by DHP Authors
Coming around the side of the car, he took deep, steadying breaths, trying to get his nerves under control. There was no way the good looking man was flirting with him, and even if he was, there was nothing Patrick could do about it. He had O’Grady under arrest, and the man was going to jail. He needed to get hold of himself, and not in the good way.
He opened the door and slid behind the wheel, glancing back at O’Grady in the rear view. O’Grady smiled and winked at him again. “Don’t be so nervous, darlin’. There’s only you and me here.”
For one crazy moment, Patrick thought this was some kind of set up. He half expected other officers to pop around the corner jeering at him and the hard bulge in the front of his pants. Then he shook his head and jammed the key into the ignition, growling over his shoulder. “I’m not your darlin’. Don’t call me that!”
“Oh, but I think you’d like to be, wouldn’t you, Patrick, my dear?” O’Grady’s voice was as smooth and rich as Irish whiskey, and it was doing potent things to Patrick’s cock, which had taken a keen interest since the first moment he’d laid eyes on the man. And when the hell had he mentioned his first name to O’Grady? He was pretty sure he hadn’t.
A funny little shiver slipped down the collar of his shirt, and he started the car. “Just be quiet, O’Grady. I’m taking you to jail.”
“Oh, I don’t think you want to be doin’ that, Patrick. Let’s talk this over. Let’s make a deal, you and me.”
“A deal? Are you trying to bribe me?” The air in the car was stale and sweltering. The afternoon sun had beat down on the hot metal roof while he’d been inside the pawn shop, so the interior of the car was like a damn oven by now. Sweat ran down the side of Patrick’s face, and he angrily brushed it away.
“No, a ‘course I’m not tryin’ to bribe you.” O’Grady smiled at him. “Well, not exactly. I’m only after givin’ you yer heart’s desire.”
“My heart’s desire? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Grantin’ you yer wishes, man. If you let me go, I’ll grant you three wishes. You can have whatever you truly want. And in return, you release me. It’s the way it works.”
Patrick gave a short bark of laughter. “You’ll grant me three wishes. And who are you, some kind of magician?”
“No, darlin’,” he said softly. “I’m an Irish leprechaun.”
“A leprechaun? Right.” Patrick glanced in the rear view mirror again and caught O’Grady’s twinkling eye.
“It’s true.”
“Bullshit. I’ve seen the Lucky Charms commercials! Leprechauns are little old men!”
“Ach, you can’t believe the television, dearie. It’s true, I’m tellin’ you. I’m a leprechaun, and I’ve come to America chasing after me gold. I made the mistake of fallin’ asleep near the end of a rainbow a few months ago, and a thief stole some of me most precious pieces. In me own defense, I’d had a long night of partyin’ the night before. It was St. Patrick’s Day, you see. So when I found out where it was, I had to come fetch it now, didn’t I?”
“Oh brother, no one’s going to believe this!” Patrick glanced back at O’Grady again. What a shame such a beautiful man was also apparently crazy as hell. “Okay, so you’re a leprechaun. Settle down. We’ll be at the jail soon, and you can tell them all about it.”
“But it’s you I’d like to believe me, Patrick. Go on, make a wish. I swear I’ll grant it.”
“There’s nothing I’d wish for.”
“Oh, come on,” O’ Grady said, his voice soft and seductive. “There’s nothin’ you’d like? Nothin’ that would make you happy? I’d like to make you happy, Patrick.”
His voice had softened on the last words, and as Patrick met his eyes again in the mirror, he knew that a man like O’Grady—no, O’Grady himself—could make him very happy. Could truly give him his heart’s desire and bring him love and peace and fulfillment. All he had to do was ask for it.
But that was impossible. Not only did he have the man under arrest, but just look at him. He was young and beautiful, and he had his whole life ahead of him. Patrick, on the other hand? His life was on the downhill slide, and he was probably only one more bad Saturday night away from eating his gun. What’s more, he knew it.
He glanced away and back to the traffic in front of him, shaking his head. O’Grady was crazy, and Patrick was crazy for listening to him. He must need a vacation or something, and he seriously needed to get a grip. Swiping another drop of sweat off the tip of his nose, he muttered, “The only thing I’d like this is for the fucking air conditioner in this damn car to work!”
