Kevin propped his head up on his hand, watching Patrick as he lay gently snoring, his body sprawled in abandon as he slept the sleep of the well and truly shagged out. Kevin himself had thought he wouldn't wake for hours as he finally dozed off to Patrick's half-mumbled ramblings. Something about breakfast, then possibly something about Owen, definitely something about unpacking...and Kevin was out.

Kevin had woken up suddenly and fully just two hours later, his heart pounding and his body on full alert, and only when he tried to sit up to confront the danger he'd felt in his nightmare did he realize that Patrick was there, half lying on him, his face tucked into Kevin's neck, his leg tangled between Kevin's, one arm resting almost proprietarily on Kevin's rather sore willy, the other somewhat uncomfortably wedged between their two bodies. Kevin's tense body had relaxed slowly as his brain caught up with reality. Patrick was here, in their bed, asleep. Kevin wasn't chasing him through some dark garage, never able to catch up, always coming up against locked doors...

Fuck. His subconscious wasn't very subtle. It also needed to let it the fuck go. There'd be enough soul searching and rehashing while they were awake. He didn't need to relive the whole thing every night in his sleep too.

Suddenly restless, Kevin gently moved Patrick off him, making sure not to disturb the sleeping beauty which would result in him having to pretend to listen to his incoherent chatter all over again as Patrick talked himself back to sleep, and he got up. Might as well get a drink of water, or maybe something a little stronger, before attempting to fall asleep again. Walking through the dark, silent living room, Kevin saw signs of the progress they'd made through the day of getting all their stuff out of boxes and into piles of things that would eventually go on or into furniture that wasn't there yet. Shit. They still had so much work to do before this place resembled a home. But still, the first steps had been taken. They really had moved in together. Beyond all expectations, it had actually, finally, fucking, happened. Patrick's stuff was all over the place. Signs of him nesting were everywhere. That was a really good sign, right? Un-packing was the actions of a man who was committed, and determined to stay. Right? Patrick had certainly seemed happy with the outcome of all their hard work, and was in his giddy, cheerful mood as they tidied up the last of the loose ends for the day before Agustin was scheduled to arrive.

'I think we did a pretty good job, right?' Patrick had asked, smiling, satisfied.

'I am...fucking...exhausted!'

'I know.' Patrick grimaced, and then in an apologetic tone, had continued sheepishly, 'I don't think I can cook tonight. Do you mind if we get takeout?' Of course food was almost uppermost in Patrick's mind. 'How do people even get takeout in this building? Do you have to go down and meet them in the lobby? This fucking fob system. Really? Is there THAT much crime in San Francisco that we need to live in fucking Fort Knox?' he continued, his mouth as always just blurting out his stream of consciousness. Fucking adorable.

'Calm down Patrick.' Kevin laughed. 'You go down and get Agustin, and I'll go down and get the take out. See? We take turns. Compromise.'

'Shut up.'

'Or maybe I should just make you do both trips since I am the big decision maker of the day.' Kevin pondered thoughtfully.

'I still don't see how you can award yourself 10,000 points for standing on my stoop that night.' Patrick grumbled. 'I'll never fucking catch up.'

Kevin patted Patrick on the shoulder condescendingly as he passed him by to add an empty box to the ridiculously huge pile by the door.

'That's all right babe. I'll go easy on the romance for the next few years. Give you a chance to come up with the most awesome, most epic gesture to top it.'

'You are such an ass.' Patrick shook his head wearily. 'And also...you are NOT a gracious winner. I knew you were competitive, but Jesus, Kevin...gloat much?'

'Would you like some cheese with that whine, Patrick Murray?'

That seemed to be some sort of final straw for poor Patrick, as he dropped his face in his hands and whispered dramatically,

'Oh god. I moved in with my mother.'

Kevin decided to give Patrick a little break, and turned the subject back to his boyfriend's second favorite pastime. 'What shall we order for dinner? Does KFC deliver? I feel like having something greasy and fried. I'm so fucking hungry and tired! I am NEVER moving again.'

