A romance

Charlie is drunk

If you want this story to be really good, please wait 24 hours after I have published to read it, because I'll fix the language and the grammar and make it better. I will probably have made it ok after 24 hours. Now it's just the story. I have just writed it down without reading it. Not even once.

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After school Patrick took Charlie for a drive like he said. They bought some sandwiches and talked in the car. Not about important stuff though. Patrick had brought a bottle of vodka with him and some cigarettes, just because he knew that Charlie would be his true self then. The one Patrick loved the most... But he hoped that one day, Charlie would be relaxed enough without that stuff. 

It was a shame that the risk of Charlie not remembering what happened today with the alcohol in his blood was there. But, it was worth the risk, and probably wouldn't happen. If he wouldn't remember, Patrick could just tell him and make him blush. Maybe tell him a bit more than what actually happened - As a joke of course.

They didn't listen to music this time, Patrick didn't even know why he had forgotten to turn on the stereo... After a while, they reached the forest by the cliffs and the sea. Patrick looks over to Charlie.

Charlie had fallen asleep.. So Patrick parks the car with a smile and gets out of the car. He walk over to the passenger side and opens the door. When he sees Charlie's cute face, he feels more confident about taking him here. About this so called date.

It's a shame that Charlie isn't gay, or at least bi. Maybe he is... but just doesn't know it yet.. maybe I can figure it out for him.. he thinks for himself. He smirked for himself,  while feeling a bit bad. 

Charlie starts to wake up and the first thing he sees is Patricks face some inches from him. Charlie realizes that he has fallen asleep in the car and blushes lightly.

"Good morning" Patrick says and smiles while observing his face for a short moment. He moves out of the way for Charlie, and looks himself around.

"What do you think Charlie? We can stay here as long as we want, the sky is blue, the sun is shining and! We have food" he says, as if they have everything in the world, right here.

Charlie looks himself around. A smile appears on his lips.

"Wow, this is amazing.."  he mumbles. Just by saying that, Patrick finds himself feeling great, and happy.

"Come, look here" Patrick says while walking closer to the cliffs. He looks over the sea and smiles broadly. When Charlie stands by his side, even he smiles bigger.

"WOW, look at the view Patrick!" he exclaimes enthusiastically.

"I know Charlie, I know.." he smiles while laying his arm over Charlies shoulders for what felt like the hundredth time. Charlie hugs him slowly and smiles in his chest. This would be perfekt, Charlie almost felt like a child in that moment. Like a very happy child. Just a few minutes later they had their sandwiches in their hands and Patrick had the bottle of vodka right beside him. Charlie sat on Patricks left side and Patrick had just convinced Charlie to drink a bit. And so he did.

The time went by and Charlie looks at Patrick with a face that was really hard to read, before he separated Patricks legs and sat down between them. He had his sandwich in his hand and he did let himself lean back on Patricks torso. Patrick smiled and wrapped his arms around the younger boy. So cute... he thought to himself.

"Patrick.." he mumbled silently.

"Mm"

"Why don't you have a boyfriend right now?" he mumbles and places his hand om Patricks thigh. It felt good to touch him, his body was so slim and muscular and yet so... nice. He didn't have that much muscles really, it was just that you could feel them so easily. Charlie just found it sexy. Charlie tenderly bit his lower lip while remembering who he was thinking about, the guy he was leaning back onto in this moment. That wasn't okay to think... right?

Patrick smirks and tries to concentrate on what Charlie was saying. It was a bit hard with the younger boys hand on his thigh. Why did he have his arm there anyway...

"What do you mean?" he askes. 

"You are so.." Charlie started, but stopped himself to take a sip of vodka. Then he just looks down to his own body.

"So fuckable... you know.." he mumbles and laughs slightly.

Patrick smiled back without saying anything. Now the alcohol did talk, without a doubt. Then they just sat there and looked over the sea. Charlie did become a bit shy again, it was a step of the process when Charlie drank alcohol. Patrick felt Charlies hands around him suddenly and then saw that Charlie hugged him a little nervously.

"What are you..." Patrick starts to ask but gets interrupt by Charlies arms who is just hugging him more tightly.

"I was so alone before I met you Patrick, you know that right?"

Patrick just looks at him for a moment before he starts to lean closer to Charlies face with his own. Charlie looked at him a bit nervously and blushed hardly. Before Charlie even knows, Patrick kisses him.

Charlies perspective

Patrick feels my hand under his shirt and Patrick really tries to behave. I can feel it. Painfully slow he mets my lips with his. My veins, my stomach and my chest are burning; I can't think straight. I'm licking my bottom lip and allow my tongue to dance along with his. It's rough... it's passionate. Patricks body is moving against mine in... something I could only describe as harmony. Oh, why do I love this so much... It makes no sense. I'm not gay...?! But even thought I'm not, which I really am not, I never have kissed another human being like this. I have never really felt like this.. I don't think I can handle this either. Slowly I push Patrick away a bit and I breath heavily.

Patrick just looks at me with those beautiful eyes.. This is so hard.. In need of comfort I drag my arms hard around his body and close my eyes. And in that position I fell asleep. The clock wasn't even 10PM.