Dead End Love - Chapter Six
Title: Dead End Love - Chapter Six
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever cursing is....
Summary: The hardest part is trying to conquer the inner demons. (Post!Logos.)
Notes:
This is a much lighter tone in comparrison. Yes it is meant to be that
way. Petrick was unable to Beta it before it was posted, so everyone
give Brandie love for doing so in her place. xo
Dedications: To Petrick, my
glorious beta. To Brandie, my favorite PxP writer right now. To Jubey,
who currently has just gone through surgery (<3 you tons Sugah!) And
to all you faithful readers, commenters and lurkers! I <3 you guys!
=D
Drama Status: This has humor and some serious aspects.
The towel was tightly wrapped around my waist. It had felt so good in
there with the hot water beating down on me. Except for when I forgot
how sensitive washing the carrot was. I bruised up my knees pretty good
and nearly smacked my head against the wall. In fact, I think I was
lucky I didn’t slip and knock myself out. I think it might have been
devastating for Andy if he had to pee while I was passed out. He could
pee in the sink if he had to…peeing in a toilet is overrated anyway.
I stopped just outside the door, and watched Andy for a moment, what he
had said earlier kinda struck me now. I think he had taken a long hard
gaze at me. The gaze had made me nervous because he looked like he was
just… trying to decide on a scale from one to ten how small my penis
was.
“You… really are pink dude.”
Now he was asleep on the couch, and it left me the chance to hang out
with Patrick till I either passed out or stopped being lazy and called
Joe over.
I pressed on till I reached my door. I poked my head in first to see if
Patrick was awake. Since he was, I came all the way in and shut the
door behind me quietly. He was lying on my bed, stretched out for the
most part. God, he was taking up all the space on my bed that way. That
little Jerk!
“How’d it feel?”
“Hot.”
He laughed at me and I grinned. He waved the remote at me and I hopped
over to him after I rummaged through the pile on my chair again for
something to wear. I jerked the shirt over my head and just put on a
pair of boxers. I dropped the towel and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Enjoying Lifetime?”
“It’s kinda boring.”
“How can you find it boring?”
Insert my complete astonishment. How could anyone not like Lifetime?! That is TEH channel to watch.
“Because I’m watching it by myself.”
He sounded tired just then, but with all the sleep he did manage to
get, he was still extra tired and worn out. I suspect it’s the pills
the doctor prescribed. They’re probably the kind that make him drowsy
and of course, reduce the pain in his knee. I just couldn’t wait till
those staples were out and he was off the drugs. I was looking forward
to a more awake Patrick.
“You know, if you’re tired, you can just sleep right here.”
Sure, I could sleep on the floor. I’ve done it before. It’s not much
different that the benches at the train stations or even at the
airport. You know, the hard surfaces that most people can’t fall asleep
on and I can sleep on them without a problem. Of course, he didn’t mean
the floor, he meant the bed.
He shifted a little, pulling the stray pillow over him and offered.
Sure, I could use him as a pillow, but it’s just not the same. I don’t
get to see him being cute while he’s asleep. If only I had a bigger
bed, we could both share it without worry of falling off of it, or at
least me when I do take naps.
“Nah, I’m fine.”
“You had less than three hours of sleep. Take a nap.”
This time, he wasn’t asking or demanding it. He was giving me that look
that said ‘Pweease Petey?’ Damn those… what did girls call it? Chibi eyes.
Cute chibi eyes like the drawings I’ve seen around on the net. They’re
cute, really. And there was that pouty lip that followed.
“If you don’t get any sleep you’ll drop from exhaustion. I don’t want to be the cause of it.”
And he had a point to follow it. I have been exhausted for months now,
well, , faking that I wasn’t around everyone else was kinda hard. He
paid more attention than I thought he did. I have a special kind of
insomnia, sleeping with Patrick isn’t gonna make it go away. Although…
I shifted till I was curled up between his legs, my head on the pillow.
The pillow was warm and not really comfortable. I felt Patrick touch my
hair and it felt nice. No one really takes interest in playing with my
hair. And for me, it made me relax a little, then suddenly like a brick
being thrown at me I realized just how tired I really was. I yawned and
if I could see him, maybe he was smiling at me. Returning the favor
I’ve done for him a million times. This… isn’t fair. I don’t want to
sleep just yet dammit.
Fire, bad. Tree, pretty.
It was past five when I finally woke up. I was alone, so naturally I
freaked out for a moment. Then I heard laughter and arguing. I about
tripped over the pillow that was on the floor. I grabbed quick for the
nightstand to save myself from another bruising of the knees. After I
balanced myself out, I hurried over to the door. And to my luck, I’d
forgotten which way to turn the knob – I hardly ever closed my door all
the way.