'Kevin, say it isn't so! What about our cute little cottage with the porch where we sit together like two miserable...'

'Sorry, Patrick. This is it. This is where we grow old and miserable and die.' Kevin stated strongly, only half joking. The very thought of going through this again made him shudder. He'd moved almost constantly since leaving college, and the idea that he'd finally found a home that might actually be permanent was so fucking appealing.

'You mean I can't persuade my beautiful, manly, rich boyfriend to buy me a little house on the river someday?' Patrick pouted prettily, batting his eyelashes slowly. Idiot. 'No? What's the use of dating the boss if I don't get to spend all his money? You should have seen Lyn's place on the Russian River!'

'Don't remember being invited to the house.' Kevin reminded Patrick sweetly 'I remember having to drive home for two fucking hours while you got to go back to your cozy little palace.'

'Ahhh...poor Kevin. Didn't I make it worth your while? You said I made your head explode!' Patrick had moved closer to Kevin, his voice sultry and breathy at the same time, pitched just right to send shivers down Kevin's spine. Really? Hadn't his poor cock had enough? They'd been fucking on and off all day for christ's sake! Still, the cock wants what the cock wants...

'That's not all that exploded..' Kevin murmured stepping right up to Patrick and reaching for Patrick's hand to 'show' him his growing erection.

If the doorbell hadn't rung right then, letting them know that Agustin was actually at the front door, Kevin was pretty sure the conversation would have led to some sort of re-enactment of the night up at the Russian River. Which was one of his very favorite memories of their times together before he'd left Jon. Patrick high, horny, adventurous and insatiable...

Good times. Followed by bad times. Followed by some really fucking excellent times...followed by the absolute worst time. Bloody rollercoaster ride.

Kevin contemplated the sleeping Patrick as he slid back into bed, having talked himself out of trying to anesthetize himself into unconsciousness with alcohol. It would be a little difficult to explain to Patrick why he woke up with a hangover given they'd barely had anything to drink last night before falling back into bed to fuck again after dinner. So, how many times had they fucked today? Was Kevin trying to fuck Patrick's doubts away? If only that would work. This was what their first night should have been like. Shagged out after multiple orgasms, lying tangled together, hopeful and excited for the next day...instead it had been a slow-moving train wreck, ending with them sleeping apart and so alone for the first time since Kevin had waited for Patrick on his stoop, to ask for another chance at a relationship with him.

And even though this new 'first day' had been practically perfect, it was tinged with a slight edge of anxiety, or, if that was too strong a word, maybe something more like...awareness, for Kevin, and probably for Patrick too. Yes, the commitment was there, but...would it last? Were the wounds too deep? Had too much been said? Was this just avoidance and denial? It fucking crushed him to think that could be true. Literally, the breath just felt stomped out of his body whenever he found himself wondering if Patrick was genuinely happy and excited or if he was just putting on a brave front...

Now this was exactly the sort of shit that he had to stop. Why was he doubting Patrick? Patrick had been fucking amazing today, and even when Agustin had dropped by and there'd been the constant little reminders about their rocky start, he'd shown himself to be able to laugh and deal with it all.

As soon as Agustin walked in there'd been that first throw-back to horrible Saturday

'Oh my god! How did you get in here? Is it just me that can't operate this building?' Patrick hugged Agustin, bewildered at how everyone seemed to be able to get in and out except him.

'No, I just met someone who was coming into the building and they let me in and up once I told them I was visiting you. Seems you two are already...famous?'

Fucking. Great.

'Oh God, was it Milo? He's very 'helpful'. Patrick had chuckled, but Kevin didn't really feel like laughing. Fucking Milo. And his fucking party. And his fucking predatory friends.

'He didn't tell me his name, but he did ask a lot of questions about how I knew you. A little creepy if you ask me.' Agustin continued. A great judge of character, that Agustin.

