BRAD had no idea what movie they were watching, and he didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of Patrick’s hands running over his bare back. The blanket over his back kept the chill of the room from touching his skin. Deciding that he didn’t really feel like paying any attention to the movie, Brad tilted his head and began to nibble on the skin of Patrick’s neck. Patrick moaned beneath him and tilted his chin, pushing more of his neck into Brad’s mouth.
Deciding to fulfill his lover’s request, Brad latched onto Patrick’s neck with his teeth. The fingers on his back tightened as Patrick groaned and arched into the contact. Brad bit down harder and sucked on the patch of skin trapped between his teeth. He pulled away when Patrick started to tremble beneath him. He’d left a rather sizable mark on his lover’s neck. Brad ran his fingers over the mark, causing Patrick to whimper and arch his neck toward Brad’s mouth.
Brad ran his fingers over the mark once more. “I know you love that, but if I keep worrying that spot the mark is going to be huge.”
“Don’t care.” Patrick’s fingers tangled in Brad’s hair as he attempted to press him back to his neck.
Brad chuckled and blew on the mark but didn’t let Patrick pull him any closer. “I noticed, but you don’t strike me as the turtleneck type, and don’t you have to go to work tomorrow?”
“Shit.” Patrick groaned and stopped trying to push Brad back to his neck. “You have a point.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t mark you somewhere else.” Brad looked down into Patrick’s green eyes and smirked when they darkened with lust.
“I like the way you think.”
“Good. Now, let’s get this out of my way.” Brad sat up, reached for the hem of Patrick’s shirt, and started to tug. He was momentarily distracted as his lover arched beneath him to help remove the shirt; then he suddenly had Patrick’s bare chest before him.
Brad shifted so he was straddling Patrick and looked down at his lover. He ran his fingers over Patrick’s collarbone, smiling when Patrick shivered beneath him. He hadn’t forgotten how much Patrick loved to be touched. Trailing his finger down the firm chest, Brad felt his eyes widen when he noticed that both nipples were now pierced. He paused there, tugging on both rings and loving the strangled moans his actions caused. Continuing to play with the nipple rings, Brad leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the health and strength tattoos on Patrick’s chest.
“I thought you were going to mark me?”
“Patience really isn’t your thing, is it?”
“Not right now. It’s been too long, Angel.”
“I know how you feel,” Brad replied. He looked up into Patrick’s eyes, and the need and longing he saw in them almost made him dizzy. Brad moved his mouth to just above the tattoos on Patrick’s chest and bit down. Patrick nearly howled beneath him as he sucked and nibbled on the skin.
Brad kept his mouth pressed to Patrick’s chest longer than he had to his neck. He wanted this mark to be dark. Hell, he wanted the one on Patrick’s neck to be darker so that everyone he saw knew that he was taken, but he knew his lover had to work the next day. Brad gave the trapped patch of flesh one last squeeze with his teeth before he pulled away to study his handiwork. He could almost see an impression of his teeth in the dark mark on Patrick’s skin. Brad pressed his fingers against the mark, and Patrick cried out. Smirking, Brad continued trailing his fingers down Patrick’s strong chest.
His fingers had just reached Patrick’s abdomen when he noticed a black mark on Patrick’s skin. It was the first line of a tattoo that Patrick had not had the last time they had seen each other. Brad sat back and moved his hands so he could get a better look at the new design decorating his lover’s skin. Surrounding Patrick’s navel was a black design. It looked like a cross between a sun and a compass. The lines of the compass-sun were wavy, not straight, and the bottom point dipped below the waist of Patrick’s low-slung jeans. It was a design that Brad was intimately familiar with. He had made it. The sketch had gone missing just before Patrick had left Alberta. Brad ran his fingers slowly over the pattern.
“This is mine.”
“Actually, that does happen to be my stomach, but feel free to play with it.”
“Brat.” Brad gave Patrick’s side a swat. “I meant this is one of my designs. I sketched this while you were in Alberta.”
“I know. I like it.”
Brad looked up from where the design he had drawn was etched into his lover’s skin and found himself caught in a green gaze. There was something in Patrick’s eyes that looked rather vulnerable. “When did you get this done?”
“The day after I got home.” Patrick’s voice came out a low whisper, and Brad watched as he nervously bit at his lip. The gesture was so unlike his normally confident lover that Brad knew the tattoo was important to him.
“It looks good on your skin.” Brad bent forward and pressed a kiss to Patrick’s navel, directly in the center of the design. “I like it.”
As the words left his lips, some of the tension went out of Patrick’s body. Tossing the blanket the rest of the way off the couch, Brad shifted around until he could lean down and lick the tattoo. He let his tongue follow the lines that he had drawn. The lines that were now permanently etched onto his lover’s skin. If that didn’t prove that Patrick cared about him, he didn’t know what would. Following the lowest point of the tattoo, Brad paused in his licking when his chin hit Patrick’s jeans. He looked up at Patrick and grinned.
“Brad,” Patrick moaned. His hands had dropped to the couch, and Brad could see where his fingers were gripping the cushions.
