Fic - On A Bad Bet - Part 2
Fic - On A Bad Bet Part 2 of Part ?
Author - Me...duh
Pairing- Patrick/Joe .. Pete sometimes jumps in (not a lot)
Rating - NC 17
Summary - Virgin Patrick stumbles upon an underground secret that will change his FN life! he has to choose between money, his best friend, his dreams, love, and most of all, his own life.
Disclaimer - blah blah blah, it's not real.
Author notes - I'm going to be posting parts faster on my blog just becuz I want to, so if we're friends you'll get to read them faster, Yeah.
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Patrick was waiting for Pete to come upstairs, he heard him greeting his parents, his mom’s obvious delight and his dad’s simple phrases and grunts for Pete to just go upstairs and to try not to steal anything. Pete finally came through Patrick’s bedroom door.
“Took long enough” Patrick complained, watching Pete close the bedroom door behind him.
“Sorry dude, I had to drop by Joe’s to get some grass.” Pete sat down on Patrick’s bed in front of him, pulling out the joint and presenting it to him. “Apparently, this is the fucking shit!” Pete whispered excitedly.
Patrick got up and pushed his towel under the room door, and crossed over his room to open the window.
“You wanna get on the roof?” Patrick suggested, motioning towards it.
“Nah” Pete was flicking his lighter against the blunt. “It’s fucking cold out.”
Pete finally lit up, taking a long drag and exhaling slowly, blowing up into Patrick’s face then presenting it to him with a smile. Patrick's face sqousied together in disgust and made his way over to the open window for some fresh, this is what he had to put up with so his parents would lay off.
Pete snickered, Patrick huffing as Pete took another draw from it. Pete stopping for a second to take in the washing feeling coming over him in levels, as he slowly looked around his room. Everything seemed to slow down in this spectacular way, and that was some super fucking amazing shit he was smoking.
“Holy fuck, this is some good bud” Pete’s voice was minimized from holding in his smoke he finally released it, chuckling.
Patrick was picking at the window frame, looking down at it with something uneasy. He was letting his thoughts get the best of him, thinking about his lack of social life his parents swore up and down he didn't have. Patrick sighed, catching Pete's attention.
"What?" Pete questioned, he looked down at the joint in his hand "I can stop if you like...?"
"No, don't let me-" Patrick stopped, moving over to Pete on the bed "It's fine, you know I don't care"
Pete watched Patrick take a seat next to him and sighed, pulling himself up to walk over to the window and snuff out the joint he was holding against the ledge. Pete dropped the joint in his chest pocket, saving it for later.
"You didn't have to-"
“Not so fucking loud!” Pete snapped, snorting with a smile. “or they’ll come up here!”
Pete pushed Patrick a little as he took a seat next to him on the bed, he fell back holding his stomach. His laugh a cackle in the air. Patrick looked down at him as if he were crazy.
“No more for you…” he smiled, knowing his friend was off in another world by now. "You okay?"
“Yeah…fucking” Pete stopped, picking at his belt buckle with his fingers “Fucking stoned”
Patrick nodded, looking forward to his computer desk and his guitar case leaning against it. He thought for a second that maybe Pete could be his outlet, Pete wasn't nessarily in his right mind. He was pretty sure he could get away with clearing some mental space with him. Patrick looked back at Pete for a second, his pupils dialted and stuck on the cieling. Patrick fell back on the bed next to Pete, sighing again.
"What the fuck?" Pete asked, turning to Patrick was upset eyes "How many times are you going to do that tonight? Just say what's the matter, jeez."
"Sorry, I'm just annoyed with my parents on my back." Patrick stopped, his hands resting on his stomach. "I didn't even get a chance to eat tonight." Patrick complained.
“Dude, I’m so fucking horney” Pete admitted, shaking his head and mentally swearing up and down that the ceiling lamp resembles a vagina “I haven’t gotten laid in six months.”
“I haven’t gotten laid period.”
Pete turned towards Patrick on the bed, suddenly interested as he lay his head to rest against his hand.
“But you’ve gotten action before right?” Pete asked, his eyes blood red and Patrick a bit startled at first, but finally answers.
“Well yeah, I’ve gotten head before, and a couple hand jobs…which were pretty amazing.” Patrick chuckled, remembering “But I jerk off every chance I get... I’m like a priest or something.”
Pete’s smile crept up on his face as Patrick laughed at his own joke. Pete studied Patrick for a second.
“You’re a lot more calmer tonight, you’re Zen, you’re like fucking Andy.” Pete smiled.
Patrick’s laugh was an out burst, and sudden. Pete was a bit startled, Pete started nudging Patrick with his shoulder. Asking Patrick if he understood the joke.
