The time Quinn spent in the house flew by quickly. He'd been living there for a little over three months and he was used to his new routine. The dancer would get up at six o' clock sharp and take a shower, eat breakfast, get dress and head to the bus stop. His school was okay, the classes were to difficult though he absolutely hated the Gov. ll class he was forced to take. Then he'd either take the bus home, or decided to walk if the weather was a bit cooler. Quinn, once he got to house, Patrick was usually be outside walking his way from the store on the sidewalk and Moira was already in the house cleaning. The young teen would chat with Patrick outside the house before going inside to do whatever homework he had. Then Gunther came to do his check of the place and leave without making too much of a conversation.
After the blonde left, Patrick came by almost every day. The two would sit in the kitchen, or hang outside in the shade. He admit the kiss they somewhat shared a few weeks ago still crossed his mind, but Patrick hadn't done anything like that again or even brought it up. He had noticed that Moira wasn't to fond of him, which had him a bit concern that the two would end fighting and leave him in an awkward position. But today was Moira's day off and Gunther had already come over and checked up on him, he was also now given an allowance. Apparently his uncle trusted him enough to give him money for new clothes and other supplies. Gunther had been gone for over a hour, and today being Friday had hoped Patrick would come over a bit earlier than normal. He didn't like being in the house all alone. At least that was what he thought.
It was six o'clock by the time he heard the door bell ring. Quinn jumped up from the couch where he was watching some sappy cartoon show. He raced over to the door, stumbling a bit because he only had socks on his feet. Opening the oak door he saw Patrick standing there with his usual smile on his face. "Hey pup." Patrick said as he entered the house. Quinn could help but smile bright at his adopted nickname. "So what do feel like doing tonight?" Quinn asked and Patrick had to restrain himself from saying 'You.' Instead he reached into a small bag he had brought with him. He pulled a few movies, horror ones. "In for a scary movie marathon?" He asked and smirked to himself as Quinn nodded his slowly. The kid really was like a puppy, scared of scary movies, is a sucker for something sweet and loves Patrick's presence. The sun was just about to set as Quinn pulled back the curtains in the living room.
Patrick placed one of the movies in the DVD player and watched as Quinn moved the couch around so they could sit in the same place. 'Prefect.' Patrick thought to himself. "Do you want a blanket? And m-maybe some food?" He asked him. Patrick nodded his head and turned back to the tv, pausing the previews, knowing the other liked to watch them. Quinn made his way to the kitchen and got out a bag of popcorn, placing it in the microwave he then got out his favorite strawberry treats that Patrick made just for him. The young teen then pour two glasses of soda and walked back into the room and placed the items down on the living room table. "The popcorn will be done in a minute." He told him. Patrick nodded his head and stood up and went over to the couch to sit on it. Patrick noticed how Quinn stood there staring at him, and looked up at him, which startled him a bit. "Ah, I'm gonna go change into some sweats." He said quickly and left to go change.
Once he was out of sight Patrick gave a soft laugh to himself. Over the pass few months, he noticed Quinn's staring at him. Usually it was at his chest or face, but a few times he noticed how his eyes would glance lower, just below the belt. Up in the master bedroom Quinn was looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. He messed with his hair a little bit and chewed absentmindedly at his lower lip. Quinn really liked Patrick and wanted to be closer to Patrick but he had no experience with flirting with men. All he did was stare and do practically anything he said. Sighing to himself he walked back into the bedroom and pulled out a pair of blue and white plaid briefs and a dark navy blue tank top. Before he left the room he grabbed an oversized spare blanket and carried it down the stairs. He noticed Patrick was still in his spot and had his eyes shut, his eyes fluttered over to the steaming blow of freshly popped popcorn.
When he looked back up at Patrick he was smiling at him. "Like what you see puppy?" He asked teasing him. Quinn stuck his tongue out and sat down on the couch. Patrick laughed at the childish manner and took the blanket from Quinn. "Ready? Where's the remote?" Quinn asked looking around for it. "Over by the DVD player." Patrick said and watched closely as Quinn went to go get it. The way the briefs outline his ass and the way he bent at the waist to pick up the remote. Patrick was aware of the other's attempt to flirt, and he admit it was cute. When he got up, the tank top showed off the little dip in his back and a little bit of his hips. Once Quinn was underneath the blanket Patrick took the remote and pressed play. The only light in the room coming from the tv, and it was just enough light to see Quinn's nervous face. It was then that Patrick wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled the young boy closer to him.
About half way through the second horror movie there was one strawberry treat and both males reached out to grab it when there hands touched each other's. Quinn thought it was cheesy and sat back letting Patrick take the sweet. Focusing back on the movie Quinn was a bit surprise when the tip of the strawberry brushed over his lips. His eyes fluttered over to Patrick to see something he hadn't seen in his eyes before. Slowly he took the treat in his mouth, savoring the sweet taste and closed his eyes and let his tongue trail over the tips of Patrick's fingers. Quinn heard a deep sigh come from Patrick and before he knew it their lips hugged each other softly.
The young boy pulled back at the sudden action and stared wild eyed up at the older male. "Sorry puppy," he said and reached out to softly stroke his hair, "didn't mean to scare you, it's just..." His voice trailed off and Quinn could see the sad look in his eyes. "N-No! It's okay I just wasn't ready!" Quinn told him, his green eyes staring up at Patrick. The last thing he wanted was to hurt him. "So if I prepared you, you'd be okay?" Patrick asked him, waiting for the boy to answer him. He got a small nod in response, and that was all he needed. "Follow me." He said and paused the movie and took Quinn's hand. Patrick then grabbed the bag he had brought with him and lead the teenager up the stairs and into his room.
Quinn walked into the room and turned around to Patrick shutting the door. To be honest with himself he was completely nervous and he was sure Patrick could tell from the way his body was shivering a bit. Placing the black bag on the night stand Patrick went over and gave Quinn a soft kiss, before walking behind him. "Just relax." He told him and went up to his radio and clicked play.