obsession

OBSESSION a henpat story by: fridge boy

(Patrick hockstetter) I had been sitting in my room bored as all hell. I couldn't sleep. Someone knocks on my window. 

"Pat let me in." Someone says in a hushed whisper. 

"Who is it?" I whisper 

"Its me Henry" he says "please let me in"

I let him in. He looked awful like he'd been crying. There was blood on his jeans and his shirt was torn. 

"Who hurt you?" I ask, pulling him into a hug. "Henry who did this to you?"

Henry wraps his arms around my waist. 

"I...don't want to talk about it…" he whispers, burying his face in my shirt. 

I pet his hair "calm down Henry… its okay you're safe now" 

"He's coming for me… I made him angry…"

"Henry buddy. He won't find you" I kiss him on the forehead "do you want to stay here for the night?" 

"Mhm" he says nodding. 

I slowly remove his shirt. 

"What are you doing!?" He asked 

"Helping" I smirk. 

"...fine" he pouts. 

I toss his shirt aside. I tilt his face up towards my own. 

"You should probably put some ice on that" I say pointing out his black eye. 

"Okay…" he glances down at the ground.

"Henry, buddy I'm just trying to help you" I say, hugging him. "Just sit down on my bed. I'll be right back." 

I head to the bathroom and soak a washcloth in cold water. I bring the washcloth back to Henry.

"Put this on your eye… it'll help" 

"Only if I can get my shirt back"

"No way I'm going to get you a clean shirt."

"Why are you helping me?" He whispers. 

"Because... " I try to think of a good answer "well you showed up to my house?" 

"I had nowhere else to go Victor and belch were well let's just say 'busy'  you were my only option"

I sit down next to him and pull him closer to me. 

"You aren't being very subtle pat" he smirks.  

"Fuck you Bowers." I smirk pulling him onto my lap. 

"Pat…" he whispers, tugging on my shirt. 

"Yes puppy?" 

He pouts "don't call me that" 

"Why not, puppy?" I kiss his cheek.

"Sh-shut up… I'm not a puppy." He becomes flustered. 

I softly bite his ear. 

"Mm pat…" he moans softly. 

I remove the washcloth from his face and set it off to the side. "Look me in the eyes when I speak to you" I say, turning his face towards mine. 

He does as I tell him. "Good puppy." I smirk as his face turns bright red. 

I rest my chin on his shoulder. 

"Pat it's getting late" he says, his hand pressed against my cheek. 

"What are you scared of the dark?"