Logos Naki World Part Four B
Title: Logos Naki World - Um Part Four B
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: VERY NC17/R
Summary: Sometimes all it takes
is the worst moments in life to make you realize just exactly what you
would do for something that means the world to you.
Disclaimer: the same as the rest of the chapters...
Notes: Patrick in fact gets to
meet the man with no name. We'll just call him Bob for now. LOL. More
Joe and Andy. Give them love. Also this chapter seems to never want to
end, so here's the second half. Enjoy!
“Don’t be presumptuous, even if I like it.”
You know all those damn TAG commercials you just can’t escape when you
and someone else are watching TV? No matter how many channels you go
through, they still plague you because they have NOTHING better to put
on TV? I’m one of those poor bastards who feels like they’re
experiencing one of those damn things.
Because right now, I’m back pined against the wall in a more
uncomfortable position. Or I should say the guy’s trying to spoon –
full frontal. I may wanna spoon… but not with him. Hm… I should make a
shirt that says that…
“You’re invading my person concrete rhombus.”
“You don’t seem to mind so much.” He smirked at me. Bastard.
“I mind more than you can imagine. It’s just tough for me to…” Hit him?
Oh yeah. To do that I’d have to break his steel grip on my wrists. I’ll
take the rapist for $500 Alex. I wanted to be nice. I really did - but
no one smashes my rhombus. Well maybe except Pete, but it’s more like
he dug a hole.
At least, I fucking tried like hell to push forward so I’d have room to
kick him in fucking balls because he deserved it. But the sensation of
friction just slapped me backward and my head hit the wall. I’m not
sure how to explain it, because, I’ve never had that kind of friction
with – oh let’s say another man?
“I assumed you’d have a drink this evening.” Man he needs a fucking tic-tac. “I hope you know what exactly Euphoria does.”
“You DRUGGED me to have sex with you? Are you insane!?”
He really IS one of those creepy psycho stalkers that’d rape you in a
dark alley. Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to have my phone on me now. Andy, Joe – where the FUCK are you guys when I need you!?
“I do have my…” he paused and breathed against my ear, “preferences.
Rape is not on my list. A willing partner’s better than anything.”
“You….sonofa–” I groaned because he pressed harder against me. Yes, I
was starting to feel the effects and the idea in itself was making me
so freaking nauseous.
It wasn’t exactly a bad feel, but one of those you don’t want to have
when someone else is in the room because you’re embarrassed as all damn
hell – if it’s not the partner you want. Believe it or not, I’m rather
reserved when it comes to um… masturbation. I really didn’t want to use
someone else and vice versa just to get off because I was fucking
drugged. No thank you, I want the entire fucking package with real
sincerity.
“I have to admit. I rather liked your voice at first. My first real
obsession.” He could tell my breathing became irregular because he
shifted again and my hips jolted automatically. “But then everything
else came into place afterward. Delightful, really.”
“If I… weren’t… so…morally objected... to murder…” I gasped and groaned
when he started grinding his hips against mine in beat with the dulled
bass from World Without Logos, “I’d… right…nooooooow.” I was loosing
the battle and my train of thought.
This is getting to be too much. If he… ugh… Jesus it feels so fucking good.
***
Joe toyed with the magnet in his pocket while he stared at his drink.
Waiting for Patrick’s return was wearing thin. It’s not that he was
impatient, it was more like he was worried what a guy that crazy would
do to him alone in a bathroom. The possibilities were endless. Think
about it… there was TOILET paper you could use to strangle someone with.
“Give them another five minutes.”
“You said that over ten minutes ago.”
“You’re such a baby sometimes Joe.” Andy sighed, “Fine. We’ll go. If it turns out to be nothing, I’ll blame you for it.”
“Now who sounds like the baby?”
Andy rolled his eyes and playfully smacked him on the back of his head. “C’mon. Pocket it.”
“Coming.” Joe called after him, stuffing the magnet into his pocket.
They pushed their way through the crowd to arrive at their destination.
But neither was prepared for the sight. Their friend, in all his hot
glory, was having a grind down with the psychopath [someone insert cool
English name here.] Despite how it looked, at least Patrick tried to
look like he didn’t exactly… want the friction, the harsh irregular
gasps and the moaning said differently.
