i need to edit this but have some hate smut??? also merry christmas? i might try the 12 day oneshots again this year

it wasn't that patrick disliked gee, it was just that patrick hated gee. more than anything. the way that they'd always twirl their skirts and grin at patrick like he was some sort of plaything. patrick hated how they would give out passive aggressive comments, "you look less... unattractive today, patrick."

and patrick would spit back at them, "you look like you just got out of a dumpster, honey, don't fucking try me."

gee, of course, would only laugh, and pat patrick's head in such a condescending manner that patrick's rage always boiled over, "poor little thing. good thing that i don't have to deal with you like most of your 'friends' do."

patrick isn't quite sure where all the hatred came from but he thinks it started back in the third grade when patrick had accidentally spilled his tuna sandwich over gee's favorite outfit and gee had punched him in return sending them both to the office when patrick punches back. they never made up, and this still somehow made high school worse than ever. gee laughs at patrick, teases him and makes him feel like shit and patrick always laughs back and throws out nasty insults that make gee's self esteem plummet to the ground.

this was never a big issue, just passive in the halls when they met, but it did become one when the one period they shared together, art class, decided that the best way to celebrate christmas was with a secret santa. patrick wasn't worried at first. he knew pete and brendon and billie in his class and he was good friends with a lot of the people in that class.

when the hat came around, he drew, and kept it folded. and brendon drew and so did pete and ryan and billie. the hat came around to gee who drew their card and soon enough, mrs. walters said to the class, "alright, you can open your slips, but keep your partner a /secret/."

when patrick had opened his slip, his jaw dropped and he felt rage boiling blind inside him as he looked up at gee. gee was staring at his note nonchalantly, in an almost bored way and threw it aside, like they didn't care but patrick was pissed. he looked down and saw their name written in cursive on the note and wanted to scream. he even asked the teacher if he could choose someone differently but she only glared at him and told him that's who he had to be a secret santa for.

so when patrick gets back home that night and his parents are asleep and the last thing he wants is to work on this stupid present. his parents ask him how he's doing, he says okay and grabs dinner before heading to his room upstairs. that's when he gets a text from pete.

pete: hey, who did u get for the secret santa

patrick: fucking gee

patrick: i hate them so much

pete: fuck i'm sorry

pete: i got ryan, thankfully

patrick: oh fun

patrick: u should get him a box of chocolates or smth.

patrick: or just sex. idk.

pete: lmao. u should just give gee a pile of trash. put a ton of newspapers in a box like there's something fragile inside

pete: then wrap the box in duct tape so it's all for nothing

patrick grins, and looks outside to indeed see today's paper sitting in a blue bag in the lawn with advertisements and newspapers.

patrick: yes

he runs downstairs after a bite of his peas and grabs the bag. his parents are in the living room, "where are you going?"

"it's for this secret santa i have at my school," patrick says, "i have to wrap up their present really well."

his mom raises an eyebrow but nods him off anyways and patrick heads upstairs just after picking up an empty box from beside the fireplace. he spends the next thirty minutes stuffing the box full of newspapers and then taping it shut with duct tape. wrapping it with wrapping paper. putting another layer of duct tape on and then wrapping it up again.

on a sticky note he writes:
to: gee
from: santa

and patrick doesn't regret a fucking thing.

•••

monday comes around and patrick dumps his gift off at the front of the class. with the rest of the pile. his isn't as big as some of the others but it's up there. gee has a small, flat wrapped gift with a bow on it and patrick wonders who they got. when the bell rings and all the gifts are in place, mrs. walters stands up in front of the class and says, "good morning! i hope you all had a good weekend."

she looks around like she's expecting something, then turns her gaze to the presents, "glad to see so many people got gifts. now, is there anyone who couldn't send a gift?"

nobody's hands raise. patrick glares at gee, then up at mrs. walters, "great! then go ahead and look for your present in the pile, and we'll make a circle and we can start opening presents."

gee is the first up, finding patrick's box and grabbing it before heading back to their seat. patrick looks through the gifts himself, searching for his name. he doesn't see it on any of the presents at first, he guesses maybe it's farther down, but as  the presents disappear, he quickly realizes that it wasn't somebody else who gave him that present.

his name is written in all caps on the flat present that gee dropped off. patrick scowls in disgust, but grabs it anyways, shaking it slightly. he hears nothing. the presents slowly disappear, and the last to grab a present is pete, a decent sized box, that rattles when he shakes it.

