-1Patrick was thrilled to be home. The air in his apartment was hot and stale but other wise it was the greatest feeling on earth. He walked over to the answering machine, nothing of any real importance. A call from a friend, his dad telling him he wanted a call when he got in, nothing that needed to be dealt with now…especially on an empty stomach. Patrick groaned suddenly regretting skipping the greasy breakfast. Patrick started for the kitchen before remembering the tightness in his jeans. He paused for a minuet before deciding that he didn't really need to eat. He walked back into the living room and picked up his phone and called his dad. He talked to him for a half an hour. Nothing important just bull shit back and forth he finally got off the phone and did the one thing he had been dreading to do all day…call Cat.
Calling people is always stressful. On the one had you hope that they don't answer but at the same time you hope they do so you wont have to make that call again. This is where Patrick was. Hopping she wasn't home that he wouldn't have to force words out of his mouth. The phone picked up on the second ring.
"Hello?"
It wasn't Cat.
"Um hi" It Was a male voice on the other end. And suddenly Patrick felt inadequate all over again.
"… Can I help you?" The Voice asked.
"Is C-c-cat there"
'What the hell!!' Patrick's brain screamed. He meant to hang the phone up not talk to this man. This wasn't part of his plan he needed to regroup he couldn't do this…but why did he just ask for her if he couldn't.
"Ya no problem let me get her"
Patrick could hear quiet talking on the other end. That has to be her room mate he thought,
"hello"
"hey Cat its Patrick"
"PATRICK! Oh my god are you home? How was your flight,"
"ya I'm home and the flight was long but air ports are always hell"
"I'm sure, so what's up studly?"
"nothing, I'm so tired, I just thought I would you know"
"ask what I was doing to night around 8?"
"yes"
"well, ill have to move some things around but yes I'm free"
"good"
"so I'll meet you at your place at 8"
"yes"
"I'll let you get some rest, ok."
"ya I need it,"
"see you tonight"
"I cant wait"
"buy"
"buy"
-click-
Patrick sighed he begin to strip his clothes as he walked to his room. It was a little after 11. 'I just need a few hours of sleep' he thought. He once again thought about grabbing something to eat. But he once again changed his mind. He didn't wanna look like complete shit when he saw Cat. He slid into bed, the covers were cool and crisp. Patrick was glad to be home. Vegas had a way of wearing a person out. Patrick felt like he hadn't slept in years.
Patrick woke up about 7 hours later. It would have been an enjoyable sleep but he had just under 2 hours to get ready. He jumped into the shower. Any other day he wouldn't be awake yet but his mind was spinning this was there first date, well not counting the fast food and movie at his place, and the sex…the wonderful sex. Patrick smiled as his hand found its way to his man hood. It didn't take much to get him excited and with in 5 minuets he had worked him self up to an orgasm. He moaned in satisfaction.
Patrick stepped out and dried off. When Patrick had finished brushing his teeth he took a step back and took a long critical look at him self. His hair hung around his face in a shaggy fashion, his gray blue eyes looked back at him blankly, his full red lips were slightly parted. His face was fuller, his chest looked softer and his stomach…it seamed rounder. He sighed. Mirrors were a terrible thing. They always showed you something you never wanted to see. Patrick shook his head and walked toward the bed room. Now Patrick was faced with an impossible task. Was there any thing left that would fit? His jeans were tight to begin with granted he was able to fit into them as of two weeks ago. But now Patrick wasn't sure if anything would fit. After trying on about four pairs of jeans Patrick settled on a pair of gray jeans. They fit and were even a bit snug but they didn't squeeze him ridiculously around his middle. He tugged on a white and orange polo shirt and a black hoodie. After rummaging through his collection of hats Patrick settled on a brown vintage fatigue hat. There was a knock at the door. Patrick paused one moment to look in the mirror before he went to answer it.
"open up its me"
"I don't know any one named me"
"come on I have to pee"
"I don't know"
"oh Patrick…I swear to God if you don't open up I'm going to pee all over your door step."
Patrick laughed as he opened the door. But the smile was wiped off of his face when he got an eye full of Cat. Cat was in a pair of black skinny jeans which hugged her around the hips perfectly. She was in a pair of cowboy boots and a tight vintage AC/DC T. It was ripped in the front giving Patrick a perfect view of her ample cleavage. He could see the black ink from her rose tattoo on her stomach. Her hair was teased and her make up was done perfectly. Patrick finally managed to close his mouth and step aside. Cat ran into the bath room leaving Patrick to collect himself one the couch. He was suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable with the way he looked. Cat looked fantastic while he looked well any thing but.
Cats eyes scanned him up and down. She couldn't fight the grin that crawled across her face, and she didn't try to. He looked adorable. Fidgeting on the arm of the couch, a few pounds heavier possibly? He had to be 'oh he look's so flawless' she thought. She felt he self grow wet and suddenly plans for dinner went out the window and now all she wanted was him. She bit her lip and slowly walked over to him. She didn't want to go out some where, she didn't want to have to share him with others. She wanted him and nothing more.
"I've been thinking?"
"ya"
"Italian food is so over done"
"oh is it?"
"oh yes"
Cat turned and faced him. He was only a few inches taller then she was. She stared straight into his eyes as she adjusted the collar of his shirt and smoothed it out with the palm of her hands.
"what else did you have in mind"
"dinner…at my place, josh wont be home tonight so we would have the place to our selves, besides I did promise you a meal. What you had planned is lovely, but you've been gone so long and I want you to my self to night"
Patrick picked up his keys and smiled at her.
"after you"
