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Tweak says, "I love you Sydney"

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
2012-02-27 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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