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[Sep. 14th, 2009|09:41 pm] |
Patrick's father didn't live at Wolf Haven, but as soon as Patrick had been born he'd sent him to live with Hunter's pack. It hadn't been so much a responsibility thing as a convenience thing. Like many rich parents sent their children to a boarding school, Patrick Sr. had decided that his son would best grow up somewhere else. Besides, the pack could teach him far more than his father alone could. He was frequently sent lavish gifts though and his father often tried to send Hunter money for his care as well. When the black Maserati Gran Turismo showed up for his 18th birthday, Patrick was mildly amused. Sullivan had nearly shit himself and really that had been more fun for Patrick than the car itself. At the moment, he was standing next to Sully as he looked under the hood, making almost girly sounds.
Unlike Patrick's father, Kelly's wanted nothing to do with him but he didn't have the money to pay for the boy's care. Instead he was just dumped off on the porch one day and Hunter had had no choice but to raise him. Of course, it wasn't a bad life. He never wanted for anything and though he wasn't the strongest wolf in the pack, he could hold his own among them. The afternoon that Patrick's father sent the car, Kelly had been out for a run and when he came back in just a pair of torn cargo shorts, he frowned at the sight of the car. And at the sight of Sullivan and Patrick standing together. "What the fuck is going on?"
Even if Kelly's voice was a bit grouchy, Patrick turned toward him with a big grin on his face. "It's two weeks late, but this is my birthday present from my dad. I saw it in one of Sullivan's magazines and thought it looked nice. Do you like it?" Patrick's tone was far from bragging; he was just excited now that Kelly was around and he wanted to tell him about it. Sullivan groaned when he ran his hands over the clean V8. "The 2009 is fucking amazing--2008 is shit, but the 09? Jesus."
"Why don't you go inside and jerk off thinking about it." Kelly said to Sullivan, bumping him out of the way so that he could look at the inside of the car. Then he turned to look at Patrick, frowning a little bit. "It's a car, so what." Okay, maybe he was a little bit jealous. No one even knew when his birthday was, they had just called it the day that they found him.
Patrick always celebrated that day with a great deal of fanfare. Ever since they'd been kids, he'd always tried to make that day special for Kelly. When he bumped Sullivan out of the way, Patrick bit his tongue and watched Sullivan go through a range of emotions. The old Sullivan would have put Kelly in his place, started a huge knock-down drag out fight. Instead, the older wolf just snorted and slammed the hood down, narrowling missing Kelly's face with the edge of it. "Do you want to go into town with me?" Patrick asked hopefully.
Kelly jerked his head back when Sullivan slammed the hood down and he glared over at him. For the most part, Sullivan hadn't ever scared him, but he hadn't ever been interested in being around Austin and Sullivan. Patrick was the only person he really gave a fuck about. and Wendell, who he had taken a liking to instantly and was generally the only person Kelly ever listened to about anything. "What's your damage? Christ." He moved back away from Sullivan and turned to Patrick. "Let's go."
"You can play with it later, Sully," Patrick promised and Sullivan waved them off as if he didn't care. But he was already pretty in love with the car. Patrick opened the door and slipped inside, unlocking the passenger side door for Kelly. When he got in, he started the engine and took a second to appreciate how it purred. Pulling out of the garage, he headed down the driveway and then out onto the little highway that connected Wolf Haven to Coldwater Flats. "I guess he was thinking about bringing it in person--but he couldn't get away from work." There was a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Right." Kelly was never very optimistic when it came to anything to do with fathers of any type. "I don't think that it's a very good idea to see him anyway." Kelly hung one leg out the window and he rested his bare foot against the dashboard. "You know we can't get out of the car. I don't have a shirt or shoes."
"It would have been nice to see him. I haven't seen him since like--two Thanksgivings ago. Why wouldn't it be good to see him?" Even if Patrick tried to be understanding, half the time he simply couldn't get Kelly's views on dads. Glancing over at the other boy, he smiled, always liking to see the way he owned his space. He looked like he belonged everyplace that he deemed worthy of his presence. "Since when has being shirtless stopped you from trouncing around everywhere?"
"Since today." Kelly was in a mood. But he was generally in a mood whenever Patrick's dad sent him gifts. Part of it was the lack of his own father, but part of it was also that Patrick always seemed so happy with them, and Kelly was sort of afraid that one day his father really would come back and try to take him away.
"I love it when you're a dick, Kelly. It turns me on." A lot could roll off of Patrick's back and he flashed his friend a wide grin to challenge him to do his worst. Opening up the sunroof, he stepped on the gas to kick the car into the next gear.
