Poise and Rationality

People are staring, she'd better hurry it up Patrick thought as he tried to focus on the light thud his fingers made as he rolled them on the sticky bar counter. He was in the exact spot he had always tried to avoid, an overcrowded, sweaty, raving, straight club where the music was louder then his thoughts and the stares and glares came in hundreds. M-maybe I should just go, what if she doesn't come? For god sakes, I don't even know what she looks like...All I know is that she sounds perfect. But, this place is going to explode on me soon....

Most of the community had known Patrick to be gay, so why did he come into a straight club? The prying stares had turned into menacing glares for many, they didn't want their "perfect" world tainted. People were getting tenser and tenser, many were hostile, most were threatening. I'm gonna get killed if I stay here any longer. Patrick looked at his watch, it'd been a half hour now...where was she? He was told to be here by ten, that she'd be waiting. So, where was she?

"One Pina Colada." A blonde told the bar tender as she sat next to Patrick.

Patrick looked around, the blonde was the only person within what had to be a five mile radius around him, aside from the bar tender, who was keeping him on edge by the glare that was seemingly permanently glued onto his face. Who was she? Surly, she must of been new to the town, hostile as the rest of the world, just oblivious to who, or probably in her mind what, she was sitting next to.

"Patrick...Stump?" The blonde whispered quickly, keeping her face to the bar.

"Vanessa Mayes?" Patrick asked in return.

"I can't look at you, it'll only raise the already apparent suspicions. Let's make this quick." The whisper was so low and fast that Patrick's ear's almost didn't hear it. "No. Don't look at me! Try and look preoccupied by something else." She gave a slight pause. "You know to do this? The conditions, consequences, payments?"

"For the most part." Patrick mumbled as he "fixed" his hat and stood to leave.

"Well, here's my number. Call when you ready."

The piece of paper barely came to rest in Patrick's sweaty palm before he turned to exit through the still raving crowd and out the glass doors.

The next day, although normally a happy one as it was one of the three days the could spend the whole day together, brought temperatures in the 60's and a hazy northern downpour. Though, neither could say it affected their plans much, at least now they had an excuse to stay in bed all day, other then to just be with each other.

Patrick rolled over under the flimsy white sheet to face Pete's bare tan back. He loved it, being able to say he practically owned the body in front of him. Amazing. He ticks me off and then we screw each other...just...figures? Patrick though over the night before as he ran his finger down Pete's spine. His back was warm, not to mention soft, as Patrick's hand joined in too.

"Morning." Pete spoke, not turning around. "Some night, huh?"

"It was." Patrick too a deep breath, it was the perfect opportunity. "...But...Pete?" Patrick's heart was racing, how could he even think about suggesting the idea?

"What?" Pete finally rolled over to look Patrick in the eyes, he could tell Pat was nervous.

"...I want a baby..." It came as a whine.

"Awe." Pete couldn't help but chuckle. "You know, for some-one who's on top...well, no offense...but you like to act like you'd be on the bottom, huh?"

"Well, then, maybe if we flipped, we'd get one."

"Pat, I'm sorry, but, seeing as we're both men, I doubt that it would work. We've tried adopting, but, the government's denied us each time." Pete smirked. "Though, I can't say the idea of flipping is such a bad one."
Patrick smiled as Pete's mouth met his jaw and lightly nipped him. Here we go again. Sloppy kisses followed around his neck and up towards his ear. No, don't lose your train of thought. Ask him, tell him! Patrick fought what his body was feeling as Pete crawled on top of him in a straddle, his mouth even closer to Pat's.

"No. Pete, no. This isn't what I was getting at." Patrick finally protested before Pete's lips found his and they lost control of the situation.

"What did you mean then?" Pete's eyes looked concerned, his voice worried.

"Well..." Patrick sat up, still some how under Pete. "What if I knew a way we could get a child?"

"Like how?"

"I might know someone..."

"Out with it, Pat."

"There's a girl I met, and...well, Pete...she's will to...willing to be a surrogate for us." Patrick's mumble was barely audible let alone intelligible.

"How-how mutch?" Pete's stutter was tense.

"Five thousand and about a fluid ounce of spooge." Pat had memorized the numbers weeks ago.

"Which one of us is supplying?"

"I think it should be you."

"Me!?" Pete was shocked, had he done something good lately, something worthy of such phrase? "Why me? I'm the idiot screaming your name to the neighborhood.."

"Exactly. And, well, I think that...well...I'm, I'm more of a mom...even though I am on top." Pat couldn't help but lightly blush as Pete gave a chuckle.

"Well, I'll provide my finest." Pete tried to sound serious as he stifled a light laughter.

"So, so...we're doing this?"

"If she's willing....I mean, come on Patrick. If you didn't want to, you wouldn't of told me."

Pat looked up at Pete's eyes. So confident, reassuring with he slightest mischievous hint, charming even. Just like always. Still, it was a risky decision. The girls could very well be lying, and during the nine-months she would be pregnant all three would have to lay low. Which, meant no doctor visits, and a potential for a miscarriage or an unhealthy birth at least. The hospital would want to know who's child it was when she showed up in labor without a husband, a lie would have to take place. It would only be safe when she abandoned the child at their door-step. Only then did it become legal. The government may of made adoption laws, but there was noting on abandonment.

"It'll be fine, Babe." Pete whispered as he wrapped his hand around the back of Patrick's head and started to rub the nape of his neck with his thumb, apparently even Pete knew the correct way to asses a serious situation...sometimes.

The slow, gentle back and forth motion soon interrupted the "what ifs" that clouded Patrick's mind and a new rush of thoughts took their hold.

"How about we try and get to work on that second requirement?"