“Fuck. I…”
Patrick tilted his head back a little more, the back of the hat
brushing the wall. The fact that Patrick’s hat managed to stay in place
was really a wonder to Andy. Although, from where he was standing, he
watched his friend’s hips collide and his hands clench. It was times
like this he had wished secretly for a camcorder.
Patrick looked like someone who would have been a perfect porn star.
When he was sweating like that, rolling his hips and his neck arched
back like that in complete pleasure… The fact that hats gave Andy one
hell of a kink wasn’t helping. Andy didn’t think he could actually
bring himself to really do anything else besides watch.
“HOLY SHAKAKA!”
Well, at least Joe seemed to have that little bit of good timing. It
was good to know that there was a friend amongst all the people in the
same bathroom - at least one very shocked person, in a room full of
either Bisexuals or Homosexuals.
The man’s hands released the wrists and traveled down to Patrick’s
waist. There they held his bucking hips in place. The hip movement
slowed down to the point where it stopped. No friction, no extra
Euphoria running through their veins. He let go of Patrick, watching
him slowly slide down the wall. He braced a hand against the wall to
let the feeling wash over himself one more time before it subsided to a
confinable level.
“Can I assist you?” He voice sounded velvety and husky. He didn’t have
to look at them to know they were there. Joe’s sudden outburst had
notified him and ruined something so good.
“If you don’t mind we need to borrow him back.” Joe replied.
“I suppose, if I were to stay no, you’d both do something about it anyway.”
“Damn Skippy, even though I don’t know who Skippy is.”
The man pushed himself away from the wall and whirled to lean
back against it more comfortably. “Out of warning, he’s a little extra
sensitive.”
“Really? With my own eyes I couldn’t see that by looking at him.”
Truth be told, Joe rather wanted to avert his eyes from the sight. Even
though the image was now burned into his memory, he wanted to find a
way to repress it. Not because it was Patrick with creepy said stalker
guy playing the ‘hip game’. It was just… he liked girls and he found
other guys doing that kind of thing not something he wanted to see.
EVER again.
Andy brushed past Joe, “Get the car, Joe.”
“You seriously aren’t going to carry him out, are you?”
“Would you rather wait for him to get off here or have a cold shower to
shock him out of it?” Andy kneeled down beside Patrick, fully aware
what would happen. They’d have to do something or wait till it wore
off, which could be for a while. He didn’t know what the bastard gave
him Patrick. Maybe the bastard over there was counting on it. He
wouldn’t put it past him. If he could admit to drugging Pete, he
probably had no morals against drugging Patrick to have sex with him.
Joe rubbed the back of his neck out of semi-nervousness, “Fine. Just one request.”
“Which is?”
“Hit the guy for Patrick? ”
“Sure.”
Andy grabbed Patrick’s hands before they could even slip into his
jeans. As much of a turn on it was, he really did feel bad for Patrick
– being drugged without knowing what he was doing till it wore off. He
watched the man carefully and rather casually back away from the wall
taking in a slow deep breath. Apparently he was starting to wind down.
“It was incredible while it lasted.”
“You’re a pervert.”
“I wasn’t the one watching him in the middle of it.”
“Shut up.”
The guy smirked at Andy as he smoothed his suit. However, as he took
another step towards the door, Andy stuck his leg out, forcing the man
to trip and literally ram his head against the sink. Andy returned the
smirk as the guy moved to regain his posture. Rubbing his head, he
looked over at Andy before giving Patrick one last look before
disappearing through the door, away from them both.
Now he was allowed to fully concentrate on Patrick’s current condition.
Even if he wanted to take advantage of the situation, he just couldn’t.
“…Pete…”
Andy looked down at Patrick’s face, with a name rolling off his lips.
The state of his bliss was undeniable. Rather bothersome too. And it
sucked because he knew now whom Patrick was thinking about. If Pete was
the one he wanted, then he was going to back off and hope something
between them grew beyond friendship. But right now the best he could do
was help Patrick regain himself without masturbating in front of him.
Then the door opened and Joe stuck his head in, “C’mon.”
“I’m coming.”