"Well then why don't you just pull over and suck me off then, if you are so turned on." He rolled the window down and just leaned against it, letting the breeze blow through his hair as they headed in the direction of cold water. "Where are we going anyway."
He would. Patrick had always had a crush on Kelly. Thinking about doing what Kelly suggested made him twist a little in the fine leather seat as he swallowed back a little laugh. "We're just going for a drive, I guess. Since you can't go in anywhere with your new found modesty."
"Whatever, there isn't anywhere that we can go that will just let me in. Except Mabel's, we could always go there and get some pie or something." He always had a soft spot for that woman, mostly because she was gorgeous and she babied him from time to time.
"Okay," he nodded. He could always go for her cooking. Pushing the speed limit, they arrived in Coldwater in no time. "I think Mabel has a crush on you," he said as he got out of the car. "She lets you get away with anything."
"Yeah, well, she's pretty hot." Kelly got out of the car and he headed up to the door, letting himself in. He let Patrick catch up on his own as he went to look for a table to sit at. They got the same thing every time they went there but he picked up a menu and settled in to look at it anyway.
Patrick had to force a laugh at that. He shut the door behind him and stuffed his keys into his pocket as he followed Kelly inside. None of the customers seemed to even notice the fact that the boy didn't have a shirt or any shoes on. Mabel glanced up and popped over to the table, beating the little waitress there. "Really? A menu? Don't pretend you two are going to be adventurous."
"Yeah, I'm going to get something different today." Kelly smiled at Mabel, a genuine smile because she always cheered him up. "What is good today? Do you have any specials?" There were specials everyday, but he never took the time to learn them because he always just got a double bacon cheeseburgers, chilli fries, and whatever pie he felt like that afternoon.
It wasn't that Patrick didn't like Mabel, but he didn't like the way he saw Kelly flirting with her. Okay, so maybe it wasn't flirting, but Patrick imagined that it was. "We've got some Colorado Green Chili today." She rested a hand on her hip, glancing between the two of them. "But I seriously doubt you two could handle the spice."
"That's what I want." He handed her the menu. "And I want my usual in addition to that. And whatever pie is best today." He always let her pick which dessert she was going to bring him because there wasn't a single type of pie he didn't like.
"Why don't you just bang her?" Patrick said when Mabel was out of hearing range. He was trying to make light of it, but his tone had a hint of jealousy to it. He'd ordered the Egg's Nest and some ice cream and he sat back to wait patiently for it.
Nudging Patrick under the table with his foot, he just smirked. "Do you think that she'd let me fuck her?" He spoke like he had any experience with women whatsoever. Really, Kelly wasn't all that interested in anyone, aside from Patrick, he just wanted to be left alone.
Patrick offered a shrug and a shake of his head. "Probably not," he said and pulled his foot away from Kelly's touch. "Do you really want to?" He quirked a brow, playing with the fork that was already on the table.
"What the fuck do you think?" Kelly rolled his eyes and he put his foot back down as he sat up a little more. "Let's talk about something else, this subject is boring me." He really didn't want to talk about fucking Mabel or about fucking anyone in general.
"What crawled up your ass today?" He wrinkled his nose and wadded up his napkin, chucking it at Kelly. "Let's talk about that." He was being good natured about it and it didn't seem to bother him so much. But he was sure as hell going to mention it.
"Nothing." Kelly made a face at him and brushed the napkin out of the way on the table so that it wasn't in front of him. Really, he always got like this whenever Patrick's dad sent him anything or contacted him in any way.
He put his chin in his hand and scrunched up his nose. Mabel brought the food out, balancing it easily in her arms. When she left them to eat, Patrick started chewing on his bottom lip. "I wanted to talk to you," he smiled a little and there was clearly something on his mind.
"What do you want to talk about." He took one of his fries and dipped it into the bowl of chilli that Mabel thought was too spicy for Kelly. But Kelly was like a garbage disposal and he had yet to come across something that disagreed with him as far as food went.
"Well," Patrick started, cutting up his toast so he could eat it with a fork. "I've been talking to this guy on the internet for awhile now. He saw some pictures I posted and messaged me." As he spoke he got a little excited, thinking that what he was about to say was fantastic news. "So like, he thought I was good enough looking to be in one of his films and he offered me a job with his production company!"
"What kind of movie? How can he tell just by looking at you if you'd be a good actor?" Kelly really didn't bother much with the internet. It seemed boring to him. He was more interested in reading or going for a run than anything else. Socializing was never one of his strong suits.
"I already filmed one," he blurted as if he'd been keeping it a secret for a century. Actually it had only been about a week. "Um--it's one of those adult film companies. You know, porn." He'd never been all that shy about sex and he didn't think there was anything wrong with pornography. He'd sure as hell watched enough of it online. "He paid me like two grand." Not that money was ever an issue for Patrick.
