-1Cat swung her leg over Patrick and straddled him between her firm thighs. She ran her hands through his strawberry blond hair, kissing his neck and nibbling at his ear lobs. She took his hand in hers and lead him down a small hall way to her bed room. She slowly striped her self of her clothes reveling a perfect hour glass body. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. She laid down on her bed and smiled at her young lover. Patrick fallowed her lead. Quickly kicking off his shoes and socks. He fumbled with his belt in the dim room. Cat giggled.

"Hurry up stud or I'll have to start with out you."

Patrick kicked his jeans off and tossed them aside. He started to remove his shirt then paused. It wouldn't impair there love making to leave it on. Besides he couldn't wait any longer the hot throbbing pressure between his legs was becoming unbearable, if he waited any longer he was sure he would loose his mind. Slipping off his boxers he started toward the bed fully erect.

He crawled on top of Cat cupping her breasts in his hands and kissing her chest. She moaned softly "please"

Patrick grinned, she was at his mercy, and he liked it oh god how he wanted her. But not yet he thought not just yet. Patrick teased her for the better have of 5 minuets until she screamed.

"I NEED YOU NOW! TAKE ME! TAKE ME!"

And with that she rolled over on him, pinning his hands down and kissing his neck. She started the pull his shirt off and this time he was glad to help her.

She felt like heaven, every inch of her was pure ecstasy. They made love like they would never see each other again. Patrick worked her up to 3 screaming orgasms before he too erupted with pleasure. He laid down next to her breathing quick shallow breaths.

They were drenched in sweat and exhausted. Patrick felt like he could sleep for days but he knew he had a plane to catch.

"I need to go soon"

"I know"

Cat laid her head on his chest, and let out a sigh.

Patrick's head was swimming with thoughts. Was it possible to fall in love so quickly? He had never believed in love at first sight, but Cat she was like a cool breeze on a hot day. How was it a girl he barley knew could make him feel invincible?

"Its getting late,"

"hum"

"you'll miss your plane"

"maybe I should"

"no you cant do that"

"why not,"

"because"

"your right" Patrick sighed as he sat up. "where are my clothes?"

"umm, turn on the light you'll be able to see better"

That was one thing Patrick was not excited to do. Even in the dim lit room, you could clearly see his stomach protruding. He took a deep breath and stood up holding in his stomach a little and glanced around the room for his jeans and shirt.

Cat giggled getting a nice view of his round tight ass and muscular thighs.

"I think I through your shirt over there"

Sure enough there it was, his gray t shirt laying in the far corner of the room on top of an old green beat up converse. He quickly pulled the shirt over his head at the sound of Cats giggling. He turned around and smiled back at her. As his mind strained to remember where he was when he took his pants (and most importantly under where). He spotted them; laying in a in a pile just in front of the door. Patrick was on cloud nine, he wanted nothing more but to stay with Cat but he had a plane to catch in about 55 minuets. He still had to go home and shower and change not to mention pack. He wasn't eve sure how long he would be gone. He pulled up his jeans and buttoned and zipped them, they were a tad snug but he really didn't mind, nothing could bring his mood down. Cat pulled her self out of bed and staggered over to Patrick wrapping her arms around him and pushing he breasts into his back. Just then the door flung open.

"hey skunk bag" yelled a voice from the other room.

A slim dark haired man walked in. He had a bit of stubble on his cheeks. He was lean and had a slight muscular build to him. His brown eyes sparkled brightly out from under full brows. In simple terms he was handsome. He caught sight of Cat and Patrick and a look of apology crossed his face.

"Oh sorry kids, I didn't know you two were getting busy"

"No, its ok josh, we were just saying good bye. Walk you to the door," Cat picked up a bath robe off the floor and pulled it over her slim shoulders.

"who's that?"

"my room mate josh," she whispered in his ear "don't worry he's as gay as a rind stone cowboy"

"really"

"oh ya, you'll have to watch out though, don't think I didn't see the way he was eyeing you"

"he's not my type"

"he's every ones type, but any way you'll call me when you get there right?"

"ya and every other chance I get."

She leaded in to kiss Patrick, there lips parted and with one last good buy Patrick headed down the stairs and out to his car. The wind whipped through his hair. 'wait that's not right' he reached up and touched his soft yet messy hair. 'shit, shit, shit, shit' Patrick had forgotten his hat at Cats house. He turned around and looked back by now he was almost to his car. 'fuck it' he thought he looked at his phone 45 minuets. He sighed he would have to get his hat back later, he was much to tired to climb back up those stairs to see her. Plus his time was running out, he needed to get going if he wanted to make the flight.

When Patrick got home he rushed around throwing clothes and every thing else he might need in a suit case, in another bag he put his lap top cell phone charger and ipod. He paused debating if he should bring his guitar or not, another glance at the time told him he needed to leave now. Patrick decided that Pete wouldn't mind if he smelled but he did feel bad for the person he had to sit next to on the plane. Patrick had just made the plane. Thankfully the airport wasn't crowded and he got through security relatively quick. He had to run through the terminal to make it on board. The plane only had about 15 other people on it and Patrick had no problem moving to an empty row so he could lay down. As soon as he sat down exhaustion took over. Patrick was able to get a few hours of sleep on the plane. But mainly he just thought about Cat. The captain announced that they would be landing in fifteen minuets. Patrick sat up and ran his fingers through his hair and re-adjusted a gray Von Dutch hat on his head. Still a bit upset he had left his hat at Cats house.

He waited 25 minutes to get his bag. It was really the only part of flying he hated. After he finally got his bag he slowly made his was out of the air port that he had gotten to know so well. Pete told him he would be out front and sure enough there he was leaning up against his car and typing away on his side kick. It was warm in Vegas, hell it was hot. Especially compared to the chilly Chicago weather. Patrick felt sweat start to trickle down the back of his neck.