He spotted a piece of paper on the floor beside Patrick. He picked it up and pocketed it.
***
Andy carefully set Patrick down into the tub filled with cold water. He
decided it’d be better if the clothes were left on. The act of
undressing him would both unnerve Joe and it would probably make
Patrick’s situation worse. Patrick had actually fallen asleep on the
way back, which was good for them, except Andy still kept Patrick’s
hands away from both his shirt and his pants.
Joe sat down on the tiled floor opposite of Andy with a deck of cards
in his hands. They were just going to wait. It shouldn’t take too long.
He couldn’t figure how someone could sleep through a cold bath.
“You wanna play?”
“Sure. What’s the game?”
“Go Fish?”
“Sounds good.”
It wasn’t until their third round did the sound of water swishing
remind them that Patrick was still in the bathtub. Joe swiped up the
cards and put them away.
“-the fuck am I?” Patrick’s voice quietly and half dazedly asked.
“You’re in our apartment. In the bathtub… where it’s wet…” Joe pocketed
the card pack and got up. “I’ll leave Andy to play mom. I’ve got research to
do.” And Joe meant it as he left the bathroom. The piece of paper had
an address on it. He was going to find out where this place was. If
this is where that psycho guy was at, he could be more productive with
getting the police involved in case it wasn’t just two people and a
hostage situation with Pete.
Andy offered Patrick a hand up. He was well aware all the water
splashing around and dripping like crazy. He bustled about getting
Patrick to change into dry clothes while drying himself off in the
process. While they did that, Andy had mentioned that what happened
would be told after Patrick got some sleep. He eyed the wet floor and
decided he could wipe it up later. Patrick was more important than a
tiled bathroom floor littered with water.
He guided Patrick to the bedroom, giving him support as he half-tiredly
stumbled along the way. He gave Joe a timid thumbs up and nodded when
Joe have him a half-way sign by shaking his hand horizontally. He
helped Patrick to the bed and got him comfortable before removing the
guy’s hat, strategically placing it on the nighstand within arm’s reach.
“Where m'glasses?”
“On the nightstand.”
“Andy?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
You can find the previous chapters here:
Four A
Three
Two
One
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: VERY NC17/R
Summary: Sometimes all it takes
is the worst moments in life to make you realize just exactly what you
would do for something that means the world to you.
Disclaimer: the same as the rest of the chapters...
Notes: Patrick in fact gets to
meet the man with no name. We'll just call him Bob for now. LOL. More
Joe and Andy. Give them love. Also this chapter seems to never want to
end, so here's the second half. Enjoy!
“Don’t be presumptuous, even if I like it.”
You know all those damn TAG commercials you just can’t escape when you
and someone else are watching TV? No matter how many channels you go
through, they still plague you because they have NOTHING better to put
on TV? I’m one of those poor bastards who feels like they’re
experiencing one of those damn things.
Because right now, I’m back pined against the wall in a more
uncomfortable position. Or I should say the guy’s trying to spoon –
full frontal. I may wanna spoon… but not with him. Hm… I should make a
shirt that says that…
“You’re invading my person concrete rhombus.”
“You don’t seem to mind so much.” He smirked at me. Bastard.
“I mind more than you can imagine. It’s just tough for me to…” Hit him?
Oh yeah. To do that I’d have to break his steel grip on my wrists. I’ll
take the rapist for $500 Alex. I wanted to be nice. I really did - but
no one smashes my rhombus. Well maybe except Pete, but it’s more like
he dug a hole.
At least, I fucking tried like hell to push forward so I’d have room to
kick him in fucking balls because he deserved it. But the sensation of
friction just slapped me backward and my head hit the wall. I’m not
sure how to explain it, because, I’ve never had that kind of friction
with – oh let’s say another man?
“I assumed you’d have a drink this evening.” Man he needs a fucking tic-tac. “I hope you know what exactly Euphoria does.”
“You DRUGGED me to have sex with you? Are you insane!?”
He really IS one of those creepy psycho stalkers that’d rape you in a
dark alley. Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to have my phone on me now. Andy, Joe – where the FUCK are you guys when I need you!?
“I do have my…” he paused and breathed against my ear, “preferences.
Rape is not on my list. A willing partner’s better than anything.”
