Can't Let You Go

***Time Stamp: One Week later***

"Fucking project, fucking job, fucking promotion...no wait, I like that part."

Pete was mumbling to himself as he drove up to the gates of Patrick’s fucking mansion. It had been a while since he saw his best friend, only having time for a quick phone call or text here and there cause he ended up being so tired at the end of the day that he would pass out. He punched in the code and then drove up. On the way up the drive, he saw two guys in the yard. One was on his knees in the dirt planting something...or at least trying to cause the other one seemed clearly trying to stop or distract him. Pete put the window down to see if he could catch something they were saying.

"But Geeeee, coconut trees are so much cooler and we could climb them!"

"Frankie, coconut trees won't grow here...we're not in fucking Hawaii, you know."

"Well not like that no, but we could do an experiment in the green house! I bet we could create a hybrid version, maybe even cross it with a banana tree! Oh man, could you imagine that? WE could call it Bananut or Cocoana!"

Gerard looked at Frank like he was insane.

“Frankie, honey...I love you and your mad ideas, you know I do but...Bananut?...seriously?"

Pete shook his head and kept driving. If this was the kind of people that Patrick hired, he was in trouble. He made his way to the front porch and parked his car. He got out and rang the doorbell.

"ALRIGHT, I'M COMING!..."

Bob shouted as he tore off his apron and dropped it on the counter. He straightened his shirt and stomped out of the kitchen and over to the front door. He opened it sharply.

"What do you want?"

He practically growled, looking down at the shorter man on the doorstep.

"Uh..."

Pete looked up...really up at the guy at the door. He was blonde and had a beard and a scowl that looked permanent.

"Well?...come on, come on...I ain't got all day..."

Bob huffed.

"I got cupcakes in the oven. Now what do you want?"

"Cupcakes? What kind?"

Pete is smacking himself mentally right now. Why hasn't he asked for Patrick yet?

Bob raised an eyebrow.

"You came here for cupcakes?...you know, most people go to a bakery for those, right?"

"No, I came here to see Patrick, but I like cupcakes too."

"Hmm, you know Patrick, cause if you're just here to whine for money, then you can fuck off right now."

"No no no! I'm Trick's very best friend! We've known each other since we were kids!"

Bob scowled.

"Yeah sure, that's what they all say."

"Pete?..."

Patrick said in surprise as he walked out of the large living room to the right of the front door.

"Dude, I wondered when you were gonna come round...work been busy?"

Bob looked at Patrick.

"You know him?"

"Yes Bob, Pete's my oldest friend...hey, can you smell burning?"

Bob's eyes went wide.

"My cupcakes!"

He turned and ran off to the kitchen. Patrick turned back to Pete with a grin.

"So you coming in, or are you gonna stand on my doorstep with your mouth open all day?"

"Uh...right."

Pete walked in and slipped his coat off, he was about to say something when there was a crash.

"Sorry."

A voice drifted from inside the house somewhere.

Patrick sighed with a roll of his eyes.

"No worries Mikey, just clear it up..."

He called back before turning his attention back to his friend.

"He's a bit clumsy."

Pete was so confused. He moved into the living area with Patrick and sat down.

"So...the guys you hired..."

Patrick chuckled.

"Yeah, they're a bit different. You know me though Pete, I like different."

"As I was driving up to house I heard two guys arguing about planting a Bananut or Cocoana tree."

Patrick laughed loudly. When he'd gotten himself under control again, he grinned at Pete.

"That would be Gerard and Frank. Gerard's my gardener, he's actually studying botany at collage, and Frank is Gerard's boyfriend and also my...driver. He's probably the one suggesting planting things that don't exist...right?"

"Wait...you hired...so then who is the guy at the door making cupcakes?"

"Oh that's Bob. He's a culinary major so that big ass kitchen doesn't freak him out like it does me...he's really good at making cakes too, and you should try his apple turnovers...they're to die for."

"But...he answered the door and..."

Another crash was heard with a long sigh. Patrick glanced in the direction of the crash.

"You ok Mikey?"

There was a clopping noise followed by a sound of a tinkling bell and a girl appeared.

"Yeah, I just knocked over another stupid vase. Why do we have so many, you keep the flowers outside."

Pete was shocked at how low her voice was. She walked past them in a huff and Pete took a moment to admire her cute maid outfit and the little black bows he could see at the very top of her thighs. The white and black mary jane style shoes made more noise as she walked through to the closet and grabbed the broom and dust pan. As she walked back through though, she tripped on the edge of the rug.

"Whoa there Mikey..."

Patrick started to get up.

"You ok?"

