Twenty-Five and Pregnant (Or, The One Where Patrick Hates His Life...Seriously!), 9
Title:Twenty-Five and Pregnant (Or, The One Where Patrick Hates His Life...Seriously!), 1
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
Pairing:Patrick/SURPRISE... except for the fact that i've advertised it already, lol
POV:3rd
Summary:MPREG!!!Patrick wasn’t born completely normal. He was a man. He had been born with full male parts on the outside… however, he also had an ovary and uterus. Patrick had always known that some day the ovary and uterus would cause problems, because they were organs that had no use in his body other than influencing his hormones to act up. He knew that he should have them removed, but he figured he could file ‘sexual reassignment surgery’ under his mid-life crisis… not his quarter-life speed bump... if only he knew what was waiting for him ahead of time
Disclaimer:Obviously, Patrick is a man and men cant get pregnant... if that ever changes, then someone tell me and i'll update this disclaimer, but until then...
Author Notes:So... this chapter is probably unexpected and will make you angry.... COMMENT!!! *hopefull grin*
Travis helped Patrick pack, face tense the whole time. Patrick zipped up the last bag and let Travis carry it to it to sit beside the door. He walked to the kitchen and started fixing himself a drink, only to feel a presence behind him. He turned and saw Travis just leaned against the door, looking worried. “You okay?” Patrick asked.
Travis bit his lip. “Please be careful, okay?” he asked, voice soft and full of worry.
Patrick just smiled. The Baby will be fine, don’t worry.” he said.
Travis just shook his head and walked in. He walked over and hugged Patrick, who frowned, but hugged him back. “Please, please be careful. I don’t want my son to get hurt.” he said, then swallowed audibly. “And I don’t want you to get hurt.” he said.
Patrick pulled back and smiled. “Travis, I’m gonna do everything the doctor says, I’m gonna sleep enough, I’m gonna keep myself in check, and if I start slipping, Andy is there to kick my see into doing whats right.” he said. “You’ve got recording soon.” he added.
Travis groaned. “It’ll be weird to not have you bitching at me and forcing me to record.” he said, and Patrick smiled and shoved him, rolling his eyes.
“You’re lucky my hormones aren’t making me touchy right now, or I’d totally have punched you in the stomach just then.” he said, walking out. He sat down on the couch, propping up his feet as he whimpered.
Travis sat on the floor beside him in concern. “You okay?” he asked.
Patrick nodded. “Just… my back and legs are sore.” he said. “I’m gonna have to remember to go buy a heating pad as soon as we get on the road.” he said, cringing. “I’m gonna hurt so bad after we get off stage every night.” he said, sighing. “Man, I’m glad we’re backing it down to five weeks only.” he said softly, eyes closing.
Travis smiled. “Aww, I’m sorry.” he said, then crawled down some and grabbed Patrick’s leg. He started rubbing his tiny, tired feet and ankles, which made Patrick sigh and relax, stretching his arms over his head in relaxation.
Travis smiled, watching as Patrick’s belly peeked from under his shirt. When he was standing, it wasn’t REALLY noticeable that he was pregnant, just looked like he’d gained a little weight. However, laying on his back, stretched out to the furthers extent his tiny body could stretch, it was obvious his belly was rounder and not nearly as squishy as it looked. Travis smiled as he kneeled and stopped rubbing Patrick’s feet. He leaned down and kissed Patrick’s belly, then slid his shirt up higher, exposing Patrick’s stomach. “What are you doing, Travis?” Patrick asked, looking down at him.
Travis bit his lip, but pressed a kiss to Patrick’s curved baby bump. “Just chillin’ with my son.” he said, and Patrick smiled a wide, beautiful smile. “God, he’s gonna be so tiny when he’s born.” he said, biting his lip as he rubbed his hand over Patrick’s belly. The firm baby roundness was pretty much the perfect size for Travis’s hand to cup as he held his hand over Patrick’s belly.
Patrick nodded. Probably. I’m a small person so he can’t get very big.” he said. “He’s gonna get too big and my poor little body wont be able to handle him well.” he said, pouting. “Look at him? He’s barely even taking up any room in the world, but he’s already destroying my back.” he said, whimpering.
