"Pete, how is it going with you 'nd Rick?" Joe slurs, he's a bit tipsy and very obnoxious. I straighten out my shirt and shrug "pretty good dude, you and Andy?" He hums and takes a sip from his red solo cup, beer mixed with red bull  "good good... He's super good in bed and shit his hips are like, a blessing from hell." I shake my head and grab his silo cup, handing him my cold water "drink this and why a blessing from hell?" Joe giggles and takes a sip from the water "It's cause I'm gay" he whispers then bursts into a fit of giggles. I shake my head and drag him over to Brendon "you're turn with babysitting, I gotta find Patrick."

     I drift into the crowd of unknown teenage faces and sweaty bodies, looking around for my boyfriend. I see his blonde head of perfectly styled hair heading towards me, bottle of water in his hand and his phone in the other. "Babe, I got called in, I am so so sorry. I swear I'll make it up to you and I'll send someone to pick you guys up" His accent is thicker than ever. He glanced at the time on his phone and gives me a chaste peck on the lips before he disappears from my sight.

      Melting back into the crowd, I stare at the door where he had just left. Some kid that is probably twice the size of me pushes me into a crowd of teenage girls. Some red drink spills all over my white button up and I fly to the floor. "Mr. Wentz, are you alright?" One of the girls asks, I have never seen her, but I'm guessing she knows Bronx. .I help myself up and dust my black jeans off "I'm fine, don't worry." Fuck I'm supposed to be chaperoning not falling over on kids and getting their drinks all over myself. Ray comes rushing over and gives me a look of disappointment "you ok?" I nod and grab the napkin in his hand to wipe the excess drink off my shirt. He shakes his head and pulls me out of the crowd. "Dude, there are kids outside smoking weed and making out, you're job to bust them" He grins and points me towards the exit of the gym.

      "Dec? Sam? Jesus Christ, what are you doing out here.... Smoking? Fucking hell Declan wait till your fucking father finds out about this!"  I exclaim when I see the two boys sitting on the ground with their backs against the school building both with a blunt between their fingers, smoke rising into the black sky. Declan looks up at me and I see tears staining his face, Sam's arm is wrapped around him. I sigh and sink down on the ground next to them. "He left again didn't he?" Declan asks, then takes another long drag. I sigh again (God knows how many times I've done that this evening) then nod "he got called in, he said he was sorry." He bursts into tears and Sam rubs his back. "Dec I know you hate him leaving and I hate it just as much, but we really can't change anything, I mean he loves his job and wouldn't give it u—" "He loves his job more than me" Declan interrupts me and leans on Sam a bit more.

        I shake my head and grab the blunt from his fingers, hold it to my mouth and take a nice long drag. "Dec, he loves you so much, don't ever think that he loves his job more than you. Now let's talk about where you got this fucking weed, cause it's good shit." Sam chuckles and raises his hand "My dad has a stash for his anxiety disorder." I raise my eyebrows at the lanky kid "rebel, just like your dad." Sam grins and Declan giggles. "You kids go smoke in Brendon's car" I stick my hand into my back pocket and pull out a handful of car keys, I grab the keys to Brendon's Range Rover and hand them to Sam. "I want them back by the end of the night and don't have sex in his car." Declan smiles and hugs me, I return the smile and hug back. Then him and Sam run off, hands latched together and Sam's blunt still not fully smoked and its grey clouds mixing with the black evening sky. I throw my finished blunt onto the floor and stomp it out.