“Granted,” O’Grady said in his soft, sexy voice, and a strange tinkling sound filled the car. The next instant the air conditioner blew out a blast of icy air right into Patrick’s face.
“What the…?” Patrick looked down at the controls wildly. He’d been fiddling with the damn thing all morning! It was a coincidence, that’s all. It had to be! There was no such thing as a leprechaun! He was going to be as crazy as O’Grady soon if he didn’t leave this job and get himself a life.
“I’m sorry you had to waste one of yer wishes like that darlin’, but you didn’t believe me, did you? Now be careful what you wish for with the next one. ”
“You-You didn’t do that! It just started working again on its own! It was a huge coincidence, I grant you, but that had to be it! An absolute coincidence!”
“Well, if that’s what you believe, then there’s no harm in trying again, is there? Come on, man, what do you have to lose? Remember though, we’ve entered a deal. If I grant you all three of your wishes, you have to let me go.”
Pulling up at a red light, Patrick turned around in the seat to stare at the man. Struck again by his beauty, he shook his head and laughed. “Not going to be a problem, because you’re not a fucking leprechaun, and you can’t grant fucking wishes!”
“Are you so sure then?” O’Grady’s eyes twinkled at him again. “Go on, sweetheart. Give it another try.”
Patrick turned back around in the seat and stared out the windshield. At that precise moment, a man jogged across the street in front of them, his shirt off in the Georgia heat. He had lean, well-defined abs and a smoking hot body that tightened Patrick’s balls even further. He shook his head in appreciation. “I’d like to have a body like his then. Can you do that?”
“Granted,” he said. “And that’s wish number two. Only one more, darlin’.” The tinkling noise started up again, even louder this time and suddenly Patrick’s shirt drooped in front, his shoulder seams got much tighter and the waist band of his pants fell down to his hipbones.
He touched his stomach in wonder and felt the lean, muscular abs under his fingers. He glanced up at the mirror and saw his own much younger, slimmer face staring back at him. “What-What just happened?”
“You wished for yer body to be like his, and I granted yer wish. A good choice, sweetheart.” He leaned forward, and his sly voice sounded right in Patrick’s ear. The warm breath tickled the side of his face. “Yer boyfriend will be very happy.”
Feeling as if he were in a dream, he shook his head. “I-I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Ah, but you’d like one, wouldn’t you, darlin’? Someone to hold you close at night, and make sweet love to you. Someone--just like me, perhaps?”
“Y-Yes,” he said softly, feeling as if he were in a dream. “Someone just like you.”
O’Grady chuckled. “Granted. And that, boyo, was wish number three.”
The tinkling noise sounded again, but this time it was almost deafening, and the dust in the car swirled up from the floorboard and began to spin in a crazy circle right in front of him. Thinking he was having some kind of heat stroke, Patrick closed his eyes and the dust storm swept over him, sweeping him from his seat and churning him around until he didn’t know which way was up or which way was down. He was caught up in the maelstrom and tumbled head over heel in the air, tossed around like a sack of
grain. He called out for help, but the whirlwind spun him around and blew dust in his face, choking him and stinging his eyes. Helplessly, he felt himself falling and with a jarring plop, he landed right on top of what felt like a big sack of feathers.
He sank down into them, rubbing the dust from his eyes. Struggling to sit up, he was immediately aware of two things. First of all, he was naked. He stared down at a body that was unrecognizable as his own, the gorgeous nude body of the young jogger. He ran a hand over his washboard abs and looked down to see his big cock—he was glad to see it was much bigger than before—swell to amazing proportions.
The second thing he couldn’t help but notice was that he was certainly no longer in his police car, or even in Atlanta, for that matter. At least it didn’t look like it. He was in some kind of room in what looked like a cave, from what he could tell, though it was quite warm and comfortable. The walls were a gleaming gold color with what looked like diamonds and emeralds studding them all around. The only piece of furniture in the room was the bed, along with a few dark chests scattered around.
