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Sugar daddy (were going down)

Sugar Daddy (We're Goin' Down)

jedusaur

Summary:

There is a long, heavy silence. Pete caresses Patrick's nipple. Patrick's dad coughs.

There is a very slight chance that this may, possibly, have been a bad idea.

Notes:

Written for gala_apples's prompt at the Pretend Dating Festival.

This fic has been podficced by leish here and by reena_jenkins here.

(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)

Work Text:

The worst part of it is that Patrick is actually a complete goody-two-shoes. It would be one thing if he were actually doing any of the things his parents have accused him of doing. Having authority figures breathing down your neck is the price you pay for having fun and losing their trust. Patrick gets that. But he's not having any of the fun, and he's getting all of the mistrust, and it's not fucking fair.

It's not that he wouldn't go out and do stupid shit if he had the chance. Patrick would absolutely love to go to basement shows and smoke weed and learn to dirty dance. He'd totally get shitfaced and pee in fountains and all that jazz, given the opportunity. Better to do everything illegal before his eighteenth birthday brings with it a permanent record.

The thing is, most of that requires money and/or friends to do it with, and Patrick doesn't have a job. He has friends, but they're the kind of friends who come over to play video games and politely accept glasses of Kool-Aid from his mom. He doesn't have the kind of friends who are over twenty-one, or who know where to go to get weed, or get invited to underground concerts. He doesn't know anyone who regularly engages in anything that could be labeled partying.

And yet every time he comes home five minutes later than expected, his parents are searching his backpack for condoms and bongs. He's getting kind of sick of it. It makes him want to spend more time out of the house, which probably isn't helping his case, but he doesn't care. They're not going to trust him either way, so he might as well not bother trying to convince them.

During the school year, he gets a monthly fare pass for the El so his parents don't have to add time to their commutes to drive him to school. He spends a lot of time after school aimlessly riding around and listening to music. It's not so bad. There are a lot of interesting people on the subway, and sometimes he gets off the train and wanders around a park or downtown. Chicago might suck in a lot of ways, but it's his city and he loves it.

Then the school year ends, and there's no reason for him to be given a pass, so he's stuck in suburbia. It drives him completely up the wall.

His parents keep asking why he wants to go anywhere else, like they think he's having withdrawal symptoms from his favorite crackhouse or something. Patrick doesn't try to explain. He just puts on his headphones and paces--around the house, around the block, around his neighborhood. There is absolutely nothing interesting nearby. Just a grocery store, a couple fast-food places, and a gas station, none of which will hire him.

Patrick is in the gas station convenience store, staring wistfully into the beer coolers, when he meets Pete.

At first, he's pretty sure the guy is checking him out. Which would actually be awesome. Patrick hasn't taken his libido out for any real-world test drives yet, but he has some reason to believe that dudes are relevant to his interests. And even if that weren't the case, it would still be a nice ego boost.

Then the guy scoots closer to him and whispers, "Hey. Need someone legal to buy your booze?"

Because he's an idiot and a smooth one at that, Patrick says, "Why would you do that?"