Patryk's POV:
"Hello?" I ask picking up my phone, it's Paul, the sexy god, whose dick is supposedly bigger than his eyebrows.
"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to come over and have a couple drinks?" He sounded nervous, but don't get me wrong I've been nervous around Paul ever since I realised I liked Paul, and I mean really liked.
"Umm....S-Sure," He probably thinks I sound like the biggest idiot alive.
-------------At Paul's house, his POV---------------
"Oh fuck!" I screamed after I hung up, "He's coming right now!"
"Get your shit together Paul" I said slapping myself.
~~~~~~~~le time skip, Patryk arrives~~~~~~~~
"He's here, calm down, act natural" that's the exact opposite of what I did.
"Hey" Patryk says quietly.
Silence.
"Paul.........you there?"
"PAINT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS!"
Idiot.
"I mean.......come in?"
"Okay?" "What are we supposed to be doing again?"
"Drinking" I attempt to say cooly
"Ok"
We walk into the sitting room.
Is this really happening?
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More Than Comrades
FanfictionRom-Com (romantic communists) Paultryk smut- Paul and Patryk have been having some interesting feelings towards each other, but it's a drunken night at Paul that makes them come clean about their feelings..............