Travis kissed his belly again. “Sit up, I’ll rub your back.” he said.
Patrick groaned as he sat up. “Unlike last time, I don’t think I can lay on my belly anymore.” he said, frowning. “I might squish him.” he added.
Travis shrugged. “Just lean over and I’ve got it.” he said, settling down behind Patrick. He pushed Patrick’s shirt up until Patrick pulled it over his head and held it over his body for warmth. Travis pressed his fingers into Patrick’s tense knots from his shoulders down to his lower back.
Patrick sucked in a breath, and whined. “Okay, bad idea.” he said, and Travis frowned.
“What, did I hurt you?” he asked in concern.
Patrick blushed and ducked his head into his hands. “It’s my hormones, man… this shit is turning me on.” he said, shaking his head.
Travis just snickered. “Patrick don’t think about it.” he said, then went back to it kneading his muscles. “You’re muscles are tight and tense and you NEED to have it worked out, okay? Just… I don’t know… think unsexy thoughts.” he said, then chuckled, rubbing his shoulders. “Think about the fact that you’re pregnant! That has to make sex seem less desirable.” he said.
Patrick moaned softly. “Dude, nothing’s enough to make this unsexy. I mean… its YOU and it feels GOOD.” he moaned. “My hormones picked a weird act to make me horny.” he chuckled.
Travis laughed softly, rubbing his hands down his back in smooth, long motions. “What have I got to do with anything?” he asked. “It would seem that after trying to kill me for getting you pregnant, your hormones might not like me.” he said.
Patrick whimpered. “Because you’re hot and you’re making me feel good right now.” he said, voice hoarse. “God, Travis, don’t stop.” he whispered, dropping his head forward.
Travis blinked, biting his lip. He knew he should stop but he loved hearing Patrick making those pleased noises. “Patrick… are you sure, I-”
Patrick moaned and arched his back. “Please, don’t stop touching me. It- your hands- they’re so warm and feel so good.” he moaned, head dropping with a groan of satisfaction.
Travis had no idea why he did it, but he couldn’t stop from leaning in and kissing Patrick’s shoulder. He hovered above his skin, feeling Patrick breath shakily before rubbing his lower back and kissing his neck. “God, Patrick.” he whispered, feeling the lust in his veins with every sound Patrick made. He dug his thumbs into either side of Patrick’s lower spine, massaging out a knot, only to have Patrick let out a soft sound that made him want nothing more than to take Patrick right there.
“Travis- God- Travis maybe- maybe we should-”
Travis kissed his shoulder, cutting him off. “Bedroom?” he asked breathlessly.
Patrick moaned. “Yes.” he said, then turned his head and kissed Travis, who moaned, devouring his mouth.
Travis stood up, breaking the kiss, only to pull Patrick to his feet. He had to lean down and bed his knees slightly to kiss Patrick, who slid his arms around Travis’s neck, pulling himself up on his toes to kiss him deeply. Travis started Patrick by pulling out of the kiss and pulling his hand. Patrick grinned, then passed him, rushing to the bedroom. Travis shut the door behind them and then pulled off his shirt before crowding on Patrick. Patrick started undoing Travis’s pants, kissing his jaw as he did.
Travis groaned, but then shoved his pants down, moving to manhandle Patrick up onto the bed. He undid his pants, tugging them down, only to have Patrick practically push him over and attack his mouth. Travis pulled him down on top of him, hands on his hips. “God, Patrick.” he panted, and Patrick moaned
Patrick whined. “Travis, I need you.” he said breathlessly, and Travis kissed him, pushing him over on his back. “God, I need you.” he whined.