“Yeah dude,” Patrick laughed “ I get it”
Patrick’s laughter died down as Pete lay back in the bed, looking at the ceiling lamp and licking his lips with greed. A beat of silence passing by before...
“You wanna know something?” Patrick whispered, drawing back in Pete’s attention “Like about me?” Patrick added
“Yeah, sure man.” Pete agreed while looking over at him with half lidded eyes.
“You know how I said I’d gotten head?” Patrick spoke nervously.
“Yeah?”
“Well…it was from a guy”
Pete sprung up instantly, shock an overdose on his face.
“No fucking way dude!”
“Don’t tell Joe!” Patrick barked while sitting up in front of Pete “ Just, don't tell anybody! I just needed to tell someone...”
Patrick was looking down with a regretting look on his face as Pete’s mouth hung open, his eyes searched Patrick like he had switched outfits on him all of a sudden.
“So you’re bi?” Pete asked finally
“Well, I’m not sure” Patrick stumbled “It’s like, I know it felt good right, but I just can’t see myself taking it up the ass. It’s like fuck no, dude.”
Pete’s eye lids finally dropped and suddenly he was cool, laying back with his arms behind his head.
“That’s cool man, cause um, I’m sort of bi too” Pete snorted like it was no big deal.
“What?!” Patrick was stunned “No you’re not! You’re just mocking me, you prick!”
“I’m fucking serious ‘trick” Pete’s face was still. “I like dick and pussy, there I said it.”
Patrick was still in shock, I mean, I guess he should of known, Pete is older and “wiser” and more experienced. Not to mention the tight jeans…Suddenly Patrick was interested, he didn’t want to seem gay or anything because Pete was one of the straightest guys he’s known but he had questions he wanted answered.
“So…like, you take it up the ass? Or do you give it?” Patrick was trying to be careful with his words he didn’t want to offend Pete in anyway and send him running.
“Both” Pete shrugged, still looking up at the ceiling lamp.
“Holy shit…” Patrick was amazed. “So, how does it feel…Like, is it like a girl or better…like, okay,” Patrick was trying to get his words right. “What’s the Pro’s and Con’s?”
Pete chuckled while sitting up, leaning back on his elbows.
“First off, the ass is tighter than a pussy, sure it may not be as wet but that’s what lube is for.” Patrick mouthed the word lube, as if he were trying to remember. “There’s a spot, I call it the P spot. Once you hit that, once you fucking touch it, it’s like fucking heaven man. That’s one of the reasons why I receive.” Patrick nodded, trying to wrap his brain around the concept “It’s better than any drug, any fucking orgasm, and plus you get to whack off while you having sex which is fucking amazing.”
Pete lay back in bed, letting Patrick bask in the information.
“Are you...making this shit up?” Patrick asked, because he couldn’t believe it.
“No way, it’s like…” Pete stopped, trying to think of a comparison, then laughed because there was none “How about this, I’ll show you one day.”
Patrick nervously swallowed as he watched Pete laugh with blood red eyes.
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Patrick was in the washroom, his head leaned against the bathroom stall as his eyes closed and his hand picked up some pace around his cock. He kept thinking about what Pete had told him last night, would he take him up on the offer? Was he joking because he was high? Would he tell Joe about what sex Patrick got head from? The bathroom door swung open and Patrick quickly tucked himself in, flipping up his boner and doing up his uniformed pants.
“Innie, Minnie, miney, moe…”
Patrick peaked an eye through the gap in the stall door and saw Pete looking at his red patched hair in the mirror.
“What are you doing here?” Patrick asked, with sudden relief.
He flushed the toilet, he wasn’t sure why, he hadn’t really used it. Pete went up to the stall door and tapped on it lightly, mimicking Morris code.
“To, pick you, up.” Pete spaced out with each tap.
Patrick chuckled and opened the door, stepping past him to wash his hands. Pete followed him with his eyes, slightly scanning him because Patrick seemed to carry something new with him, Pete just wasn’t sure what. The tap turned on as Patrick scrubbed his hands in the sink, he hated the dwelling smell of semen on his hands during the day. It was like when you got bleach on your hands, a constant reminder that you were cleaning earlier. Patrick looked up at the clock hanging on the wall of the somewhat clean washroom.
“It’s early Pete,” Patrick looked back at Pete only for a second “Are we going on a field trip I wasn’t aware of?” His smile was quick and reassuring that Patrick was absolutely down for anything.
“Yeah, we are.” Pete came up from behind Patrick, leaning on a sink next to him as he finally stopped the tap “Do you remember our conversation last night?”