"sup stumpy"

"you know I hate that"

"sorry, how was your flight?"

"not to bad" Patrick said as he tossed his bags in the back and climbed in.

"that's good, I hope you don't need to go to the hotel for any thing, I was planning on just going to work"

"I figured as much, its no problem, I'm in desperate need of a shower but you can deal."

"I was wondering what that smell was"

Pete didn't exaggerate when he said things hadn't been going well. Pete was a hard ass when it came to work. Any thing he put his name on had to be good. He wouldn't let his friends sound mediocre. Luckily Patrick was there to be the good guy, and cool him down. After a big argument between Pete and Ryan. Patrick had to tell him to go get some air and take a few minuets to chill out. Ryan was laughing.

"ok I think were done here to night"

"GOD Pete is such a drama queen"

"Maybe if you guys would quit fucking off we would have gotten some thing done." Patrick begin to shut down the sound boards and turn off the recording equipment. Ryan's jaw hung open. He was knew Patrick would never choose any one over Pete but he at least thought he would agree with him.

"sorry Patrick"

"its fine, tomorrows another day. But I'm not the one you have to apologize to. I'll see you guys in the morning"

Pete was sitting on a bench out side the studio. He looked pissed. Now would be a good time to tease the hell out of him.

"we have a problem"

"what now" Pete snapped.

Patrick reached over and took Pete's coffee from him and slowly too a sip (a rather dramatic sip)

"were pregnant and I'm keeping the baby"

Pete's dark eyes burned into Patrick. Then a smile crept across his face.

"your such a fag"

"ya but I'm your fag"

"ready to go?"

"oh ya I've been thinking of that hot shower all night"

Patrick locked the bath room door, and checked it and double checked it then checked it once more. Patrick didn't like to be bothered when he was taking showers. It didn't matter if you were about to shit your self or if you were bleeding to death. That door would not open until he was finished with his shower. After about an hour and a half the water began to run cold Patrick was forced to come out. Using a big fluffy white towel he dried off glancing at his self in the mirror, he felt good. For once in his life he was ok with what he saw (granted he was red from the hot water). Until he noticed some thing. He had left his clothes in his bag on the bed.

"fuck" he whispered under his breath. Ya he was feeling better about him self but not that good. Pete had a flawless body, while Patrick's was well flawed. He didn't think he could walk out there in just a towel but then again Pete would bust his balls for a year if he had to ask him to bring him his clothes. He stood there staring at the door.

'fuck it' he thought. Pete was his best friend he wouldn't ever say some thing about his weight. Besides Pete went to go get dinner so if he hurried there was a good chance he wasn't back yet. How ever his luck had run out Pete was back but didn't take a look up from his phone.

"hope you don't mind Chinese"

"no that's fine" Patrick yelled as he pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a t shirt.

"good"

"Wow that looks good, you know I didn't realize until now how hungry I was" Patrick's eye bulged as he stared at the assortment of take out boxes.

"like wise"

"what time is it?" Patrick asked with a face full of chow main.

"almost two"

Patrick just nodded. He was hungry and right now this Chinese food was the only thing he cared about. The last thing he had eaten was a late breakfast and his afternoon was a bit vigorous. Patrick happily worked his way through 2 cartons of Chinese and then some a sharp twinge in his stomach alerted him that he was full. He let out a deep sigh and leaned back on the couch trying to relive some of the pressure on his stomach.

"You weren't kidding about being hungry,"

"no I wasn't" Patrick said sitting up and trying to find a more comfortable position for his bloated belly. He felt a little weird about gorging him self in fount of Pete but then he realized Pete had eaten just as much if not more then he had.

"Ryan called and said sorry for being such a dick"

"that's good"

"ya, what did you say?"

"me?"

"yes you, Ryan normally wouldn't come crawling back until at least 3 days"

"Ya maybe I did say some thing what's it matter"

"thanks, they'll listen to you"

"probably not, ugh its almost 3, what time do we have to get up,"

"they will be there at the crack of dawn"

"your kidding right Pete, I haven't slept in like 3 days and-"

"trick trick trick relax I never said we had to be there at dawn,"

"Oh so your gonna just torture the hell out of them"

"yes hold on I'm gonna call him,

"Ryan, yes its Pete who else would it be, ok about tomorrow, I need you guys up there at 6, err wait better make it five I have a lot of stuff I wanna get done. O and if you guys aren't warmed up and ready when I get there I promise you there will be another band taking your place on my label"

-click-

Patrick erupted in a fit of side splitting laughter and Pete quickly joined in.

"your such a bitch"

"I know"

"there gonna be pissed when we roll in like 5 hours late"

"fuck them"

"lets"

"so you and cat?"

"me and cat" Patrick took a swing of his coke

"tell me more"

"I really like her,"

"go on"

"she's an artist, she's ridiculously beautiful, she's, fun, sexy"

"you're falling in love"

"I think I am"

"dose she know-"

"ya ya I told her"

"I need to met her before it gets serious"

"ok dad"

"no really, did you guys use protection"

"Pete come on stop"

"no I mean it, I'm only worried about you, don't get me wrong trick I'm glad you're ok but you haven't been your self lately and you wont even tell me why."

Patrick was quiet he wasn't sure Pete would understand what was going on in his head. And even if he did what would he say. It made Patrick feel like shit to see Pete going out of his way for him. He felt dirty, and a little sick. How was he going to tell Pete what had been wrong. If he did it could ruin the friend ship they had, but not doing it was straining the tight bond they had.