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Tweak says, "I STILL have to go potty!"

patrick callahan (canstoptime) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2012-02-23 14:30:00

Entry tags:

!three wishes, adrian wilder, patrick callahan

WHO: Patrick and Adrian
WHERE: San Francisco, CA
WHEN: Backdated: January 1, 2012.
WHAT: Patrick wakes up naked next to his new friend. What the hell happened last night?
RATING: PG-13 to R.
WARNING: Some nudity and some cursing.

For the first time, in a long time, Patrick felt rested which was shocking considering how much time he spent running around between school, work, and his little brother. But now, now he felt relaxed. Though, admittedly, sore. He wasn't sure from what, though, considering most of it had been lugging Adrian to the car and then up the steps to his house and then... He groaned as he shifted onto his side and tried to remember what happened after that. It had been a long time since he'd had a black out, and he wouldn't lie that he felt terrified, but he knew he hadn't had a drop to drink.

It was then that he realized, alarmingly two things: one, he was naked and two, he wasn't alone in his bed. He could feel the warmth underneath the covers, and when the body next to him stirred, he closed his eyes. What the fuck? Slowly, he turned onto his stomach with his eyes still closed, reaching out to feel the body next to him - hard, hair in places it shouldn't be, and a--

"Holy shit!" he shouted, scrambling only to fall over the edge of the bed, taking the blankets with him as he fell with a loud thud onto the ground, staring up at the naked body that belonged to his new friend, and it was only then that the memories came flooding back to him. Oh God, was all he could think of.

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orbme
2012-02-23 10:05 pm UTC (link)

Adrian had been blissfully asleep when Patrick cried out in a panic, yanked the covers off of him, and fell to the floor with a loud thud. He came to with a snort when he inhaled in a rush through the nose and sat up so fast he gave himself headrush, convinced he was at home with Angie and someone had broken into the apartment. "Hm? Hm? What happened?" he mumbled in a sleepy yet alarmed rumble. He blinked his eyes at the unfamiliar surroundings as everything came into focus and his brow furrowed. He too felt rather sticky and... sore in places he really didn't even want to think about, and when he looked down at himself he realized he was very naked. "Oh, no, no, no," he muttered as realization crashed into him.

He looked over at the clearly startled Patrick and blurted out, "What the fuck, man?" He blanched, then blushed fiercely as his hands flew to cover his crotch. Not that it mattered, really. Clearly they had done much more than just look during the night. Adrian felt like he couldn't breathe. "Oh, my God," he said in a sleep roughened voice that was now painfully awake. He shut his eyes tight, as if he could deny this just by sheer force of denial.

"Ohmygod," he mumbled more quietly to himself, then spoke up. "Please tell me this didn't happen," he added miserably.

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canstoptime
2012-02-26 01:01 am UTC (link)

Truth be told, Patrick wasn't sure what to do. He was frozen in place like a deer about to be hit by a car, distracted by the bright headlights. The next few moments were a series of curses as he wrapped the blanket around him and found himself searching for his clothing which seemed to be fucking nowhere. How the hell did they end up in this situation? In all his life, even throughout college, he'd managed to avoid awkward hook ups. Okay, well, that wasn't true. When you were drunk, you did some shitty stuff on a dare, but never this.

Leo. It was a soft whisper, a feeling that radiated, and suddenly he knew. God, he hoped he was wrong, but he could feel the guilt. "Who the fuck is Leo?" he shouted, though he wasn't shouting at Adrian; he was clearly shouting at the woman in his head who had deemed it necessary to choose this moment to make her presence known.

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orbme
2012-02-26 01:58 am UTC (link)

Adrian would surely be freaking out a lot less if he hadn't felt any attraction for Patrick in the first place. Knowing he did, knowing he had found him handsome from the first time he laid eyes on him, knowing there had always been a vague, almost imperceptible note of flirtation to their friendship was what made this so damn upsetting.

His eyes snapped open wide when he heard that name. "Leo?! How do you know about Leo?" he demanded, his head whipping to look at Patrick. Who was naked. He tore his gaze away again and started scanning the room for his clothes. His voice broke, he was so angry and upset. "Where the hell are my pants?" He bolted from the bed, covering himself as well as he could, and found their clothes in a puddle of fabric near the foot of the bed. This had really happened.

Adrian grabbed some of his clothes and ran past Patrick into the bathroom, where he promptly heaved up whatever was in his stomach. It wasn't disgust that made him throw up, it was being scared out of his wits that he'd lost control like this, and guilt. He was engaged, for Pete's sake! He was breathing harshly when he put on his pants and shirt, rinsed out his mouth and washed his face. His mouth was twisted unhappily when he emerged from the bathroom.