“I know! It was Andy, in the hallway, with the PHONE!”
“HEY!”
I saw Andy poke his head in from the hallway with the phone in his
hand. He came in and set the phone on the counter, “Joe, get the game
right. I can’t be a suspect.”
“You’re right… but I can suspect you for take-out!”
I couldn’t help but grin as I coughed, “Maybe it was me, in the bathroom, with the shampoo.”
“Hey, you’re awake.”
I felt all warm and bubbly inside when Patrick looked over at me and
waved with that grin plastered on his face. He seemed to be enjoying
the company I apparently missed out on.
“Dude, he LIVES!” Joe can be such an ass sometimes. “And here I thought
Patrick really DID kill you. Guess you being up and moving proves that
theory wrong.”
“Haven’t you read about voodoo? Breaking people’s carrots is the new
Law and Order.” I dropped onto the couch after I made my way around the
two seated at the card table. They would have played on the floor if it
wasn’t for Patrick’s knee. Least they were considerate. And it was time
I changed the conversation. “So, who’s winning?”
“I think it would be me, but I can’t be sure. I’m sure they’re just letting me win because I’m injured.”
He gave a fake sob and Joe patted him on the back, “Its okay man. We all hate you. It’s not just me.”
I must have rubbed my sarcastic-ness off on Joe because it just showed
up now. He was always known for the comic relief when he knew things
were so tight around here. And he played his part well. Things seemed
to feel a lot lighter around here. Maybe it’s not just because it was
three of us at a time, but all four of us were together, like it was
before the incident. Like we temporarily turned back time and Patrick
was more himself than a semi-empty shell he was now.
“I hate to break up the happy hour, but I’m going to get food. Do you
want to continue starving and laughing to death or do you actually want
me to feed you guys?”
“Hmm that’s a serious question A-man. I’ll go with C – the plunger.”
I laughed hard as Andy fixated his gaze on Joe. He held up his hand and
opened his mouth to say something, but shut it then picked up the keys
and left. Not a word was said. That must mean he’s in a bad funk
because the couch wasn’t comfy enough – he could have used one of the
beds.
He needs to get laid. And so do I. Badly.
“You want to play Poker later tonight?”
“If we call it Strip Poker, I’m totally in.”
I think I am in love with Joe now. I’m sure he’s not really interested
in seeing us naked, but what the hell, I could tease him about it
later. I mean, all I have to do is say ‘The Birdcage’ and he shudders.
I shuffled over to the card table and dropped down in Andy’s now empty
seat.
“Dude, this is so the deal.”
Joe started putting away Clue while Patrick took out the dice for Phase
Ten. This was a good way to pass time. Andy always took forever to go
anywhere for food. Though, I can’t blame him since he’s the only one of
us that is a vegan. I only know this because we played Phase Ten twice
in a row and we finished before he got back. And they weren’t fast
games either.
And I remembered why we used to call it the ‘Bloody HELL’ game. When
you needed runs you got all the damn sets you didn’t need for the
phase. And it was always the other way around too. It was really
annoying. But nothing was as annoying at the phase with seven of one
color – Phase Eight. It was like clockwork – getting six every single
time no matter which of the four colors seemed to be the lucky one for
you.
We rolled and I got the ten. So I went first, Joe in second and Patrick
in last place. The first three phases were easy. Four and five were a
bit tougher. After phase five, Joe was in the lead as far as points go.
261, to my 181. I really sucked at this.
“Fuck, I got nothing but the runs.”
“Haha, your runs are crappier than mine.”
I collected the dice while Joe shook with laughter. Patrick was red in
the face with the laughter he seemed to be having all afternoon and
early this evening. I liked seeing him red, but I hope he didn’t keel
over from laughter like Vezzini in The Princess Bride. I won’t go into how far I’d sink if that happened.
I watched the dice roll for a third and final time, “Bloody hell.” I
grumbled under my breath as I only got six blue total. I knew it would
happen, but for once, can’t I just pass this phase the first time I try
for it?
“Hah, I knew you’d be the first to say it. Pay up Patrick.”
Joe stuck his hand out and Patrick sighed in defeat. He handed Joe
something to which he pocketed in triumph. Wait, they were betting on
me!? I’m not sure if I should be offended or not. Probably not, since
I’m usually the first one to say it when we’re playing the card version.
You can find the previous chapters here:
Chapter Five
Chapter Four
Chapter Three
Chapter Two
Chapter One
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever cursing is....