'Well, welcome!' Patrick had moved on. 'Here it is! Ignore the boxes...we got a lot done but they never seem to end.' And Kevin had breathed a little sigh of relief. No follow up mention of Milo's party. Even though all three of them obviously knew about it.

Kevin had suggested they move to the roof deck as he saw Patrick becoming more agitated at Agustin's under-whelmed response to their new home. If the roof-top didn't blow Agustin away then he was full of shit. And Agustin prided himself on his honesty so Kevin was pretty sure Patrick would get his seal of approval on the apartment.

Kevin carried the beers as they headed up to the roof, keeping an eye on Patrick's hands as they clenched and unclenched before rubbing his thighs. Shit. He didn't want this going south, not after the good day they'd had. But thankfully, the view came through, and Agustin was predictably impressed.

'Jesus. Ok. I think I get it now. This is fucking sweet.' He said in awe, as he looked around their ridiculously gorgeous rooftop garden

Kevin and Patrick laughed, and Kevin relaxed just a tiny bit. There were still landmines ahead though.

'Here.' Agustin pushed a small package into Patrick's hands as they took their seats and drank their beers. 'This is for you for your New Home.'

'I'm so excited! I don't think you've ever given me a present before.' Patrick beamed.

'Well reign it in because it's not much, and it probably won't happen again.'

Patrick ripped off the brown paper wrapping, and then sat staring for a few silent moments at what he held in his hands. Leaving Agustin and their apartment of eight years had been hard for Patrick, and Kevin was on high alert for melt-downs, but Patrick seemed genuinely happy as he looked up at Agustin.

'I love it. Thank you.'

'Do I get to see?' Kevin nudged him.

'It's the three of us, as the Three Amigos. We went to see it together years ago and I loved it and they used to make fun of me because I tried to make the name stick and they wouldn't let me. Did you draw this?'

'No, they sell them in the shop like that.' Agustin replied. 'Of course I drew it.'

Patrick ignored his sarcasm. Obviously used to it after years and years of living together

'It's so good. I love it.'

'Yeah, well it was Dom's idea and I didn't really want to draw it but he begged me and Eddie told me I would be a dick if I didn't, so...surprise!' As if Agustin would need to be persuaded to do something nice for his precious Paddy. Kevin rolled his eyes at the pair of them, but they were too busy staring sentimentally into each other's eyes to notice him. Thank god there was obviously no sexual chemistry between the two of them because the way they loved on each other was enough to make even the most confident of men wonder sometimes.

'I'm sorry they made you do it, but I really love it.' Patrick continued sappily, but then, miracle of miracles, he finally seemed to remember Kevin's presence. 'It's totally going on the wall, right Kevin?'

'Of course, babe.'

'We're ordering food. You want to stay for dinner?' Patrick turned back to his best friend, and Kevin held his breath waiting for Agustin's reply. He liked Agustin, and he understood the friends' need to make sure Patrick was doing okay so soon after the disastrous weekend...but he wanted their little peaceful day cocooned together to get back on track. And that cocoon did not include Agustin.

'No, I have to get going soon' Agustin replied, and Kevin sent up a silent prayer of thanks. His relief was short-lived though. 'But... could I get a cup of coffee, Paddy?' Agustin added.

Fuck. Here it was.

'Coffee? Since when do you drink coffee at night?' Patrick asked, immediately on alert.

'Eddie's taking me to this event tonight and I could do with the caffeine.'

'O...kay...Kevin, you want anything?' Patrick asked, obviously buying for time for inspiration to hit. But really, wasn't it better to get this over with?

'I'm good.'

Patrick obviously hadn't come to the same conclusion as Kevin.

'Actually, why don't you make the coffee, Kevin, or better yet, you come with me Agustin and we can 'chat' while I make it?'

'It's fine, Patrick.' Kevin reassured him gently. 'Go and make the coffee.'

Patrick reluctantly picked up the empty beer bottles and headed downstairs, not before giving Agustin a meaningful glare which Kevin caught.

