Richie was hiding from Patrick ever since there weird meeting last week. He was avoiding him as much as possible. So far, Patrick hadn't told anyone about Richie's weird kink. Not even the losers' club. Richie was currently hiding behind a locker at the end of the hall staring at Hockstetter.
"What are you doing?" Eddie's voice interrupted his thoughts. Richie jumped a little, not expecting him to be there.
"N-nothing, Eds. What's up?"
"Why have you been sneaking around all day?" Eddie asked, "You're being weird."
"Am not. I'm fine...it's nothing."
Patrick came up behind Richie, trying to hear what he was saying to the other loser. He knew Tozier was avoiding him and he knew exactly why. Once Eddie noticed Patrick he grabbed Richie's hand interrupting his joke about Eddie's mom. Patrick looked at Eddie and muttered, "Beat it, loser." Eddie looked at Richie expecting him to follow him.
"Why are you looking at him? I told you to go away." Patrick yelled.
"Eds, just go. I'll be okay."
Eddie looked at him sadly. He wished in that moment that he told Patrick to fuck off, but he wasn't as brave as Richie.
"Eds..." Richie said grabbing his hand, "I will be fine. Just go, okay. This has nothing to do with you and you can't do anything for me."
"I hate to break up this gay lovefest, but it's time to beat it."
"Fuck off, Hockstetter." Richie yelled venomously.
Eddie scrambled away while Patrick pushed Richie into the locker. He looked down at the younger boy before him, catching site of the burn he left on the back of his neck. Patrick smiled fiercely.
"You want me to tell your boyfriend about what I did to you last week?" he sneered.
"No... he can't find out. He can never find out." Richie panicked, "I'll do anything, please. I thought we made a deal."
"Lower your voice." Patrick whispered looking around, "Same place as last time. I want another blow job."
Patrick watched as the last of the students ran down the hall. He moved closer to Richie and licked the shell of his ear. Richie shuddered underneath him.
"See you soon, Tozier." Patrick laughed looking down at Richie's hard on before walking away.
After Richie assured Eddie that he was okay, he made his way towards the shortcut to meet Patrick. It wasn't like he enjoyed the attention that Patrick was giving him. He just wanted him to keep his mouth shut. No one at school could find out that he liked to be burned. He didn't want anyone at school to find out including his friends, especially Eddie. He didn't want Eddie to find out what a loser he really was. Richie felt helpless. He knew that he couldn't do anything about meeting Patrick. He knew that if he stood him up he would tell someone. He walked towards the building where they met last expecting to find Patrick, but he was nowhere to be found.
"On your knees, Trashmouth." Patrick stated walking up the path. Richie did what he was told, waiting for Patrick to stand before him. As soon as Patrick was in front of him he unzipped his jeans unlike last time when he made Richie do it himself. He pulled at the back of Richie's neck and Richie took him into his mouth. Very much like the first time he wasn't sure how to set the pace, but eventually he was almost yearning for it. He was moaning and sucking with such vigor that Patrick was so close.
"F-Fuck...just like that. Don't fucking stop." Patrick hissed. Richie looked up at him and saw that he was enjoying this more than last time. Patrick looked absolutely wasted and it turned Richie on just a bit. He scolded himself as soon as he realized he was enjoying this. Richie shouldn't be enjoying this, after all he was pretty much being forced. He was buying Patrick's silence. Before Patrick came he muttered Richie's name. Richie swallowed and looked up at him. Before he could say anything, Patrick was pushing himself into his jeans and zipping them.
"Well...see ya." Richie said walking away. Patrick grabbed his hand before he could go far and Richie looked at him confused.
"Lay down." Patrick sighed, "Before I change my mind."
Before Richie knew it, he was walking home with burns everywhere. Patrick did a number on him. Richie even had a burn just below his ear. He was sore, but at the time everything felt great. A few weeks after him and Patrick got together again to have some more fun when Patrick said something that surprised him.
"Tell me I make you feel good."
"What?" Richie asked hesitantly.
"Tell me...that I make you feel good." Patrick said sternly leaning down just a little where he was met with Richie's hard on.
"Uh...mmm you make me feel good." Richie moaned.
Patrick laughed sticking his lighter into his thigh. Richie came with a sharp jolt.
"Not that it matters, but why do you care if you make me feel good or not?" Richie asked watching him get dressed. They had been doing this so long they both brought a change of clothes and eventually a blanket. Things got messy really quickly. Patrick was throwing on his shirt when he finally answered.
"I don't care." Patrick muttered, "It was just something I said. Like in the moment, ya know."
"Oh..." Richie said. He almost looked sad. He would never admit it, but he was starting to like this. Patrick was an asshole sure, but sometimes usually after he came he would do something nice. Little things that Richie liked. Sometimes he would grab his waist or his hand and when he was in a particularly good mood he would rub circles into Richie's back while he got dressed.
