I'm begging You, cockstetter ( Patrick Hockstetter x Henry Bowers {Discontinued}

stop avoiding me.

{bottom: Henry}
Patrick had been doing it for almost two weeks.
Henry barely even noticed at first- he didn't pay much attention to how much attention he got from Patrick, but that started to change when he realized that Patrick was blatantly ignoring him.

Suddenly, within the span of two weeks- Patrick was always busy, he couldn't hang out with the guys, conveniently he only could when Henry couldn't, and whenever Henry asked him if they could go wherever and do things that he couldnt speak of, Patrick just wasn't up for It, or he had a thing, or he just ignored the question.

It was driving Henry insane.

Patrick had never actually told him no before, and he hasn't gone this long without fucking around with Patrick since it first started- and the sudden drop in activity drove him mad.

So, one night, when he was particularly lonely- he decided to leave his ego at home and go to Patrick's house.

Henry climbed through Patrick's window at around 11 pm, and Patrick wasn't in the room, so he sat on the edge of his bed and waited for him.

Patrick came into the room soon enough. He was dressed in an oversized and torn up aerosmith shirt, paired with some grey plaid pyjama pants.

"The fuck are you doing here?"
Was the first thing Patrick asked.

"Patrick,"
Henry started, and got off the bed.
"Why the fuck have you been avoiding me? What did I do??"
Henry kept his voice in a hushed tone, but you could hear how much he wanted to yell at Patrick.

"I don't know what you're talking about."
Patrick stated with a smirk, and leaned back against his bedroom door.

"Oh like hell you don't! Just,"
Henry sighed, and his tone quickly changed into one that was more soft.
"Tell me what I did?"

"You didn't do anything."
Patrick shrugged plainly,
"I just haven't been in a mood to hang out, ya know?"
Patrick was bullshitting to get a rise out of Henry, that much was clear.

"Oh, for fuck sakes! What do I have to do to get you to at least fucking talk to me again?"
Henry cried, and they both knew he wasn't talking about them "talking". They weren't a very intimate pair, so by default their relationship was just two friends who fucked sometimes. Just average bro stuff.

"You can get on your knees and beg me, but who knows if it'll do you any good."
Patrick was smirking again, and Henry's eyes went wide as he began to back up.

"What? No. That's pussy shit- fuck that,"
He started to back up.

"Alright, then we can just continue not "talking", if that's what you want."
Patrick replied, his tone was flat, as if he was bored.

Patrick knew what he was doing, he knew this would happen all along- if you don't give Henry the attention he needs he'll do anything to get it. Anything.

"No- Patrick,"
Henry took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
He opened them a few seconds later, and stared at Patrick for a while.

"Fine."
He muttered, and got on his knees in front of Patrick.

"Patrick, just- ugh,"
Henry rolled his eyes,
"I don't know how to beg for shit."
He grumbled, and gripped onto Patrick's thighs to balance himself.