Not Everybody Gets A Happy Ending

It was Pete's first time.
It wasn't the first time he'd seen Patrick drunk, no.
Nor was it the first time he'd seen that determined glint in the corner of his eyes.
It was Pete's first time, and it was not what he wanted.
The size of Patrick, who was buried deep within him, was too big for him.
Pete had been unprepared, and unaware that it would feel this way.
Like he would split into two.
He said this aloud, to which Patrick grunted and continued pounding into the crying boy.
'Patty cakes, please stop, this isn't how i wanted it'
Pete sobbed.
'Really?'
asked Patrick.
'Well i wanted this for a few years, and it took me this long to get it. Fair is fair'
he drunkenly mumbled.
'Patrick, please!',
and his protest was followed by another yelp as Patrick
slapped him square across the face. 'shut the fuck up' he growled.
It only took what seemed an eternity for Pete to feel Patrick cum deep inside him and collapse
on top of him.
Pete hadn't risen to the occasion at all.
After a few moments, Pete needed to breathe. But with a Patrick on him, it was hard.
Especially once he realized he was asleep.
It took the last of Pete's energy to push Patrick off and out of him, to which Pete reacted with
a cry.
With Patrick beside him asleep, Pete stared at him for quite a while, hugging himself
before he too fell asleep.

Pete woke the next morning without the will to see through the day.
Patrick felt the same.
Both of them woke up around the same time, and had to race to the bathroom.
Patrick won, because Pete couldn't spread his legs to run fast.
This was an issue, seeing as he needed to throw up, and Patrick had locked the bathroom door
and was throwing up himself.
So, Pete cringed down the stairs, hoping to fall and die, and went to the kitchen sink,
and chucked his guts onto the plates, pots and cutlery which was in the sink.
Once.
Twice.
Three times, he threw up, until the sink was a disgusting mess.
After this, he dry heaved a few times.
Then, he washed out his mouth and poured water over the dishes, hopefully to wash away
most of his dinner.
He walked upstairs again, each step giving him cause to continue the steady stream of tears,
falling threw his hair and down his cheeks.
The bathroom door was open now, but Pete needed a towel before he could shower, so he walked to his room, and
went to grab one off the floor before he noticed Patrick sitting on Pete's bed.
Patrick looked stunned.
'Pete, what happened last night? I cant remember anything.'
Pete stood up, wrapped the towel around his naked waist, and noticed the specks of blood that littered the
sheets. Then he ran to the bathroom and threw up again.
Holding his head above the porcelain, he felt a hand on his back, pulling his hair back from his face
as he threw up.
Pete watched as Patrick's face came into view, and he was staring at his cheek, before
he caressed it gently with his thumb.
'What the fuck?'
Pete looked away, unable to look him in the eye.

About a month later, Pete looked back since that night and noticed something.
He has been ill each morning since then.
Pete would have thought it was something he ate, but a month of food poisoning?
Unless...
'ANDY?',
Pete bellowed through the house.
'DID YOU PUT SOMETHING IN MY SUGARY CEREALS TO TRY AND KILL ME CUZ I LIKE EATING LITTLE FLUFFY FEATHERED ANIMALS COATED IN
11 SECRET HERBS AND SPICES?'
There was a moments pause, and Pete could hear talking downstairs, before footsteps on the stairs, and
his door flew open.
'What?'
came the response from Andy, who seemed very puzzled.
'I keep getting sick every morning. And i thought you may avenge the world animal population and attempt to kill me.'
Andy scratched the back of his head, and simply walked away from the door.
'BAKED!' screamed Pete after him.
'WHORE, SEE A DOCTOR!' was the reply, echoed down the hall.
Pete nodded to himself, and saw Patrick walk past his room silently.
'Trick?',
Pete called out softly.
'Yes Peter Panda?'
'I'm cold.'
'Okay',
Patrick walked in and lay down next him gently.
These days, Patrick had a protected gaze.
Pete had explained what had happened, it hadn't been mentioned since.
Pete cuddled into Patrick's arms, so comforting, despite what had happened between the two men.
'Pete?',
Patrick whispered.
'Yes?'.
'I'm so fucking sorry',
he sobbed.
Pete turned in his arms, and kissed his forehead.
Pete understood. He really did. everybody snaps eventually.
Somewhat fortunately, Patrick snapping wasn't a suicide, or murder.
It was him taking his frustrations about the world out on one of the people he loves the most.
IL bet thats never happened before.
'Itl be fine. Can you take me to a doctor? I'm sick of this throwing-up shit.'
And so they left.

Pete was pregnant.
Or so said doctor. And the charts. And the stupid little + on the stupid little pee-stick.

Patrick was waiting for Pete patiently in the car parked outside.
As soon as Pete sat in the passenger seat, Patrick knew something was wrong.
'Pete? What did the doctor say?'
Pete hesitated before explaining what the doctor had said.
It was only a young organism, and termination would be easiest at this stage of development,
or they could keep it and have their own little baby.
'So, this means we could have a baby?'
'Yes, we could'.
'My god, Pete! We could have a beautiful baby who's just like you! Can you imagine it?'
Pete thought.
And thought.
And continued thinking, all the way home.
Right until he went to lie in bed with Patrick.
And waited until he was asleep, took $300 and drove off.
To get his abortion.