Henry Bowers X Patrick Hockstetter

Too Bad.

[Third Person POV]

It was a quiet, desolate night. The sun had set, lights had turned off, and curtains had shut in Darry. Though, with the helpful darkness of the night, a lanky boy walked down the street calmly. It was his accustomed time to search for his friend. He'd make his journey to a house, staring up at a window he had found. In one hand, a crowbar and the other a duffel bag of items.

The boy made his way to the window, digging the crowbar into the bottom of the window before pushing it up carefully. He'd toss the bag inside before crawling his way in himself. But, despite his oddly quiet journey into the room, a light was flicked on, causing him to shy away from the sudden illumination.

"Patrick?"
The boy looked up as his name was called, blinking. Henry sat quiet in bed, his breathing a little ragged and his hand on the light showing he was awake and the person to turn it on. Patrick, who was sitting on the floor near the open window, smiled awkwardly.

"Hey, Hen."

He watched Henry sit back with a heavy sigh. It was then he took note of his recovering flushed face and naked figure, though he had hidden in his blanket.
Henry would glance at him, grumbling. "What are you doing here?"

Patrick smiled, getting up and closing the window. "Nothing. What were you doing? Where are your clothes?"

"Nothing," Henry whispered, looking away. Patrick's question had lit his round face ablaze once more. He didn't buy it. He'd walk over to Henry's bed and crawl onto it next to him.
"I heard something about you."

"Huh?"
Henry looked at him quickly, blinking. He stuttered a little but continued speaking, "What'd you hear?"

He watched Patrick's eyes trail down his figure slowly. He instinctively hid in his blanket, absolutely flustered. He knew what Patrick heard. He didn't want to know that he had.
"You know already. Can I see?"

"No?!" Henry retaliated quickly. Patrick crawled closer.

"But I want to see. I brought so much to have fun with you tonight. Let me see."

"No! Pat- Fuck off!" he hissed. He was still trying to hide behind his cover, his breathing heavy as he sweated nervously. He squeaked, having been grabbed by Patrick, and pulled closer.

"Hen. Let me see. Please."

"Get off."
Henry kept his blanket tight over himself, sniffling. Patrick, seeing that this wasn't going to be an easy task, tore it away from him with a struggle. Through their tussle for the blanket, Henry had kicked Patrick some to no avail. When the blanket was discarded, Henry was left laying there exposed on his mattress. He quickly huddled up, hiding from Patrick's gaze.

"Patrick!" he snapped. He knew he couldn't do much against the boy. And Patrick wouldn't let him alone. He glanced at him, watching him stare at his body.

"Were you playing with yourself before I got here?" He asked bluntly.
"You reek."

Henry's face was burning by then. Scorched.
"No."

He glanced at Patrick to see him grin and lower to Henry's head, kissing his lower cheek softly before trailing to his jaw and then neck. He'd begun to speak then.
"You have no idea how excited I was to hear the news. How does it even work?"

As Patrick kept up with his comments, Henry, who was under him, could feel his mind going hazy. He was trying to stay curled up, but Patrick had practically made him limp with his kisses trailing down Henry's front and side to his hip. When he felt the hand on his thigh, he could barely do anything to retaliate.
Patrick would slowly lower his leg, stretching it before rolling his friend onto his back. He could see the nervousness in Henry's face, but he couldn't, and wouldn't, tear his attention from the lack of dick between his legs. Instead, it was a little slit that was clearly already dripping in arousal.

"Look at you," he whispered, looking him over again to see Henry completely dazed.
"Started off so strong. What happened?"

"Shut- up," Henry let out worriedly. "Uh- Don't touch it. Me."

Patrick smiled to himself from the obvious breaking in the other's words. He looked back down, grinning before easing his fingers up to Henry's cunt and flicking at the bud. That received a loud yelp-moan and heavy wave of bodily shutters from the smaller boy.
"Wow. Very sensitive, I see," Patrick commented, carefully spreading Henry's legs to see his prior–before the breaking in–pleasure that Henry had enacted on himself.

"Wait," Henry would gasp. He had suddenly regained consciousness over himself and crawled away, huffing shakily. "Ah- You- have to go."
He had furrowed his brows in a glare at Patrick, his face still red and his legs pressed together.

"Ah? Why? You're already dripping excited. Let me show you how it's really done."
Henry looked away, half thinking about it, half incredibly embarrassed of it.
Taking his confusion, Patrick would simply start to undress. Henry, not noticing, would fail to recognize Patrick crawling closer over him. When he did look back, he was instantly kissed and pushed down. His legs were spread, and his waist held down.

"Ah- No!" he whined, pulling away and shutting his legs. "Pat- No. I won't. Don't wanna do this," he whispered.

"So? I'm hard. Help me. Or I can always make you."
He could. Henry knew he could. He had so much blackmail on Henry. Henry also had blackmail on Patrick, but he didn't care.
Henry glanced at him, sniffing. He was already wet, and Patrick was here. So... why not?
He'd sorta shake his head.
"No?" Patrick questioned from the motion.

"N- You can. Uhm. No, as in- you don't have to make me."
He watched as Patrick grinned. Henry found himself glancing down at his situation and pausing at seeing how big Patrick was. He'd seen it before, but it still surprised him.
"Er- Uhm."

"Something wrong?"

"I uh. I don't know if it'll fit."

Patrick stared, evaluating the almost silly thought.
"Well. One way to find out, right?"
Before Henry could even respond, Patrick had positioned his cock head directly into the slit. It was incredibly wet, Henry's prior excitement happily welcomed the dick despite Henry's brain being torn between the decision.

"Hnn- Wait!" He'd usher, quickly grabbing Patrick's arms as he felt the head dig into him. Patrick looked back up at him, smiling and kissing him rather roughly. He'd push him back, giggling between their lips while he carefully eased his cock into the goop lined cunt of his friend. He could see Henry losing his mind as soon as the head kissed his cervix.
Patrick broke the kiss to watch Henry shake and whimper.

"So warm," Patrick whispered to the smaller boy under him. He'd be a bit surprised as Henry pulled him back into a rough French kiss. But he wasn't complaining.
When it was broken, Henry was left a moaning, groaning mess as Patrick had started his slow gentle thrusts. The best he could offer was a slow pace for his friend to get used to.
After he was sure the squelching was a sign of acceptance, he'd start going down on him at an unreasonably rough pace. This coarsed a string of loud, persistent moans and drool entailing out of Henry's vocals. It was too much, but he loved it. His insides had turned to mush by then, his masculinity erased, and his reputation turned over like a kayak in the river.
And he loved it.

Patrick wouldn't let Henry asleep that night. His feminine discovery left him excited and his head pounding. As well as his cock with a friend.
After the sun had risen, the light trailing past the curtains into Henry's room, Patrick had slowed to a panting stop in Henry's cunt. Henry, on the other hand, was left laying on his back. He was taking slow, heavy breaths, and his mind had fogged entirely with lust. He'd look down after some time to see Patrick getting his clothes on and packing away his duffel bag of toys and supplies.
As Patrick glanced back, he paused to stare at Henry's cum dripping cunt. He had filled him to the brim, kept him hydrated during breaks, and driven him insane. He could see Henry staring, and they made eye contact.

Patrick watched as Henry smiled wearily. "Same time tomorrow?"

Patrick just grinned from that and giggled.
"You bet."