A romance

Chapter 4

Patrick looked himself in the mirror. He had grown a short yet thick beard of around two millimetres. It was as dark as his hair, and gave him a slightly more mature look. It would come to contribute to his confidence later that night. The mechanical clock with a dark brown frame that hung on the wall of his room showed 08:24 pm. Tonight's party would start at nine, yet, Patrick did not intend on attending until somewhere around 10.

When the time was 10:07, Patrick had parked his car in front of Charlie's house. Charlie appeared on the doorstep about a minute later and got into the car with a shy smile. Shy, as always, but not nervous. He was wearing all black with the only exception being his long sleeved shirt, which was in a dark blue color. Patrick gave him an inviting smile and started the car. 

"Pick a CD" he said, and so Charlie did. While arriving at the party, Charlie had already gotten to taste some of Patricks liquor for the night in the car. He had treated him to a couple of small bottle shots, and Charlie liked the taste so he actually took three in total. While the experience in the car was splendid, in Charlies opinion, he did find himself being a bit tipsy before he even reached the house that the party was held in.

Charlie's perspective
The party went on pretty much as before, after their arrival, and Charlie found himself sitting in a couch with three different acquaintances. Charlie was drinking out of a glass with approximately 40% vodka and 60% Sprite. A typical teenage drink, he had thought while pouring it to himself. Like I am. A typical teenager. 

He had just finished a bowl of noodles that someone had made him, and he was observing the people, and listening to the conversation. He was gazing in Patricks direction more than anyone else, and he himself though that he was very discrete of course. Had Patrick let his beard grow? Charlie nodded to himself while pulling away his gaze from the man and instead looking down into his glass, and then drinking from it. Charlie felt a bit confused, just as that time he and Patrick had done a not so friendly like thing. Just by looking at him, he could remember that feeling. The confusion as well. The insecurity about all that was still existing inside of him, and he felt a bit disappointed, thinking that it might not go away no matter how hard he tries or what ever substance he has in his body. 

Patrick's perspective
Patrick had noticed that Charlie had put a lot of his observing attention towards him, or at least so he percieved it. Maybe he was just imagining things. Trying to convince himself that something non-existing would be there... When Charlie went to the kitchen to fill up his glas, or atleast that's what Patrick assumed, he did the same him minute after without thinking twice about it. 

When he saw Charlie with his head in the fridge, he could sense that he was contemplating what he wanted. Deciding things was nothing he was good at, it always took its time. Patrick put away his bottle of wine and the glass he had with it in a clumsy gesture, which Charlie did not seem to notice. So Patrick slowly walked closer to him, until he was standing with his torso, slightly touching Charlies back. Patrick stroke his palm over Charlies arm and let it come down to his hand which was holding a bottle that stood in the fridge, that he now did let go of in a nervous tremble. 

- Having a hard time deciding are we? Patrick whispered, having moved his head a bit closer to Charlie, so his lips was touching Charlies neck slightly. Charlie turned around in one fast movement and looked at Patrick with a quite intensive look. Then another quest entered the kitchen, glancing towards them until he just got what he wanted, and then left. Both Charlie and Patrick looked back at him, until Patrick looked down at Charlies shirt in a relaxed move, grabbing it from the bottom with a slight touch and touching the fabric.
- New shirt? he mumbled while slowly dragging up the shirt about an inch, then stroking his fingertips against his stomach. Charlie pulled it in for a second, since Patricks hand was cold, until he made himself relax again. He looked away without really looking at anything. Not really register where they were, nor what he saw.
- Mmm.. he finally answered. Charlie breathed a bit heavier than before while letting two of his fingers go down between Patricks jeans and underwear, pulling him closer while moving away from the fridge. He didn't really think, he just did. 

Patrick felt surprised, but at the same time the positive feelings of attraction and liking of Charlie made the surprise end up somewhere in the background. They were discrete enough. Patrick is wearing a velvet blazer that covers his movements under Charlies shirt. He really wanted to kiss his lips, but at the same time he was afraid of scaring the younger one away. Charlie looked himself around, slowly, thinking, waiting, until he made himself taller by letting the heel of his foot leave the ground, and then he came closer to Patricks face, until Patrick took command and pressed both his body and lips towards Charlies, making Charlie's back press against the wall. It went fast, maybe 20 seconds went by, until they stopped in an abrupt movement so nobody would catch them doing... this. They looked at each other while breathing a bit more heavily, and waited to calm down. With a light stroke, Charlie corrected Patricks shirt before they left the kitchen to join the others again.