Travis bit his as he kissed him. “Is… is it save?” he asked, knowing it was very unsexy to think about their kid when they were trying to get it on. “I mean, I wont hurt-”
Patrick shook his head. “No, God, you wont. Please!” he whined, palming himself as he lay on his back, looking up at Travis. “Please?” he whispered, taking Travis’s face in his hands. “Travis, I-”
Travis kissed him, hands sliding over his body. He pulled back from the kiss. “You got-”
Patrick cut him off with a kiss. “Yeah, table.” he said, and Travis nodded. He got up and grabbed lube and a condom, but Patrick snorted. “Dude, I’m PREGNANT with your kid… I kinda doubt a condom is any help NOW!” he said.
Travis chuckled, but kissed him, opening the lube to prepare him quickly. “Come here. He pulled Patrick up and sat him on his lap. “Nice.” he said, leaning against the headboard as he slicked up his length. Patrick kissed him, then lifted, settling slowly. He was careful as he slid down onto Travis’s cock. Travis kissed him, holding his hips as he settled, kissing him more as he waited to get used to the stretch. He stroked a hand down Patrick’s back, earning a shudder. “You okay?” he asked.
Patrick whimpered. “Fuck, it- Jesus you feel good.” he mumbled, kissing Travis’s cheek and jaw as he slowly started rolling his hips. Travis caught his face and kissed him as he rolled his hips up into Patrick, earning a moan which he promptly swallowed. He held Patrick on his knees above him, thrusting up into him slowly and smoothly.
Patrick looked into his eyes, and Travis moaned, moving his hand up to cup Patrick’s face. “You’re so beautiful.” Travis moaned, looking from blue eye to blue eye, holding his face, then smoothing his hand down his neck to his chest where he played with his nipple, earning a moan. He kissed Patrick, who had one hand around Travis’s neck and the other around his own erection. Travis thrust into him smoothly as he stroked his own length, whimpering and moaning into Travis’s mouth.
“Travis, oh God.” he moaned, and Travis kissed his cheek, this his eyes, then his lips again holding him close. “Fuck!” he gasped, then came, ribbons of cum decorating Travis’s stomach.
Travis moaned, kissing him as he thrust faster, close to orgasm himself. “Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, oh God!” he moaned, arching his back.
Patrick bit his neck, moaning as Travis hit his oversensitive prostate. “Come on, Travie. God, you’re so sexy.” he moaned, and Travis came, hard and long, thrusting a last time or two as he finished, collapsing against the headboard when his body relaxed.
Patrick curled into his chest, moaning contentedly as he lifted up and let Travis slide from him. “God, that was good.” he moaned, tucking his head under Travis’s chin.
Travis just held him, catching his breath. “Hey, shower?” he asked, and Patrick hummed, curled into him. Travis smiled, feeling Patrick’s heart beating through his back, where his had was splayed. “Cuddles first?” he asked, and Patrick blushed, chuckling as he burrowed closer.
“God, I needed that.” Patrick sighed, humming contentedly.
Travis just held him, smiling into his hair as he tried not to make it obvious that he was ecstatic.
After taking the first shower, he came out to find Patrick already asleep. He chuckled and figured it would be best to let him just sleep. He could shower in the morning before the guys all met up at Pete’s house to go out on tour. Travis slid into his boxers, then crawled into the bed. He hit the lamp, then curled up around Patrick’s back, hand on his belly. He could barely hold in a beam as he kissed his head, curling around his smaller body. Travis had Patrick in his arms. After a year of being in love with him, Patrick had been completely sober and this time it had meant something.
He was holding his son and the man he loved all at once, and Travis couldn’t imagine a happier place in the world.
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Travis woke up and yawned, smiling as he rolled over to hug Patrick, only to feel the bed empty. He blinked sleepily, rubbing his eyes and pushing his hair from his face as he looked around. The light in the bathroom was on, but the door hung open revealing an empty bathroom. Travis heard a thud and got up, heading to the door. He walked down the hall to the kitchen, and found Patrick clearing all the perishable foods from the refrigerator. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I’d have helped you.” Travis grumbled, heading over to steal the last of the coffee, despite it being lukewarm already.
Patrick flushed as he straightened up. “Well, I figured I’d let you sleep. I don’t have to kick you out until I leave. You had like… fifteen more minutes.” he said, holding up the orange juice carton. “Last thing, you want it?” he asked.