That just stunned Kelly into silence and he even stopped eating, which wasn't something that happened very often. "Are you fucking insane?" Because really, the boy had to be if he was willing to put himself at risk like that. "I mean, really? Really insane?"
Patrick was as surprised at Kelly's response as Kelly had been at the news. "What! I'm not insane. It's totally harmless. And it's fun." He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm eighteen now, everything is legit. I've seen the guy's movies and they're good. He said I did a great job."
Kelly just wrinkled his nose and turned his head away from Patrick. "That's fucking disgusting. I can't even believe youd' think about doing something like that. o you know what kind of danger you put all the people on the set in? What if you shift?"
"Oh, because getting fucked by complete strangers in a professional setting is going to get me so riled up that I shift." The only person he could imagine being able to do that to him was sitting in front of him, disgusted with him. "It was fine. No one died." He paused for a second and looked down at his meal. "Maybe you can see it when it comes out."
"No thanks." Kelly wasn't interested in watching Patrick get fucked by anyone. The jealousy that had been threatening to spill over all day was rearing it's ugly head again and he suddenly wasn't hungry anymore. "I'm going home."
Patrick sighed. "Please don't be like that. I'm really excited about this." He reached across the table to try and grab Kelly's hand. He wanted Kelly's attention and he went about trying to get it the wrong way.
Kelly pulled his hand back away from Patrick and he just made a sour face at him. "Don't be like that? You are letting someone fuck you for money. What am I supposed to think about that?"
"You make it sound like I'm turning tricks on the street. It's really safe and kind of artistic. I mean, I've always wanted to be involved in the film industry and lots of actors have started out in porn." He couldn't think of any names at the moment but he was sure people had made the leap to mainstream acting.
"Whatever. It's disgusting." Kelly got up from the table, leaving behind most of his food. He was going to have to pay Mabel back later but he wasn't going to sit there and eat with Patrick when he was so pissed off at him.
Patrick got up and followed him. "Are you seriously mad at me? It's not any of your business who I have sex with." He was keeping his voice down, not wanting to casue a scene in the middle of the restaurant.
"Then don't fucking tell me who you are having sex with and we won't have this problem." He walked out of the restaurant and he started back in the direction of the haven. He was going to walk back because he didn't want to ride with Patrick in his stupid brand new fucking car.
Stubbornly, Patrick kept following him. He walked in angry silence for a little while and then reached out to grab at Kelly's arm. "I didn't tell you. I told you about something I was excited about and something that I wanted to do for a long time. You should be more supportive instead of a complete dick about it."
"More supportive about you letting someone fuck you for money on camera? So that the whole world can see you getting drilled just because you think it's glamorous? It's not. It's trashy. So be excited about it all you want but don't ask me to back you on it. Let go of me now."
Patrick grit his teeth and held onto Kelly more tightly, just daring him to do something physical against it. He was so fucking pissed about this and he didn't really even know why.
Lifting his hand up he just shoved at Patrick to get him the fuck back away from him. Kelly had a temper, there was secret about it, but he wasn't going to stand there and talk to him if he didn't want to. "Fuck off."
With his free hand, Patrick hauled back and punched Kelly. He was wirey and not very strong, but he put all of his effort into it. At the same time, he released Kelly from his grasp.
Kelly had already been pulling back from him so the punch knocked him down and he hit the ground hard on account of how hard he'd been trying to get away from Patrick in the first place. He rolled over and put his hand against the back of his head before he started to get up. Now he was really mad.
It was incredibly satisfying to see Kelly go down and Patrick stood there, glaring at him. "I guess now I'll fuck off."
"Yeah. Go fuck yourself. Or go let someone pay you to fuck you." he turned his back on Patrick and started to walk away, absolutely fuming. His head was bleeding where he'd hit it, and the blood dripped down his bare back, but he didn't notice. He was going to head off to the edge of town, shift, and run back to the house.
He wanted to curl up right there and sob, but as he watched Kelly walk away from him, he noted the blood and he bit the inside of his cheek hard. Goddamnit, he thought to himself. "Kelly, wait. You're bleeding." He jogged to catch up and touched the blood on his back, showing the spark of red to the other boy.
"I don't care, get away from me." Kelly jerked away from his touch and he turned to keep on walking. His head hurt but he knew if he just shifted it would go away and he wouldn't even worry about it at all.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, stopping in his tracks and giving up. He was probably never going to win Kelly's respect back. Instead of walking back to the car, he just sat down where he was and sighed.
Kelly walked away from him, not really wanting to have this conversation with him at all. Instead he just wanted to get home and go to his room so he could be alone.
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