"Getting soft on me, Tozier?" Patrick laughed.
"No... fuck off." Richie muttered before making his way home.
Richie was confused about their relationship. He didn't know what to make of it. They were getting together more often, at least twice a week now. Richie knew they weren't a couple, but Patrick was acting weirder than usually. Richie knew he was only being used for sex...well oral sex. It was like Patrick couldn't get enough.
The next day was similar, school rushed by in a blur. After last period Richie rushed off to their spot. He didn't know why but he was excited. This kink was turning him into a real loser. He couldn't get enough and if he was honest with himself he never wanted it to end. Patrick was sitting on the blanket waiting for him.
"Hey." Richie said sitting down. Richie looked around and he realized that he was surround by cups and plates.
"Hey." Patrick muttered, "I didn't expect you this early."
"Oh, well I got out of class early. What's all this?" Richie asked smiling slightly.
"Don't make this a big deal. I was hungry so I got pizza. That's it." Patrick said looking anywhere but Richie.
"Well... I like pizza." Richie smiled. Their eyes met. Patrick sighed pushing a plate towards him.
"Just eat Trashmouth." Patrick said.
The next few days were equally weird. Patrick was beginning to be nicer to him and he didn't hate it. Yesterday Patrick kissed his neck, just under his ear and the day before Patrick offered to walk him home. Richie was mad at himself. He knew he should hate being with Patrick, but a part of him didn't. He actually grew to like him. They actually listened to similar music and they had a few other things in common. Richie wondered how Patrick felt. He wasn't the easiest person to read.
Richie's thoughts were jumbled, in fact the next day at school he wasn't even watching where he was going and as he rounded the corner he saw Patrick standing with the rest of the Bowers' gang. They were all laughing about something Patrick was saying. He couldn't hear very well, so he tried to get closer.
"So, Patrick, you haven't told us about your new girlfriend yet." Belch was saying.
"Well..." Patrick laughed a little.
"Yeah, tell us..." Henry said, "does she give good head?" They all laughed.
"Let's just say it's intense." Patrick continued, "I love it when my girl deep throats."
Richie froze. He heard them all laughing. Laughing at him. He was the one who was technically blowing Patrick, unless he had a girl. That's impossible, Richie thought, we spend so much time together. A tear slid down his cheek. I'm so dumb, of course he doesn't like me the way I like him. It was just a deal they had set up.
Richie wiped his face. He left the school walking all the way home. Once he got home he went to his room and laid down. Richie was so depressed he didn't wake up until the next morning. He got dressed without thinking. At this point Richie didn't care he had no one to look good for. No one cared. Not Patrick, not anyone. Fuck Patrick Hockstetter.
Patrick found him after gym class. He shoved him into the bathroom making sure that they were the only two inside before locking the door.
"What the fuck!" Patrick yelled making Richie flinch, "Where were you yesterday? I didn't see you. I got worried."
"Yeah right." Richie yelled, "You don't give a fuck about me. No one does."
Patrick looked at him seriously. He frowned and grabbed Richie. He hugged him and began rubbing circles on him back.
"Is that what you think?" Patrick kissed his neck. Richie pushed him away.
"Fuck off. Why don't you kiss your girlfriend instead?" Richie yelled leaving the bathroom. He didn't see Patrick the rest of the day and things were probably better that way. Richie wasn't sure if he was mad about Patrick possibly having a girlfriend or if he was mad that the Bowers gang' considered him Patrick's girlfriend. Oh god, they probably all know. Richie suddenly couldn't wait to go home. He didn't want to see anyone, not even his friends. The bell rang and Richie began making his way towards the front doors. Before he could make it there, Patrick pulled him into the art room.
"What do you want?" Richie asked. Patrick looked down at him and laughed.
"You know that you're my girlfriend, right?" Patrick laughed at the face Richie made. "Well... my boyfriend. Obviously." Richie stayed silent, so Patrick continued.
"Look, the guys started asking me where I was disappearing to. I didn't want them following me so, I told them I had a girlfriend." Patrick stated.
"So... they don't know that I'm your 'girlfriend'?" Richie asked.
"Not unless you told them." Patrick smiled slyly, "Now can we have fun?"
Richie pouted. He was still in a sour mood.
"Come on Richie... I've always wanted to get head in the art room."
Richie rolled his eyes, but started unbuckling Patrick's belt. He didn't feel better about the situation, but at least Bowers didn't know. Patrick could sense Richie's attitude, so he pushed his hands away. Richie looked up confused, until Patrick began unzipping his pants. Patrick picked him up and placed him on the desk and pulled down his underwear. Patrick smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Richie took a deep breath, this was the first time Patrick ever did this. Richie realized in that moment things were more complicated then he originally thought.