Summary: The hardest part is trying to conquer the inner demons. (Post!Logos.)
Notes:
This is a much lighter tone in comparrison. Yes it is meant to be that
way. Petrick was unable to Beta it before it was posted, so everyone
give Brandie love for doing so in her place. xo
Dedications: To Petrick, my
glorious beta. To Brandie, my favorite PxP writer right now. To Jubey,
who currently has just gone through surgery (<3 you tons Sugah!) And
to all you faithful readers, commenters and lurkers! I <3 you guys!
=D
Drama Status: This has humor and some serious aspects.
The towel was tightly wrapped around my waist. It had felt so good in
there with the hot water beating down on me. Except for when I forgot
how sensitive washing the carrot was. I bruised up my knees pretty good
and nearly smacked my head against the wall. In fact, I think I was
lucky I didn’t slip and knock myself out. I think it might have been
devastating for Andy if he had to pee while I was passed out. He could
pee in the sink if he had to…peeing in a toilet is overrated anyway.
I stopped just outside the door, and watched Andy for a moment, what he
had said earlier kinda struck me now. I think he had taken a long hard
gaze at me. The gaze had made me nervous because he looked like he was
just… trying to decide on a scale from one to ten how small my penis
was.
“You… really are pink dude.”
Now he was asleep on the couch, and it left me the chance to hang out
with Patrick till I either passed out or stopped being lazy and called
Joe over.
I pressed on till I reached my door. I poked my head in first to see if
Patrick was awake. Since he was, I came all the way in and shut the
door behind me quietly. He was lying on my bed, stretched out for the
most part. God, he was taking up all the space on my bed that way. That
little Jerk!
“How’d it feel?”
“Hot.”
He laughed at me and I grinned. He waved the remote at me and I hopped
over to him after I rummaged through the pile on my chair again for
something to wear. I jerked the shirt over my head and just put on a
pair of boxers. I dropped the towel and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Enjoying Lifetime?”
“It’s kinda boring.”
“How can you find it boring?”
Insert my complete astonishment. How could anyone not like Lifetime?! That is TEH channel to watch.
“Because I’m watching it by myself.”
He sounded tired just then, but with all the sleep he did manage to
get, he was still extra tired and worn out. I suspect it’s the pills
the doctor prescribed. They’re probably the kind that make him drowsy
and of course, reduce the pain in his knee. I just couldn’t wait till
those staples were out and he was off the drugs. I was looking forward
to a more awake Patrick.
“You know, if you’re tired, you can just sleep right here.”
Sure, I could sleep on the floor. I’ve done it before. It’s not much
different that the benches at the train stations or even at the
airport. You know, the hard surfaces that most people can’t fall asleep
on and I can sleep on them without a problem. Of course, he didn’t mean
the floor, he meant the bed.
He shifted a little, pulling the stray pillow over him and offered.
Sure, I could use him as a pillow, but it’s just not the same. I don’t
get to see him being cute while he’s asleep. If only I had a bigger
bed, we could both share it without worry of falling off of it, or at
least me when I do take naps.
“Nah, I’m fine.”
“You had less than three hours of sleep. Take a nap.”
This time, he wasn’t asking or demanding it. He was giving me that look
that said ‘Pweease Petey?’ Damn those… what did girls call it? Chibi eyes.
Cute chibi eyes like the drawings I’ve seen around on the net. They’re
cute, really. And there was that pouty lip that followed.
“If you don’t get any sleep you’ll drop from exhaustion. I don’t want to be the cause of it.”
And he had a point to follow it. I have been exhausted for months now,
well, , faking that I wasn’t around everyone else was kinda hard. He
paid more attention than I thought he did. I have a special kind of
insomnia, sleeping with Patrick isn’t gonna make it go away. Although…
I shifted till I was curled up between his legs, my head on the pillow.
The pillow was warm and not really comfortable. I felt Patrick touch my
hair and it felt nice. No one really takes interest in playing with my
hair. And for me, it made me relax a little, then suddenly like a brick
being thrown at me I realized just how tired I really was. I yawned and
if I could see him, maybe he was smiling at me. Returning the favor
I’ve done for him a million times. This… isn’t fair. I don’t want to
sleep just yet dammit.
Fire, bad. Tree, pretty.
It was past five when I finally woke up. I was alone, so naturally I
freaked out for a moment. Then I heard laughter and arguing. I about
tripped over the pillow that was on the floor. I grabbed quick for the
nightstand to save myself from another bruising of the knees. After I
balanced myself out, I hurried over to the door. And to my luck, I’d
forgotten which way to turn the knob – I hardly ever closed my door all
the way.
