Since he was still bored and it would be hours until his parents came home, once he’d finished his ill-gotten snacks Pat did what came naturally. He leaned back in his chair and put his hand down his pants.
He was feeling too lazy to pull up a video on his phone. He did what he usually did, letting his mind drift over diffuse feelings, or ideas, or memories. Like the time he made out with a girl and she was wearing very short shorts, and he slid his hands up her thighs as he kissed her. Or imaginary scenarios. Pat wasn’t that imaginative, but he had a vivid recurring fantasy of licking someone’s dimples, even though he’d never kissed a girl with dimples. Stuff like that.
Since he’d just spent an hour watching those dramas, it was natural those images were the ones that drifted into his mind. The flash of the scene he’d glimpsed, before Pa closed her laptop the first time: the dude in the three-piece suit, biceps pressing against his shirt-sleeves, leaning over the slim dude in the hoodie, his nice hands curled in overly long sleeves as if he might reach out. Before the frame where it all went wrong. Pat’s breathing sped up. Oddly, the images made him catch his breath rather than jarring him out of the moment, so he let the mental reel continue. Pat was a big believer in letting things play out without overthinking.
This is an utterly delightful Pat voice, it made me smile even during the angsty bits of the show.