Patrick & dylan

Chapter 7

Paris was really upset. He and Dylan began talking about each other and Paris told Dylan what a terrible boyfriend he was and how he was always hurting me. Dylan punched him in the nose and it started to bleed. Paris broke a picture frame trying to hit Dylan back.

Dylan shoved the money at Paris and took the pizzas after shoving him out of the apartment. "I'm so fucking pissed." Dylan said, growled really.

"I'm pissed too!" Kyle shouted.

"Kyle, take this pizza to our room and watch your damn mouth." I plated four slices, which he wouldn't finish, and sent him to our room.

"Dylan, it's not a big deal."

"Patrick, he's right." He had been stuffing down pizza like he hadn't eaten in days. "I only hurt you," he mumbled.

"No you don't. You do what you do to help me."

"Did it help you when I was running late to meet you and you got locked in a closet?" He put the crust of the first slice from the second pizza in his mouth.

"You didn't know that would happen" I said, defending him.

"But it's my fault."

"Dylan, let's just forget about all of that."

"You are too good to me." I smiled.

"You're too good to Kyle." We both laughed.

"Want to sleep over my place tonight?"

"Okay." I groaned. "We have to wait for my mother to get home."

"Fine with me," he said. He finished the second pizza and the rest of the third one. How in the hell he did that I will never know. He was a bottomless pit.

He stood up and his round belly pushed his school, dress shirt up. His tie was loose and he had removed his blazer a while ago.

"I'm so full." He patted his bloated middle and I got a painful erection. It was so hard I thought my khakis were going to break it.

"You shouldn't tease me like this."

"Teasing?" He lifted his shirt up just above his belly button. "I just said I was full." I went over to him and thumped his full belly. I rubbed it. "Uh, that feels so good."

"What the hell feels so good?" I pulled down his shirt and thought of dead puppies.

"Hi Mom" I said over-enthusiastically. She didn't see us. She had been hanging her coat up in the front closet.

"Hi Sweetie. Hello Dylan!"

"Hello Ms. Russell."

"How are you kids?"

"Fine" I said.

"I'm good, and yourself?"

"Oh, I'm fine." My mother blushed. I had to try not to laugh.

"Can Patrick sleepover at my place?"

"Of course he can!" I bet if I asked she would have said no.

I told Kyle to feel better because he ate all that pizza and made himself sick, the Russell's have the world’s smallest stomachs. We were in his SUV. "Hey,” Dylan called to me in the passenger’s seat. "Do you have condoms?"

"Y...yeah, in m...my wallet."

"Calm down, we don't have to have sex."

"Then why would you say that."

"Because my parents aren't home..."

"Are you going to rape me?" He laughed.

"No, not unless you want me to," he said. He could sense how nervous sex made me. "I'm not going to rape you, god Patrick. I would consider myself a bottom anyway..."

"Good, because I'm a top" I said, not knowing if I liked topping or not. I'm pretty sure I shocked him with that one though.

We did end up having sex…great sex. It was the first time I ever had sex. It was sex that changed me. Sex that made me want to have sex again.