Fix You - IT Fanfiction

Nineteen

"We might as well go back," Vic said after everyone had left.

"I'll see you guys soon, I guess," said Bill sadly as he went inside.

"You guys wanna sleepover tonight? I mean there's no point going home now," Vic offered.

We agreed and piled into Belch's car. He started the engine and drove us to Vic's house. He had the top down and I felt the cold wind blowing through my hair as Henry and Vic's shoulders pressed against mine.

Vic's house was in the same neighborhood as Bill's so it wasn't a long drive to get there. The car stopped when we reached Vic's house. I'd only been there once before and it was unrecognizable in the dark. We piled out of the car and walked inside the house.

"Are your parents home?" Patrick asked. "I feel like a wank."

"Nah, they're out on a date night," Vic told him.

"Yes!" Exclaimed Patrick with a fist bump.

"Do you guys wanna sleep or do you wanna do something?" Vic asked.

"Any of you up for truth or dare?" Belch asked.

"Sure," Vic agreed.

"I'll go get Patrick," I added.

"Is that really a good idea?" Warned Henry. "I think he's... busy."

"I really don't give two shits what he doing," I said as I made my way upstairs.

As I walked up the stairs I heard skin slapping. I rolled my eyes. I heard Patrick grunting in the first room so I flung the door open, knowing full well what I would be seeing.

Patrick was sprawled out on the bed wanking with a pair of underwear that looked vaguely familiar. Then I realized that they were mine, I must have left them here when I slept over. Patrick didn't notice that I was there at first so I cleared my throat. When he saw me he stopped, threw a pillow over himself and quickly pushed the underwear under the pillow.

"You perv," I said with a small laugh, shutting the door.

"At first I didn't realize they were yours. I've always used the material in Vic's magazines from front to back and I needed something else. I only kinda knew they were yours when I smelt them. They smell like you," Patrick explained.

"Smell like me?" I questioned.

"Yeah, wherever you go you leave this smell, so I guess it makes sense that it would be on your clothes," Patrick told me.

"Good smell?" I asked.

"Amazing," Patrick complimented.

I shrugged in agreement. "Can I maybe have them back?"

Patrick looked at me in disbelief.

"You need to finish don't you," I sighed.

Patrick nodded. "You'll be washing them anyway, so any more time doesn't really matter that much. If you want you can help?"

I've not really done many sexual things that I've actually wanted to do, Cole forces me when I don't want to. There was a guy a few years ago and then there was Vic. I thought for a minute. I guess there wasn't much harm. I respect myself and I have morals. This seemed to be okay.

I sat down on the bed next to Patrick and a look of surprise took over his face. "Are you really helping?"

"Yes," I said.

"Wow," said Patrick in awe.

I moved the pillow. He was still hard. I threw my underwear off the bed.