this conversation for a minute in his head before shaking it off and taking another sip of his drink. Gay? Never! He found himself not really being willing to let the conversation go. After a while he just sank down a bit in the couch, with the word confused echoing in his head.

Patrick had a pleasant conversation with the people that sat across from the couch, and Julien that commented the conversation from time to time. Charlie was quiet, and seemed quite twitchy... Patrick didn't know how to interpret his behavior, and just tried to focus on the positive things. That Charlie had kissed him back... and Patrick tried to feel happy and in the moment. He rarely had high hopes about anything really, but he was... glad. Glad to be surrounded by friends, and to have something that could be described as a love life... or something like that. He tried not to get too confused with it all, but the drinking didn't really help him with that. He just wanted to be close to Charlie, and he was.