"alright," mrs. walters says, "go ahead and open your presents and find your secret santa!"

patrick rips open his present as soon as she says those words, tearing at the bow and the white and blue snowflake wrapping paper. inside lays a cd, on the front printed in bold letters: queen - sheer heart attack. patrick stares at it for a long moment, making sure he's seeing right. he opens the cd, expecting it to be some sort of prank, but sure enough, there's the cd. and he feels fucking horrible.

he looks up at gee who's opening their present and scattering newspapers everywhere only to find nothing. they look up at patrick with a sharp gaze in their eye and patrick tries to read their eyes but there's nothing but hatred. he quickly looks away, at pete and ryan. ryan got a box of chocolates, just like patrick suggested. pete got a present from billie, a few polaroids from a night they probably both forgot.

patrick's kind of freaking out now, because he knows gee's gonna kill him. he didn't expect gee to give him anything, and he certainly didn't expect gee to give him something that he actually likes. so he grabs pete's attention, quick.

"gee's my secret santa, pete."

"huh?" pete looks over and sees the cd, "oh wow, you've wanted that album for a while, haven't you?"

"gee gave it to me," patrick whispers, "/gee/. i gave them the empty box, pete. they're gonna fucking kill me."

pete blinks, as he registers for a moment, then realizes just what happened and he cusses out a small, "oh, shit. you gotta... you gotta fucking get them something."

"yeah, no /shit/."

"fucking go to the bathroom and get something from the vending machine, it's fucking /something/. jesus, dude."

patrick realizes that's his best bet and he's got money on him. he grabs the bathroom pass and leaves without second thought and walks as quickly as he can towards the lunch room. he hears the door open and close behind him and his heart begins pounding.

"patrick!"

his breathing hitches and he slowly turns back to gee who's glaring at him as they walk quickly towards patrick and grabs him by the hair. patrick squeals as quietly as he can as they head into the men's room and gee slams him up against the wall, "what the /fuck/ was that, huh?"

"i didn't know you'd be getting me anything, otherwise i'd have gotten you something, we've hated each other for fucking years, how the fuck was i supposed to know you'd actually get me something?

"it's fucking christmas, i was being a decent fucking human being!" gee growls, slamming patrick against the wall again, "i fucking hate you, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

patrick growls and slams his fist into gee's cheek who pulls back and scowls at patrick, but they soon just grin and punch patrick right back, square in the nose, "fucking asshole."

"i hate you!" patrick yells, "i fucking hate you!"

"why? i gave you a cd that you've been talking about for fucking ages with your edgy little clique, i gave you something you actually like, not a fucking empty box full of fucking newspaper and covered in duct tape, you're a pussy. you can't get over your fucking hate, can you?"

patrick growls, blood already leaking from his right nostril, "fuck you, you've been acting like an absolute asshole for the past ten fucking years, you expect me to just forgive you? i'm so sorry that you were an asshole to me, let me just blow a hundred dollars on you, huh?"

gee raises an eyebrow, and this confuses patrick, a lot. but patrick becomes impossibly more confused when gee shoves him against the wall again and kisses him hard. patrick inhales through his nose as well as he can, sending blood down his throat and into his mouth but gee seems not to mind. patrick shoves gee away, not entirely unaccepting of this, but definitely not in the mindset for it.

"what?" gee asks, as if they didn't just fucking push himself onto their long time enemy. patrick growls, then shoves gee against the wall himself and pushes his lips back onto gee's. he isn't sure what's happening, but he knows that he hates them, and he needs to blow off some fucking steam.

"fuck you," patrick manages between kisses as he grips gee's shirt and starts to pull it up gee's torso, but gee is quick to turn them around and rip off patrick's instead. patrick gasps, pulling his head up for air, but it only gives gee access to his neck and they bite down hard. patrick can't help but let out a sharp cry and grip gee's hair harder than necessary.

"you're a piece of shit," gee starts, tugging off their own shirt, "you wanna make that shit up to me?"

patrick kicks gee away, right in the shin and gee grunts in reply, "fuck you, i don't owe you /anything/. you're a fucking greedy, worthless piece of shit and i hate you!"

gee hates that, a lot, and patrick cries out when gee shoves a hand around patrick's throat with one hand and unbuttons his pants with the other. patrick isn't sure why he helps them, but he does, and his pants are down on the floor soon enough followed by gee's. he loves the lack of oxygen going to his brain, and he loves how rough gee is, but he hates gee, and it makes this whole thing that much worse.