'That was subtle.' Kevin sighed as he and Agustin found themselves finally alone.

'He's probably making the fastest coffee in history. Thank god I won't actually have to drink it.'

'And the reason for this chat is, I suppose...?'

'It's actually probably not what you think.' Agustin interrupted him quietly. They both sat there silently. But Kevin wasn't interested in power games. He wanted to get this over with, so he was willing to lay his cards on the table.

'Well, I THINK that Patrick thinks you approve, but that that's not really true, is it?' he said simply.

It was Agustin's turn to sigh. 'Well, I suppose one good thing is it seems to not matter so much any more what I think, what Dom thinks...'

'What Richie thinks?' Kevin supplied helpfully.

Agustin grimaced, and Kevin felt his heart sink. But what the hell did he expect? For Agustin to rush to assure him that Richie's opinion was immaterial. They both knew better.

'Yeah...well Paddy's a work in progress, you know. Look, he's trying really hard, but you know him, right? He's still Patrick and he's still going to have his freak-outs and his spirals...'

'I DO know him.' Kevin rallied. Richie was an issue, but not THE issue that Agustin was here for.

'But...well...don't we all have those moments? At least when he spirals there's drama, and eating, and tears. When I spiral, virtual strangers are picking me up off the streets passed out in front of Pupusa carts.'

Kevin shook his head. They were so off topic it was unbelievable.

'In case you haven't noticed, Agustin, you don't have to sell me on Patrick. He does a pretty good job of that on his own.'

'He never knows how fucking charming people find him. I never understood why he's so pretty and doesn't even know it. If he could just have relaxed a little, he'd have been the fucking catch of San Francisco.' Agustin chuckled wryly.

'Well let's just keep that little fact between us, shall we?'

'That's the real point though, Kevin. He's not like me and you. You can take the boy out of puritan WASP country but you can't take...'

Agustin paused and looked meaningfully at Kevin. Here it was then.

'He might think he'll be Ok with our 'perspective' on life, but, if you're counting on him to really change...then...yeah...then I'm worried.'

That was smart. Banding them together so there was no implied criticism of Kevin. Kevin was impressed. Agustin must have really thought this through. Rather than come in guns blazing and ranting about how he wasn't fit to lick the mud of Patrick's boots, Agustin was giving Kevin a dignified way out. Smart, but so not necessary. And not something Kevin was willing to discuss.

'Look, I know you guys always talk about this stuff together, but I'm not really comfortable discussing Patrick behind his back, like he's a problem child that has to be dealt with.'

'I don't think he's a child...' Agustin jumped in quickly.

'Well, maybe you do. You don't have to 'warn' me, you don't have to 'prepare' me, you don't have to 'protect' him. We'll either work it out or we won't, but that's between him and me.' Kevin stated emphatically. Patrick had to come to these decision on his own if what they had had a chance in hell of working. Surely his friends had to see that.

'Ok. Sorry.' Agustin put his hands up in mock surrender, but it was obvious he was 'sorry' for the wrong thing.

'You don't have to say sorry.' Kevin continued. The boys needed to understand that he had boundaries, even if Patrick didn't. 'I know you're doing this because you've always looked out for each other and you love him, but if he wants to stand on his own feet and work this out by himself, let's just trust that he can do that. I HAVE to trust that he can do that, that he can speak for himself and that HE can tell me what he wants and needs.' Kevin tried to explain.

'Ok...ok...I said my peace, I'll just stay out of it.'

Kevin shook his head. This was very important. 'You don't have to stay out of anything. You're his friend. He'll probably always tell you stuff that I would rather he didn't. But I'm not built that way. PATRICK's the only one I want to talk to about Patrick.' And he hoped to god that the message would get through to both Agustin and Dom. He didn't want an intermediary. He didn't want anyone explaining him to Patrick or Patrick to him. This was THEIR shit, and even if Patrick talked it through with his sounding boards, at the end of the day it was Patrick and Kevin, facing each other, together, alone, that had to work through it all.

