(One year and three months)
It had never been a problem. It had never been a big deal. It had never been an issue. And any other similes you could come up with for it not being that big of a deal.
But right now? This was utter bullshit.
He had his arm physically around Patrick when Pete had gotten back from the bathroom, and Patrick looked more than uncomfortable. It made Pete sick. It made Pete feel a whole lot of things he doesn't think he should say out loud. But mainly, it made Pete fucking pissed.
Who gave him the right to touch his Patrick?
Pete rushed over, yanking Patrick away suddenly, making his boyfriend yelp slightly, and sigh when he realized it was Pete.
The drunk asshole who was leaning all over Patrick got up, rolling up his sleeves like he was going to do something. To Pete. Laughable.
"Please don't touch what doesn't belong to you," Pete snarled, pushing the small (now blushing) boy behind him, puffing up his chest a bit ('what an alpha male', Patrick thought, rolling his eyes).
The drunken man spit on him, and reached past him to grab at Patrick again, making Patrick recoil away, hiding behind Pete. Patrick wasn't a pussy, but in this situation, a man much bigger than him, and Pete for that matter, drunk, and trying to get at him, made him a little bit less than confident in his fighting ability.
Pete took no hesitation in punching him in the face. "Watch it!" he spat at the man, pushing him against the bar roughly. The man smiled and laughed, blood spilling from his mouth a bit. Pete didn't smile or laugh, he just grabbed Patrick by the arm and ran out of the bar, repeating the words 'you're mine' quietly.
When Pete got Patrick home he slammed him into the wall, hard enough to show him that he could, but not hard enough so as to break any bones in his tiny body.
He kissed up and down his neck, growling and snarling and sniffing him like a fucking animal, and Patrick had never been more turned on in his life, until Pete dropped down and threw Patrick over his shoulder, carrying him to the bed.
Needless to say, whenever Pete's around, the whole fucking world knows who Patrick belongs to.
