HenPat/PatHen Oneshots

Bitter But Sweet

Lemon + Discord shit post + Requested by Me

Henry sat on top of a school bathroom toilet with his childhood best friend, Patrick Hockstetter.

As they sat and chilled, Henry moved his hand and stuck it into his pocket, in his pocket, was a knife, where he tapped it repetitively, like an anxious tick.

"Are you jerking off?" Patrick suddenly asked, looking down at Henry's pants. Henry looked up at him, a gross look playing upon his face.

"Hell no. Not with you in here." Henry sternly said but Patrick just snickered. He continued to stare, not exactly believing Henry. Henry scoffed and pulled the knife out of his pocket, it was silver and seemingly new.

Henry caressed his finger on the knob before pushing and sliding it up, the blade peaked out from the silver lining and reached to it's limit. Patrick watched him like an eagle on prey, his every single move was being closely watched by him. Henry looked at the blade and let his pointer finger touch the tip of the blade before lining it down to the bottom shaft or so called, the end, Patrick found this quite gayly exotic for a white, cis, homophobic boy, as he was a gay man himself.

Henry looked up at Patrick quick-like and glared at him. "You got a staring problem?" Henry asked sarcastically, Patrick smirked. "I don't know, maybe your handsome face can explain why." He said.

Henry looked at Patrick with slight disgust, one of his permanent facial features. Out of nowhere, Patrick bent down to Henry's face before snatching the knife out of his hands.

"Nice knife Henry, where'd ya get it from?" Patrick slurred, examining it. Henry growled under his breath,

"Give it back, Hockstetter." He said as he stood up from off the toilet seat, Patrick stared down at Henry with a grin. As for this, Henry had always been quite short, he was 5'8 and Patrick was 6'2. To Patrick, Henry was like a small child or just a really tiny person.

Henry looked up at Patrick with angry eyes. "What? Want your knife back?" Patrick teased, Henry grumbled before moving forward and reaching again.

This time, Henry had somehow tripped and grabbed onto Patrick's shirt for support, with this, Patrick used his fast movements to still hold the knife in the air and catch his beloved blonde.

"Already falling for me?" Patrick teased, Henry groaned as his cheeks became flushed with pinky red blush.

"Shut the hell up and just give me my knife." Henry growled as a threat. Patrick chuckled before letting the knife down slightly, enough for the shorter one to reach. Henry reached up and grabbed the knife out of his hands but in the process Patrick moved his hands for when Henry would want to take the knife, he would be able to take his wrists and hold them together.

"Do you think I'm just going to let you have it that quick?" Patrick asked, raising a eyebrow at the other.

Henry squirmed around trying to get his wrists unlocked from Patrick's hands. Patrick ginned as he watched Henry's pathetic attempts at trying to get out, he then moved his body close to Henry's as he put his wrists to the back wall of the stall. Henry grumbled as he felt his back hit the wall, Patrick ignored Henry's noises and moved his face to the crook of his neck. He breathed in his smell that resembled old watermelon gum and a little bit of a musky smell.

"Henry..." Patrick sighed into his neck, like a moan. Henry grunted softly as he felt Patrick's warm breath on his neck. Patrick then took in some of Henry neck, his mouth opening and sucking the pasty tan skin.