patrick and henry (after the accident)

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Henry walked along the street, kicking the rocks that pathed his way. He was still torn about the other night. The way hockstetter had just kicked him out like that. He'd told him that they would never talk about it again... and then left. Patrick didn't agree nor disagree, really. He just stood there. In a dream. A nightmare more like. If only Butch was there to beat him out of it. Give him a reason. It was shifty but true. Without the bastard he was just a whiny fag walking to nothing. He hated himself tfor the kiss. He'd screamed at himself for it and done himself dirty. It was what he thought right. He wasn't Richie. He wasn't eddie. It wasn't right...

The cold air swept past him as he thought what the other was doing. He'd stayed there that night. His home. Not Henry's. It made him feel lonely. He hated the quiet. So to justify the noise he thought a good walk would do...on a silent night...he was dumb as fuck. What moron goes to escape silence by taking a fucking walk in it. He kicked them harder this time. "Damn," he huffed to himself. "Awe is the little boy throwing a fit," a voice grumbled. It was dark and sadistic, a hyena sort of laugh following with it. He froze to the spot like glue, shivers crawling through him. He recognised  it. And not from a good memory. "Has your little boyfriend left you all alone, wah, wah."

Turning round a balloon burst up in his face, causing him to scuttle back. Then, from the opening of a gate, that dreaded face appeared. "Happy to see me, I come in peace," he showed off those yellow diamond teeth. Henry shook his head. The sicko wasn't going to get him dead or jn the loony bin. "Hell no, you fuckers never come in peace." As if finding the joke funny pennywise let out a laugh with him. It irked his stomach in a way. The creature turned round his head in amusement, the snapping of bones hurting his ears. He lowered himself to the ground making the blonde step back. "What the hell.." he felt sick but didn't move. He knew it wouldn't attack yet. It was playing with him. "What? You wanna try it? If you come float with us you can. Come float henry. Just like your dad...his body tasted just fine thanks to you lot. Wish you'd invited me to se it though...fun" the last word sprang in his body and that triggered him to start running. He'd already outran him once, he could do it again.

His laugh came closer by the second then faded away, Henry's heart now springing out his chest. He didn't dare look back, the clown could be anywhere, maybe even behind him."shit," he cursed under his breath. That's when pennywises head popped up between his legs. "Naughty boy, no swearing," he  chuckled darkly. A scream of fright launched out his throat as he took a deture to Patrick's. He was the closest house he'd walked to as he'd already gone there just to stare. To think.

Pennywise started to snap at his feet, getting closer ready to rip them off when henry took a sharp turn. He went past the fence, seeing the gate go the hockstetters entrance. He was close. He would make it. If it weren't for that cat he would've been eaten that is. The feline sprang out behind him stopping the clown. He stood up and smiled at it, causing Bowers to stop at the hockstetter entrance. He stared. With one swing the clown wolfed it down. That was enough to make henry bang on the door. "Mrs hockstetter, patrick, someone please!" He hoped tye thing was gone. Mrs hockstetter  opened the door with fright as the blonde stumbled in. He looked behind him. A balloon...

"You scared me to death henry, sweetie, look at you. Are you alright?" Mrs hockstetter cupped his face in her frail hands as the boy nodded. "Are you here go see pat? He hasn't come down yet or let anyone in his room." She started to bite her nails. She thought what a mess it would be to clean if he killed himself... especially with Melody here. "Yea, I think I'll be able to get my way in though," he assured. She smiled.

"Patrick open the fucking door," henry bashed against the door. He needed to tell him. He was the only one who would understand. But no answer  came, only a sound of movement that rung through the air. He tried the handle again. It opened. There on the floor was patrick, a bottle in his hand and dead stare on his face. He didn't even look at henry. He just sat. "What the fuck  have you been doing..." the blonde frustrated walked over to him, sitting down infront. He made sure the door was locked on his way. Patrick soon noticed the boy and gave him a huge grin, showing off his croaked teeth and creepy eyes. He was drunk and high. "You stink..." hockstetter didn't show a care in his eye at the comment. "Glad to be," was all he could squeeze out. He swung his head back and closed his eyes. Henry wouldn't be able to say shit till he was sober.

"How far did he chase you?" He was like a mind reader catching Bowers off guard. "How the fuck did your freaky mind guess that?" He scoffed and patrick shrugged. "Guess you are smarter when you're high. He chased me, yes, tried biting me also, but he kinda...played with me at the start. He like sorta just talked...it was weird." Patrick felt annoyed at that. It felt irritating that someone else was teasing the shorter. Like...jealousy? He let out a chuckle to himself, laughing at his own thoughts. Henry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, rolling his eyes. "Next time, just run," he finally said. "He isn't allowed what's mine." Henry went red at the statement. "Yours? What are you on about?" He nudged, getting pissed. He wasn't a fucking statue to be won.

Patrick extended a hand, the splint showing in his hand. "Something to calm your ass," he smirked. Henry wasn't amused. Though he lit it and made do. That's when they both fell in the same boat, laughing their asses off, talking like little kids again. The memories no longer when it was just the two of them. No clown, no family, nothing. Patrick liked it like that. He didn't mind henry in it. He liked his lips. "Don't tell me you're thinking of that fridge..." henry groaned. The taller shrugged. He wouldn't mind another go. Henry could see this.

"I know something that could stop me," his eyes went dark as he stared at the blonde. Henry shivered. "Cocksucker being a dick already? Have the drugs worn off?" Henry teased. Patrick was amused but had other plans. "Let's start up like we did yesterday." Henry was caught off guard by the freak. If it weren't for the drugs, he'd have gone mad. But this time, he burst out laughing. "What the hell... you freak, don't scare me like that." Patrick was quiet. "You weren't serious.."

He moved closer, henry not stopping him. "We're both high, so we'll probably forget about it. Besides... it can be a drunken mistake, no?" Patrick tried to convince him. And the truth is it worked. Henry paused before going in for a kiss. It was tender but turned rough as they began to deepen it. Tongues danced the tango, Patrick's winning with a groan, and henry found his legs buckling. The taste of cherries and beer stained their mouths, eyes squeezed shut as Patrick's just glared. He was scared that if he closed them, he'd wake up.

Suddenly, henry found himself lying on his back on the bed. The kiss was fast, his hands rubbing circles on the raven heads shoulders, one going up to mess with his hair. All this happened as the poor tarantula scurried about in his cage, watching the mess unfold. Hockstetter moved Henry's legs around his waist, his fingers piercing his thighs. They were his holy grail. Something he could wait to see shake with ecstasy.

His hands began to travel to the seem of his shirt, scowling, lifting it. Bowers copied. This time, patrick was quick to think, the alcohol boosting his confidence. He grasped the shirt just as henry was about to slide it off, pinning both his hands in a knotted mess. The boy squirmed beneath him, pulling about for freedom. He was too relaxed. He wanted to protest. But he couldn't. He just couldn't. And that was good enough for patrick, who ended the kiss, continuing it down his neck, letting his teeth take control. Henry let low huffs and moans follow, his feet trying to find somewhere to ground himself from falling into this dream he was stuck in.

It was going to escalate... and they knew it.

A/N yay I actually made two chapters in a row. And I'm getting more confident with writing. Actually cringed when I went back to chapter 1 lol hope your enjoying my pooks x yes there will be explicit stuff next chapter x byee