Multi-fandom one shots

IT - Henpat

Okay, don't get me wrong, I LOVE fluffy stories, but my need for a story with these two hawt dudes (great taste, I know) has been worse than pregnancy carvings... for a pregnant lady! So be warned, it could get a bit messy.

THANKS FOR ALL THE READS, BY THE WAY!!! LOVE U !!! CAN'T GIVE YOU COOKIES BECAUSE I WRITE THIS ON MY LAPTOP BUT YOU ARE GETTING THE DOUBLE AMOUNT THE NEXT TIME !!!!

"Hey there, fags! Wanna race?" Henry Bowers tormented the younger friend group, the so called Loser Club. He and his friends thought the name suited pretty well, due to the kids in there all being losers. The ones talked about ran away in horror. "Welp, it looks like I missed all the funny things. I hope you didn't miss me too much, Henry, honey." The last member of their own group appeared out of nowhere, or at least it looked like this. Patrik smelled like cherries and hairspray. Even though the mullet wearing asshole would never tell, it has become his favorite scent over the years. He and Hocksetter were friends. Well, last time, it seemed like they were more than just regular friends or even best friends. But this one had to stay a secret. At least until they could just leave Darry. And Mr. Bowers, of course. Outside, the nice police officer—inside, an abusive father. Henry hated hated hated him, but he knew if he wanted to have a half decent life out of the house, he had to do all the things his old man ordered him to. "Don't get your hopes up too high, Cocksucker. And don't call me honey. That's gay." he just said, looking disgusted for cover. What he didn't know, was, that his other friends, Vic and Blech, knew about him and Patrik. They didn't mind, though. "What about going to the lake? It's burning here!" Vic suggested lightening the mood. Everyone showed their agreement somehow—expect Henry. The loudest of them kept quiet. He was thinking about how to hide some marks his lover decided to leave. Lover. That's what they were now, huh? A bunch of fags he thought entering the car. Blech drove; it was his car after all. Vic sat next to him, going through the radio stations as usual, but nothing seemed to match his taste. Patrik sat behind the driver's seat, and Henry sat next to him. They drove like this every time.

"Ayyyy, Henry, why don't you come and dive in with us? It's way colder in here. Come on, don't be a pussy!" Vic screamed before again jumping off the cliff into the cool blue water. "Yeah, Henry, honey, come on, take these off." Patrik repeated it in a teasing tone while pointing at Henry's clothes. The one spoken to sat under a tree in the shadow while the rest of his friends were jumping and having fun in the water. He got red as a tomato or beet and mumbeled something under his breath. "What was that, Henry, honey? Why don't you show us what you got under that shirt. It's not even your anyways." The last part was said so quiet that only Henry heard that one. "Oh? So you ALL want to see what I got under my t-shirt? I will show you what i got under my t-shirt then! Hmpf!" Henry said revealing the dark marks and scratches that trailed from his neck down to his belly button. There also where scratches all over his back. And was that a bite mark on his shoulder? "Damn. Your lover is wild. Who's marks are these? Tell us some names, Bowers." Belch whisteled trough his theet. Patrik rolled his eyes and grabed the back of Henry's head. "Come on, baby, tell them. And lose your  pants. I want to see the rest."  he whispered shortly before biting at the blondes ear lobe. "Not in public, sucker." The brunette was pushed off but his boyfriend still 'lost the pants'. "Is that... what I think it is?" The other blonde of the group asked looking at Henry's thights. "Yup. It is. P.H. Patrik Hocksetter. He's fucking mine! And stop staring at his thighs like that, creep. It gives me the chills." a proud look appeared on Pat's face. Henry on the other hand seamed furious. "FUCKER! Did you just OUT me?! Are you fucking insane?! I don't need you to speak for me! I could have done it myself."

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"If it helps, we already knew." Belch tried to clam the psychopath down. But the one talked about was already running the road down. His t-shirt, or more like his boyfriends, lied forgotten on the floor where he just threw it. Patrik grabbed it and started running after him.

"Hen, hon, wait up! I'm sorry, okay? I really am. I don't think that you need my help in anything or something like that. I don't know what has gotten over me. Forgive me?" He tried to sound like Belch, the most calming member of the Bower's gang. "Only because it's you, you fucker. Gimme a kiss!"

It's shorter than usually but this will have to work. I'm on my phone again, so here's your 🍪 🍪 🍪 🍪 🍪 🍪