I Do I Did

Thirteen

Patrick was going to see William today. He was in his room, looking at himself in the mirror. Gray jeans, white T-shirt and red, plaid button up. With the buttons undone of course.

He slipped on his hat and glasses. Did that mess up the look? He felt like it messed up the look. But he didn't have contacts so... oh well.

"You look nice."

He didn't even turn around.

"Get out of my room, Pete."

But of course Pete did the opposite of what Patrick wanted. He stepped into the room. Patrick turned around then. He was wearing his usual suit. Minus the jacket. And the tie. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. And the buttons were undone on his shirt. Revealing those delicious tattoos.

Fucking YUM!

Patrick turned away before he could do something stupid. Like drool. Or fuck him.

"Are you going out with Brendon and Ryan today or something?"

"Stop talking to me."

"Can you be an adult for one minute?"

"No."

"Patrick," Pete grabbed his elbow to spin him around. "Talk to me."

"No." Patrick snatched his arm away from Pete. "You don't get to say and do hurtful shit. And then expect me to just automatically forgive you because you're over the argument."

"You're over it too." Pete grinned.

"No. I'm not."

"Yeah you are." He nudged him playfully.

"We screamed in each other's faces and then you went and very loudly fucked someone else." Patrick stared him in the eyes. Unblinking. "So no, I'm not over it."

'But I closed my eyes and pretended she was you.'

Pete wanted to tell Patrick. As if that would make everything better. But of course it wasn't going to. If anything, it'd make things worse. So he kept that little detail to himself.

"Then let me make it up to you." Pete suggested.

"No, Pete. I'm tired of playing this back and forth game with you. I'm over it."

"So you're not going to let me take you to lunch?" Pete pulled Patrick into the circle of his arms.

Patrick frowned, but didn't pull away. Pete smiled down at him. As if he'd won some big prize. Patrick hadn't even agreed to go with him.

"I have a date." Patrick dropped the bombshell proudly.

Pete's arms tightened around him. Dangerously so. Patrick tried to appear non bothered.

"You what?!"

"I have a date." He tried to pull away and failed. "With William."

"Cancel."

"No. I deserve to have someone, Pete."

"You have me-"

"Meagan has you. I have her sloppy seconds."

"Don't leave me."

The way Pete said the words made Patrick freeze. His angry bravado slowly drifting away. He'd said the three words with earnest. His eyes burning with sincere concern.