Date Night (Peterick)

Chapter 7

"So, how did you like our first official date?" Patrick asked me as he grabbed my hand and held it in his.

"It was probably the best first date I've had in a long time." I smiled and gave his hand a small squeeze before I let go to open the car door for him.

"Ah, such a gentleman." He smiled, getting in the car. I walked around to the driver side as he kept talking, but I didn't hear him. Whoops.

"What did you say?" I asked as I turned the car on.

"I was just asking if you like the movie."

"It was okay. I don't get why he went crazy at the end, but whatever."

"He didn't go crazy at the end, he was crazy the whole time!!! That was the whole point if the big revelation at the end."

"Well either way, I still didn't get most of the movie." I laughed as I drove off away from the movie theater. We continued to chat about the movie while I drove him home.

"The whole point if the movie is for you to take your own lesson away from it. That's why the story is told that way." Patrick said I pulled into his driveway.

"You and I saw two different movies I guess." I laughed.

"We did!! That's what I'm trying to say!!" He laughed back and pulled me into an awkward on car hug, but I embraced it anyways because any hug from Patrick is better than no hug from Patrick. "Do you want to come in for some coffee or something?" He smiled softly at me.

"At 8 o'clock at night?" I joked. "Of course." I took my keys out of the car and he walked me to the door and into his house.

"This is my home." He made a big gesture as we walked through the threshold of the door way into the living room." I looked around at the massive living room, jealous at how big it was compared to my living room in my tiny apartment.

"Where's my coffee?" I gave him a toothy grin which only made him giggle.

"I'll go get it!" He said enthusiastically turning away. I walked towards a chair until pictures of a little Patrick caught my eye in a book shelf. I went over to look at his childhood pictures, smiling at how adorable he was as a child. Much like he is now. There were pictures of him with other kids, parents, grandparents, and his entire family. When I finished looking at them, I took a step back and noticed odd spacing between some pictures. In these spaces where dust outlines of pictures frames now missing from the collection. Maybe he just rearranged them? Or he's not talking to a certain cousin? Whatever the reason, I chose to dismiss it because I'm probably just over thinking anyways.

"Here you go!!" I jumped in a fight and was suddenly face to face with Patrick and my cup of coffee. "Spooked ya?" He laughed.

"Thanks!! Yeah, just a little" I smiled and peck him on the cheek when I'm recovered from the care.

I put the coffee down and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He kissed back and his hands fell to my side's. As our kissed continued, his hands began to roam and eventually found their way to the button of my pants.

"Wanna go to the bedroom?" I asked him?

"Yeah." He said with a nervous smile. He grabbed my hand and led us upstairs to a large bedroom. He pulled me onto to the bed where we picked up right where we left off.

"Are you okay?" I asked sensing is ever growing nervous energy.

"Yeah! It's just... this is the farthest I've ever been with a guy so it's new to me.'

"That's cute." I laughed. "Its okay. We can take our time." I said undoing his pants and reaching in them. I felt him flinch at my touch as I kissed him. Despite him being so nervous as he claims, we were both naked shortly after. "Do you have lube?" I asked.

"Uhhmmm. No." He said.

"How are we going to do this then?"

"I don't know man. Maybe we can just do other stuff?" Patrick turned a shade a red with embarrassment.

"Yeah! We can actually!!" I said as I layed him down. "You're about to get the best blow job you've ever had." I said before going down on him. As soon as I got started the bedroom door opened.

"What in the actual fuck is this?" A woman with dark hair asked in a shocked horror.

"Eliza!" Patrick said jumping up off the bed. While he did that I scrambled to find my underwear so I'm not exposed physically and metaphorically.

"Who is this Patrick?" She asked pointing at me. "And why as he sucking your dick? How long have you been gay?" Each question grew in volume as her anger grew, and all I could do was watch Patrick shrink in fear.

"Patrick... who is this?" I asked.

"I'm his fucking wife! Who the he'll are you?"

"Im..." I couldn't find the courage to speak my own name in the face of this woman.

"I'm sorry, Pete. I was going to tell you I just-"

"You're apologising to him?!" Eliza yelled. "I'm the one you cheated on and you're apologising to him. Unbelievable."

"I should go." I said grabbing the rest of my clothes and leaving the room. I walked shamefully past Eliza and I swear to god I could feel the heat of her anger radiate off of her.

"Pete! Wait!" Patrick called after me. I did no such thing and just kept walking down the hall as Eliza yelled at him for asking me to wait. I put the rest of my clothes back on downstairs, listening to her yell at him, and him not even say a thing in his defense. The sound of her yelling rang in my ears until I was able to get out of the house.

(A/N) I have no idea how many times I'm going to update this story. I hope to have it done before I go back to school in August.