⠀ Patrick holds back a chuckle as he feels him guide his hand back to his tummy. Fingers gently move over clothed muscles as he presses yet another kiss to Matthew’s lips. He’s so perfect. How did he get so lucky? “…love you, chickadee.” ⠀

ㅤ ㅤ 𝙽𝙾 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚁𝚂. ♡ ㅤ

⠀ What a silly coincidence! He’s just as clingy to Matthew as Matthew is to him. ⠀

⠀ {{ pspsps writer’s account just dropped 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙏𝙇𝙀 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙀𝙉.ᐟ follow it with your own writer’s account! (if ya want!) ⠀

⠀ 1234-Get-Fucked. ⠀

⠀ Perhaps. ⠀

⠀ Only the best for his sweet little love dove. He’s not giving out his credit card info, though. Sorry. ⠀

ㅤ ㅤ 𝙽𝙾 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚁𝚂. . 🖤 ㅤ

⠀ Soon. ⠀

⠀ He can make it as soon as now, if he’d like. He can hold a knífe to Matthew’s throat and ask him to do the same. A dangerous tango. But oh-so thrilling. ⠀

⠀ He too produces a knife from his suit jacket. A kitchen knife, normally unsuitable for anything besides slicing vegetables. With practiced precision, he too keeps the tip pointed right under Matthew’s chin. “I know I do. It’s ‘cause we’re both sick in the head.” ⠀

⠀ Strongly considering silencing him. ⠀

⠀ Grabbing a pair of gloves and stuffing them in his mouth. ⠀

⠀ … Flicking his nose. Hard. ⠀

⠀ “Oh, shut up. You’re just spreading lies. I can do the same thing if I wanted to, but since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll refrain from doing such a thing. You’re welcome.” He angles his chin up, scowling. ⠀

⠀ Patrick recognizes this. He’s trying not to be lured in. “Do you get off on annoying me? I thought being in a relationship was about kissing and doing other mushy shit.” Clearly not. ⠀

⠀ “Doesn’t that fall under ‘mushy shit’?” He folds his arms. Is he trying to imply something? …he’ll help him out with that, if he wants. “Of course you can. But don’t you think there are other ways to have fun that don’t involve… pissing me off?“ ⠀

⠀ He has a point. Frankly, he considers anything that “normal” couples do to be “mushy”. “Good god, you’re infuriating sometimes.” He shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can you just… not do that? For once in your life? Please?” He seems to be pleading. ⠀

⠀ Patrick sighs, wiping his brow. He just needs to stop reacting. That’s it. Yet it’s so hard for him. He feels like he’s kicked forward whenever he hears him make a snide comment. Forced to react. “…thanks.” It’s mumbled. Not meeting his eyes. Regaining his smile. ⠀

⠀ This, naturally, causes him to smile even brighter. Damn right, he’s got an excellent smile. “Dunno. I’m done with my errands for the day, so there’s really nothing to do but bum around town and bother some of the weirdos by the subway stations. You got any better ideas?” ⠀