"I asked you before. How do you know about Leo?" His eyes grew suspicious, a suspicion born of guilt and denial and fear. "Did you put something in my drink?" he asked, ready to feel betrayed.

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canstoptime
2012-02-26 03:44 pm UTC (link)

It all happened so fast that it made his head spin. One minute he was being shouted at, the next he was alone in the room while Adrian locked himself away in the bathroom. When he heard the heaving, he couldn't help but feel queasy himself. He didn't blame him. This wasn't exactly an every day scenario. At least, not for him. He wasn't a one night stand kind of guy. At least, not while he was sober and last night he had been pretty fucking sober.

At least, he'd thought so.

Coming around to the foot of the bed, he slipped on his underwear and his muscle tee. Grabbing the jeans, and the shirt, he blinked in disbelief when Adrian stormed back in -- dressed and clearly disgusted with everything that had transpired. Patrick wasn't sure why that hurt him as much as it did. (Was it even him? Or was it that little voice that lived in his head?) He blinked at the idea that Adrian thought he might actually do something like that, and he looked genuinely insulted.

"Dude, what the hell?" He glared at him. "Seriously? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why the hell would I do that?" He grabbed one of Adrian's boots and tossed it at him. "We're friends." He paused. "Were friends." He wasn't sure where this was going to take them now. To say it'd make their time together pretty fucking awkward was an understatement. "I did not drug you, you piece of shit." He threw the other shoe at him. Okay, so maybe he was lashing out. "How the hell do I know you didn't drug me? You're the one who bought me the drink." Two could play that game, couldn't they? Except he knew that neither of them would've done it. "You know that's not what happened." His tone was significantly softer because throwing accusations like that was not okay.

"You know a Leo?" he asked, finally, trying to focus his mind that was busy going at lightspeed in every direction. "I wasn't even talking to you." God, he just couldn't deal with this right now and rubbed his head as he sat on the edge of the bed. "It's just." He sighed. "It's just something she said. She talks about him sometimes." He was fairly certain that Adrian would know who he was talking about.

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orbme
2012-02-27 01:54 am UTC (link)

Adrian sputtered when Patrick yelled at him, but he had the decency to blush and look ashamed of the words that had come out of his mouth. He didn't have a chance to apologize, however, because he was a little busy ducking out of the way of a flying boot. "Hey!" he called out, frowning at Patrick. He wasn't so lucky with the second shoe. "Ow! Quit it!" he yelled right back, his blush now a fairly intense beet red.

"Me? Why would I drug you?" he snapped, his chin jutting out stubbornly even as he grabbed his tossed shoes and slipped them on. "I'm straight, remember? I'm engaged to be married to a beautiful girl!" He didn't know why he felt the need to throw that in Patrick's face, he just did. But he didn't stop there. "Oh, you guys are all the same. You love to think everybody's gay, don't you? Well, I've got news for you, mister." His hands were shaking, and he was still feeling a little weak from tossing his cookies and this whole unholy mess. His temper was doused, however, when he heard Patrick admit he knew that wasn't what had happened. At that moment, he had to admit to himself, he didn't believe it either, but he didn't say it out loud. He didn't try to take back what he'd said, something for which he'd be very sorry later, and too ashamed to call Patrick to apologize for.

"Of course I know a Leo! He's the voice in my head. What's that got to do with..." Anything, he didn't say, because Leo started screaming in his head at the top of his lungs, things about Piper, and one true love, and family. "Piper? Who? The Piper? That means... You're... I mean... you... Piper?" he stammered at Patrick, making little or no sense. "So they just took over and..." His eyes filled, and looking at Patrick now he realized there was a not so small part of him that had wanted this, and very badly. No. No! I don't want this. I don't want him! I want Angie. I'm gonna marry Angie. This can't be happening, he thought to himself in despair.

"I... I can't deal with this right now," he said, sounding like he was about to break down. He wiped furiously at his eyes, but there was no hiding the wetness there. "I have to go. I have to... I can't deal right now," he repeated, lunging for his remaining things and making a hasty escape.

It was a disaster, an unmitigated disaster. He would run out of there like the proverbial bat out of hell. Then he would have a good cry, somewhere, not home, in case Angie was there. Later that week, he would tell Angie what happened, except he would give alcohol as the reason for his blackout, leaving talk of Reincarnates out of it. And when he saw Angie up in arms and wanting to call Patrick and read him the riot act for taking advantage of him, he told Angie it had been him, not Patrick, who had started it. He took the blame, thinking it was the least he could do after humiliating his friend in his own home, accusing him of what amounted to date rape. He would still be too ashamed to call Patrick, and so days would turn to weeks, and weeks to a month, and Adrian would resign himself to destroying any chance of having Patrick as a friend. They wouldn't speak again until the Boston disaster, and the outing of the Reincarnates.

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