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Desolation Row

Sing Me To Sleep

“What’s happening to us? We didn’t do anything to anybody; I mean we’re good people! Mikey, Gerard... they were good people... how could someone do something like this?”Patrick whined from the corner of his room, hugging his knees closely to his chest as he buried his face into his pyjama trousers.

Pete shrugged from the opposite side of the room, sitting cross legged and resting his head in his hands; eyes focused upon floorboards. Patrick looked up, watching him cautiously. “You never did tell me why you left” He said calmly. Pete remained silent, refusing to meet his friends gaze. He rubbed his eyes, glancing at the clock on Patricks beside table; 4:30. “What happened Pete?” Patrick asked his voice harsh and unemotional. He sat in the silence; unable to breathe a word. The wind outside had grown quiet as the moonlight that shone through the large Victorian window of Patrick’s bedroom dipped behind the clouds; plunging the world outside into a darkness they didn’t dare set eyes upon. He slammed his fist against the floorboards, startling Pete. He looked up and locked eye contact with Patrick; looking at him through dark eyes of a broken man. He shook his head. “I don’t know what you mean” He replied smirking at his best friend.

Patrick jumped to his feet, storming towards Pete with a vengeful look on his face. He pulled him up by the collar of his hoodie, pushing him against the wall; knocking various pictures and ornaments off his wall. “What the fuck happened to you Pete! I needed you, we fucking needed you and you left us!” He shouted, his face edging closer to Pete’s. He pushed him off him, Patrick tripping over the rug as he fell to the floor; an angry sneer forming on his face. “Do you have any fucking idea what it’s like to be the strong one? For years, I have been there for you, for all of you! You think I wasn’t upset when Mikey died or when G died? You think I like having to hold everything in? Well I got news for you “mate” I fucking well don’t!” He shouted as he threw a nearby book at a wall, breathing heavily as he watched it crash against the wall, chipping the paint. His head whipped round, staring down at Patrick who watched him, shocked at what he witnessed. “You know what Pat, if I’m that much of a cunt then hit me, go on then hit me! HIT ME” He shouted, beating his fists against his chest as he opened his arms out, provoking Patrick to hit him; his lip trembling.

Patrick’s eyes shot down to the floor. Pete had never been one to open up about his problems. Even during the funerals, he never once saw him cry or open up to any of them about how he felt. He simply sat with them and listened to how they felt, offering a shoulder to cry on if they needed it. Come to think of it, he, himself, had never once asked how he felt about any of this; he was too busy thinking of himself. A wave of guilt washed over him, the corners of his mouth drooped a little as he watch his friend lean back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling and holding back the tears. “I’m sorry Pete” He said quietly. Pete shook his head, sliding down the wall as he hid his head in his hands. “I don’t blame you Pat, I’m a mess” He murmured, his voice muffled as he buried his head deeper into his clothes. He sat slumped against the wall, looking tiny against the red walls of Patrick’s bedroom. The tears ran silently down his cheeks, his mind begging for Patrick not to see him like this. He turned his head and found him sat close beside him, smiling sympathetically at him.

“Please Pete, I need to know what happened” Patrick asked, his soothing voice brought some sort of comfort to Pete; perhaps now, here with Pat, he could finally be safe. He took a deep breath. “My parents... they... we had a row. My mum found everything, the cigarettes, the bottle of JD... some things I won’t admit to and they threw me out” he stammered, crying into his knees as he felt an arm slip around his shoulders. “Everything will be alright” Patrick soothed, biting his lip. It killed him to see him like this. “They stopped me from seeing Katie; she’s my little sister Pat! They can’t do that they... they just can’t” He cried, burying his head into Patrick’s chest as he held him close. They sat there in the dark for a while; Pete’s muffled cries began to die down as his best friend held him close, silently reassuring him that everything would be ok as he struggled not to cry at the miserable state he was in.

“I’m sorry” Pete whispered, looking up into his friends eyes. Patrick smiled, cupping his face in his hands, his cheek with his thumb and sighed. “You have nothing to be sorry for” He replied, locking eyes with Pete as his hand gliding across his cheek and into his hair. Time stood still as their lips moved together sweetly; the memories of the events that night seemed to fade away. Patrick pulled him closer, his tongue moving rhythmically with Pete’s. He felt his body shiver, moaning as his hands moved up Pete’s shirt, exploring his body. It was so surreal; he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Everything he had hope for, dreamed of, was finally coming true.He could feel him smiling, making his heart skip a beat. He felt Pete reach for his trousers, slowly pulling them down. Patrick pulled away, leaning against his forehead. Pete smiled, lighting up his gorgeous brown eyes. “It’s ok, we don’t have to if you don’t want to” He said quietly, stroking his hand against his best friends cheek.