“I know! It was Andy, in the hallway, with the PHONE!”
“HEY!”
I saw Andy poke his head in from the hallway with the phone in his
hand. He came in and set the phone on the counter, “Joe, get the game
right. I can’t be a suspect.”
“You’re right… but I can suspect you for take-out!”
I couldn’t help but grin as I coughed, “Maybe it was me, in the bathroom, with the shampoo.”
“Hey, you’re awake.”
I felt all warm and bubbly inside when Patrick looked over at me and
waved with that grin plastered on his face. He seemed to be enjoying
the company I apparently missed out on.
“Dude, he LIVES!” Joe can be such an ass sometimes. “And here I thought
Patrick really DID kill you. Guess you being up and moving proves that
theory wrong.”
“Haven’t you read about voodoo? Breaking people’s carrots is the new
Law and Order.” I dropped onto the couch after I made my way around the
two seated at the card table. They would have played on the floor if it
wasn’t for Patrick’s knee. Least they were considerate. And it was time
I changed the conversation. “So, who’s winning?”
“I think it would be me, but I can’t be sure. I’m sure they’re just letting me win because I’m injured.”
He gave a fake sob and Joe patted him on the back, “Its okay man. We all hate you. It’s not just me.”
I must have rubbed my sarcastic-ness off on Joe because it just showed
up now. He was always known for the comic relief when he knew things
were so tight around here. And he played his part well. Things seemed
to feel a lot lighter around here. Maybe it’s not just because it was
three of us at a time, but all four of us were together, like it was
before the incident. Like we temporarily turned back time and Patrick
was more himself than a semi-empty shell he was now.
“I hate to break up the happy hour, but I’m going to get food. Do you
want to continue starving and laughing to death or do you actually want
me to feed you guys?”
“Hmm that’s a serious question A-man. I’ll go with C – the plunger.”
I laughed hard as Andy fixated his gaze on Joe. He held up his hand and
opened his mouth to say something, but shut it then picked up the keys
and left. Not a word was said. That must mean he’s in a bad funk
because the couch wasn’t comfy enough – he could have used one of the
beds.
He needs to get laid. And so do I. Badly.
“You want to play Poker later tonight?”
“If we call it Strip Poker, I’m totally in.”
I think I am in love with Joe now. I’m sure he’s not really interested
in seeing us naked, but what the hell, I could tease him about it
later. I mean, all I have to do is say ‘The Birdcage’ and he shudders.
I shuffled over to the card table and dropped down in Andy’s now empty
seat.
“Dude, this is so the deal.”
Joe started putting away Clue while Patrick took out the dice for Phase
Ten. This was a good way to pass time. Andy always took forever to go
anywhere for food. Though, I can’t blame him since he’s the only one of
us that is a vegan. I only know this because we played Phase Ten twice
in a row and we finished before he got back. And they weren’t fast
games either.
And I remembered why we used to call it the ‘Bloody HELL’ game. When
you needed runs you got all the damn sets you didn’t need for the
phase. And it was always the other way around too. It was really
annoying. But nothing was as annoying at the phase with seven of one
color – Phase Eight. It was like clockwork – getting six every single
time no matter which of the four colors seemed to be the lucky one for
you.
We rolled and I got the ten. So I went first, Joe in second and Patrick
in last place. The first three phases were easy. Four and five were a
bit tougher. After phase five, Joe was in the lead as far as points go.
261, to my 181. I really sucked at this.
“Fuck, I got nothing but the runs.”
“Haha, your runs are crappier than mine.”
I collected the dice while Joe shook with laughter. Patrick was red in
the face with the laughter he seemed to be having all afternoon and
early this evening. I liked seeing him red, but I hope he didn’t keel
over from laughter like Vezzini in The Princess Bride. I won’t go into how far I’d sink if that happened.
I watched the dice roll for a third and final time, “Bloody hell.” I
grumbled under my breath as I only got six blue total. I knew it would
happen, but for once, can’t I just pass this phase the first time I try
for it?
“Hah, I knew you’d be the first to say it. Pay up Patrick.”
Joe stuck his hand out and Patrick sighed in defeat. He handed Joe
something to which he pocketed in triumph. Wait, they were betting on
me!? I’m not sure if I should be offended or not. Probably not, since
I’m usually the first one to say it when we’re playing the card version.
You can find the previous chapters here:
Chapter Five
Chapter Four
Chapter Three
Chapter Two
Chapter One