The door opened across the room, and he whirled around to face it. It was the beautiful Sean O’Grady himself, smiling at him, his blue eyes twinkling. He was wearing only a pair of tight black pants. The muscles on his chest gleamed in the soft light that seemed to come from everywhere at once.
“Don’t you look pretty there in me bed, darlin’?” His hand drifted down to the huge bulge in the front of his trousers. “You had yer three wishes, boyo. Yer heart’s desire. Looks like I’ll get mine now.”
“O’Grady, what the hell’s going on here? Am I crazy? Did you slip me drugs somehow?”
“No, darlin’, I only gave you what you wished for.”
“Where are my clothes, damn it?” He started to climb from the bed, but O’Grady pushed him gently back down.
“There’s no place to go. You can’t leave because you’d never find yer way out of here. Just relax, darlin’.”
Frightened, but trying hard to bluster his way through this, Patrick shook his head. “This isn’t happening.”
“Yes, it is. You got yer wish. You wished for a boyfriend just like me, and that’s exactly what I gave you.”
“B-But how? What did you…?” He put his head in his hands. “I don’t understand.”
Sitting down beside him on the bed, Sean rubbed the tightness from Patrick’s back and shoulders. “I know it’s hard to believe, Patrick, but you have to believe yer own eyes. I’m Sean O’Grady, and I’m a leprechaun, and you granted me freedom in exchange for three wishes. I’ve given you yer heart’s desire, darlin’. If this wasn’t what you truly wanted, it wouldn’t have been possible. That’s the way the magic works. You hated yer old life, and wanted everything to be different, isn’t that right?”
Sean looked up at him wonderingly. “Yes. No! Hell, I don’t know what’s going on!”
“You never fit in, did you now? You were always unhappy.”
“Yes,” Patrick said softly. “I was.”
“Mother Nature likes to fix the broken things, Patrick. The ones who need her the most. The ones who are almost out of hope. They’re the ones she looks for the hardest. And when she finds them, she offers them another chance. You can let a wish go by, but a second chance? Ah, you can never let them pass you by. This is yer second chance, Patrick. Don’t you think you should be making the best of it?”
Suspiciously, Patrick glared at him. “Tell me what you did to me.”
O’Grady’s strong arms wrapped around him. Shocked into immobility for a moment, Patrick recovered fast and shoved him away. O’Grady narrowed his eyes and shoved him down hard on his back, taking him by the shoulders and holding him down.
“Settle down, boyo. I haven’t done anything. Not yet. But I promise you’ll like it when I do.”
“Like hell!” Though he was struggling with him, his big strong body couldn’t dislodge O’Grady’s hands. Part of him thrilled to the idea that O’Grady was stronger than he was, and part of him liked the idea of fighting him.
“Stop!”
“No!” But there was a smile playing around O’Grady’s lips and he bent down and dropped a quick kiss on Patrick’s lips and smiled teasingly. The smile went straight southward, and he could feel his cock thicken and his balls draw up tight.
As if he sensed it, O’Grady climbed over on top of him and ground his own dick into Patrick’s. His hands left Patrick’s shoulders and roamed down his body. “Are you sure you want me to stop, darlin’? I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”
“Y-You have?” No longer struggling, Patrick gazed up at the beautiful man on top of him.
He kissed Patrick languidly, tangling his hands in his hair. “Oh yes, darlin’. And you want me too, don’t you? I won’t force you—I was just givin’ you a moment to get used to the idea.”
“I-I don’t…I’ve never…”
“But you’ve wanted to, haven’t you? You wanted me, didn’t you darlin’?”
Patrick sighed, finally giving in. This had to be a dream anyway. Some kind of sweet, crazy dream. Maybe there had been an accident and he was in a coma, or something. If that was the case, he might as well enjoy this while it lasted. He lifted his lips to Sean, who bent his head to taste him. The kiss heated as Patrick thrust his cock into him, loving the rub of Sean’s stomach against it. He pressed against Sean shamelessly, overcome by the smell and feel of the man. He was really doing this—his heart’s desire, wasn’t that what Sean kept saying? Sean’s hands slid beneath his hips, pulling him up closer and encouraging him.
“I think I might just fuck you into this mattress,” Sean said softly against his lips, kneading and squeezing his ass.