Travis nodded and took it, drinking it straight from the carton. “It would have been nice to see you off. I’m not gonna see you for five weeks.” he said.
Patrick rolled his eyes. “If that’s your way of asking to molest baby belly, I’ll give you ten minutes.” he said, then sighed. “Okay, no more dancing around it. About last night…”
Travis felt his heart drop into his stomach. “Yeah?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
Patrick shrugged. “Dude, I don’t know… I just… my hormones, man-” Travis saw him blush. “I’m sorry and stuff. I mean, not sorry, cause the sex was good, I’m thinking you liked getting laid, but just… sorry I keep doing that. I must really have a ‘type’ and just don’t know it.” he said, shrugging.
Travis just bit his lip behind the carton. “Nah, um- well, yeah, sex is nice.” he said trying to look like it wasn’t a big deal.
Patrick smiled. “I promise, I wont let it ruin our friendship that my hormones want you, dude.” he joked. “I mean, it could have to do with you being the father of the child I’m pregnant with. My hormones want more or something.” he said, and Travis managed a chuckle. “So we’re good? No weirdness or anything?” he asked.
Travis shook his head, swallowing. “No, we’re fine.” he said, then turned away to let out the sigh he wanted to hide. “Um, I’m gonna get dressed and stuff, but can I have some kid them after that?” he asked, clearing his throat as unobtrusively as he could.
Patrick agreed and said he’d go wait. Travis got dressed and got his stuff together, ready to leave, then went back out. He sat down on the couch with Patrick and rubbed his stomach, talking to it and kissing it until Patrick reminded him that he really had to go.
Travis nodded and carried Patrick’s bag to the car for him, then managed to make it all the way through the band meeting up at Pete’s place then leaving before he went to the guest room and locked the door, ignoring Ashlee’s concerned calls of his name. He sat down on the bed heavily and closed his eyes. He thought about how he’d fallen asleep so sure it was finally everything he wanted. When he opened his eyes he tasted where his tears and ran onto his lips and he just sniffled and curled up, wondering what more he could handle regarding a certain short, beautiful redhead that owned his heart and ripped it to shreds all at once.
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
Pairing:Patrick/SURPRISE... except for the fact that i've advertised it already, lol
POV:3rd
Summary:MPREG!!!Patrick wasn’t born completely normal. He was a man. He had been born with full male parts on the outside… however, he also had an ovary and uterus. Patrick had always known that some day the ovary and uterus would cause problems, because they were organs that had no use in his body other than influencing his hormones to act up. He knew that he should have them removed, but he figured he could file ‘sexual reassignment surgery’ under his mid-life crisis… not his quarter-life speed bump... if only he knew what was waiting for him ahead of time
Disclaimer:Obviously, Patrick is a man and men cant get pregnant... if that ever changes, then someone tell me and i'll update this disclaimer, but until then...
Author Notes:So... this chapter is probably unexpected and will make you angry.... COMMENT!!! *hopefull grin*
Travis helped Patrick pack, face tense the whole time. Patrick zipped up the last bag and let Travis carry it to it to sit beside the door. He walked to the kitchen and started fixing himself a drink, only to feel a presence behind him. He turned and saw Travis just leaned against the door, looking worried. “You okay?” Patrick asked.
Travis bit his lip. “Please be careful, okay?” he asked, voice soft and full of worry.
Patrick just smiled. The Baby will be fine, don’t worry.” he said.
Travis just shook his head and walked in. He walked over and hugged Patrick, who frowned, but hugged him back. “Please, please be careful. I don’t want my son to get hurt.” he said, then swallowed audibly. “And I don’t want you to get hurt.” he said.
Patrick pulled back and smiled. “Travis, I’m gonna do everything the doctor says, I’m gonna sleep enough, I’m gonna keep myself in check, and if I start slipping, Andy is there to kick my see into doing whats right.” he said. “You’ve got recording soon.” he added.
Travis groaned. “It’ll be weird to not have you bitching at me and forcing me to record.” he said, and Patrick smiled and shoved him, rolling his eyes.