      Once I'm back in the gym Ray come up to me and hands me a plastic bag "we are starting to pick up the shit their kids left." I groan and snatch the bag from him, sticking my tongue out at the taller man. Ray laughs at my child-like behavior, I grabs a few crushed cans of coke from the floor and stuff them into the bag. "Where's your good looking boyfriend?" He asks while crumpling up a few empty chip bags. "Got called to work, what about you Toro, huh? How are you and Gee's brother?" He blushes and continues to stuff trash into the black bag "we are good, he's beautiful dude. Not yet dating but I think I might ask him soon." I see the smile on his face, he is so happy which he deserves. "What does Junior think of him?" Ray shrugs and grabs a can of root beer, opening it and taking a sip "He's not a fan, but he'll be fine, just stubborn." I chuckle and close my bag "I know what that's like." Ray raises his eyebrows and tosses me a can of Sprite, which I catch and crack open "me and my stepfather didn't start off on a good hand, but then we learned to live with each other." Ray nods and grabs my bag "I'll take these out, you make sure nobody gets pregnant while 'dancing'" and with that he leaves.

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"I bet he forgot about us" Declan groans, his tie is undone and his shirt has the top five buttons undone, his red-blond hair is messy and his glasses are on the top of his head. Bronx is sitting on  the pavement next to me, his dress shirt is stained with who knows what and his messy curls are getting held up by his tie. He's a sob show because James with making out with Bandit and saw them, and it was right after he told James that he liked him. Now his head was in my lap and I switched off my phone. "Mother fucker, I called him nine times and it went straight to voice mail every time!" I huff out a sigh of frustration and wrap my finger's around Bronx's curls. He hums and lets another tear roll down his cheek and splash onto my jeans. Declan leans on me slightly and I wrap my arm around his shoulders.

      After another twenty minutes the bright headlights of an SUV blind us and the engine of the car is killed off. Both of my boys look up and the front door opens, Patrick emerges. He's still wearing his scrubs and his hair is a mess. "Fuck, guys I'm so sorry." He mumbles over his breath and runs over to us. Declan is pulled out of his sleepy state and sits up a bit straighter, Bronx doesn't move, he just yawns. Declan stands up, walks straight past his father, he doesn't look at him, he just gets into the car. I tuck my arms underneath Bronx's back and legs and pick him up. "I'm really pissed at you 'Trick" I tell him, staring into his green eyes that are laced with blue and tiny specks of gold. He nods and gives me the second chaste kiss of the night. Bronx sighs into my chest as I set him in the back seat next to Declan. I climb into the passenger's seat and watch Patrick clench the steering wheel. His knuckles are white as the car lurches forwards and he drives out of the school parking lot.

        "Pete you can't stay mad at me forever" Patrick hisses under his breath as I help him remove Bronx's clothes and change him into pajamas. I shoot him a death glare and pull him out of Bronx's room while shutting the door softly. "I'm not pissed  Patrick, I'm just stressed okay?" He shakes his head and pins me against the wall and attacks my neck, it's not out of love, its lust. Patrick was never one for love making, he was the fuck you till your raw kind of guy and I wasn't up for that tonight. I can feel a bruise forming on my neck where Patrick has been sucking and nibbling. "B-babe, not tonight, I'm not up for it" I push him away and stumble into our bedroom. He follows me and starts to strip his dirty scrubs off. I pull off my stained shirt and my jeans, flopping onto the bed. I crawl to Patrick's side of the bed and hug his pillow. Patrick disappears into the bathroom and doesn't return for twenty minutes, by then I'm all most dosed off, but am awaken by Patricks soft hand traveling down my back.

          I am pulled out of my trance and turn over. "You alright?" His voice is soft but has a hint of worry in it. I moan into his pillow when he squeezes my butt, he sits on the bed and his hands roam my body again. "Pete, what's up?" I feel his soft and warm body settle next to mine, he's wearing boxer briefs and his firm chest is right up next to the side of mine. "Mm I'm so tired kid, lemme sleep please" I mumble and feel our soft comforter, get pulled over our bodies, Patrick move me so that I'm laying on my side and wraps his arms around my chest then presses his crotch to my ass. "I'm sorry for leaving out of the blue, I didn't want to" he mumbles into the back of my neck. I melt under his soft touch, I can feel his heart beat and hear his steady breathing. He presses a kiss to the back of my neck and my eyes flutter shut, sleep falls upon me.

an: I'm writing a sequel to thankspatrick s single dads club and I hope its half as good as hers