Agustin was silent for a few moments as he seemed to be processing Kevin's words.

'So no cozy fireside chats about relationship problems? Got it.'

Kevin laughed, relieved that Agustin chose humor to end this.

'Shall we let the poor bugger know it's safe to come back?' Kevin raised an eyebrow at Agustin.

'I wouldn't mind letting him stew a little longer. He made us sweat it out yesterday, sitting in that kitchen for hours.'

'Let's not compare crappy days, shall we?' Kevin smiled brightly.

'Sorry...again. Jesus. Maybe we should call him back up so I can stop putting my foot in my mouth.'

'Sounds like a good plan.' Kevin agreed and picked up his phone to text Patrick. Who appeared within seconds with a coffee cup in his hand, and an overly casual expression on his face. Poor Patrick. He must have been shitting bricks waiting for the summons.

'Ok. So this isn't at all awkward. Are we all still friends...or...?'

Kevin smiled and put his arm around Patrick as he sat next to him on the loveseat.

'All still friends. Best friends.' Agustin reassured Patrick. 'Kevin was just telling me how he'd love to sit and chat for hours over a good glass of wine, and I was telling him how I prefer to respect your privacy, so we got that cleared up.'

Kevin laughed while Patrick grimaced.

'Oh god,' he turned to Kevin. 'That bad?'

Kevin leaned into Patrick and kissed him briefly.

'Nah.' He shook his head. 'It's all fine. He was just telling me that he misses having me around because he got off on hearing you moaning through the walls.'

'Kevin!' Patrick jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow.

Agustin grinned. 'And on that note...I shall bid you both good night, and let you enjoy your evening. Thanks for the coffee Patrick. I'm sure it tastes like shit.'

Patrick had ushered Agustin out, and god knew what they'd recapped and analyzed while they walked to the elevator, but Kevin was hopeful that if Agustin was reporting back their conversation verbatim, Patrick would have nothing new to obsess about.

Gazing at him now in their bed, Kevin couldn't help but think about Agustin's words. And about how everyone in Patrick's orbit felt protective of him, and considered him innocent and fragile. Certainly lying there asleep, Patrick looked like the innocent, sweet, dewey-eyed WASP Agustin talked about.

Kevin chewed on his lip. He loved him so fucking much. Was he going to corrupt him? Was he going to be able to keep his promise?

Was he physically capable?

It was inconceivable to him now that he would ever deliberately do something he knew would hurt Patrick, but...he'd hurt Jon. He'd tried not to for longer than he should have and ended up probably hurting him more, but...ultimately not hurting Jon had become secondary to getting what he wanted. Could that happen again?

Alright. This was the time for no more bullshit. Now, in the dead of night, all alone, he had to be honest with himself. He had told Patrick he could change. That he WOULD change. But...that wasn't really the truth. The truth was he would probably never feel that monogamy was the only way to express devotion and commitment. But the more important truth was that he'd never felt anything close to the way he felt about Patrick for anyone else, and he knew that he never would again. It wasn't romantic crap about kindred spirits and one true love...it was just that this level of feeling was glorious and fantastic and amazing...but it was also scary and uncomfortable and made you vulnerable, and if he'd known it would be like this he'd have avoided it, but since it crept up on him, it was too late to stop it and now he was in it he wasn't giving it up. But it was a one shot deal for him. Patrick had made it through his armor, but if this ever ended, Kevin was done. So...the truth was that he'd do pretty much anything Patrick wanted in order to keep Patrick with him. And if Patrick wanted absolute monogamy, Kevin was ready to sign on whatever dotted line Patrick put in front of him.

No hand job was worth jeopardizing his relationship with Patrick. The challenge now was he needed to make sure Patrick believed that. He didn't yet. He might say he trusted Kevin, but he didn't really believe it. He didn't think he was enough for Kevin to make that 'sacrifice'. How could he not know how much he was worth? How could he not just say 'This is it. You want me, these are the rules. Get with the program.'? It blew Kevin's mind just how little Patrick valued himself.