Patrick kissed him, ripping off Pete’s Enter Shikari shirt, revealing his pale body. He traced his hands down his torso, feeling the vivid crest of a scar upon his abs. He pressed his lips against it, moving down towards the bulge in Pete’s black, skinny jeans. Pete undid his jeans, listening to Patrick gasp a little as he revealed himself; almost shocked at the size of it. Patrick grinned, placing his lips around the head; sliding his tongue down Pete’s dick until he could feel it deep in the back of his throat. He cried out, biting down on his lip to try and control himself. Out of all the men and women he had been with, this was the best he ever had; a realisation which made his heart melt.

Pete ran his fingers through Patrick’s hair, moaning as he got faster. “I think...I think I’m gonna...” He moaned. He stood up, licking his lips as a broad smile quickly formed on his face. He kissed him hard on the mouth, a shiver running through his body. “Not now you’re not” He whispered. Pete turned him around, bending him over a nearby chest of drawers. He pulled down Patrick’s trousers and quickly forced himself in. Patrick cried out, the pain was almost unbearable and yet, it felt so intoxicating and exhilarating all at the same time. Pete swiftly placed a hand over his lover’s mouth gagging him as he slid himself deeper inside him, making him moan. “Shh, they’ll hear us” He whispered seductively.

They both giggled as Pete moved his hand away, grabbing Patrick around the waist as began to slowly thrust himself into him; moaning quietly in the darkness. Patrick bit his lip as he wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking himself to the same rhythm as Pete. Pete moved faster, throwing his head back as he finally lost control of himself while Patrick struggled to keep quiet. “Harder” he moaned, pumping himself harder. Pete did as he was told, fucking him harder as he dug his nails deeper into Patrick’s back. He screamed, coming into his hand as he felt Pete climax and relax almost simultaneously.

“Jesus Christ that... that was amazing” Patrick breathed as Pete pulled out, smiling back at him as he stood up; heading towards the bathroom. Patrick watched as he clicked on the light on, splashing cold water on his face as he stared at himself closely in the mirror. He pulled on his pyjamas’ and wandered into the bathroom, washing his hands clean as he watched Pete look deeply into the mirror. “What’s wrong” He asked, gently nudging his arm. Pete turned, offering him a weak smile. “Nothing, I suppose you want me out of here now?” He replied quietly, looking down at the floor. Patrick sighed; he truly was damaged, god knows what had happened the past few weeks. He took him by the hands, kissing him on the forehead. “You can stay with me tonight” He said. Pete looked up and into his loving face, nodding before Patrick led him back into the bedroom. He took off everything except for a pair of red boxer shorts, feeling Patrick wrap his arms around him from behind, making him smile. He kissed him good night as they slid into cool sheets of the bed; Pete wrapped his arms around him, kissing him on the cheek.

“Pat?” He whispered.

“Yes?” He replied.

“I...I love you” He said, sheepishly.

He was met by a moment of silence, an ache began to form around his heart as he felt fresh tears well in his eyes. He was about to move away, perhaps to climb out of his window and into the night, when he heard an answer; an answer which made his heart skip a beat. An answer which made him squeeze his eyes shut and wish away the stupid tears which began to trail down his cheek.

“I love you too Pete”

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Comments

@mindchemicals
Don't get too sad- I'm planning to write an alternate ending to this story, it's a shocker x

ThatGeekJess ThatGeekJess
4/17/14

whyyyyy nooo, no one can die, well jane sure as hell can, but not one of the guys! why would you do that to our poor little hearts!??

mindchemicals mindchemicals
4/17/14

@mindchemicals
Thanks :) x I'm glad your enjoying it x

ThatGeekJess ThatGeekJess
4/15/14

Damn that was so worth the wait!! :)

mindchemicals mindchemicals
4/15/14

@frommars
Thank you so much! :) xxx

ThatGeekJess ThatGeekJess
4/15/14