Patrick gulped nervously, of course he did. It had been a constant thought in his head all day.
“Uhh…yeah?”
Patrick didn’t want to admit it right away, just in case Pete was pretending like that conversation never happened.
“Well, I wanted to give you a treat today.” Pete turned towards the mirror, evening and fixing the red blotches in his hair “I recall you telling me you didn’t get a lot of action.” Pete turned towards Patrick who seemed utterly nervous “Well I’m gonna get you some today dude.”
“What kind of action…? With who I mean, like…” Patrick didn’t know how to ask what sex would he be getting, Pete knew from last night Patrick was curious but he also wasn’t ready to convert.
Pete shook his head around in a ’not to worry’ manner, with a smile that calmed Patrick down only for a second.
“Don’t worry Lunchbox, you’ll like this.”
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They were in down town Chicago, Pete was driving in a part of town Patrick hadn’t even recalled ever being in. He kept trying to keep calm and remembering that he’ll like it. He prayed he would. Pete found an alley way to park his car in, they got out and Patrick wondered if it was such a good idea to leave it there.
“Don’t worry, I got some people watching it for me while we go in there.”
In there…? Patrick wondered as Pete laughed at Patrick’s expression one more time. Pete led the way up the street, nodding to a few people on the way. Patrick started to realize how young he looked in comparison to the people on the street and when they stepped into the empty club he was completely wide eyed. It was day time so the only person working was at the bar. Pete approached the man with a smile and he greeted Pete like they were old friends.
“Pete!” His voice was horse from what anyone can only guess was cigarettes, not to mention he reeked of it. “ It’s been a long time, what brings you to my neck of the woods?”
Pete motioned to Patrick and the man looked back at him then over to Pete.
“Oh, well, you know the room’s always set up in the back. Try to keep it down will yah”
Pete nodded,
“No problem AL”
Pete pulled Patrick a little, leading him behind the bar and at the back of the club. Between narrow hallways and finally in front of a door. Pete stopped in front of Patrick, fixing his collar and pulling off his tie.
“You’ll have fun” Pete nodded “I’ll be right outside this door when you need me okay?”
Patrick was scared by now, shaking even.
“Can’t you come in with me?” Patrick whispered
Pete laughed, then shook his head.
“You’re to young” Pete smiled.
Patrick’s face was confused as Pete pulled open the door and pushed him in.
Author - Me...duh
Pairing- Patrick/Joe .. Pete sometimes jumps in (not a lot)
Rating - NC 17
Summary - Virgin Patrick stumbles upon an underground secret that will change his FN life! he has to choose between money, his best friend, his dreams, love, and most of all, his own life.
Disclaimer - blah blah blah, it's not real.
Author notes - I'm going to be posting parts faster on my blog just becuz I want to, so if we're friends you'll get to read them faster, Yeah.
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Patrick was waiting for Pete to come upstairs, he heard him greeting his parents, his mom’s obvious delight and his dad’s simple phrases and grunts for Pete to just go upstairs and to try not to steal anything. Pete finally came through Patrick’s bedroom door.
“Took long enough” Patrick complained, watching Pete close the bedroom door behind him.
“Sorry dude, I had to drop by Joe’s to get some grass.” Pete sat down on Patrick’s bed in front of him, pulling out the joint and presenting it to him. “Apparently, this is the fucking shit!” Pete whispered excitedly.
Patrick got up and pushed his towel under the room door, and crossed over his room to open the window.
“You wanna get on the roof?” Patrick suggested, motioning towards it.
“Nah” Pete was flicking his lighter against the blunt. “It’s fucking cold out.”
Pete finally lit up, taking a long drag and exhaling slowly, blowing up into Patrick’s face then presenting it to him with a smile. Patrick's face sqousied together in disgust and made his way over to the open window for some fresh, this is what he had to put up with so his parents would lay off.
Pete snickered, Patrick huffing as Pete took another draw from it. Pete stopping for a second to take in the washing feeling coming over him in levels, as he slowly looked around his room. Everything seemed to slow down in this spectacular way, and that was some super fucking amazing shit he was smoking.
“Holy fuck, this is some good bud” Pete’s voice was minimized from holding in his smoke he finally released it, chuckling.
Patrick was picking at the window frame, looking down at it with something uneasy. He was letting his thoughts get the best of him, thinking about his lack of social life his parents swore up and down he didn't have. Patrick sighed, catching Pete's attention.
"What?" Pete questioned, he looked down at the joint in his hand "I can stop if you like...?"