“You….sonofa–” I groaned because he pressed harder against me. Yes, I
was starting to feel the effects and the idea in itself was making me
so freaking nauseous.
It wasn’t exactly a bad feel, but one of those you don’t want to have
when someone else is in the room because you’re embarrassed as all damn
hell – if it’s not the partner you want. Believe it or not, I’m rather
reserved when it comes to um… masturbation. I really didn’t want to use
someone else and vice versa just to get off because I was fucking
drugged. No thank you, I want the entire fucking package with real
sincerity.
“I have to admit. I rather liked your voice at first. My first real
obsession.” He could tell my breathing became irregular because he
shifted again and my hips jolted automatically. “But then everything
else came into place afterward. Delightful, really.”
“If I… weren’t… so…morally objected... to murder…” I gasped and groaned
when he started grinding his hips against mine in beat with the dulled
bass from World Without Logos, “I’d… right…nooooooow.” I was loosing
the battle and my train of thought.
This is getting to be too much. If he… ugh… Jesus it feels so fucking good.
***
Joe toyed with the magnet in his pocket while he stared at his drink.
Waiting for Patrick’s return was wearing thin. It’s not that he was
impatient, it was more like he was worried what a guy that crazy would
do to him alone in a bathroom. The possibilities were endless. Think
about it… there was TOILET paper you could use to strangle someone with.
“Give them another five minutes.”
“You said that over ten minutes ago.”
“You’re such a baby sometimes Joe.” Andy sighed, “Fine. We’ll go. If it turns out to be nothing, I’ll blame you for it.”
“Now who sounds like the baby?”
Andy rolled his eyes and playfully smacked him on the back of his head. “C’mon. Pocket it.”
“Coming.” Joe called after him, stuffing the magnet into his pocket.
They pushed their way through the crowd to arrive at their destination.
But neither was prepared for the sight. Their friend, in all his hot
glory, was having a grind down with the psychopath [someone insert cool
English name here.] Despite how it looked, at least Patrick tried to
look like he didn’t exactly… want the friction, the harsh irregular
gasps and the moaning said differently.
“Fuck. I…”
Patrick tilted his head back a little more, the back of the hat
brushing the wall. The fact that Patrick’s hat managed to stay in place
was really a wonder to Andy. Although, from where he was standing, he
watched his friend’s hips collide and his hands clench. It was times
like this he had wished secretly for a camcorder.
Patrick looked like someone who would have been a perfect porn star.
When he was sweating like that, rolling his hips and his neck arched
back like that in complete pleasure… The fact that hats gave Andy one
hell of a kink wasn’t helping. Andy didn’t think he could actually
bring himself to really do anything else besides watch.
“HOLY SHAKAKA!”
Well, at least Joe seemed to have that little bit of good timing. It
was good to know that there was a friend amongst all the people in the
same bathroom - at least one very shocked person, in a room full of
either Bisexuals or Homosexuals.
The man’s hands released the wrists and traveled down to Patrick’s
waist. There they held his bucking hips in place. The hip movement
slowed down to the point where it stopped. No friction, no extra
Euphoria running through their veins. He let go of Patrick, watching
him slowly slide down the wall. He braced a hand against the wall to
let the feeling wash over himself one more time before it subsided to a
confinable level.
“Can I assist you?” He voice sounded velvety and husky. He didn’t have
to look at them to know they were there. Joe’s sudden outburst had
notified him and ruined something so good.
“If you don’t mind we need to borrow him back.” Joe replied.
“I suppose, if I were to stay no, you’d both do something about it anyway.”
“Damn Skippy, even though I don’t know who Skippy is.”
The man pushed himself away from the wall and whirled to lean
back against it more comfortably. “Out of warning, he’s a little extra
sensitive.”
“Really? With my own eyes I couldn’t see that by looking at him.”
Truth be told, Joe rather wanted to avert his eyes from the sight. Even
though the image was now burned into his memory, he wanted to find a
way to repress it. Not because it was Patrick with creepy said stalker
guy playing the ‘hip game’. It was just… he liked girls and he found
other guys doing that kind of thing not something he wanted to see.
EVER again.
