Loveless (Peterick)

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He'd grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him down on top of him, the two of them sinking further into the mattress with their tongues tied together in a drunk-filled kiss. They were in Joe's apartment after having dropped off Pete at his own place. Patrick was stark naked underneath the other man with the smeared face paint and a breath that smelled like whiskey. He stood up off of him a moment to roll on a condom, and Patrick was able to properly look around the place a moment. Joe had always been big into music, listening to bands ranging from the Beach Boys to Slayer to Joy Division.

He had posters all up on his walls like he used to back in his college dorm. Patrick spotted a guitar in its stand in the corner of the room. He remembered when all Joe had ever wanted to do was be in a band or pursue something music related, but Joe had told him earlier that night when they had been sat at the bar that he tried to get realistic about his future, so he had gone for the best paying career he qualified for. Patrick could tell he wasn't happy with the choice now that he was getting older and still alone, but what could he do about it, really? Joe was on top of him again suddenly and began to plant kisses along his neck and run his hands along his cool body.

Patrick leaned into his touch and whipped his head to the side so the other could suckle on his neck. His mind was foggy and unclear, but everything felt so good- too good. He was blinded by lust and desire and the passion in the kiss that ensued as Joe entered him. It had been a feeling he had missed somewhat- the feeling of them joined in this sexual dance of undying moans and rough hip thrusting- that caused goosebumps to rise along his arms and his thoughts to blank in the heat of their sweating skin pressed into each other. Patrick didn't know when it had ended. Everything seemed to blend together from last night to the next morning when had woken up with a throbbing in his head and a dryness in his mouth.

He saw Joe lying there next to him and remembered how he got there in some bed that was not his own. He remembered about Pete too, what he had done to him. The whole point of last night was for Pete to get advice and learn a few things from Patrick, but instead, Patrick had spent the entire time making googly eyes at Joe and talking about nothing that mattered. This was a bad idea- sleeping with his ex. He didn't know what he had been thinking when he decided to go into his apartment when Joe had asked if he wanted to come inside.

He was aware of what that implied, and he did it anyhow. Patrick rose from the bed and grabbed his clothes off the ground, putting them on piece by piece. Joe woke up to the sound of the metal on Patrick's belt clinking together. He yawned and stretched his limbs and looked at Patrick with the biggest grin.
"Good morning," he uttered.

"'Morning."

Patrick swayed to each second of silence until Joe spoke again.
"Last night was really something, huh?"
"It-um- it was, but I've got to go now. I've got work in a couple of hours."

"Aw. You're leaving so soon? Don't you want to stay for breakfast or something?"
"Sorry. I really shouldn't, but this was...y'know good and everything."
Patrick walked to the door to leave, but Joe's voice stopped him.
"I'll call you later."

Patrick wanted to slap himself for remembering the fact that they had exchanged numbers last night at the bar. He really was stupid when he was intoxicated.
"No. Don't call me," he told him.
"Why?"

"Because, Joe, I don't want you to. It took ten years to get over you. I don't want you back in my life."

"You didn't really seem to feel that way last night."
"I was drunk!" Patrick exclaimed, "We both were! Don't you see, Joe? We broke up for a reason. We're just not compatible together, and if we pretend nothing bad ever happened between us and start anything with each other again we'll just end up in the same spot we ended in."