Henpat oneshots

No Thank You, Hen. 💗HENPAT

(this makes no sense and is written kinda bad? i just found this in my drafts from like forever ago so i thought i'd post it since i haven't posted in forever due to state tests and low motivation 💗)

HENRY'S POV :
I've noticed that Patrick has been kind of, not on Earth lately.. Now this doesn't mean I care for the sick fucker or anything, I just don't know if he's okay or not.
*knock knock*
"Who's there?"
"Your favorite."
Honestly that shocked me, even if it's true, I will NEVER admit it...
"Hmm, who's my favorite??"
"Your father."
"Doors open, Hockstetter!"
I yell back. I hear the door knob twist and then hear the door close. It wasn't as violent as it normally is though, which is definitely weird in my opinion since Patrick's fucking mental.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"You." He says.
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? No way in hell. He's not gay, I'm not gay, no one's gay in Derry except Eddie and Richie.. WHAT THE FUCK?
"What."
"You heard me. I want you."
Silence occurs after that. He stands there, staring at me with his pretty green eyes. His medium length black hair isn't greasy today, he looks rather nice. He looks hot. HAHA JUST JOKING? Right??

PATRICK'S POV :
I hope he didn't take me saying 'I want you' sexually because there's no way in hell I'm up for sex. In fact, I'm most definitely not.
"Patrick, are you joking?" Henry says after what feels like years of silence.
"Why the fuck would I be joking dumbass. I have no reason to joke when all I want is you. Not sexually." I say, slipping in the part where I make it clear I do NOT want to have sex, which is unusual but I have no motivation for it. Barely had motivation to go see Henry.
"Why me? Don't you have chicks?" He asks.
"Yeah but they're not the same. They don't get it like you do. They don't understand me, they only want sex." I say.
"Okay. Just this time. You tell anyone and all you'll be able to tell is your brother 'cause you'd be with him." Henry says quite sternly.
I smile my signature smile and make my way towards the couch. His father isn't home, nor will he be home anytime soon.
"I didn't expect you to say yes." I say.
"Shut up." Henry replies.
"Make me, bitch."
Before I can do ANYTHING to stop it, Henry kisses me. His lips are soft and taste like cherries, which was unexpected. I kiss back quickly, not rough or intimately.
"Now shut your big ass mouth, Pat."
I smile and cuddle more into his chest. I'm not no bottom or anything but it does feel nice to just have someone hugging me, especially when they're shorter.

"This is gay." I say.
"Kill yourself."
"No thank you, Hen."