I Do I Did

Twenty Two

"Do you want a drink?" William asked as they walked into the bar.

"Yes, please."

"Excuse me?" He waved the bartender over to them. "I'd like a Martini. Dry." He looked at Patrick. "What do you want?"

"A whisky on the rocks." He said without thinking. "Actually just whisky, forget the ice."

"Coming right up."

"And could you feel it to the top?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Sure."

Patrick smiled. He was determined to have a good night. He just needed to forget about Pete first. And he knew the best way to do that was to drink. A lot. That would also help him open up with William.

The woman returned with their drinks. She stuck a straw in both of them and walked away. William picked up his glass and sipped through the straw. Patrick lifted the straw and set it on the bar table.

He lifted the cup to his lips and tilted it. Feeling the bitter liquid wash past his tongue. It burned slightly as it slid down his throat. But it was a good burn. A burn Patrick was all too familiar with. Before he knew it, he was sipping air. He placed the empty glass on the table.

"Thirsty?" William joked, still taking small sips of his drink.

"Very." Patrick laughed. He lifted his hand and called the bartender back over. "Fill me up again, please."

"Okay." She turned to grab the whisky bottle from the shelf behind her. Slowly filling Patrick's glass back up.

He lifted it to his mouth and finished it just as quickly as he did the first one. But this time the burn was lessened. He placed the glass in front of the woman and smiled. She stared back at him with a bored expression as she filled it up again.

"Let's walk around a bit." William suggested. Trying to get Patrick away from the bar.

"Okay." He smiled. They walked past the dance floor to stand in front of the stage. "Why here?" Patrick asked.

"Pardon?"

"Why'd you choose this place?"

"Oh. Because I love karaoke."

"Do you?"

He nodded happily as he sipped his drink again. "Yeah. And this place also has open mic. Which is cool because I write songs."

"So do I!"

"Shut up!" William squealed. "Are you serious?"

"Well, I did before the accident. They were more like poems but I sung them."

"So you sing too?"

"A little."

"That's so neat!" He twirled his finger around the rim of his martini glass. Bringing it to his mouth to suck the flavor from it.

Patrick swallowed. "Y-Yeah."

"You know, you always refer to what you did before the accident. I'm sure you're just as good at everything now as you were before."

"I don't know-"

"I do!" He sat his glass on the nearest table. "Dance with me."

Patrick finished off his glass and sat it beside William's. "Okay."

An hour and four glasses of whiskey later, Patrick was having the time of his life... At least he thought it was four. It could have been three. Or five. Was it ten? Who cares? He couldn't remember the last time he'd had this much free fun.

Patrick was conquering the dance floor with William. As they drunkly danced along the the beat of Miley Cyrus's, We can't stop.

William's back was pressed against Patrick's front while they grinded to the music. He reached behind him and grabbed Patrick's hands. Placing them in the center of his chest.

He guided Patrick's hands down the center of his stomach. Still swaying against him in an uneven rhythm. He slowly lowered their hands.

Patrick's head was spinning. The toxic mix of lust and alcohol was swirling through his veins. Making it impossible to think clearly. Almost impossible to think at all.

But while thinking was becoming hard to do, feeling was becoming easier than ever. His sense of touch was running in overdrive. He could feel every inch of William against him. He could feel William grinding into him. He could feel his hands exploring the front of Williams body. From his hard chest to his soft thighs.

Patrick was glad the dance floor was becoming so crowded. Because they might have gotten kicked out of the place for the way they were dancing. But there were so many people around them that it was impossible to see more than a few feet in front of you. No one paid attention to them.

William suddenly spun around to face Patrick. Wrapping his arms around the shorter man's neck. Patrick circled his arms around William's middle. Pulling him so close that it was almost hard to breathe.

"You're really sexy." William slurred in his ear.

Patrick blushed. "I know."

William laughed freely. Breathing onto Patrick's face. He smelled like cinnamon and hard alcohol. A smell just as intoxicating as the drinks themselves. The music lowered. Lessening the constant beating in Patrick's head.

"It's open Mic time. Who wants to sing?" A voice boomed the question through the speakers. The crowd of dancers went wild.

"Are you having fun?" William leaned in close to asked the question. Patrick barely heard him over the yelling of the drunk people around them.

"Yeah." He nodded.

William smiled brightly like only William could. He used one hand to tilt Patrick's face up to his. Patrick didn't protest as he slanted his mouth over his. Leisurely parting his lips to explore the inside with his tongue.

Patrick groaned into his mouth. It was like he hadn't had sex in years. He reached up to tangle his hands in William's already messy hair. Tugging at the ends of it lightly. William pulled back, biting down on Patrick's lips as he did so.

"I want you to fuck me." He whispered.

Patrick blinked. What?

William stared down at the surprised look on Patrick's face. It was his turn to blush.

"I'm sorry. That was too forward, right? I just- and you were. And I-"

"No. No." Patrick shook his head. Trying to clear the fogginess in his brain but it didn't work. "I just- um, you said you wanted me to fuck you?"

"Yeah." He nodded sloppily. "I didn't mean to shock you. I don't usual say things like that-"

"You bottom?" Patrick interrupted him.

"What?" William's face scrunched up in confusion. "Of course."

Patrick didn't respond verbally. Instead he laughed. What were the odds? He'd never topped a day in his life. But now that the opportunity was presenting itself, he was willing to go for it. William was too drunk to understand why, but he laughed too.

"Who else wants to have a go at the mic?" The man yelled. The crowd responded loudly again. But not as loud as before. "You, in the Dora the Explorer shirt, come up here!"

"I'd love to go home with you." Patrick placed his hand on William's waist and squeezed slightly.

"What songs do you have? Do you have, It's raining men?"

Patrick pulled away from William at the sound of the familiar voice. There was no fucking way! His eyes darted to the stage. And there stood no other than his best friend. In a cartoon T-shirt with pink shorts. Holding the microphone in his hands.