Henry Bowers X Patrick Hockstetter

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[Third Person POV]

Henry lay in bed, smiling at his phone as he texted Patrick on the other end. They had been separated by Henry moving to a somewhat close town but Patrick had forced him to take his number so they could keep contact and Henry loved it. He smiled to himself as Patrick called him, and he answered.

"Hen?"

"Hey Pat. What's so important you wanted to call?"

"Well, does your new room have a window facing the driveway?"

"You didn't."

"Yes, c'mon down I stole Belch's car. Get a bag too, you're staying at my place for a while since my parents are out on business."

"Alright," Henry snickered softly. "I'll be out as soon as I can."

"Good."

"Oh wait."

"What?"

Henry got up and started gathering his things around while he spoke.

"What did you mean last night by "I'll break you"? That one text you sent."

"I dunno I was a bit tipsy I guess? C'mon though, I've been waiting for this moment since you moved and I gotta get the car back to Belch."

"I'm coming, just be patient with me man. My dad's downstairs and the air conditioning is gonna stop soon so your timing is great but it won't last long."

"Alright fine. I'll stop the call so it's easier. See you in a minute."

"See ya."

Henry shoved his phone in his bag when the call ended. He yanked his charger out of the outlet with the box and put them in with the phone. He quickly got up and struggled with the window but froze up from hearing his dad's footsteps coming toward the room over the buzz of the air conditioning. He frantically jerked the window open and managed himself out onto the roof that jutted out from under it. He glanced around and paused at seeing Belch's car with Patrick leaning over the steering wheel to see him through the windshield. He smiled and waved at him, watching Henry shuffle to the end of the roof and take a deep breath before jumping down to the ground. He got up and staggered to the car, getting in quickly and sorta slamming the door shut. He threw his bag to the backseat and huffed as Patrick got it started and drove off with him. Henry looked around, smiling at seeing Darry's town surround them after a bit of driving. He shut his eyes and relaxed into his seat, sighing to himself. Soon enough, they pulled into Belch's driveway.

"C'mon, I gotta leave the car here. We can run down to my house."

"Alright. Sounds like a plan."

Henry leaned over and grabbed his bag, getting out and watching Patrick get out aswell. He followed Patrick down to his house where they walked inside. Henry suddenly dropped the bag as Patrick scooped him up off the floor.

"Oh I missed you."

"I've been outa town for a week and we've been talking constantly," Henry snickered. Patrick hurried to the kitchen and shoved him up against the counter.

"Hey, I just got back to you and you're already tryna fuck me?"

"It's been a week. So many days I couldn't touch you. Do you know how much that made me suffer Hen?"

"You don't have anything better to do."

"Not really."

"Wow. You are desperate aren't ya Pat."

"I'm not desperate. Just y'know. Missed you."

"How about instead of instantly fucking, we go upstairs and cuddle. We can just chill for a minute."