Andy brushed past Joe, “Get the car, Joe.”
“You seriously aren’t going to carry him out, are you?”
“Would you rather wait for him to get off here or have a cold shower to
shock him out of it?” Andy kneeled down beside Patrick, fully aware
what would happen. They’d have to do something or wait till it wore
off, which could be for a while. He didn’t know what the bastard gave
him Patrick. Maybe the bastard over there was counting on it. He
wouldn’t put it past him. If he could admit to drugging Pete, he
probably had no morals against drugging Patrick to have sex with him.
Joe rubbed the back of his neck out of semi-nervousness, “Fine. Just one request.”
“Which is?”
“Hit the guy for Patrick? ”
“Sure.”
Andy grabbed Patrick’s hands before they could even slip into his
jeans. As much of a turn on it was, he really did feel bad for Patrick
– being drugged without knowing what he was doing till it wore off. He
watched the man carefully and rather casually back away from the wall
taking in a slow deep breath. Apparently he was starting to wind down.
“It was incredible while it lasted.”
“You’re a pervert.”
“I wasn’t the one watching him in the middle of it.”
“Shut up.”
The guy smirked at Andy as he smoothed his suit. However, as he took
another step towards the door, Andy stuck his leg out, forcing the man
to trip and literally ram his head against the sink. Andy returned the
smirk as the guy moved to regain his posture. Rubbing his head, he
looked over at Andy before giving Patrick one last look before
disappearing through the door, away from them both.
Now he was allowed to fully concentrate on Patrick’s current condition.
Even if he wanted to take advantage of the situation, he just couldn’t.
“…Pete…”
Andy looked down at Patrick’s face, with a name rolling off his lips.
The state of his bliss was undeniable. Rather bothersome too. And it
sucked because he knew now whom Patrick was thinking about. If Pete was
the one he wanted, then he was going to back off and hope something
between them grew beyond friendship. But right now the best he could do
was help Patrick regain himself without masturbating in front of him.
Then the door opened and Joe stuck his head in, “C’mon.”
“I’m coming.”
He spotted a piece of paper on the floor beside Patrick. He picked it up and pocketed it.
***
Andy carefully set Patrick down into the tub filled with cold water. He
decided it’d be better if the clothes were left on. The act of
undressing him would both unnerve Joe and it would probably make
Patrick’s situation worse. Patrick had actually fallen asleep on the
way back, which was good for them, except Andy still kept Patrick’s
hands away from both his shirt and his pants.
Joe sat down on the tiled floor opposite of Andy with a deck of cards
in his hands. They were just going to wait. It shouldn’t take too long.
He couldn’t figure how someone could sleep through a cold bath.
“You wanna play?”
“Sure. What’s the game?”
“Go Fish?”
“Sounds good.”
It wasn’t until their third round did the sound of water swishing
remind them that Patrick was still in the bathtub. Joe swiped up the
cards and put them away.
“-the fuck am I?” Patrick’s voice quietly and half dazedly asked.
“You’re in our apartment. In the bathtub… where it’s wet…” Joe pocketed
the card pack and got up. “I’ll leave Andy to play mom. I’ve got research to
do.” And Joe meant it as he left the bathroom. The piece of paper had
an address on it. He was going to find out where this place was. If
this is where that psycho guy was at, he could be more productive with
getting the police involved in case it wasn’t just two people and a
hostage situation with Pete.
Andy offered Patrick a hand up. He was well aware all the water
splashing around and dripping like crazy. He bustled about getting
Patrick to change into dry clothes while drying himself off in the
process. While they did that, Andy had mentioned that what happened
would be told after Patrick got some sleep. He eyed the wet floor and
decided he could wipe it up later. Patrick was more important than a
tiled bathroom floor littered with water.
He guided Patrick to the bedroom, giving him support as he half-tiredly
stumbled along the way. He gave Joe a timid thumbs up and nodded when
Joe have him a half-way sign by shaking his hand horizontally. He
helped Patrick to the bed and got him comfortable before removing the
guy’s hat, strategically placing it on the nighstand within arm’s reach.
“Where m'glasses?”
“On the nightstand.”
“Andy?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
You can find the previous chapters here:
Four A
Three
Two
One