Patrick knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn't help himself. Thank god Kevin was in the other room, busy looking through his books and shelves, nosing around, so Patrick could have a minute to pull himself together as he cleared away the mess from their takeout meal, and poured them both a drink.
As far as test drives went, this one was pretty awesome. A few awkward moments here and there, a couple of pregnant silences that he felt compelled to fill, but all in all...it had been a fucking amazing day. And there was so much more of it left. They had hours until the morning. Hours and hours to just be together, hang out with no ticking clock, no pressure... This evening deserved the good scotch.
He had been right to stick to his guns about the rugby, too. After their conversation on the roof Patrick had worried that maybe he'd been a bit too much of a drama queen about the whole thing. After all the effort Kevin must have gone to to secure them a whole day alone together he should have probably been a little more gracious and not made a fuss about Dom's rugby game...but...it had sort of felt important to him to put his foot down just a little. If they were to be equals in this affair then he couldn't just be at Kevin's beck and call whenever he felt like it. Though if Kevin hadn't just simply suggested that he go to the game with Patrick, there was a distinct possibility that Patrick would have ultimately cancelled his plans. He would have played hard to get for a couple of hours maybe, but then the very thought of not getting to spend the time with Kevin would probably have made him cave. Lucky for him Kevin was in a decidedly upbeat mood these days. A little more open, a little more affectionate, showing he cared about Patrick in lots of little ways, which felt nice. Really nice. But more importantly Kevin seemed willing to spend time with Patrick any way he could, and if that meant spending time with Patrick's friends, apparently Kevin was up for that. Which was also really nice. But strange.
It was easy to understand the parameters of an affair. They got to fuck when they could. They got to share secret smiles and text each other sly messages. They got to lust from afar, and whenever possible they got to steal moments to laugh and tease and joke with each other. So it was like living the first days of a flirtation over and over again. Like perpetually having a new crush and never having to learn about the bad bits. The morning breath. The dirty socks on the floor. The annoying parents and irritating friends. And you never had to talk about the future. You never had to have those difficult conversations about who felt what and where you saw this going and all those uncomfortable anxiety-inducing discussions. Each day was like a fun new discovery. No pressure. No expectations.
Though truthfully that bit wasn't always easy. The 'expectations' bit. Patrick couldn't help but find himself factoring Kevin into his plans, though he knew it was just...silly. Or he would hear something stupid on the television and automatically think how funny Kevin would find it and how he had to remember to tell him. Or he would catch himself almost telling his friends something Kevin had said, and he really tried not to do that because he didn't want it to become normal. More recently he had even found himself rating his evenings as to how Kevin-worthy they were. Would this be something Kevin enjoyed doing? Would a particular bar be a place Kevin would like? A particular show be something they would enjoy watching together? A song he heard on the radio be something they would sing out loud to in the car on a road trip? He had begun to see his whole life through the prism of Kevin Matheson, but, fortunately, he was aware enough to sense it happening and was able put a stop to it. Most of the time. When he was busy and occupied. But alone at night? It was harder.
And it was then he sometimes let himself wonder what Kevin was doing right at that moment? Sleeping? Having sex with Jon? Thinking about Patrick? And at his very weakest moments Patrick sometimes indulged himself and let himself imagine that Kevin was lying in his own bed, staring up at his own ceiling and maybe wishing he was with Patrick. Maybe wishing Jon had stayed behind in Seattle and had decided not to join him here in San Francisco and that Kevin had come alone and unencumbered and had seen Patrick and fallen in lust with him and they were now weeks into their newish relationship and they were talking about Thanksgiving and Christmas plans and...
So maybe a part of him had wanted to sabotage the weekend and he wouldn't cancel the plans with Dom because he knew it was probably a really stupid thing to do. Spend a whole day together as if they were a normal couple. Because this weekend didn't fit into the parameters of an affair that he had been working so hard to stay within. What was Kevin doing, planning this weekend? He had seemed so fucking overjoyed that they would get to have a whole day together. 'Twenty eight solid hours' he had grinned happily, as if he didn't have a care in the world. And then so casually telling Patrick not to cancel his plans if he didn't want to, but to take Kevin with him. To Dom's rugby game. As if it were completely normal.
Patrick had been charmed by his cheeky smile, Kevin looking like an eager little boy in that outrageous dog sweater. He was always charmed by one thing or another. He never stood a chance against Kevin's desires. And knowing that Kevin wanted to spend that time with him...fuck. He was totally helpless to deny him anything.
