HenPat/PatHen Oneshots

Sickly Luv'in

What a nice time to be sick in the middle of summer break, it was great and to say the least; Henry was going through hell. He was tired but he couldn't sleep, he had a runny nose and no matter how many times he blew it, it continued to drool down. Not just that, his head throbbed non-stop and his body hurt so bad that it felt impossible to move. What the fuck did he catch?

To think about that answer would probably be the best way to spend his time because there was no way he was going to do something else. That was until his bedroom door slammed open.

"What's up, sickly!" Patrick snickered in a loud voice, closing the door behind him and plopping himself down on the edge of Henry's bed.

Henry grumbled, his headache spiking against his skull. He rolled over, slow enough to make a slug feel fast.

"How the fuck did you get in...?" Henry mumbled.

"Just a little pick-n-lock." Patrick brushed off the subject. "How are you, hubby?"

"Hm." Henry hummed softly, not in the mood to cuss Patrick out. And, to be brutally honest, he needed some cheesy romance.

"Awh, baby..." Patrick teased, leaning over and cupping Henry's pale cheek. "You look so ill... And weak..."

The words hit Henry a bit hard, but Henry knew that was Patrick's love. It was hard to accept but it wasn't hard when the two were just as crazy as the other.

"Stop..." Henry mumbled, sighing and closing his eyes.

Henry then felt chap lips connect to his own. Realistically, if he wasn't sick, he would have smacked or punched the shit out of Patrick but he instead just melted against his bedsheets.

"Mmm..." Henry moaned into the kiss, his eyes opening to a narrow as Patrick slipped his tongue into his mouth.

"I'll get you sick..." Henry mumbled, which all Patrick did was explore Henry's mouth further with his tongue.

"Too bad." Patrick pulled back slightly and licked his lips, whispering, "I like the taste of infection..."

Henry softly scoffed and Patrick crashed their lips back together. Patrick caressed Henry's cheek as he pulled away Henry's blanket, settling himself between Henry's willingly spread legs.

"You are so submissive when you're sick..." Patrick growled as he pulled away, sliding his hands down Henry's burning body. "I might just give you a reward..."

Henry moaned softly as Patrick touched him, feeling Patrick's fingers curl around his waistband and slid the loose fabric of his boxers down. Though, Henry gasped as Patrick's lips pressed to the smooth skin of his hip.

"Fuck..." Henry swore, his breath heaving as he panted.

His eyes fluttered closed, letting Patrick handle him which he was thankful for as he felt his hardened cock hit the cool air of the room. It became even more pleasurable as Patrick's cold hand wrapped around the sensitive skin of his penis.

Patrick kissed down, past the v-line and extremely close to the heated skin that was pulsing with arousal. Patrick's hand slides up and down Henry's dick, painfully slow strokes that kept Henry on edge.

Henry's breath came out in soft rags, his hips gently twitching upwards into Patrick's hand as Patrick continued to tease him. He sniffed and whimpered at times, unable to handle the mix of body pain and pleasure.

"Stop whining, baby..." Patrick whispered, his breath right over his tip. "I won't leave you hard..."

With that, Henry felt wet mouth around him and a hot swirling tongue to add. Henry's back arched and he coughed, not expecting all that, which Patrick did not relent and took Henry all the way into his mouth.