Kevin had his work cut out for him to make sure Patrick believed him that he was worth anything and everything.

But...short of time, how could he show him that? Words alone weren't going to do it. He needed time. Time for Patrick to see that things could be good. WERE good. That things were fucking amazing. That all the stuff that had pulled them towards each other were still there, as strong as ever. The physical attraction, which made Kevin want him all the fucking time. The way Kevin pushed Patrick to let his suppressed sensuality and frankly, his horniness, to shine the fuck through. The shared passion for their work, which they could geek over and talk about for hours, getting lost in their world of video games and programming. The way their sense of humors just complemented each other so easily. Kevin's sarcasm and teasing bringing out Patrick's own hidden slyness and dark humor. These were fundamentals. These were solid foundations. Patrick just needed to live that for a while, with no more drama and no more angst...just the simple pleasure of living a happy life. With lots of hot sex.

Well, Kevin could certainly work on the hot sex bit, but he couldn't guarantee the 'no more drama' or the 'no more angst' bit. The Conversation they were due to have couldn't be put off indefinitely, but Kevin was going to do his damnedest to delay it at least a few days. He needed to keep giving Patrick some good memories in this apartment to counterbalance that incredibly shitty first twenty-four hours.

Suddenly, Kevin needed Patrick awake. He needed to be able to look into Patrick's eyes and see love and reassurance, and trust. Most of all, trust. It scared him how much he needed Patrick in that moment. Because he'd had a glimpse of a world without Patrick the day before and it was horrible, and that world could still be the one he had to live in if he failed to make Patrick believe him. Believe IN him. Kevin reached out a hand and cupped Patrick's face lightly, ever so gently stroking his fingers into Patrick's shorn hair. And that lightest of touches brought Patrick awake slowly, gently, and in a matter of moments Patrick's eyes were open and gazing sleepily at Kevin.

Patrick smiled.

'Hey.' He murmured.

'Sorry I woke you' Kevin said softly, as he traced Patrick's jaw with his finger, and then moved to gently stroke his lips, wanting to catch that sweet smile and imprint it on his memory.

'What's wrong?' Patrick asked quietly, turning to his side to face Kevin and reaching up his hand to trap Kevin's.

Kevin shrugged. 'Nightmare'.

Patrick moved until his body was plastered up against Kevin's and wrapped his arms around Kevin's shoulders, angling his head up to press a gentle kiss against his lips.

'All better now?' He asked.

Kevin smiled as he grazed his forehead against Patrick's.

'Hmmhmm' He sighed by way of reply.

Patrick leaned back in to kiss Kevin again. A simple brushing of lips, over and over again. Sweet and loving. So so tender. Kevin felt Patrick's mouth touching his closed eyelids, and then move down his nose, smattering little kisses across his face, across his cheek and over his jaw line as his mouth made it's way back to Kevin's lips. And then it stayed there, moving gently on Kevin's mouth, becoming a little more insistent as Patrick's arms tightened around his shoulders and started moving down his back. Kevin clutched Patrick to him, his fingers squeezing so hard he knew he was leaving marks on Patrick's skin, but he was so overwhelmed with the desire to be close to him, with the urge to prove his love for him, his greed for him, his ridiculous need for him, by grabbing him and holding him tight and never letting him go, and suddenly the gentle sweet kisses weren't enough. He wanted to devour Patrick. To own him body and soul. For there not to be an inch of space between them. For them to share every breath and feel every heartbeat. Kevin plunged his tongue into Patrick's mouth and lapped up every part he could reach. He sucked at Patrick's tongue and pulling back, he licked at his lips and bit them, before pushing back into Patrick's mouth and just deciding he wanted to live in there for ever.

Patrick moaned into his mouth, as he moved his hand down to grasp Kevin's ass and grind himself against Kevin's hard and heavy erection.