"turn around," gee growls into patrick's ear as they let go of his throat. patrick gives them a look of distrust, but when they pull out a condom and a small packet of lube, patrick's heart slows and he stares up at gee's eyes, searching for some sort of weakness, but gee's too far into it and spins him around themself. patrick gasps slightly, out of pleasure and pain as gee bends him slightly and inserts two fingers right away. patrick's taken it several times. he's pan, mostly into guys, and he's far from a virgin so he's taken it many times. but not from a person he hates, and certainly not in the men's bathroom at school.

"shut up," gee growls when patrick lets out a humiliating moan against the wall, but when patrick doesn't stop, gee just grabs patrick's mouth as they enter a third fingers and patrick gasps harder. gee pulls their fingers out and wipes them on their underwear before pulling down their boxers. patrick watches as gee's cock bounces up, hard, and patrick licks his lips. they aren't that big, not as big as patrick may have thought, but it means this will be a lot easier and he's okay with that.

patrick shines into gee's hand as gee slides down a condom and coats their cock in lube, then lines up. patrick inhales, expecting gee to go in slow, showing mercy. but they don't. they slide all the way in and patrick cries out. gee immediately slaps their hand over patrick's lips and growls, "shut the fuck up before someone comes in here you fucking idiot."

"that fucking hurt, asshole," patrick growls, "fuck you."

gee shoves patrick's head against the wall but soon enough, patrick gets sick of it as gee starts to thrust and he shoves gee away, forcing them out. patrick hates being forced into submission, he decides, and before gee can protest, patrick has them down on the disgusting bathroom floor and he's riding them, shoving their wrists on the floor.

"fuck off," gee tries, struggling to get their hands up, but when that doesn't work, they force patrick in the floor and begins thrusting like there's no tomorrow. patrick is grunting, tangling his fingers in gee's hair and whining like a little bitch. patrick's fingernails drag down gee's back, giving them long, red marks. gee's got their hands under patrick's shoulders, thrusting as hard as they can and putting all their effort into making patrick an absolute mess because that's all they care about, showing patrick how fucking frustrated they are.

gee fucking hates patrick, they really do, and seeing patrick with his head back, sweat down his chest, panting, squirming, absolutely wrecked as gee rams into their prostate makes them that much closer to finishing off. gee finally gets a chance to pin down patrick's arms and bite at his neck. they aren't soft about it, they aren't gentle. they're fucking rough because they're sick of all the shit he puts them through. and they're sick of him in general.

gee transfers both of patrick's hands under his left hand, patrick trying to move them as he arches his back and cries out softly. gee grins, toothily as they shove their hand over patrick's throat and they shove hard, cutting off all the air from patrick's brain. patrick loves that, more than gee expected. and he goes completely limp. and that... that's hotter than gee thought it would be. patrick going completely numb, twitching here and there under nothing more than lack of air.

patrick eventually does kick gee's side and gee lets go, giving patrick time to breathe and say in weak words, "i'm gonna cum."

"do it," gee growls, pressing their hand on patrick's cock, and that alone makes patrick jerk hard, a full body shudder coursing through his body, "you're a dirty slut, i can't believe this, letting me, of all people, fuck you on a bathroom-fucking-floor and you're actually getting off on that."

patrick manages to release a hand from gee's just enough to grab his cock and jerk harder and faster than gee thought was humanely possible. gee rams in harder than before, as hard as their body lets them, and they're dangerously close but they try their best to hold off until at least patrick cums, which doesn't take long.

after one sharp bite into patrick's neck, drawing a small amount of blood, patrick gasps and splutters, arching his back and kicking out his legs and crying and gasping. he comes all over his stomach, some up to his chest and gee rides him through it, leaning back so they don't get messy. when patrick's finally finished, he's exhausted, running his fingers through his hair and panting softly, sweaty. gee runs their fingers through his blond locks, and pulls out before grabbing their own cock and stroking it fast, still on their high. patrick doesn't entirely realize what's happening before it's happening and cum splatters on his face and in his hair and down his neck. patrick yelps our and says to gee in a frustrated tone,  "what the hell?"

"that's for the secret santa," gee grins, "go and clean yourself up."

gee stands and gets dressed but patrick stays on the ground, still panting and trying to wipe off the cum from his face and chest, "that's fucking disgusting."

"that sucks," is all gee says as they tug on their shirt and walk past patrick, out the door where he sees some sophomore heading to the boy's room. gee doesn't stop him.

and they sure as hell don't stop walking back to class.