Paulryk (Eddsworld)

What?

Paul's POV

What? He was...what? Tord looked at me, shocked. "Uh." Was all that came out of his dropped jaw. I stood in shock, too. He was gay for me this whole time? And not telling me? "I'll go talk to him." I said, lighting my cigarette. I stood up, and walked the door, and put my hand on the knob. "Paul, tell him there is no problem with that. And tell him I apologize." Tord said. I nodded. I walked to the room we share, and knocked on the door. "It's unlocked." Patryk said. His voice sounded like he had cried for quite a while. I opened the door to find him laying on his bed, hugging his knees, with his back to me. He was shaking. Patryk sniffed. "Patryk." I said softly. He grabbed a pillow, and covered his face with it. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? I knew something was wrong." I told him. He cried a bit more when I said that. I walked to him, and sat by his legs. He was hugging the pillow, like it could take all the pressure away. I put a hand on Patryk's cheek. His wet eyes opened, and looked at me. "It's ok. You should've told me a lot sooner, so you didn't have to be this hurt. Tell me what's wrong. What's the matter with that?" I asked him. He sat up, but scooted a bit father from me. "I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want you to avoid me. I didn't want anyone to hold it against me. I was worried if I told you, you would stop talking to me, or avoid me, or worst of all, you and I wouldn't be friends anymore." He told me, trembling. More tears ran down his face when he said that last sentence. I put a hand on his shoulder, and scooted closer to him. He shook more. "I'm sorry." He cried, his voice cracked a little. He needed me, a lot. I felt like telling him that I loved him back. Even though I didn't from the start. Something about him finally saying that, made me fall for him. "Don't be. No one can control how they feel, and who they are." I said. I moved my hand from his shoulder to his cheek. "Look at me." I told him. Patryk sniffed and turned his head to face me. I got close to his face, our noses touching. He blushed. I smiled. My hand moved from his cheek, to the back of his head. We got very close. I kissed him. He gasped. I brought my hand to his back. Patryk wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I used my tongue to push out my cigarette that was in the corner of my mouth. It pushed out, but my tongue ended up in his mouth. Then, we had a tongue fight over dominance. I won. I leaned forward, and pinned him to his bed by the wrists. I broke the kiss, and looked at the door. It was shut and locked. Perfect. I gave him a seductive grin, and stroked the side of his face. He smiled, not happily, but seductive. "I love you, so much." I whispered to his ear. I took off his coat, and I took off mine. We were left in our red sweaters. I licked his unattached earlobe. I heard him lightly gasp. I chuckled as I put my hand up his shirt, to his chest, and rubbed all circles over it. I felt heat beat down against my cheek, he was blushing. I was glad. I rubbed my finger on his nipple. He gasped loudly as I pinched it with my thumb and index finger, lightly twisting it. He was panting slowly. He hugged my shoulder tighter. I could tell, he wanted this. His legs were cradling my waist. I put a hand on the back of his head. "You ok?" I asked, slight concern in my voice. He nodded. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked. He shook his head. I kissed his cheek, he chuckled.