Henry Bowers X Patrick Hockstetter

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[Third Person POV]

Henry hurried toward the house, his tears only visible through the heavy rain by the fact his face was red with so much emotion. He knocked on the door roughly, breathing heavy breaths as he had just walked quite the way to get to this house. He stood straight as it opened and a lady walked out a bit on the porch. She seemed to pause at the sight of Henry.

"Hello," she said calmly.

"Hello miss Hockstetter," Henry responded through his tears. "Is Patrick home?"

"He is. He says he doesn't want to talk to you right now though."

"Wh- can I just go and speak to him for a minute? Please? I'll leave when I can resolve what the fuck I did wrong that's making your son entirely ignore me and my whole existence."

The woman stared at him quietly for a long moment.

"You can when you fix that attitude Henry. Go home. You'll catch a cold."

Henry seemed surprised by the response. He took a step forward, anxious to say something but nothing came out. He peered inside while she closed the door and to his surprise Patrick stood staring at him with thst stupid smug look on his face. His shoulders dropped as he heard the small click of the door being locked.

"Henry?"

He sorta jolted and looked over at Victor who stood there with an umbrella.

"Hey."

"Everything alright?"

Henry walked off the porch and just hugged Victor, both to be comforted but also to be under the umbrella.

"You wanna head back to my place?"

"No, I'll go somewhere."

"Alright."

Henry slowly let go of him and nodded.

"Thanks. See you."

"See ya man. Be careful."

"I'll try."

Henry turned away and walked himself down to the junkyard. What he hadn't noticed was, after Vic left the spot Patrick had left his house and followed him at a distance. Oblivious to being stalked, Henry climbed into a broken car to take shelter of the rain. He huddled up and shut his eyes, hoping he could just sleep and forget about everything. In his little mind space, he hadn't realized that in reality a nearly soaked Patrick climbed into the seat next to him, panting and giggling excitedly.

"Ay Hen."

That's what woke Henry up entirely and he looked at Patrick, entirely surprised. His mouth was semi open and he just stared wide eyed. Patrick snickered.

"Shut your mouth I ain't accepting a blow job right now."

Henry paused and his face flushed red. He gripped onto his sleeve and grumbled.

"Whatever Cockstetter. What are you even doing here."

"You wanted to talk to me right? What's up?"

"You know what's up you dick! I don't want to be ignored all my life! Especially by you!"

"It ain't for your whole life Hen."

"Wh- You're doing this on purpose!"

"So what. Not like our "relationship" is anything but us fucking."

Henry stared at him, in complete awe. He grit his teeth and hurried out of the car, cutting his palm on a piece of glass while doing so. The hood of the car had sharp chipping paint which felt like rocks on his hands while he got out. He didn't look back to watch Patrick climb out more meticulously as to not cut himself on anything. He followed Henry as he hurried to the forest nearby.

"Hen," he hissed.

"Fuck off."

Patrick grabbed his arm, screeching a bit as Henry grabbed his shirt and spun him, forcing him to the ground.

"I forgot you could do that," he huffed. Henry just glared at him. He watched Patrick groan as he let go.

"Do not follow me. I am not up for "just fucking". Since that's all you think this is."

"That's not what this is?"

Henry huffed. The question was sincere and he could hear it through Patrick's rough voice.

"No!" He cried. "It's not! God damnit Patrick! I love you, you absolute dumbass!"

Patrick stared at him, his hand twitching and fidgeting with the ground. He slowly got up and just hugged Henry, allowing him to melt in his arms and sob into his shirt. Henry hugged him tight and just cried. Patrick sighed.

"Hen."

"Shut up," he sobbed. "Just shut the fuck up. I hate you. God, I hate you."

"I'm sorry Henry."

"No you're not."

"Henry, I really am. I never knew your actual feelings."

"How did you not know. How Patrick. Oh my god, how the fuck did you not know I love you."

"Henry, I've told you what happened. I can't do things well. I'm sorry. I really am. I-I love you, too. I do."

"Shut up," Henry whispered. He looked up at Patrick and grabbed his head, pulling him close and kissing him. Patrick kissed him back, appreciating how deep and sincerely loving it was. It was soon broken but the feelings lingered about and they knew it.

"I'm sorry," Patrick mumbled again. "I was doing this on purpose and I didn't mean to bring up my thoughts on what we are. I really didn't know and I'm sorry."

"I love you Patrick. I love you so much."

"I love you much more than you think."

"Oh, hearing you say that makes me so happy you don't understand."

"I'm glad it does. How about we head back home and get these soaking clothes off?"

"Yes please, it's so uncomfortable."

Patrick grabbed his hand and pulled him along back to the house. He led him inside and up to his room. He shut the door and locked it, getting Henry undressed. Henry took the invitation and took off Patrick's shirt and belt, allowing him to get undressed the rest of the way. He grabbed Patrick's arm as he started kissing him roughly, smirking as Henry kissed back each time. He stopped to scoop him up and kiss his neck softly, listening to Henry pant heavily.

"Ahh fuck," Henry huffed through breaths. Patrick started leaving deep hickeys in his skin, allowing Henry to whimper and grab his head. Patrick suddenly stopped with a soft skin against his jaw.

"Wh-"

"Not today Hen."

Henry stared at him but simply nodded. Patrick walked to the bed and flopped onto it with him, pulling the blanket over their bodies. Henry held him close as Patrick buried his face in his chest.

"You gonna go to bed?"

"Mhmmm."

"Good night then. Love you."

"I love you, too. I'll be here if you need me. Good night."

Henry smiled and shut his eyes, relaxing into the mattress and Patrick's cuddly self. He dozed off to a few soft kisses from Patrick's somewhat dry lips.