But later, alone, preparing, panicking...he marveled at what a pushover he was. Seriously, what was Kevin thinking? How could he be so cavalier about them just turning up together? Though work colleagues could obviously do things outside of the office on weekends as friends,...Kevin KNEW his friends knew they weren't just buddies. How was this going to work? Was everyone just going to pretend no one knew anything?
God. This stuff was so fucking confusing sometimes. He had been so flustered, contemplating the weekend ahead, running around trying to tidy up his apartment so it looked like grown up, responsible adults lived there, that he had almost texted Kevin to cancel. Thank god for Agustin. He could be such a pain in the ass but he was also one of the few people that knew how to calm him down. And he lacked a moral compass so that helped in this situation. He was the perfect person to enlist in helping at the drugstore too. A little errand to take Patrick's mind off the bigger picture. A little reminder that this was ultimately about sex. All about sex. Hopefully lots of it. And that all this angst was worth it because the sex was spectacular.
Patrick hadn't fully appreciated how far he'd come sexually until that moment in the drugstore with Agustin, picking out enemas for the first time in his life so he could clean his ass out for Kevin. He'd made a silly joke about being fresh as a mountain stream in a campy voice and Agustin had jumped all over him as usual.
'Is that what this is about? You still think getting fucked makes you the girl in the relationship?' Agustin had asked, preparing to give his 'how you fuck doesn't define you' lecture.
But Patrick had cut him off quickly, because honestly, the sex was now the absolute least of his problems and hang ups.
'Trust me. I am completely versatile, and loving it.' Patrick had reassured him. 'You kind of have to be with this one' he finished, resignedly. Kevin was a fucking force of nature. A human steamroller. Resistance was futile. There was nothing Patrick couldn't imagine doing with, to and for Kevin sexually. And he really was loving it. So he hadn't called to cancel. He had decided to go through with the weekend however ill-advised a part of him felt it would be, because...fuck it...he wanted to be with Kevin too. He wanted that day. He wanted a 'test run' as Agustin had suggested he think of it as. He wanted to take this gorgeous man to Dom's rugby game and show him off, and he wanted to learn about him. He wanted to find out about his morning breath, and about whether he slept with his socks on, and if he stacked dirty dishes in the sink or just left them lying around, and what shows he found funny, and how he woke up in the morning, and what he looked like sleeping, and what it would be like to have a whole uninterrupted night when they could just go slow and easy and not look at the clock and not negotiate what they got to do in the small amount of time they had...
And thank fuck he hadn't cancelled because the day so far had been everything a perfect day could be. Just fucking perfect. And more so because it WASN'T perfect but they had still made it through the odd bumps, and Patrick had felt somehow that every passing moment just showed how right some things could be even though they were obviously fundamentally wrong. Which didn't make any sense in his head but felt very true anyway. Kevin seemed happy too. Like he was having real fun. Like he was enjoying being with Patrick and Patrick made him happy and made him want to talk and reveal things about himself.
Sitting in a bar before Dom's game, trying to get some 'Dutch courage' as Kevin had put it, Patrick had felt the awkwardness of the situation at first. Here they were, together, NOT about to have sex, not discussing plans about having sex, and not in a work setting where they had met and discovered each other. He knew Kevin so well in so many ways, but in others he didn't know him at all. He knew what Kevin was like as a manager, as a lover, as a fellow nerd, as a gay man in the tech world, but...who was Kevin's family? Who were his friends? How did the man before him get formed? He didn't know any of those things and he really wanted to. He was fascinated by the details.
But those wasn't the sort of things you just blurted questions out about. Still, ultimately a way had been presented to him, as they had fallen into talking about their smart-phone gay themed matching game. They'd been laughing about some of the characters, gossiping over which ones they had experiences with, which ones they identified with, which ones scared the living shit out of them, and Patrick had asked which type of character best described Kevin when he had first come out as gay. To Patrick's delight and astonishment, Kevin had opened up, shared more than Patrick could have imagined. Seeing the man before him, so self-assured, self-possessed, in control, successful, Patrick would never have imagined the childhood and background he revealed. A trouble-making kid, given up by all except his dad as a lost cause, abandoned by his own mother, growing up in a bleak, shitty town from where he'd escaped as soon as he could. Wow. Just, fucking, wow. This scrappy, battling teenage Kevin made the current version so much more impressive. Patrick hadn't had to fight against anything other than his parent's upper middle class fear of what the neighbors would say about a gay son. And a cold, withholding mother who had seemed both disappointed and fearful of her son for a while. And an emotionally absent father who solved all his problems by escaping to a golf course. Rich kid problems. But still, his mother hadn't abandoned him and he knew he had her love, and she would always have his back and would probably die for him if need be...so, there was that. It was so hard to imagine being deserted by the one person whose love was supposed to be unconditional and guaranteed. His heart ached for Kevin.