'Let me in. Please. Let me in...' Kevin whispered, pulling away from Patrick's mouth and moving his own to that sweet spot just where Patrick's neck met his shoulder. That delicious piece of skin that tasted and smelt of pure Patrick. Salty and sweet and musky and so fucking delicious.

'Yes...yes...' Patrick sighed as he leaned his head back to give Kevin better access to his body.

Kevin twisted his body to reach for the condom and lube he had on his nightstand, and Patrick used the opportunity to latch onto Kevin's nipple, sucking it gently and then lapping at it, making Kevin's hands shake as he tried to tear open the condom packet. Patrick bit down and pulled back, causing Kevin to beg him to give him a minute...just a minute so he could concentrate...but Patrick seemed too enthralled with Kevin's skin and biting and licking it to give much notice to what Kevin was saying. Kevin had to lie back and simply give in as Patrick made a meal of his body, but when Patrick's wondering hands grazed over his rock hard cock and continued down to stroke his balls, Kevin knew that Patrick had to be stopped. So he put the condom and lube in Patrick's hands and pulled his head up back to his so he could get back into Patrick's mouth with his tongue.

Within seconds Patrick had rolled the condom onto Kevin's straining dick, and was rubbing lube all over him, as he shifted his thigh high up over Kevin's and started rubbing his own dick against Kevin's belly.

'I can't wait any longer' Kevin whispered into his mouth.

'Do it'. Patrick panted, and Kevin smiled in wonder at how they had both caught fire so quickly. He watched Patrick's eyes as he pressed inside him slowly. Watched how they opened up in that astonished way that made Kevin's heart flutter, before they closed on a deep sigh as Patrick's whole body seemed to melt into his. Patrick was perfectly still, not even breathing, as he waited for Kevin to start moving inside him, and within seconds, his body was moving to Kevin's rhythm, open and soft and inviting and warm, but also hard and impatient and demanding. Patrick glued his mouth to Kevin's, his tongue reaching for Kevin's, his moans and sighs filling Kevin's mouth. Kevin's hands were holding Patrick's hips, bearing him down as he pushed up, and his own eyes squeezed shut as he tried to keep himself from coming too fast. He wanted Patrick to come with him, but he didn't want to let go of Patrick's body to stroke his dick, and Patrick's own hands were glued to Kevin's head, as if they'd forgotten that they could be used for anything but keeping Kevin's mouth in place and accessible. Kevin smiled as he angled his hips and hit that spot inside Patrick that made him gasp and tense. Good. That would work beautifully. He would bring himself off while rubbing on Patrick's p-spot, and they would both get to where they needed to be. And Patrick seemed to be on board with the plan as he began to writhe on Kevin, straining both to get as close to him as he could so his cock could rub between their bodies, but also so he could feel Kevin hitting that magic place inside that made him feel like he was a live wire shooting off sparks.

'Fuck'. Kevin panted. 'I love this so much. I can't get enough of you like this.' He was so close but was holding off because really, if this feeling could last for ever it would be so fucking fantastic.

'Don't stop.' Patrick sighed, echoing Kevin's thoughts, kissing every piece of Kevin's face he could reach.

'I love you' Kevin gasped, and at that, Patrick's eyes shot open and Kevin could have sworn he saw the trust he had been looking for shining right back at him. In this moment, Patrick believed him. And that was everything.

'Fuck, Kevin. I'm coming' Patrick whispered, his eyes still open and staring deep into Kevin's, and Kevin gave in and let the feelings take him over. He felt Patrick's orgasm splash between them as he filled the condom deep inside Patrick.

And the orgasm was fantastic, but the bit after, the bit where Patrick waited for him to pull out and tie the condom up before throwing it away and then pulled Kevin back into the bed and wrapped Kevin up with his arms and legs so that they were literally sharing the same air...that bit was glorious. And that was the bit that Kevin would move heaven and earth to keep. And for tonight, with Patrick's face in his neck, breathing Kevin in deeply, murmuring nonsense love words as he fell back to sleep, Kevin believed that they were invincible. And he slept well.