Since in every PatHen fanfic, that I have read, is boring and not what I like. I have taken it into my own hands and will be sharing what I would like in these fanfics. The oneshots will be mostly requested by me but you can request if you want. You...
Wet dreams? WE LOVE EM! Unless you accidentally bust a nut... Oops :333 (I love my maggots so much. Enjoy my lemon/lime maggots cuz humiliation is my kink ;3)
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Wet dreams were probably worse than nightmares. Example? Henry has been having wet dreams about Patrick.
He's been had these dreams about his best friend. At first, he thought that they were just harmless dreams but when he started to physically react to them, he knew his brain had a underlying attraction towards the raven.
The dreams consisted of him being in various positions. He could be tied up, blindfolded, or just straight vanilla. Henry would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy some of the dreams.
Unfortunately, since Henry had strongly enjoyed the dreams, he became nervous around Patrick. If he didn't control himself, he would get a boner. Henry's body wasn't very kind to him.
Speaking of which, he was exhausted. Having gym and then having history was probably why boring is a thing. You do something fun and then boom! You're back to sitting and watching a teacher's boobs jiggle as they teach—or a teacher's crotch—which some of his male teachers had been packing.
He crossed his arms, laying his head on his tan skin, and then closing his eyes. It wasn't hard for him to fall asleep because the video being played was low enough to keep voices out of his head while also being loud enough to keep him somewhat conscious.
"Why are you going to sleep?" Patrick whispered in his ear.
Henry groaned and mumbled into his arm. "I'm tired, and bored."
"I know what can keep you up." Patrick purred in Henry's ear, which went straight to Henry's cock.
Henry's body shivered softly as he felt a hand on his knee-low shorts, he didn't look down but just kept his eyes closed, knowing that Patrick will do what he must—or want.
Patrick's hand slid up, caressing his inner thigh, his body trembling softly while he let out a soft breath of anticipation. Henry's cock hardened up, pressing against his shorts as he ached to have Patrick's hands on him.
Patrick's breath was heavy and warm against his ear. Henry didn't care how obvious they looked—even as he kept his eyes closed—he just needed whatever Patrick had to offer.
Patrick's hand slowly reaches its destination, rubbing him through his shorts, which causes him to let out a restrained whimper of need. His hips buck unwillingly, his body was more needy than he thought he initially was.
His head filled with Patrick—his smile, his body, his hair, his eyes, his weird antics, Patrick's chest, Patrick's waist, Patrick's bulge, Patrick's cock—all made him want to bust a nut right then and there.
"Henry, sit your head up and pay attention."
Henry sat up quickly, his eyes meeting his teacher's. Another fucking dream!? Henry grumbled and sat back. He looked at the board and then discreetly looked around the room, hoping no one had read his mind or heard him moan in his dream.
Henry was more worried about Patrick. Patrick could not know that he just had a almost wet dream about him, and if he did, he could loose him. Patrick was a sicko but Henry never saw Patrick as the gay type—especially to him.
"Don't worry, Bowers," Patrick whispered. "I was the only person who heard you."