And then all that was forgotten when, for a few seconds, he thought Kevin was proposing to him, and his mind shut down. Kevin was joking about his visa, telling Patrick that he needed to get married before his final two years were up or he'd be shipped back to his home town. Romford. Then he'd simply said 'Let's do it' and Patrick's heart had stuttered.
'Do what?' he'd asked, stupidly.
Of course Kevin was referring to getting to the rugby game, but it took Patrick a moment to recover because for an instant it seemed entirely plausible that Kevin would be suggesting they get married. And that was fucking terrifying.
The rugby game, when they finally got there, was predictably boring. Not one of them knew what was going on except for Kevin and the few moments Dom played were confusing as hell. Kevin was quite the hit though, seducing everyone with his usual easy-going self. He was always so effortlessly comfortable, in any situation. He never seemed ruffled, or out of place or remotely unsure of himself. And Agustin's friend Eddie seemed particularly taken with him, which made Patrick feel very full of himself, because Kevin was an obvious catch and at the moment, Patrick was the one who had caught him. Not that he could preen about it, of course. But it was enough just knowing it.
That one tense moment, where Eddie had flirted shamelessly with Kevin and asked if he had a boyfriend, Patrick had felt a twinge of anxiety creeping in again even though Agustin had clumsily tried to steer Eddie off the topic. Of course Jon existed but he didn't need reminders of him today. This was their day. Thankfully Kevin had handled the questions about Jon calmly and matter-of-factly, forestalling the need for Patrick to jump in as he had been about too, and then, thank god, before the obligatory pictures came out to appease Eddie's curiosity, the action on the rugby field had finally picked up and Eddie was distracted. It had taken a few minutes for Patrick to recover from that little episode, but Kevin seemed unperturbed so Patrick decided to follow his lead and shake it off.
What had ultimately helped was Kevin's funny, sweet little football chant. Watching him lead the others in cheering Dom on he could see all the things that he and everyone else admired about him. Not only was he gorgeous to look at, but he was funny, playful, friendly and a natural alpha. Totally commanding any space he was in. Patrick had to stop gazing at him, making a spectacle of himself but in that moment he'd felt so overwhelmed with emotion it had been impossible NOT to stare. He'd been so fucking proud.
God. It was easy to see how he could be 'in love' because wouldn't anyone be? Infatuated, starry-eyed, lusting. But right at that moment sitting on the bleachers of that rugby field, the feelings of tenderness, of pride, ownership... Patrick felt helpless before them, and he knew if he let himself think about them too much, he would be scared and the feelings would turn ugly. So he didn't. He dragged Kevin up the steps, away from his friends, away from any watching eyes, pulling him along by his hand. Should he be holding his hand in public? Kevin didn't seem to mind. Patrick pushed him against the wall of the empty corridor and stepped up close. They'd spent a couple of hours together already and hadn't been able to kiss or touch or grope, and he had enough of waiting. They had all day but, god, he wanted to fucking kiss him now. To make up for all the times in his life when he'd yearned to kiss someone and hadn't. When he'd sat watching others express themselves freely and he hadn't been able to. Well, it was his turn now. All he wanted was a sweet, innocent teenage kiss. Nothing crazy, nothing x-rated, just a simple kiss to show a little of the happiness and contentment he was feeling.
Of course Kevin wasn't exactly on the same page, and had got a little more excited than Patrick was anticipating, so going back to their seats was apparently not an option. Patrick was not complaining one bit. That was enough rugby to last him a good long time. He'd much rather go back to his place and make out with Kevin anyway. They sneaked out, giggling together like schoolboys, this time Kevin dragging him by the hand, hurrying him along.
Fortunately they both remembered before they got on the muni heading to Patrick's home that they hadn't actually eaten anything, and Patrick had to admit to Kevin that he had nothing in the house and that he couldn't actually cook anything but mac n' cheese. Kevin had the perfect solution of course. Take-out. Specifically, fried chicken. Patrick couldn't help but shudder a little at that, but he kept quiet.
