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

Two months before

A/n: oops I'm pulling a star wars. This is what happened before and what started the so called rules that are broken in the first chapter, yes I will be adding a lot more to this don't you worry your pretty little face off. anyway enjoy!

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On one condition, I get to be on fucking top," Henry declared that one Friday night.

  The sudden intention of it even occurring came up after a day of Patrick's constant yet unusual way of flirting that only fueled more of their curiosity. Patrick's mostly, who was without a doubt, an equal opportunist from what people had known about him. Henry, however was a bit more doubtful at first. The question was, was Henry willing to submit? He knew of the odd rumors going around the school about the other boy. From that unsettling demeanor he always had to the habit of running his snake-like tongue along his lips whenever he found something grotesquely enticing, the taller one in general creeped even Henry out. And the fact that it was with another boy - Patrick of all people - got him flustered.

  "I don't want to try any of that homo shit, Hockstetter," Henry had muttered. The two of them sat alone in the Trans Am on a quiet evening. Vic had tagged ahead with Belch in getting more beer for the four of them for the following day. He'd been in his usual place in the passenger side, cigarette dangling from his mouth with both of his legs propped upon the dashboard (which Belch would scold him about later).

  "How do you know if you'll like it if you've never even tried it yet," Patrick obliged from the backseat, sporting the same dark expression. A pair of lengthy arms rested against the back seats and his long legs were casually spread out. Henry took one glance in the rear view mirror and could see the boy’s eerie face looking back at him enough to make anyone else's skin crawl.

  "Because I'm not into any of that. I told you that before, don't wanna have to say it again..."

  Deep inside, he felt it was wrong and against his father's order however even though he would’ve hated to admit it, a part of him wanted it to happen. A series of thoughts flooded his mind; What would his father think? Knowing his son was a ‘fag’ for letting another boy touch him in a manner that nobody else had... It would have earned him even more merciless consequences and possibly even death. But in retrospect, Henry also felt it could've been a way to get back at the old bastard for all the years of torment and abuse. Sure he yearned for his father's approval, however there were times where he wanted to disobey and snap back…

Fuck it.

  "Meet me at around nine tonight at my place. If you aren’t there, don’t bother me about this shit ever again."

  Patrick's lips twisted into a cunning smirk in response. He was going to get exactly what he wanted. And that smirk was enough for Henry to know what he was thinking.

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  'Let's see if your son really is gonna enjoy this queer shit.' Henry told himself, now stripping down all of his clothes to join the other in bed who had already been prepared for what was to come.

  And with that, the leader roughly propped himself on top of the other boy's slim figure. One of the many reasons why he refused to take it any other way was because of the thought of someone taking full control and dominating him irked him to no end. It was his fragile masculinity he relied on to keep his tough exterior at front. For someone to see him in a compromising position was humiliating.