“You’re lucky my hormones aren’t making me touchy right now, or I’d totally have punched you in the stomach just then.” he said, walking out. He sat down on the couch, propping up his feet as he whimpered.
Travis sat on the floor beside him in concern. “You okay?” he asked.
Patrick nodded. “Just… my back and legs are sore.” he said. “I’m gonna have to remember to go buy a heating pad as soon as we get on the road.” he said, cringing. “I’m gonna hurt so bad after we get off stage every night.” he said, sighing. “Man, I’m glad we’re backing it down to five weeks only.” he said softly, eyes closing.
Travis smiled. “Aww, I’m sorry.” he said, then crawled down some and grabbed Patrick’s leg. He started rubbing his tiny, tired feet and ankles, which made Patrick sigh and relax, stretching his arms over his head in relaxation.
Travis smiled, watching as Patrick’s belly peeked from under his shirt. When he was standing, it wasn’t REALLY noticeable that he was pregnant, just looked like he’d gained a little weight. However, laying on his back, stretched out to the furthers extent his tiny body could stretch, it was obvious his belly was rounder and not nearly as squishy as it looked. Travis smiled as he kneeled and stopped rubbing Patrick’s feet. He leaned down and kissed Patrick’s belly, then slid his shirt up higher, exposing Patrick’s stomach. “What are you doing, Travis?” Patrick asked, looking down at him.
Travis bit his lip, but pressed a kiss to Patrick’s curved baby bump. “Just chillin’ with my son.” he said, and Patrick smiled a wide, beautiful smile. “God, he’s gonna be so tiny when he’s born.” he said, biting his lip as he rubbed his hand over Patrick’s belly. The firm baby roundness was pretty much the perfect size for Travis’s hand to cup as he held his hand over Patrick’s belly.
Patrick nodded. Probably. I’m a small person so he can’t get very big.” he said. “He’s gonna get too big and my poor little body wont be able to handle him well.” he said, pouting. “Look at him? He’s barely even taking up any room in the world, but he’s already destroying my back.” he said, whimpering.
Travis kissed his belly again. “Sit up, I’ll rub your back.” he said.
Patrick groaned as he sat up. “Unlike last time, I don’t think I can lay on my belly anymore.” he said, frowning. “I might squish him.” he added.
Travis shrugged. “Just lean over and I’ve got it.” he said, settling down behind Patrick. He pushed Patrick’s shirt up until Patrick pulled it over his head and held it over his body for warmth. Travis pressed his fingers into Patrick’s tense knots from his shoulders down to his lower back.
Patrick sucked in a breath, and whined. “Okay, bad idea.” he said, and Travis frowned.
“What, did I hurt you?” he asked in concern.
Patrick blushed and ducked his head into his hands. “It’s my hormones, man… this shit is turning me on.” he said, shaking his head.
Travis just snickered. “Patrick don’t think about it.” he said, then went back to it kneading his muscles. “You’re muscles are tight and tense and you NEED to have it worked out, okay? Just… I don’t know… think unsexy thoughts.” he said, then chuckled, rubbing his shoulders. “Think about the fact that you’re pregnant! That has to make sex seem less desirable.” he said.
Patrick moaned softly. “Dude, nothing’s enough to make this unsexy. I mean… its YOU and it feels GOOD.” he moaned. “My hormones picked a weird act to make me horny.” he chuckled.
Travis laughed softly, rubbing his hands down his back in smooth, long motions. “What have I got to do with anything?” he asked. “It would seem that after trying to kill me for getting you pregnant, your hormones might not like me.” he said.
Patrick whimpered. “Because you’re hot and you’re making me feel good right now.” he said, voice hoarse. “God, Travis, don’t stop.” he whispered, dropping his head forward.
Travis blinked, biting his lip. He knew he should stop but he loved hearing Patrick making those pleased noises. “Patrick… are you sure, I-”
Patrick moaned and arched his back. “Please, don’t stop touching me. It- your hands- they’re so warm and feel so good.” he moaned, head dropping with a groan of satisfaction.