In the end take-out dinner at his kitchen table had been lovely. Easy going. A lot of flirting, a little work talk, a little gossip about colleagues. Kevin had forced Patrick to explain his fascination with horror movies and that had led to Patrick telling stories of his childhood, how he had first seen the Exorcist when his sister had dragged him to the multiplex as a cover for meeting up with her boyfriend and how he'd watched people making out all around him and so now horror movies were forever inextricably linked to teenage horniness and unrelieved chubbies. Kevin promised he would take Patrick to a movie and let him live out his fantasy. Soon.
And so here they were, take-out demolished, Patrick pouring them after-dinner drinks, grinning from ear to ear, happy, serene.
'Finding the Boyfriend Within' Kevin called from the living room, and Patrick's whole body clenched. Fuuuuuck. Oh shit. He'd found the stash of self help books that Patrick had bought in a determined effort years ago to take control of his dating life. This was all he needed. Kevin would tear to him to fucking pieces. He fucking LOVED making fun of Patrick as it was, and this was just the perfect ammunition. Patrick cringed inwardly as he prepared himself for the coming slaughter. And yes, of course he was looking forward to it because making Kevin laugh was one of his favorite things to do, and frankly those books were somewhat ridiculous even though he'd devoured them religiously, but honestly, something a little less embarrassing would have been preferable. What would someone like Kevin possibly understand about having a book like that. He'd had a rough childhood but it was obvious now he could get anyone he wanted. Patrick had to pinch himself to remind himself that currently Kevin wanted HIM! How crazy was that? Honestly, what did he see in him?
Predictably Kevin had laughed. A lot. Patrick had played along, resigned to being the butt of the joke as usual, but Kevin had turned it all around in a second, and suddenly Patrick found himself the focus not of Kevin's laughter, but of his desire.
'Well, I think he's hot, this inner boyfriend.' Kevin told him as he stalked towards Patrick, all thoughts of the book clearly forgotten as his purpose became obvious. Patrick was mesmerized as usual when faced with Kevin's determined seduction. But Patrick wanted there to be more than sex tonight. He had been spoilt today. He had a glimpse of what an ordinary day could be and he wanted more. So he'd asked Kevin for time. Time to take it slow. Time to relax and rest with each other, feel that closeness but outside of sex. Kevin had agreed. He'd even seemed impressed with Patrick's suggestion.
So they'd settled on his old comfortable sofa and Patrick had switched the tv on, clicking through to a show he enjoyed, one Kevin had never seen before and one he was impressed with. Eventually they settled deeper and deeper into each other, and ended up with Patrick wrapped in Kevin's arms, Kevin's hand on his heart, Kevin's head next to his, his warm breath in his hair. This felt good. Easy. Just...right.
One more bump in the road. A phone call. Kevin's cell buzzing in his jeans' pocket. Kevin didn't answer but the caller was obvious. Patrick wasn't going to let that spoil the evening though. Jon would have other evenings to command Kevin's attention. Jon basically had ALL of Kevin's evenings to himself. This one was Patrick's. Jon wasn't allowed to intrude. Thoughts of Jon weren't going to spoil it. They'd be time enough for feeling guilty and shitty later on. Not fucking tonight.
'I think I'd have sex with her, if I were to go for a girl.' Patrick gestured at the tv screen where two cartoon characters were getting frisky, forcing his focus back to the show and to Kevin's arms holding him close. He loved the feel of Kevin's skin under his thumb. 'Or maybe I'd have a three-way. Would you have a three-way with them?' Patrick asked, determined to carry on as if nothing had happened.
'I'd have a three-way with you and your inner boyfriend' Kevin had kissed him sweetly on the cheek, and Patrick laughed. God, he was perfect. Knew just what to say.
And the night just kept improving in ways he'd never expected. Patrick had been looking forward to the sex so much. It was always mind-blowing, and after a day like today when he felt so close, so connected and in tune, he couldn't imagine anything better than having Kevin fuck him sweetly, possessively, tenderly. But apparently there WAS something better. Or at least, different and equally as delicious.
