Henry Bowers X Patrick Hockstetter

Sneaking Around

[Third Person POV]

Patrick laid in his bed, spread out with the blanket somewhat covering his side and a leg. His pillow was flat on his face, as it was raining earlier in the day and he just went to sleep from feeling sick that day. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and basically nothing else.

Meanwhile, while he was lightly sleeping from pure discomfort, he twitched from the mattress sinking near his uncovered side. A soft hand made contact with his rough stomach and slid along his body, feeling him out. He grunted a bit and reached up, grabbing the pillow and moving it just enough to see what was going on. He paused at realizing it was dark, and his window was mostly closed anyway, so he couldn't see who was there other than their faint silhouette. He just stared at them, trying to recall the feeling on the hand, as if that would help him. He twitched as the figure got up and sat next to his upper body. It leaned down, removing the pillow and kissing him softly. That was just the amount of a "hint" he needed to realize Henry had snuck in again. His lips were so recognizable, ignoring the fact he's the only one Patrick ever kissed and ever planned to. As the kiss was broken, he smiled at hearing Henry let out a little breath of amusement.

"You had me worried all day Pat."

He reached over to turn on the light near the bed which allowed Patrick to see him finally.

"Sorry, I was feeling sick."

He lifted his head up as he laid the pillow down before laying his head back down against it. He looked at Henry who went back to feeling his body.

"You sleep like this?" He snickered.

"Sometimes. I felt so bad I just passed out in what I had."

"You walk around all day wearing this."

"Like I said, sometimes."

Henry rolled his eyes and slowly slid his hand lower. He leaned down and kissed Patrick, occupying him as he slid his hands into his sweatpants. He paused to break the kiss and smiled.

"Why aren't you wearing anything under this?"

"I didn't want to?"

"Fair."

Henry's hand trailed to the tip of Patrick's dick, recieving a quiet gasp. Henry smiled and slowly slid his hand lower which made Patrick shuffle a bit. He turned his head away and grabbed him firmly. Henry slid his hand back to his thighs and rubbed his skin softly.

"Let go," he hissed. Patrick did as he was told. "Good baby. So obedient, huh."

Patrick twitched from that and just hugged Henry.

"I'm good?" He whispered. Henry grinned.

"Mhmm."

Patrick wriggled excitedly, causing Henry to giggle in a hushed voice. He took his hand away slowly to just hold him. Patrick curled his legs around him and rolled over so Henry was laying on the side closest to the wall now. He snickered a bit but snuggled up to Patrick, burying his face into his chest.

"Are we going back to bed?" Henry giggled.

"Mhmm."

"Alright. Be a good boy until I wake up though. Don't pull some dumb shit."

"I'll be good."

Henry nodded and smiled against Patrick's chest as his arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer. As soon as Patrick woke up, he nearly passed out. Henry followed after a few minutes of listening to his soft breaths. He was safe until they woke up, and god knows what they'd do when they did.