"Yeah."

Mikey landed on his knees revealing lace panties. He got up and brushed himself off lifting his dress a bit to fix the stocking. He then grabbed the broom and clopped off to clean up the mess. Patrick sat back down and looked at his wide eyed, open mouthed friend. He chuckled, waving his hand in front of Pete's face.

"Earth to Pete...you with us Pete?"

"You make her wear that?"

"Who, Mikey?...nah, that was his choice."

"His...his...HIS?! THAT'S A BOY?!"

"Shh numb nuts..."

Patrick hissed urgently, looking toward the door that Mikey had disappeared through for a moment before looking back at Pete.

"Yes he's a boy, he just happens to like wearing girls clothes sometimes..."

He smirked slightly.

"It's not like you never went out in a mini skirt and fishnets before...and don't deny it, I still have the photos Pete."

"Yes, but I was drunk and Brendon dared me and Gabe put money down and..."

"Hey Patrick, I fixed the problem with your bed. I think when Mikey fell on it, he got a spring stuck. You should have no squeaking now though."

Pete looked at the guy in overalls with the tool box.

"Oh hey, I'm Ray, Patrick's handy man."

"Pete."

"Nice to meet you, are you..."

Another crash. Ray looked and sighed shaking his head.

"He's not wearing flats is he?"

Patrick shook his head.

"Nope, a gorgeous little pair of black and white heels. At least they aren't as high as the ones he wore on Monday."

"Gee ordered a pair that should be coming in soon. I don't know why he insists on wearing the higher ones."

"Maybe he thinks they make his calves look good?"

Ray looked at Pete. Patrick looked at his friend and laughed.

"What do youthink Pete?...do they make Mikey's calves look good?"

"Well...I mean...that is..."

Pete blushed furiously. Patrick chuckled then turned back to Ray.

"Hey, you couldn't check out the door to the library could you?...it keeps sticking, and when I get it to move, it squeaks."

"Sure can. Later Pete."

Ray waved and left.

"Man is lunch ready yet, I'm fucking starving!"

The two guys from outside walked into the living room.

"You'll have to go ask Bob..."

Patrick answered Frank.

"Oh, before you run off...guys, this is my best friend, Pete. Pete, this is Gerard and Frank."

Gerard smiled shyly.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

"Hey I saw you driving up! Man your car is sweet!"

"Yeah I got a promotion. Actually that's what I came over to tell Trick and..."

"Trick?"

"Yeah, I've been calling him Trick since we were kids. Either that or Lunchbo..."

Another crash followed by an audible...

"Fuck."

"Mikes?..."

Gerard called in alarm before hurrying off in the direction of the noise. Patrick looked at Pete, taking in his confused expression.

"Gerard and Mikey are brothers."

"Oh...is he clumsy too?"

Patrick nodded.

"Sometimes, usually when he hasn't had his coffee yet...right Frank?"

"Gee without at least three cups of coffee in him is about as dangerous as a blind man in a china shop."

"I think that's racist Frankie."

Ray walked in with Bob, who was carrying a tray of cupcakes. Frank tried to lunge for them, but was blocked by Ray's strong arm.

"How is it racist and pleeeease can I have one Bobby?"

Bob held the tray out of both Frank and Ray's reach.

"You can have one only after Patrick and his little friend have had one..."

He offered the tray to the two men.

"Gentlemen?"

Patrick took one with a smile.

"Thanks Bob."

"Oohh pretty!"

Pete took a cupcake. It was decorated with baby blue icing and had a spun sugar butterfly on it. Bob grinned proudly then turned to stick his tongue out at Frank.

"See?...at least someone appreciates my aesthetic, and doesn't just shove them him his mouth like a pig."

"Hey, I said your bug ones were nice last time!"

Bob scowled.

"You said they looked like dead moths, but that that was ok cause they tasted good."

Pete couldn't help but giggle at that.

"Hey Patrick?"

Mikey walked in, half his outfit was soaked.

Patrick looked up, his eyes widening.

"What happened?"

"Um...I had an accident in the bathroom with the fountain."

"Dude! You have a fountain in your bathroom? Wait...why do you have a fountain in your bathroom?"

Patrick rolled his eyes at Pete.

"He means the bidet...dude."

"You have a bidet? That's so fucking cool! Have you tried to use it?"

Patrick pulled a face.

"Pete, I'm not talking about this..."

He turned back to a bedraggled Mikey.

"Mikey, why don't you go get cleaned up...err wait...where's your brother?"

"Trying to get it to turn off?"

Mikey held up the handle.

"Oh boy."