They'd moved into the bedroom once Kevin's roaming hands had finally driven Patrick to distraction. He was proud of how long he'd held out, but once he surrendered to the inevitable, he couldn't get Kevin unclothed and in bed quickly enough. And then there was just lovely skin covering firm muscles for him to stroke and clench and grip as Kevin rolled on top of him and got down to the serious business of kissing. Not those chaste sweet kisses of the afternoon, at the rugby field, but hot, luscious, wet kisses, with licking and biting, and fighting for who got to give and who got to take. It drove Patrick crazy that Kevin could control the kiss, could tease and tantalize him just by lifting his head away when he wanted to and force Patrick to reach for him, force Patrick to wait for his mouth to come back. But it was a good crazy. The kind of crazy that was making him so fucking hard. And having Kevin rub against him, cradling Kevin between his legs and feeling Kevin's rock-hard dick sliding and pushing against his own was the best type of crazy.
Patrick was more than ready to get to the fucking when Kevin pulled away to reach over for the condom. He put it playfully between his teeth and dropped it into Patrick's mouth. So fucking sexy. Patrick grinned as he imagined how he might torture Kevin a little in the putting on of the condom. But Kevin had totally turned his world upside down with his next words.
'Your turn' Kevin said quietly, staring at Patrick so intently, so focused, and Patrick's heart had flipped. What. The. Fuck. Really? He was honest to god going to get to fuck Kevin Matheson? This power top was going to hand himself over to him? Open up to him? Kevin rolled off him and onto his back. Patrick was still a couple of beats behind.
'Really?' He asked, because...well...really?
'Yeah' Kevin answered simply.
'But I'm fresh as a mountain stream.' Patrick mused, a smile finally coming through on his face as he realized this was really going to happen.
'What?' Kevin looked justifiably confused. No time for explanations now. No time for discussions of enemas, and firsts, and things he had done for this man. None of that mattered anyway because he was going to fuck Kevin Matheson. Fuck. Yeah.
'Nothing.' Patrick laughed, turning towards Kevin as he played with the condom. 'Let's do this' he said. And now Patrick was on top, and Patrick could kiss the fucking shit out of Kevin the way he wanted to, and Patrick could push Kevin's mouth open with his tongue and devour his lips and he could pull back his head and make Kevin follow his mouth and make Kevin as crazy as he was feeling himself. But it was Kevin who got to roll the condom on Patrick, and drag the process out, stroking him, teasing him cruelly, spreading lube over his cock with slow maddening movements of his firm strong hands, until Patrick was cursing him and almost begging him to let him get inside.
And when he finally got to push into Kevin, when he finally got to sink in deep and feel all the warmth and tightness around him, he wondered how he had gone so long without this. And at the same time he hoped Kevin felt one tenth as fantastic at being fucked as he always felt when Kevin was thrusting into him. Patrick started fucking him slowly. He wanted to feel every stroke in detail, every inch of him being enveloped, every breath being pushed out of Kevin. He didn't want to miss a second. Kevin's sighs, his moans as Patrick pushed in slowly, leisurely, they were fucking music to Patrick's ears. He couldn't keep at the slow pace though, because his own body was forcing him to speed up, to increase the friction, to multiply those feelings that were making him call out to god and jesus and Kevin and god again...But more than his own pleasure, he wanted to drive Kevin insane. He wanted to make his fucking head explode. He wanted him incoherent, panting, desperate, the way Kevin always made him. So Patrick thrust harder, deeper, faster, and he saw Kevin's eyes squeeze tight as he gasped, and then they opened wide as he looked up into Patrick's eyes and locked onto him.
Patrick blinked to keep focused, and he was proud of how long he managed to sustain it, but eventually he had to give up. He couldn't do it. He couldn't keep the connection because his own body was feeling so tightly wound, every muscle screaming for release, and he had to drop his head so he could keep it together because he didn't want to cum yet. He wanted them to cum together, and Kevin hadn't even touched himself once.
But then Kevin had whispered to him.
'Look at me. Look at me.' He had pleaded. And Patrick had lifted his eyes and what he saw blew his mind.
Kevin was on the verge of coming and Patrick had only seconds to take control so they could cum at the same time. He pulled out of Kevin and snapped the condom off, taking both their hard cocks in his hand and rubbing them hard, fast. Fuuuuuuck. This was...fuuuuuuck.
Gasping, groaning, Kevin Matheson came all over Patrick's hand, and came, and fucking came for fucking ever, having been fucked hard and having been fucked well, and Patrick came with him.