"No, don't let me-" Patrick stopped, moving over to Pete on the bed "It's fine, you know I don't care"
Pete watched Patrick take a seat next to him and sighed, pulling himself up to walk over to the window and snuff out the joint he was holding against the ledge. Pete dropped the joint in his chest pocket, saving it for later.
"You didn't have to-"
“Not so fucking loud!” Pete snapped, snorting with a smile. “or they’ll come up here!”
Pete pushed Patrick a little as he took a seat next to him on the bed, he fell back holding his stomach. His laugh a cackle in the air. Patrick looked down at him as if he were crazy.
“No more for you…” he smiled, knowing his friend was off in another world by now. "You okay?"
“Yeah…fucking” Pete stopped, picking at his belt buckle with his fingers “Fucking stoned”
Patrick nodded, looking forward to his computer desk and his guitar case leaning against it. He thought for a second that maybe Pete could be his outlet, Pete wasn't nessarily in his right mind. He was pretty sure he could get away with clearing some mental space with him. Patrick looked back at Pete for a second, his pupils dialted and stuck on the cieling. Patrick fell back on the bed next to Pete, sighing again.
"What the fuck?" Pete asked, turning to Patrick was upset eyes "How many times are you going to do that tonight? Just say what's the matter, jeez."
"Sorry, I'm just annoyed with my parents on my back." Patrick stopped, his hands resting on his stomach. "I didn't even get a chance to eat tonight." Patrick complained.
“Dude, I’m so fucking horney” Pete admitted, shaking his head and mentally swearing up and down that the ceiling lamp resembles a vagina “I haven’t gotten laid in six months.”
“I haven’t gotten laid period.”
Pete turned towards Patrick on the bed, suddenly interested as he lay his head to rest against his hand.
“But you’ve gotten action before right?” Pete asked, his eyes blood red and Patrick a bit startled at first, but finally answers.
“Well yeah, I’ve gotten head before, and a couple hand jobs…which were pretty amazing.” Patrick chuckled, remembering “But I jerk off every chance I get... I’m like a priest or something.”
Pete’s smile crept up on his face as Patrick laughed at his own joke. Pete studied Patrick for a second.
“You’re a lot more calmer tonight, you’re Zen, you’re like fucking Andy.” Pete smiled.
Patrick’s laugh was an out burst, and sudden. Pete was a bit startled, Pete started nudging Patrick with his shoulder. Asking Patrick if he understood the joke.
“Yeah dude,” Patrick laughed “ I get it”
Patrick’s laughter died down as Pete lay back in the bed, looking at the ceiling lamp and licking his lips with greed. A beat of silence passing by before...
“You wanna know something?” Patrick whispered, drawing back in Pete’s attention “Like about me?” Patrick added
“Yeah, sure man.” Pete agreed while looking over at him with half lidded eyes.
“You know how I said I’d gotten head?” Patrick spoke nervously.
“Yeah?”
“Well…it was from a guy”
Pete sprung up instantly, shock an overdose on his face.
“No fucking way dude!”
“Don’t tell Joe!” Patrick barked while sitting up in front of Pete “ Just, don't tell anybody! I just needed to tell someone...”
Patrick was looking down with a regretting look on his face as Pete’s mouth hung open, his eyes searched Patrick like he had switched outfits on him all of a sudden.
“So you’re bi?” Pete asked finally
“Well, I’m not sure” Patrick stumbled “It’s like, I know it felt good right, but I just can’t see myself taking it up the ass. It’s like fuck no, dude.”
Pete’s eye lids finally dropped and suddenly he was cool, laying back with his arms behind his head.
“That’s cool man, cause um, I’m sort of bi too” Pete snorted like it was no big deal.
“What?!” Patrick was stunned “No you’re not! You’re just mocking me, you prick!”
“I’m fucking serious ‘trick” Pete’s face was still. “I like dick and pussy, there I said it.”
Patrick was still in shock, I mean, I guess he should of known, Pete is older and “wiser” and more experienced. Not to mention the tight jeans…Suddenly Patrick was interested, he didn’t want to seem gay or anything because Pete was one of the straightest guys he’s known but he had questions he wanted answered.
“So…like, you take it up the ass? Or do you give it?” Patrick was trying to be careful with his words he didn’t want to offend Pete in anyway and send him running.
“Both” Pete shrugged, still looking up at the ceiling lamp.
“Holy shit…” Patrick was amazed. “So, how does it feel…Like, is it like a girl or better…like, okay,” Patrick was trying to get his words right. “What’s the Pro’s and Con’s?”
Pete chuckled while sitting up, leaning back on his elbows.
