Patrick sighed loudly as he entered his small living quarters, it had been a very long day and the work had been very …very ... 'What was that word?' Patrick strained his already worn out brain as he stubbornly tried to recall the word.

'Ah yes! The work had been very stre..stre..strenuous.' Patrick smiled, pleased with himself yet exhausted. He walked tiredly to the fridge to check what scrapes he had left, not much... he settled on one of his favorites, 'drinkable sausage'. He gulped a few chugs and then collapsed himself over the hard but thankfully temporary bed.

As his body began to relax and his eyes drifted slowly shut, the images of his dear beloved friend overflowed his mind. Patrick could clearly imagine his friend as he remembered him, his bright smile and large blue eyes glistening with laughter and joy. Patrick was overcome with the love he felt as he pictured his yellow friend and recalled all the times he had been there for him, day in and day out. When all others had given up on him and labeled him too stupid to bother with, he was there...

'He's so... so damn gorgeous...' Patrick gushed at the images his brain was simulating for him as it quickly brought him to a specific memory. It was that night again, that magical night that they had for the first time expressed their love and appreciation for each other. Patrick mind then skipped to the gorgeous scene of his cherished friend lying beneath him as he straddled his soft plush-like hips. Patrick remembered fondly how his friend looked... breathing fast, his chest quickly rising and falling as they stared at one another.

Patrick body stiffened focusing on his friends accelerated breath flowed rapidly against his lovely parted lips. Patrick emotions fired up with that familiar feeling again... the feeling he couldn't quite explain. He felt this way when he had first left but managed to bury it, however over the past months he noticed himself becoming weaker at containing the memories and the fantasies of his dear friend. Patrick dove deeper into the memory transporting himself back to him straddling the sponge's hips but this time his mind imagined a different scenario. Instead of hugging each other to sleep, Patrick caressed his face then slowly descend down the sponge's body, noting the texture of his skin against his fingertips. The sponge responded to the starfish's touch by shuddering his entire body against his lustful hand.

Patrick couldn't help his own hand slowly slid down his abdomen into his shorts as that 'feeling' began to grow more and more impassioned. He gripped himself firmly, the image of his sponge still overwhelming his mind, the firm grasp caused his breath to hitch and toss his head back in pure but agonizing pleasure. Patrick rolled his eyes back picturing himself sit upright against the sponge and slowly begin to roll his hips against him.

Patrick bit his lip, drowning in the bliss, it felt so real... he could feel the intense heat growing between their legs as he grinded harder. Patrick hand in turn sped up with the concentration of that feeling becoming increasingly stronger in his lower abdomen. Patrick could feel his forehead beginning to sweat as his breath quickened rapidly, he pictured one final thrust against the sponge's heat which erupted a deep and pleasure-evoked moan from the sponge's beautiful lips that immediately brought Patrick over the edge as he toes curled and that concentrated feeling in his abdomen finally released in multiple tidal waves throughout his entire body. Patrick let out a long pleasured filled moan of relief as he gasped and struggled to slow his breathing.

He had made a mess, but he couldn't be bothered with that in the slightest... all he could think of was his dear beloved Spongebob.