Ahoy

Chapter 10: Eye of The Storm

Wind whizzing past my ears, wiping the rain from my eyes. Each breath I took I felt like blacking out. Each step my heart beat with fear. I was two HOURS late! Thunder cracked and rain beat down from every angle of the sky. I strained against the storm that seemed to have started as soon as I climaxed into Eugene's no-  Mr. Krabbs claws and the reality of what I had done set in. And now I ran, the weight of everything I had been carrying festering inside me since my life became this horrible mess pushed me forward.

"Patrick! PAAAAAAAAAATRIIIIIIIIIICK!" I wailed in vain, willing my voice to carry across the span of Bikini Bottom to the jellyfish fields.33

Dry sobs racked my body, I wanted to cry but I couldn't muster any tears as I pushed every ounce of strength and energy into my legs to carry me towards Patrick.

I prayed to an unknown force in the universe, please! Please let him be there! Please don't let it be too late.

Legs aching and lungs burning I burst onto the fields where Patrick was to wait for me. I saw his net broken and crumpled, the note I had left torn in pieces.

I fell to my knees, the tears finally overtaking me. 

"Patrick! NOOOOOOOOO!"

I wailed in vain, beating my fists against the ground, my chest, digging my fingers into my pores and eyes. 

"Idiot!" I screamed, "Stupid! Stupid! STUPID! I fucked it all up I- I'm TOO LATE! I- I- FUCK!"

I drew myself up from the ground, finding my resolve. I had to find Patrick, I had to try and make everything right again!

Sprinting through the storm, I had to find his rock, I had to find my rock. I could feel my spongy pores steadily filling from the rain. If I didn't find him soon, I didn't know how much longer I could stand to run. Squelching came from my legs every stride.

"PATRICK!" I screamed, getting closer to the neighborhood.

"PATRICK I'M SORRY!" My voice echoed off our houses. I could see his rock finally!

I skid to a halt right in front, and began relentlessly pounding on the surface of his home.

"Patrick please, I want to talk to you. I'M SORRY!"

"GO AWAY SPONGEBOB!" My heart skipped a beat. It had been many days since I even heard his voice, and now he didn't want to even talk to me?

"PATRICK! PLEASE!"

"I don't want to talk to you Spongebob! YOU STOOD ME UP!"

"I DIDN'T MEAN TO! I WAS AT WORK!"

"THEN WHY DID YOU SAY 4? I got there are I WAITED for you. I WAITED FOR TWO HOURS! And for what? You to come BOTHER ME?"

"Patrick I'm sorry! I tried to go, but Mr. Krabbs wouldn't let me leave! Please Patrick, It's storming out here, just let me in." I slid down his rock, still knocking, now slowing down and with less force. I slid to my butt and sobbed silently to myself as there was a pause. 

Just as I thought I really had blown it, Patrick opened his rock to let me inside.

"Thanks Pat."

"No problem, Bob." 

Patrick helped me in, wrapped me in a warm blanket, and sat me down on his couch. I didn't say much at first and neither did he. We kind of just looked at each other, then into space. Zoning in and out as tension rose like a flower in May. 

Patrick cleared his throat. "So, what did you want to talk to me about, Spongebob."

I turned toward him, inspecting every detail of his face. His big, dumb smile, his large and telling eyes.

"Patrick, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I just don't know who I am anymore. I feel like my life just flipped completely upside down since buying that goddamn comic." Patrick gulped. "And after sleeping with you..."

"So, do you hate me?"

"No Patrick, no. I just think my heart moved faster than my brain and, it scared me. Really bad. I've done a lot of things in the last week I am not proud of, that I didn't expect. But the last thing I expected was to hurt my best friend." 

Patrick winced and closed off.

"So I'm just a friend to you?"

"Patrick.."

"Tell me right now, Spongebob. Tell me how you feel."

I gazed into Patrick's face. I felt like my heart was breaking and soaring all at the same time. Patrick held his gaze, face softening and searching.

 I said nothing but leaned towards him, angling my mouth towards his. He didn't move or pull away. I inched closer lips brushing his. Our eyes closed and the kiss turned deeper. I could feel his uncertainty melt into the lust he clearly felt towards me. I knew this was wrong, distracting him from my unwillingness to answer his question with sex, but as much as I wanted to understand my feelings and think about what Patrick and I were now, my body ached with the delicious memory of where Eugene had touched me. I wanted to know if that's what I could feel with Patrick.

Wordlessly I began to undress myself, removing my shirt, tie, and belt while maintaining my assault on Pat's mouth. He looked towards the bedroom, silently asking if we should continue this elsewhere, but I shook my head slightly. My hands slid lower and lower, finally making their way into his pants to grip his length. Smaller than Eugene's but just as tantalizing. I moved hand up and down rhythmically, becoming determined and almost frantic with desire as he threw his head back. I could hear Eugene's stern voice in my head commanding my movement and began to feel myself throb. I grabbed Patrick's hand that lay at his side and thrust it into my pants, willing to grip me as hard and unforgiving as Eugene had. After we both finished our devil's patty cake, pleased with myself I wordlessly dressed and kissed him once more, hard, and retreated to my pineapple fully spent.