Kevin seemed to be in some sort of shock. Patrick smiled weakly as he realized that he had put him in this state. He, Patrick Murray, had make Kevin come like his head was going to explode. He'd made him lose his head, made him groan, made him tremble...fucking glorious. And even though he could barely catch his breath, watching Kevin shake his head as he tried to recover his senses, as he tried to understand what had happened to him was so fucking worth it.
He loved fucking Kevin Matheson, which was good to know. Another thing to add to their long list of ways they couldn't get enough of each other.
Eventually they had pulled themselves together enough to be able to get up and washed off. And though there was a slight sadness at the evening finally being over and the new day approaching, Patrick felt that the very best part of the night was arguably still to come. The sleeping in each other's arms. The 'i can wake up in middle of the night and demand a shag' part of the proceedings, when they got to experience the joy of just being held close by someone that you were getting entangled with deeper and deeper. And it was mutual. It was so mutual.
The day had been emotionally exhausting and the fuck had wrung him out physically, but still Patrick managed to murmur a few final things to Kevin before he would let himself get pulled into sleep. He barely knew what they were saying. At some point he was telling Kevin something about having picked up the groceries for a breakfast Kevin had promised him, as per Kevin's instructions. Someone had said something about what time they should wake up. One of them joked about snoring, about stealing the covers, about who got to spoon whom...just silly,meaningless stuff. Stuff he always imagined he would say to his lover as they drifted off. As Patrick finally succumbed to sleep, cocooned in Kevin's arms, feeling the heat of his chest and arms surround him, Kevin's breath in his hair and on his neck, he KNEW Kevin must be feeling the same intensity of emotion. It wasn't possible that it was all on his side. He couldn't manufacture all that by himself. It just was not possible...
Patrick was pulled awake, as he felt Kevin slide his arm away and turn over in the bed. He heard him reach for something and then there was silence before he heard Kevin's voice. Talking to someone on a phone. To Jon. Talking to Jon as he crept out of Patrick's bed and out of his room. Not quickly enough though. Not fast enough so that Patrick couldn't hear the conversation. And the fucking walls were thin anyway. So he could hear his lover talking to Jon, his boyfriend, having a nice chat. Sounding appropriately sleepy. Sounding genuinely happy about something that Jon had achieved. Asking him questions about something Jon was doing. Excited for Jon. Lying to Jon.
Patrick opened his eyes as he lay in bed, alone. It was not possible that the feelings were only on his side. He couldn't be such a fool. But...he was enough of a fool to have have forgotten his 'place', his 'role' for a few brief moments. Kevin lived with another man. And Kevin liked and wanted to fuck Patrick. And somehow those two things were okay for Kevin, as if they weren't connected. As if it was normal to have everything you wanted and not have to make a choice. As if you could lead two totally mutually exclusive lives and nobody would pay the price for that.
And Patrick didn't understand that. He just didn't. So what the fuck was he doing?
Kevin wasn't happy with Jon, right? He had to remember that. And if he sounded happy, if he sounded perfectly normal, if he was comfortable with calling his boyfriend from his lover's bed...it was just that Kevin was... different, stronger? Kevin was able to remain calm and rational where Patrick would panic and act out. Kevin seemed able to compartmentalize whereas Patrick...couldn't. Not easily, anyway. Not without eventually feeling sick and shitty and dirty and wrong.
One perfect fucking day. Maybe that's all that anyone could ask for. Probably more than some people would ever get to experience.
Patrick closed his eyes and waited for Kevin to come back to bed. It would be okay. He didn't have the right to expect more. To demand more. Kevin hadn't led him on, hadn't made promises. Kevin hadn't lied to him. Only to Jon. He needed to stop thinking. Needed to stop worrying. He needed to get back to sleep.
But...what the fuck had Kevin thought this day would achieve? Why had he fought for it so hard? Just for the sex? Why then the rugby game? Why make an effort to impress Patrick's friends? Why cuddle on the sofa with him? Why make him think, make him believe, make him hope...
What the fuck did Kevin think about any of this? How could he call his boyfriend from his lover's bed and not skip a beat, after what had felt to Patrick like a cataclysmic act of love-making.
But maybe they just had different definitions of love.
And on that happy note, Kevin slipped back into the bedroom and crept quietly back into the bed. Pressing up against Patrick. Pulling him back close to his chest. Patrick pretended to be asleep. Huh. Maybe Kevin wasn't the only good actor in this relationship.