“First off, the ass is tighter than a pussy, sure it may not be as wet but that’s what lube is for.” Patrick mouthed the word lube, as if he were trying to remember. “There’s a spot, I call it the P spot. Once you hit that, once you fucking touch it, it’s like fucking heaven man. That’s one of the reasons why I receive.” Patrick nodded, trying to wrap his brain around the concept “It’s better than any drug, any fucking orgasm, and plus you get to whack off while you having sex which is fucking amazing.”
Pete lay back in bed, letting Patrick bask in the information.
“Are you...making this shit up?” Patrick asked, because he couldn’t believe it.
“No way, it’s like…” Pete stopped, trying to think of a comparison, then laughed because there was none “How about this, I’ll show you one day.”
Patrick nervously swallowed as he watched Pete laugh with blood red eyes.
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Patrick was in the washroom, his head leaned against the bathroom stall as his eyes closed and his hand picked up some pace around his cock. He kept thinking about what Pete had told him last night, would he take him up on the offer? Was he joking because he was high? Would he tell Joe about what sex Patrick got head from? The bathroom door swung open and Patrick quickly tucked himself in, flipping up his boner and doing up his uniformed pants.
“Innie, Minnie, miney, moe…”
Patrick peaked an eye through the gap in the stall door and saw Pete looking at his red patched hair in the mirror.
“What are you doing here?” Patrick asked, with sudden relief.
He flushed the toilet, he wasn’t sure why, he hadn’t really used it. Pete went up to the stall door and tapped on it lightly, mimicking Morris code.
“To, pick you, up.” Pete spaced out with each tap.
Patrick chuckled and opened the door, stepping past him to wash his hands. Pete followed him with his eyes, slightly scanning him because Patrick seemed to carry something new with him, Pete just wasn’t sure what. The tap turned on as Patrick scrubbed his hands in the sink, he hated the dwelling smell of semen on his hands during the day. It was like when you got bleach on your hands, a constant reminder that you were cleaning earlier. Patrick looked up at the clock hanging on the wall of the somewhat clean washroom.
“It’s early Pete,” Patrick looked back at Pete only for a second “Are we going on a field trip I wasn’t aware of?” His smile was quick and reassuring that Patrick was absolutely down for anything.
“Yeah, we are.” Pete came up from behind Patrick, leaning on a sink next to him as he finally stopped the tap “Do you remember our conversation last night?”
Patrick gulped nervously, of course he did. It had been a constant thought in his head all day.
“Uhh…yeah?”
Patrick didn’t want to admit it right away, just in case Pete was pretending like that conversation never happened.
“Well, I wanted to give you a treat today.” Pete turned towards the mirror, evening and fixing the red blotches in his hair “I recall you telling me you didn’t get a lot of action.” Pete turned towards Patrick who seemed utterly nervous “Well I’m gonna get you some today dude.”
“What kind of action…? With who I mean, like…” Patrick didn’t know how to ask what sex would he be getting, Pete knew from last night Patrick was curious but he also wasn’t ready to convert.
Pete shook his head around in a ’not to worry’ manner, with a smile that calmed Patrick down only for a second.
“Don’t worry Lunchbox, you’ll like this.”
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They were in down town Chicago, Pete was driving in a part of town Patrick hadn’t even recalled ever being in. He kept trying to keep calm and remembering that he’ll like it. He prayed he would. Pete found an alley way to park his car in, they got out and Patrick wondered if it was such a good idea to leave it there.
“Don’t worry, I got some people watching it for me while we go in there.”
In there…? Patrick wondered as Pete laughed at Patrick’s expression one more time. Pete led the way up the street, nodding to a few people on the way. Patrick started to realize how young he looked in comparison to the people on the street and when they stepped into the empty club he was completely wide eyed. It was day time so the only person working was at the bar. Pete approached the man with a smile and he greeted Pete like they were old friends.
“Pete!” His voice was horse from what anyone can only guess was cigarettes, not to mention he reeked of it. “ It’s been a long time, what brings you to my neck of the woods?”
Pete motioned to Patrick and the man looked back at him then over to Pete.
“Oh, well, you know the room’s always set up in the back. Try to keep it down will yah”
Pete nodded,
“No problem AL”
Pete pulled Patrick a little, leading him behind the bar and at the back of the club. Between narrow hallways and finally in front of a door. Pete stopped in front of Patrick, fixing his collar and pulling off his tie.
“You’ll have fun” Pete nodded “I’ll be right outside this door when you need me okay?”
Patrick was scared by now, shaking even.
“Can’t you come in with me?” Patrick whispered
Pete laughed, then shook his head.
“You’re to young” Pete smiled.
Patrick’s face was confused as Pete pulled open the door and pushed him in.