Ray ran for the bathroom and Mikey stood there with his toes pointed in and one ear on his headband sagging. Patrick sighed.

"Right, well just go clean yourself up...you've got your spare uniform here, right?"

"Yeah, I'll go change."

Mikey walked off with soggy steps.

"Dude. I'm gonna go help Gee."

Frank ran off and Bob headed back to the kitchen.

"Soooo, this is who you hired to help take care of the house?"

Patrick nodded and grinned.

"Life's never gonna be boring."

Mikey returned after a couple minutes in a pair of super skinny jeans, a black button down shirt and boots that Pete would kill for.

"I'll go see if Bob has lunch ready for us."

Mikey wandered off and Pete noted he had skeleton hands on his ass.

"Dude!"

He turned to Patrick.

"Dude!"

Patrick raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"That! This! Her...him...whatever!"

Patrick rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time...he seemed to do that a lot with Pete around...and Mikey.

"You get used to it."

"So he just...I mean whatever he feel like whenever?"

"Hey, so Bob says there are sandwiches if you want some. I'm gonna let Gee and the guys know."

Mikey walked through holding a sandwich. Patrick nodded to him then looked at Pete.

"Be cool Pete...you're acting like a dick right now. So do you want a sandwich?"

"I'm not trying to be a dick; I'm just trying to understand."

Pete pouted and Patrick sighed.

"I know, but there's not really that much to understand. Mikey wears girl's clothes sometimes, that's it...ok?"

"But does he want to be a girl?"

"Nope, I like being a boy and I like boys, but I like girl’s clothing and Gee says I have nice legs in stockings."

Mikey walked back in, appearing out of nowhere.

"Fuck! Can you not give me a heart attack!"

Mikey just shrugged. He held out a sandwich for Patrick.

"Roast beef?"

"Thank you Mikey..."

Patrick smiled, accepting the sandwich.

"And Gee's right by the way...isn't he Pete?"

"What...wait...isn’t Gee your...brother?”

Mikey gave Pete a look that would freeze ice in July.

"Yeah and..."

"And...nothing, boy that looks good, I'm just gonna..."

Pete hopped off the sofa and ran for the kitchen. Mikey watched him go and then looked at Patrick.

"He's an asshole."

Patrick shrugged, swallowing a bite of sandwich.

"You get used to it."

"You deserve better."

Mikey took Pete's place on the sofa. He pulled his feet up and leaned on his knees watching Patrick eat. Patrick tilted his head.

"Huh?...what do you mean?"

Mikey just shrugged.

"Okay, got the bidet fixed. wasn't that bad. Found out where the water gets shut off too."

Ray came back with Gerard and Frank bouncing along behind him.

"Man Rich people...not you boss, but man, how lazy do you have to be that you don't want to wipe your own ass."

Frank looked at Patrick.

"Food!"

He ran for the kitchen. Patrick looked at Gerard and Gerard blushed.

"Sorry 'bout him."

He mumbled before hurrying off after his boyfriend.

"I'm gonna get some food too."

Ray walked off. Patrick took another bite of his sandwich then looked up to realise that Mikey was just sat staring at him, with his legs pulled up and his chin resting on his hands, on top of his knees.

"You ok there Mikey?"

"Yup."

Patrick blinked at the boy for a moment, trying to figure him out.

"You had enough to eat?"

"I may get a cupcake."

Patrick hummed in agreement.

"Uh yeah, they're good."

He was feeling a tiny bit uncomfortable right now. Mikey didn't say anything else, just stared.

"Hey Trick! You gotta see what Bob is...did I interrupt something?"

"No..."

Patrick said quickly, pulling his eyes away from Mikey's stare.

"What's Bob doing?"

"Oh, he's like hanging hunks of meat in this big room you got, I think he's gonna set it on fire!"

"The meat?"

Mikey looked a Pete.

"No, I think it's the room...or something in the room?"

Pete scratched his head. Mikey looked back a Patrick.

"Can Bob set a room on fire?"

Patrick looked between Pete and Mikey, then back again. He stood up.

"Show me."

Pete led Patrick...and apparently Mikey into the kitchen. Bob was inside a small room made of mostly wood. There was a metal box in middle of the floor that was built on concrete. Gerard was standing eating a sandwich and Frank was sitting on the counter swinging his legs eating his own. He turned his head when the kitchen door opened.

"Hey boss! You got a smoking room!"

"It's not a smoking room Frankie, it's a smoke room. Bob can make cure meats and stuff."

"He can make slim jims!"

Bob stuck his head out and glared at Frank.

"I am not making you fucking Slim Jims...you uneducated swine."