Travis had no idea why he did it, but he couldn’t stop from leaning in and kissing Patrick’s shoulder. He hovered above his skin, feeling Patrick breath shakily before rubbing his lower back and kissing his neck. “God, Patrick.” he whispered, feeling the lust in his veins with every sound Patrick made. He dug his thumbs into either side of Patrick’s lower spine, massaging out a knot, only to have Patrick let out a soft sound that made him want nothing more than to take Patrick right there.
“Travis- God- Travis maybe- maybe we should-”
Travis kissed his shoulder, cutting him off. “Bedroom?” he asked breathlessly.
Patrick moaned. “Yes.” he said, then turned his head and kissed Travis, who moaned, devouring his mouth.
Travis stood up, breaking the kiss, only to pull Patrick to his feet. He had to lean down and bed his knees slightly to kiss Patrick, who slid his arms around Travis’s neck, pulling himself up on his toes to kiss him deeply. Travis started Patrick by pulling out of the kiss and pulling his hand. Patrick grinned, then passed him, rushing to the bedroom. Travis shut the door behind them and then pulled off his shirt before crowding on Patrick. Patrick started undoing Travis’s pants, kissing his jaw as he did.
Travis groaned, but then shoved his pants down, moving to manhandle Patrick up onto the bed. He undid his pants, tugging them down, only to have Patrick practically push him over and attack his mouth. Travis pulled him down on top of him, hands on his hips. “God, Patrick.” he panted, and Patrick moaned
Patrick whined. “Travis, I need you.” he said breathlessly, and Travis kissed him, pushing him over on his back. “God, I need you.” he whined.
Travis bit his as he kissed him. “Is… is it save?” he asked, knowing it was very unsexy to think about their kid when they were trying to get it on. “I mean, I wont hurt-”
Patrick shook his head. “No, God, you wont. Please!” he whined, palming himself as he lay on his back, looking up at Travis. “Please?” he whispered, taking Travis’s face in his hands. “Travis, I-”
Travis kissed him, hands sliding over his body. He pulled back from the kiss. “You got-”
Patrick cut him off with a kiss. “Yeah, table.” he said, and Travis nodded. He got up and grabbed lube and a condom, but Patrick snorted. “Dude, I’m PREGNANT with your kid… I kinda doubt a condom is any help NOW!” he said.
Travis chuckled, but kissed him, opening the lube to prepare him quickly. “Come here. He pulled Patrick up and sat him on his lap. “Nice.” he said, leaning against the headboard as he slicked up his length. Patrick kissed him, then lifted, settling slowly. He was careful as he slid down onto Travis’s cock. Travis kissed him, holding his hips as he settled, kissing him more as he waited to get used to the stretch. He stroked a hand down Patrick’s back, earning a shudder. “You okay?” he asked.
Patrick whimpered. “Fuck, it- Jesus you feel good.” he mumbled, kissing Travis’s cheek and jaw as he slowly started rolling his hips. Travis caught his face and kissed him as he rolled his hips up into Patrick, earning a moan which he promptly swallowed. He held Patrick on his knees above him, thrusting up into him slowly and smoothly.
Patrick looked into his eyes, and Travis moaned, moving his hand up to cup Patrick’s face. “You’re so beautiful.” Travis moaned, looking from blue eye to blue eye, holding his face, then smoothing his hand down his neck to his chest where he played with his nipple, earning a moan. He kissed Patrick, who had one hand around Travis’s neck and the other around his own erection. Travis thrust into him smoothly as he stroked his own length, whimpering and moaning into Travis’s mouth.
“Travis, oh God.” he moaned, and Travis kissed his cheek, this his eyes, then his lips again holding him close. “Fuck!” he gasped, then came, ribbons of cum decorating Travis’s stomach.
Travis moaned, kissing him as he thrust faster, close to orgasm himself. “Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, oh God!” he moaned, arching his back.
Patrick bit his neck, moaning as Travis hit his oversensitive prostate. “Come on, Travie. God, you’re so sexy.” he moaned, and Travis came, hard and long, thrusting a last time or two as he finished, collapsing against the headboard when his body relaxed.
