Henry Bowers X Patrick Hockstetter

Cockstetter.

[Third Person POV]

Patrick walked down to his locker calmly, opening it and reaching inside to grab a small bag he had inside but paused from seeing a letter on the bottom of the locker. He looked around for any girls or such to be giggling or watching him expectantly but everyone was just going about their last day of school. He crouched down and grabbed it, carefully slipping it into his bag and slamming the locker, walking off quietly. He pulled out his phone and went to a saved number named "Henry" because, well it was Henry's number. He examined the various texts he sent with no reply. He grumbled and texted something along the lines of "getting out of school, I'll head to our spot?", sending it and looking around as to not bump into anyone as he made his way out the school. When he got outside he looked back down from feeling his phone buzzing. He sighed and lifted it up to look at who was calling and paused from seeing Henry's number.

"Finally," he hissed into the phone after answering and putting it to his ear.

"Oh shut up Patrick. You got the stuff?"

"Yes, where do you want me to go?"

"I'll share my location, I can't say."

"Fine."

"You better get here quick, understand."

"Yep."

"Good."

Patrick opened his mouth to respond but paused from the phone call ending. He grumbled and just kept walking, pawing through his bag when he got off campus. He grabbed the letter and opened it, reading through the sloppy but readable hand writing.

"Hey Cockstetter it's Bowers. I don't know when you're getting this but I'm sorry for not being able to respond and stuff. I'm aware of the meeting up when school ends and I'll explain then but I just couldn't. See you then, dickhead."

Patrick huffed, smiling in a manner to hide pure baffled anger.

"Cockstetter. Of all fucking names, he chose that."

He looked up and shoved it in his bag, grabbing his phone from feeling the buzz while reading. He tapped the location and followed the path it gave him rather quickly. He ended up in the middle of the forest, smiling still from his anger. He paused at seeing Henry sat on a rock.

"Cockstetter. That's what you came up with Bowers."

Henry looked up, screeching as Patrick shoved the paper in his face from grabbing it out the bag while also just throwing him on his back to the ground.

"In my defense, it was funny."

"You're so damn lucky I can't make a dick joke out of your name right now."

Henry looked up at him.

"So, you got the stuff?"

Patrick rolled his eyes held up the bag.

"Since you want your drugs so damn bad, yeah I went out my way to get 'em for ya."

Henry got up and sorta hurried to him, snatching the bag.

"My lighter and spray can are in there."

"Alright."

Patrick watched him calmly take out everything, which consisted of various substances, other than what he knew was Patrick's. He handed him the bag afterwards which Patrick took back. He walked to the rock he was sitting on before and sat back down, laying a few things out of his legs. Patrick just walked over and sat next to him, hugging the bag close in his lap and listening to Henry taking the various drugs.

"Don't kill yourself now," he huffed after a minute. Henry nodded.

"I won't."

"Good."

"Oh what do you care Cockstetter."

"Who cares, I just don't want you dead is that too much to ask."

Henry put the substances in their respected bags before tossing them to the side but still on the rock. He go up and walked past Patrick, huffing as Patrick grabbed him and pulled him back carefully.

"Where you goin' now."

"Let go," he mumbled. Patrick pulled him down to the ground infront of himself, watching Henry instantly wrap his arms up on the bag he had there and bury his face in his forearm. Patrick sighed and took the bag away, watching Henry look up to glare at him.

"What?"

"You're being a dick, man."

Patrick rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

"Mm."

"Mm? What's that mean?"

Henry stared at him, seeming to smile. Patrick sighed.

"What is it Bowers? I'm the one all giggly and smilin', what's got you happy all the sudden?"

"You just look nice from down here."

Patrick paused from the response. He grinned.

"Do I now?"

"Mhmmm."

"You look quite nice from up here."

Henry smiled stupidly from that and giggled softly.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Very nice."

"You-" He stopped to giggle. "You look kinda hot from here. And your body looks good."

"Didn't think you'd be the complimenting type when you're loopy, at all."

"What?"

Patrick shook his head.

"Nothing."

He watched Henry look him up and down slowly.

"Find anything you like?"

"Yeah."

"Oh?"

Henry quietly poked his croch, watching Patrick twitch a bit. He slid his hand over it softly and started rubbing it. Patrick smiled, his breathing getting a little heavy. He let out a soft sigh.

"Henry, c'mon now don't be like that."

"Huh?"

"You can do what you want with that."

Henry smiled at that and unzipped his jeans, pulling down the front just enough aswell as his boxers. He shuffled closer, licking the tip of his dick softly and grabbing the base and stroking it softly. Patrick smirked and watched excitedly. He giggled a bit but sorta groaned as Henry took in about half his dick.

"Never knew you were a cock sucker," Patrick hissed through his giggles. Henry ignored him and just started bobbing his head, slowly but surely taking in more. After a minute, Patrick's entire dick was in his mouth, more than the tip down his throat. He twitched from feeling Patrick's big hand grip onto his head. He started gagging a bit from feeling Patrick pull his head back and push it down, mouth fucking him.

"Good boy," he growled under his breath. "Good fucking boy, Henry."

Henry smiled from the praise and shuffled awkwardly. Slowly, his head was pushed down and Patrick let a stream of cum shoot down Henry's throat. He let him go, allowing him to slowly lift his head up as he sniffed. He looked at Patrick calmly and smiled.

"What are you smiling at?"

"I'm a good boy?"

Patrick paused.

"Uh. Sure."

He stood up and pulled up his boxers, zipping up his jeans. He walked around, gathering everything up and going to the bag, putting everything in it. He walked to Henry and scooped him up, smiling as he laid against him. Patrick walked out the forest calmly and into a more isolated route through town before going right into his house from the back door. He slid upstairs and set Henry on his bed.

"You take a nap okay? Or let the drugs fuck with ya, I gotta do my chores before my parents get back."

Henry nodded and yawned quietly. Patrick kissed his head softly before leaving and shutting the door. Henry rolled over and shut his eyes, hugging himself loosely as he almost instantly passed out.