Sleepover with the Bowers gang

2:34 to be exact.

2:05 a.m. 

Henry dried his hair as Patrick laughed behind him. Henry turned around and glared at him.

"What's so funny?" 

"Nothing is funny. You just look really fucking sexy with hickeys on your neck. Because I gave them to you of course." 

"Of course." Henry rolled his eyes and put his clothes back on. Patrick got dressed as well. 

Patrick went to open the bathroom door but Henry's hand stopped him. 

"You alright, doll?" Patrick winked.

Henry sighed, "Thanks...for whatever the hell that was. Made me feel better." He then opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks. 

"First, you're welcome hot stuff. Second, what's up now?" Since Patrick was taller than Henry, he looked right over his head. The movie showed credits as Victor sat on Belch's lap. Belch guided Victor's ass with his hands to grind on him as they made out. 

Patrick ran in the room and did a fangirl squeal. Victor threw himself off of Belch, grabbed a pillow, and chucked it at Patrick. His face was a little red while Belch looked like a whole ass tomato. 

"F-fo-forget you saw-w that sh-i-t." Belch stuttered. 

"Dude, you sound like Bill and look like Beverly's hair." Henry laughed. 

Victor shushed him as Patrick yelled, "We should have a double date!" 

"Who said I was dating you?!" Henry yelled as Patrick walked over to him and grabbed his face.

"Me." Patrick said, kissing him. "AW." 

"Shut up, Vic!" 

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For whom the bell tolls played on the radio as Belch drove, Henry sat in the passenger seat, Victor read in the backseat, and Patrick poked Henry to try and get a reaction. 

"Patrick stop." 

"Okay." 

Patrick continued. 

"I just said stop."

"Sorry."

Patrick continued. 

"Patrick, if you don't stop, so help me I will--" 

"Can you guys shut the hell up? Damn. It's two in the morning."  

"2:34 to be exact." Belch chimed in. 

"All three of you shut the hell up." Henry said, as he stared out the window, smoking a cigar.

"Someone's angry." Patrick smirked, 

"When is he not?" Belch said under his breath. 

Patrick gasped really loudly and Victor flinched for a second. "Did you not finish? M' sorry baby-" 

"Shut the fuck up Patrick. Yes, I finished." 

"Then what's wrong?" Vic asked, "Nothing. Just thinking." 

The car went silent again, besides the music.

Patrick started to kiss, suck, and bite at Henry's neck. 

"Can you two go somewhere if you're gonna do that shit." Belch said.

"Where we gonna go? The trunk?" Patrick said as he continued to bite. 

Vic rolled his eyes, "If you don't stop I'm gonna call the leeches on you Patrick." 

Patrick's eyes widened and he sat back in his seat. Shaking a bit. 

"Patrick, Vic's not friends with fucking leeches. Get your goddamn mouth back on my neck."

Everyone was stunned. Henry would usually never say shit like that. That didn't stop Patrick from continuing though.

After a long ride, the Trans AM parked at the quarry. Henry and Belch took their shirts off and got in the water, splashing each other. 

Vic sat next to Patrick as he chugged a beer. Vic smacked it out of his hand. "Dude."

"dUdE." Vic mocked, "Listen Pat. I'm being serious. If you hurt that boy, even in the slightest, mentally, emotionally, or physically you better sleep with one eye open. You will have a slow and painful death. Ya hear me?" 

"Loud and clear. I know you care for him, and Belch cares for him too, but I really do love him. A lot. I will make sure nothing comes between him and his happiness." Patrick smiled, he genuinely smiled and ran over to Henry, hugging him. 

Vic had never heard Patrick say something so sweet, no one had. But he could tell Patrick wasn't lying. Vic smiled and joined them. 

After hanging out for a few hours, the gang decided to go back to the house and get a couple hours of sleep before the sun came up.