“Promise, promises,” Patrick said breathlessly. Maybe he’d wake up soon but for now he had to just go with it.
Sean chuckled and slid a hand between them, finding Patrick’s cock and rubbing along its length. Patrick groaned, and Sean’s eyes twinkled as he slid his body lower, dragging his hard body along Patrick’s cock and trailing kisses down his chest and stomach. His hot tongue licked a stripe all the way down his cock. Patrick took time to thank God for whatever this was and arched his body up, gasping at the hot wetness surrounding him. He looked down to watch his cock slide in and out of those full, sinful lips, Sean’s tongue lapped at him with his head bobbing rhythmically up and down. Patrick knew that he didn’t have a chance of holding out. He cried out hoarsely, and just like that he was spurting hot cum in Sean’s mouth.
Embarrassed, he moaned and covered his face with his arm. Sean made a soft sound in his throat and sucked him down while Patrick fell apart. He had come powerfully—as hard as he’d ever come in his life, and he thought he still saw little lightning bolts shooting in the air above Sean’s head.
As he recovered, his cock grew even more sensitive, so he pulled away, whimpering and shivering. Sean released him with a little plop and smiled up at him. “Did you enjoy that, darlin’?”
“Oh God,” Patrick managed to say breathlessly. “I’m so sorry. I never thought…I tried to stop, but…”
“Ah, darlin’, we have plenty of time. That was just to take the top off a bit. Now we can get down to business.”
“Please tell me I’m not going to wake up anytime soon.”
“Sweetheart, I told you. You belong to me now—it’s what you wished for.”
“It is?” Patrick said. He was almost overcome by the newness of all this. By the smell of this man, the feel of Sean’s raspy skin on his cheeks where he needed a shave. “I think you sucked my brains out through my dick. Give me a minute to think.”
Sean laughed softly and ran his tongue up the side of Patrick’s throat to find his ear. He worried his earlobe for a few minutes while his fingers tugged at Patrick’s nipples until Patrick groaned. “Fuck me, Sean, please. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Yer wish is my command, sweetheart.” Sean smiled and kissed his lips
again, sliding his tongue inside Patrick’s mouth. Pulling away, he reached over to the table for a convenient little bottle of lubricant to slather over himself. He didn’t use a condom, and Patrick raised his eyebrows.
“I’m a leprechaun, darlin’. I don’t have human diseases. You’re mine now, so yer safe as well. I promise you I’ll always take care of you now.”
He eased a finger in to stretch Patrick carefully, kissing and licking the sides of his thighs until he was squirming. Then he knelt between Patrick’s thighs and pulled Patrick’s legs up over his shoulders. He pushed slowly into him. Patrick felt the burn, but Sean was gentle, rocking slowly at first, building to push past the first tight ring of muscles to submerge himself deep inside. Patrick arched toward Sean, loving the fullness and the way his muscles give way to let him in.
Sean grunted and thrust harder, making a little growling sound at the back of his throat. With his legs over Sean’s shoulders, Patrick couldn’t control anything, but he trusted Sean to make it good for them both. It seemed amazing to him and part of his dream that he could trust someone so much that he’d only just met. But it was true. He knew Sean would take care of him, and he could let go. His heels dug down into Sean’s back as he arched, trying to get away from the torturous pleasure at the same time that all he wanted was to get closer to it. Sean’s balls slapped his ass with each hard push, and he could hear himself becoming more and more incoherent as he begged and cried for more, harder.
Sean seemed to lose what little control he had left at the sound of Patrick’s begging and let loose a series of short, brutal thrusts, ramming Patrick’s head up into the wooden headboard. With loud groans, they came only seconds apart. Patrick yelled out Sean’s name and pressed his face into his shoulder as Sean’s body stiffened, filling Patrick’s ass with cum, and then sagged down on top of him.
For what seemed like a long time, they lay pressed together, panting for breath. Sean gave a deep sigh and raised his weight off Patrick with a groan, falling over on his side. “Damn, darlin’,” he said, still out of breath, dropping a kiss on Patrick’s upper arm. He reached up and pulled Patrick over into his arms. “Are you okay?”