"Can you make jerky? Like real jerky?"

Bob looked at Pete and nodded.

"Sure, what kind of jerky do you want?"

"Oh...I like all jerky, I once had duck, that was interesting. It was at some office party."

Bob nodded again.

"Well I can try making lots of different kinds, see which you like best, if you like."

Patrick watched Pete being all cute and blushy around Bob, and decided that he was going to tease him mercilessly about it later.

"Oh...you don't, I mean...that's not..."

Frank looked between Bob and Pete and snickered. Gerard smacked Frank's thigh and gave him a "shut up or else" look.

"I'm tired."

Mikey yawned looking at everyone. Gerard looked over at him, smiling fondly.

"You should go take a nap then...want me to call you in an hour?"

"Yeah."

Mikey went to Bob and kissed him on the cheek.

Bob grinned at him.

"Sleep tight Mikey."

Next Mikey went to Ray and kissed him on the cheek.

"Night there kiddo."

Ray ruffled Mikey's hair. Mikey kissed Frank on the cheek.

"Sweet dreams Mikester."

Mikey punched Frank in the arm.

"Night Gee."

Mikey kissed and hugged his brother. Gerard hugged Mikey to him and kissed him back without a word before letting him move on. Mikey just looked at Pete. Then he moved to Patrick.

"Night *yawn* Patrick."

He kissed Patrick on the cheek and walked out of the kitchen. Patrick blinked at the empty doorway.

"Night Mikey..."

He said softly, before shaking himself out of his daze and turning back to find everyone staring at him.

"What?!"

"Nothing."

Frank giggled. Ray just looked at Patrick fondly and then went back to his sandwich.

"Hey, how come I didn't get a kiss?"

"Cause he doesn't like you."

Pete looked up at the boy sitting on the counter swinging his legs.

"What? Why not?"

Pete looked at Patrick.

"Triiiiick, why doesn't he like me?"

"Beats me. He said you're an asshole earlier, but I don't know why he thinks that..."

Patrick looked at the other boys.

"Any ideas?"

They all looked at each other and shrugged eating sandwiches. Frank had a gleam in his eye though. Pete jumped and pointed to him.

"This one! He knows something!"

Pete stormed up to him and stood between his legs with his hands on either side of him leaning on the counter.

"Okay, spill. What do you know?"

"I know you are not my boyfriend and you are way too close to my cock."

Gerard giggled next to him, before looking at Pete.

"He's not wrong."

Pete squawked and jumped back landing against something hard, but soft. He looked and saw Bob behind him and squawked again. Bob raised an eyebrow.

"You ok little dude?"

"Uh...no?"

Bob grinned down at him.

“Well I like you...if that helps."

He said, before returning to his smoke room.

"He...likes me."

Pete got a dopey grin on his face. Frank lost it laughing and fell off the counter. Gerard rolled his eyes and grabbed Frank, pulling him up off the floor.

"Come help me in the greenhouse and stop being an ass...and yes, I'll let you hold my hose."

He said with a giggle, dragging him from the room

"Don't break anymore windows! I have to order new glass!"

Ray went chasing after them.

"Um...I'm gonna go talk to Bob about liking me, I mean jerky! Liking jerky!"

Pete blushed and disappeared into the smoke room. Patrick laughed to himself and left the kitchen, heading up the stairs to his room. He'd dripped beef juice down his shirt and needed to change...but boy was that sandwich worth it. As he approached the door, he was surprised to see it open a crack. He didn't think much of it though, cause Mikey had probably been in there cleaning. He wondered briefly what had gotten broken, but his thoughts were derailed as he pushed the door open and saw Mikey curled up asleep on his bed. It only took Patrick a moment to realise that the sleepy boy had gone into the wrong room, an easy mistake, considering Mikey's was right next door. Mikey made small noises in his sleep as he rubbed his face against the soft pillow and pulled the sheets up. His legs were bare indicating that he had taken his jeans off. He rolled over and the sheet slipped up showing that he was wearing a simple pair of blue and white striped panties. Patrick swallowed. He should leave. He should back out of the room, close the door and walk away...but he couldn't...his eyes wouldn't leave the boy's pale skin, and his feet wouldn't move. Damn feet! He swallowed again.

"Pull yourself together you pervert..."

He whispered to himself, slapping the side of his face with his palm and forcing himself to turn away and close the door. He looked down at himself and cursed.

"Damn it."

He walked away from the room and down the hall to the bathroom to try and rid himself of his inappropriate hard on.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So Pete's met the "staff"...how do you think it went?

Until next time...PLEASE COMMENT, and peace out babies!
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