Patrick curled into his chest, moaning contentedly as he lifted up and let Travis slide from him. “God, that was good.” he moaned, tucking his head under Travis’s chin.
Travis just held him, catching his breath. “Hey, shower?” he asked, and Patrick hummed, curled into him. Travis smiled, feeling Patrick’s heart beating through his back, where his had was splayed. “Cuddles first?” he asked, and Patrick blushed, chuckling as he burrowed closer.
“God, I needed that.” Patrick sighed, humming contentedly.
Travis just held him, smiling into his hair as he tried not to make it obvious that he was ecstatic.
After taking the first shower, he came out to find Patrick already asleep. He chuckled and figured it would be best to let him just sleep. He could shower in the morning before the guys all met up at Pete’s house to go out on tour. Travis slid into his boxers, then crawled into the bed. He hit the lamp, then curled up around Patrick’s back, hand on his belly. He could barely hold in a beam as he kissed his head, curling around his smaller body. Travis had Patrick in his arms. After a year of being in love with him, Patrick had been completely sober and this time it had meant something.
He was holding his son and the man he loved all at once, and Travis couldn’t imagine a happier place in the world.
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Travis woke up and yawned, smiling as he rolled over to hug Patrick, only to feel the bed empty. He blinked sleepily, rubbing his eyes and pushing his hair from his face as he looked around. The light in the bathroom was on, but the door hung open revealing an empty bathroom. Travis heard a thud and got up, heading to the door. He walked down the hall to the kitchen, and found Patrick clearing all the perishable foods from the refrigerator. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I’d have helped you.” Travis grumbled, heading over to steal the last of the coffee, despite it being lukewarm already.
Patrick flushed as he straightened up. “Well, I figured I’d let you sleep. I don’t have to kick you out until I leave. You had like… fifteen more minutes.” he said, holding up the orange juice carton. “Last thing, you want it?” he asked.
Travis nodded and took it, drinking it straight from the carton. “It would have been nice to see you off. I’m not gonna see you for five weeks.” he said.
Patrick rolled his eyes. “If that’s your way of asking to molest baby belly, I’ll give you ten minutes.” he said, then sighed. “Okay, no more dancing around it. About last night…”
Travis felt his heart drop into his stomach. “Yeah?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
Patrick shrugged. “Dude, I don’t know… I just… my hormones, man-” Travis saw him blush. “I’m sorry and stuff. I mean, not sorry, cause the sex was good, I’m thinking you liked getting laid, but just… sorry I keep doing that. I must really have a ‘type’ and just don’t know it.” he said, shrugging.
Travis just bit his lip behind the carton. “Nah, um- well, yeah, sex is nice.” he said trying to look like it wasn’t a big deal.
Patrick smiled. “I promise, I wont let it ruin our friendship that my hormones want you, dude.” he joked. “I mean, it could have to do with you being the father of the child I’m pregnant with. My hormones want more or something.” he said, and Travis managed a chuckle. “So we’re good? No weirdness or anything?” he asked.
Travis shook his head, swallowing. “No, we’re fine.” he said, then turned away to let out the sigh he wanted to hide. “Um, I’m gonna get dressed and stuff, but can I have some kid them after that?” he asked, clearing his throat as unobtrusively as he could.
Patrick agreed and said he’d go wait. Travis got dressed and got his stuff together, ready to leave, then went back out. He sat down on the couch with Patrick and rubbed his stomach, talking to it and kissing it until Patrick reminded him that he really had to go.
Travis nodded and carried Patrick’s bag to the car for him, then managed to make it all the way through the band meeting up at Pete’s place then leaving before he went to the guest room and locked the door, ignoring Ashlee’s concerned calls of his name. He sat down on the bed heavily and closed his eyes. He thought about how he’d fallen asleep so sure it was finally everything he wanted. When he opened his eyes he tasted where his tears and ran onto his lips and he just sniffled and curled up, wondering what more he could handle regarding a certain short, beautiful redhead that owned his heart and ripped it to shreds all at once.