Patrick burried his face in Pete's body as the sun shined threw the window. He hated the sun for another reason, He hated it because it woke his Petey from his sleep, then he wouldn't be able to cuddle him anymore. " 'tricky baby. It's time to get up my love." He groaned, he'd love nothing more then to sleep with Pete forever. "NOOO!" His voice was muffled by blankets and Pete's skin.

"Come on kitten, you can't lay here all day, I have to go to class and work." He groaned, it made Pete smiled. He burried his face under the the blankets to find his boyfriends face, well not his boyfriend. Sure they'd kiss, hug cuddle, call each other 'baby' and 'babe', sleep together in a non sexual way, and other relationship things. But they were deffinantly not dating yet, neither of them asked eacher.

Pete kissed Patrick and Patrick kissed back. Patrick pulled Pete's body close as he climbed on top of him. Pete groaned as Patrick grind into him, making him hard. "Fuck.." Pete said breathily. Patrick kissed Pete's neck and chest feeling extreamly turned on as well as Pete. "Baby! We cant do this now. I have class in twenty minutes!" Patrick whined. "Fine, but at least shower before you go.."

Pete grinned. "Why?" He asked teasingly. "Because I care about my Petey's hygiene." Patrick anwered. "Yeah?" He asked. Patrick nodded, "Well then shower with me please, cause I care about yours too you know." Patrick shrugged. "I showered two days ago I'll be fine.." Pete found that answer strange. Now that he thought about it, Patrick spent little to no time in the bathroom, he was always quick when he had to us it or he used public bathrooms to do his buissness.

"What do you have against the bathroom?" He asked, he sat up now; Patricks legs wrapped around his waist. "I-nothing...I dont want to talk about it..." Pete took his hands into his. "You can tell me anything angel, it's okay of you want to trust me.." Pete kissed the boys head.

"Would it be better or worse if I asked you to shower with me?" Pete asked. Patrick shrugged, "Better.." Pete smiled. "Would you like to?" Patrick nodded slightly. Pete grabbed his hand and rushed to the bathroom. Pete took his clothes off first to reassure Patrick's safety with him.

Patrick then began to undress too. He got in after Pete; Pete being behind him and Patrick getting the water head. Pete kissed Patrick's back, holding the younger man tightly in his grasp. He didn't care about Patrick's insecurities. His body was hot, and it has been the only body to make him as hard as he did, not even Mikey's did that to him.

Pete licked Patricks back, something didn't feel right. Something felt like a scar, Pete took a slight step back seeing a whole lot of them imprinted on his back; long ones, short ones, deep ones, shallow ones, it made Pete's heart dropped. He couldn't speak, he didn't want to, it was prabably something he didn't want to talk about, so he wouldn't.

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After the shower both boys dressed and then Pete left; kissing his love good bye. Then Patrick got ready for his after-noon classes.

When Pete got home he half expected to see Patrick sleeping on the couch, or studying. Instead he saw a tall man, standing in Patrick's room, he looked around. "Can I help you?" Pete said. "Oh, yes. Have you seen Patrick?" The tall dude said. "Um yeah, this morning, he's in his after noon class right now..What do you want from him?" Pete asked.

"He's my boyfrend...I just missed him and wanted to see him again" Pete's stomach twisted, Patrick lied. He had a boyfriend and he lead him on big time, he hurt him. "Um he should be back soon if you want to wait." The man shook his head, "I'll just come back when he's here." Pete nodded.

The guy soon left, Pete began to stress, sitting on the couch and ran his hands threw his hair. What the hell was he gonna say. Patrick was a cheater! Patrick hurt him, and will potentionally hurt the man he was dating. He felt so hurt, why would Patrick do this to him?

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"Petey?!" Patrick giggled as he ran up to the man he loved the most and hugged him, he kissed his face. Pete pushed him away, and automatically Patrick knew something was up. "You okay Petey?" Pete cringed hearing him be called that. "Dont...You lied to me." Pete said angrily. Patrick was confused, what did he lie about?

"Um what?" Patrick said. "You fucking cheater, you are good, you really are." Hurt shot threw him. "What are you talking about Peter?" Patrick asked calmly, the good mood was gone. "A guy came in and he said he was your boyfriend." Patricks eye's widened. Not because it was true.

But because that man wasn't his boyfriend, Pete was, or at least he thought he was. "P-Pete, that man isn't my boyfriend...He was-" Patrick began to bawl as he ran to his room. That was one of the things he was sensitive about. Pete felt like a moron, he threw that in his face, asking no questions first. He just assumed; this was his fault and he'd have to apologize, He's been apologizing to Patrick a lot lately.

He wondered if Patrick knew he meant every apology. He walked to his door and opened it, Patrick had bed in a corner crying. Pete walked in and sat in front of Patrick, "I'm sorry....I know I say those two words a lot...but I always mean it when I say it baby...." He leaped into Pete's arms crying harder as he burries his face in Pete's neck. Pete rubbed his back comfortingly, he felt so bad. "H-he WAS my boyfriend...he was my roomate.." Patrick said softly.

Pete nodded, "Can I asked what happened?" Patrick nodded. "We met my Freshman year of highschool, nothing but good friends at the time. Our Junior year we started- we started dating. He was scared to l-leave me alone, going to college and all, so we went togeter, he had a lot of the same studies but then he changed to major in art...he adored it. He liked Photography mostly..."

He took a deep breathe as the pinch started, but not as bad as they usually are. "H-he....He started doing drugs and drinking more, I think he wanted to be like his peers and got carried away.. But he became abusive...he wasn't.." Patrick began to tear up, he was sad. "He wasn't the same Dally Bear I loved. He was nothing but a monster to me..."

"O-One night-" The pinch increased. "All of his friends were drinking...doing hard drugs..I was drinking a little to much myself...They had all pulled me into a room where-where they-" Patrick sobbed, Pete was so heart broken. He rubbed his back holding him tightly, "It's okay, he won't ever hurt you again, not while im here.." Pete said.

Patrick nodded as he began to breathe. "They rolled up my sleeve and they shot my up with heroine...I not only had a bad trip but they rapped me...They went to shoot me up again but almost overdosed..." Pete's voice squeaked holding back tears. " 'Trick I had-...I had no idea, if I known what that creep did I Would have.. I would killed him." Pete said.

"T-they also um...a few days after that...he...he hung me up in the bathroom, with hand-cuffs..I-I don't know what happened..but I woke up there...Dallon...he walked in and he whipped me, over, and over, and over...hours, I tried to scream but my mouth was stuffed with a sock, he did it for his photography, I-I was in so much pain and he did it for his ART!" The pinch in his his skull was worse then ever but he ignored it. "He told me when we first started dating...he'd never, ever hurt me....he lied..."

Patrick stood up and pulled down his pants to show Pete the iron branding he received, it was a letter 'D' as in 'Dallon'. "H-He said I was his property, his toy...his 'bitch' that I could never get away from him no matter how hard I tried...students started to complain about him, that's the only reason he was kicked out of my dorm. There was a long time that I spent alone before you came." Is all Patrick could say, he felt a million times stronger.