Well, idk about a lot, there was really just one. *grins* But, hmm. They lived together in LA, right? Let's assume this is when they go back and visit their respective parents in Chicago, let's say late September. PS. MMM SOUP.
"No, really, ma, the yard doesn't look that bad." Patrick sounds disgruntled enough that Bob can already tell this is a lost cause. They're definitely going to need to deal with the leaves and the other crap in Patrick's parents' yard. Bob's kind of hoping not too many FOB fans live in the neighborhood or anything, because this could get fucking awkward. They'd better just get on with it.
"Patrick, come on, why don't we just--"
Patrick turns to look at him, and whatever he sees makes him sigh and jam his hat down further on his head. "Fine," he says. "We'll rake some leaves, or whatever. Ma, seriously, you know you can afford to hire somebody, right?"
Patrick's mom is smirking. "Right, but this is much more fun."
That seems to be the cue for Patrick to glower at her and then stalk outside, and Bob has to stifle a laugh.
"The rakes are in the shed!" she calls as Bob walks outside too, and sure enough, there they are.
"No need to look so smug, Bryar," Patrick says when Bob catches up to him. "If you're not careful, I'm gonna make sure you get volunteered for everything your mom needs done around the house."
"Yeah, yeah, keep talking," Bob says dryly. "I believe this is your parents yard, and did you notice that there are leaves pretty much everywhere?"
Patrick mutters something in response and walks past Bob to start dealing with the leaves. Bob follows him and starts on his own corner of the yard, and they work in sort-of peaceful silence for a bit (Patrick curses spectacularly when he accidentally slips on some leaves and falls on his ass), until they finish the front half of the yard and move to the back.
Bob walks around the corner of the house and suddenly, he finds himself pressed up against the wall. And yeah, Patrick's looking up at him, grinning like he's figured out how to get his own back.
"So, Robert," he says conversationally, while his hand slips underneath Bob's hoodie and t-shirt, scratching at Bob's stomach.
"Uh-huh," Bob says intelligently, and Patrick laughs.
"The way I see it, you have a couple of options here. Either I suck you off right here or I do it when we get to your parents, but then I'll do it in the bathroom, you know, the one right next to the kitchen."
Bob raises an eyebrow. "So my choices are public indecency or sex where my parents can hear it? I'll take law-breaking for 1000 dollars, please."
"That's what I thought you'd say," Patrick says, and unbuckles Bob's belt. "I'm just gonna get on my knees then, okay?"
Bob closes his eyes, because he'd like to forget that this is outside, but he can't, not quite, not until Patrick starts, shit, fuck, he's so goddamn good at this--
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Date: 2009-10-08 06:45 pm (UTC)"No, really, ma, the yard doesn't look that bad." Patrick sounds disgruntled enough that Bob can already tell this is a lost cause. They're definitely going to need to deal with the leaves and the other crap in Patrick's parents' yard. Bob's kind of hoping not too many FOB fans live in the neighborhood or anything, because this could get fucking awkward. They'd better just get on with it.
"Patrick, come on, why don't we just--"
Patrick turns to look at him, and whatever he sees makes him sigh and jam his hat down further on his head. "Fine," he says. "We'll rake some leaves, or whatever. Ma, seriously, you know you can afford to hire somebody, right?"
Patrick's mom is smirking. "Right, but this is much more fun."
That seems to be the cue for Patrick to glower at her and then stalk outside, and Bob has to stifle a laugh.
"The rakes are in the shed!" she calls as Bob walks outside too, and sure enough, there they are.
"No need to look so smug, Bryar," Patrick says when Bob catches up to him. "If you're not careful, I'm gonna make sure you get volunteered for everything your mom needs done around the house."
"Yeah, yeah, keep talking," Bob says dryly. "I believe this is your parents yard, and did you notice that there are leaves pretty much everywhere?"
Patrick mutters something in response and walks past Bob to start dealing with the leaves. Bob follows him and starts on his own corner of the yard, and they work in sort-of peaceful silence for a bit (Patrick curses spectacularly when he accidentally slips on some leaves and falls on his ass), until they finish the front half of the yard and move to the back.
Bob walks around the corner of the house and suddenly, he finds himself pressed up against the wall. And yeah, Patrick's looking up at him, grinning like he's figured out how to get his own back.
"So, Robert," he says conversationally, while his hand slips underneath Bob's hoodie and t-shirt, scratching at Bob's stomach.
"Uh-huh," Bob says intelligently, and Patrick laughs.
"The way I see it, you have a couple of options here. Either I suck you off right here or I do it when we get to your parents, but then I'll do it in the bathroom, you know, the one right next to the kitchen."
Bob raises an eyebrow. "So my choices are public indecency or sex where my parents can hear it? I'll take law-breaking for 1000 dollars, please."
"That's what I thought you'd say," Patrick says, and unbuckles Bob's belt. "I'm just gonna get on my knees then, okay?"
Bob closes his eyes, because he'd like to forget that this is outside, but he can't, not quite, not until Patrick starts, shit, fuck, he's so goddamn good at this--