“I think these are in the way.” Brad sat up and slowly undid the button fly on Patrick’s jeans. Since the jeans were old and obviously well-worn, it was fairly easy for Brad to pop the buttons. Which was a good thing. Usually, he had a bit more trouble getting his lover’s pants removed. Once he had the fly undone, Brad ran his hands over the waist of Patrick’s pants, letting his hands brush against the warmth of his skin. When he reached Patrick’s hips, he put a slight amount of pressure on them until Patrick lifted up. Brad pulled the denim from his lover’s body and tossed the jeans over his shoulder.
The removal of his jeans left Patrick completely bare. Brad drank in the sight of his naked lover. When he had realized that he was attracted to men, Brad had never realized how amazing it would feel to have a man spread out beneath him. He allowed his eyes to roam Patrick’s body, taking in the tattoos, scars, and the rather enticing erection.
“Are you going to get naked and join me or just stare?”
“Patience. There’s something that I want to try.” Brad could feel his own erection straining against the sweats he was wearing, but he ignored it and settled himself on the couch. He lowered his head and took his first taste of Patrick.
As he ran his tongue along the length of Patrick’s erection, Patrick moaned beneath him. Brad licked again, attempting to commit the taste to memory. It was different than he had expected. Despite his yearnings, Brad had never thought that he would have a man’s cock in his mouth. Patrick made him fly when he did this to him, and Brad wanted to return the favor. He licked his way around the shaft, working his way to the head. Once there, Brad took a deep breath before taking the top of Patrick’s erection in his mouth. Patrick howled beneath him, and his body tensed. If his mouth hadn’t been full, Brad would have smirked.
“For an angel, you have a wicked mouth,” Patrick moaned. Brad felt one of Patrick’s hands tangle in his hair as he attempted to find a rhythm. The hand wasn’t forcing him down, it was just resting there. Brad couldn’t get all of Patrick in his mouth, but if the sounds Patrick was making were any indication, he was doing a good job.
Brad whined as he was pulled off of Patrick. “Hey, I was enjoying that.”
“I could tell.”
“Then why did you stop me?”
“I don’t want to come until you’re in me, so hurry the fuck up.”
Brad grinned at him and sat up to
push off his sweats. “Pushy.”
“You know you love it. Lube and condoms are in the drawer next to the couch.”
“You have stuff stashed in every room of this house, don’t you?” Brad got off of the couch and rummaged around in the drawer that Patrick had indicated until he found the supplies. The lamp that was sitting on the table nearly fell off as Brad slammed the drawer shut. He turned back and almost dropped the supplies at the sight of Patrick sprawled and needy on the couch.
“I like to be prepared. Now get down here and fuck me,” Patrick demanded. Brad laughed and climbed back onto the couch. He leaned back as Patrick maneuvered one of his legs onto the back of the couch and the other wrapped around his waist. Brad kissed the inside of Patrick’s raised thigh and popped the lid on the lube.
Coating his finger, he slowly slid it inside of his lover. If the marks on Patrick’s arms and knees were anything to go by, his lover had to be sore. When all Patrick did was moan in pleasure and push back against him, Brad allowed his preparation to become a tad more forceful. He quickly moved from one finger to two, relishing the way that Patrick moaned and squirmed around his fingers.
“Come on, Angel, I’m ready.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“If you say so,” Brad replied. So gorgeous. Brad looked down at his lover’s exposed and wanton form, marveling that such an attractive man wanted him. Patrick’s green eyes were nearly glowing with need and desire. Brad grasped his hips and tugged until Patrick’s head was no longer on the arm of the couch. He didn’t want Patrick to hurt his neck. Brad pressed a kiss to his lover’s raised leg as Patrick shifted on the couch.
Seeing the beginnings of impatience in his eyes, Brad grinned and quickly rolled on the condom. He ran the leftover lube on his fingers down his length, then positioned himself at Patrick’s stretched hole. Locking eyes with his lover, Brad slowly began to push inside. A soft whimper escaped Patrick’s lips as his leg tightened around Brad’s waist. Brad braced one foot against the floor for better leverage and slammed the rest of the way in. Patrick howled beneath him.
Brad started a pace that had him sliding out slowly before slamming back in. Beneath him, Patrick was thrusting to meet each of his movements. Brad leaned down and captured Patrick’s lips in a kiss as his lover’s fingers dug into his back. He pulled one hand from Patrick’s hip to wrap around his lover’s leaking erection. His actions caused Patrick to break away from the kiss in order to cry out in pleasure. Feeling himself closing in on release, Brad latched onto the mark on Patrick’s neck hard enough that he tasted the copper tang of blood. Patrick screamed his name as he erupted over Brad’s hand. Brad managed two more thrusts before his own orgasm hit. Panting, he collapsed against Patrick’s chest.
“Holy shit, Angel,” Patrick panted. Brad grunted and tucked his head under Patrick’s chin. Hands slowly ran over his back. “Brad?”
“Hmm?”
“I need you to move. My leg is cramping.”
“Shit, sorry.” Brad sat up and slowly pulled out of his lover. He used the box of Kleenex on the table to clean Patrick up and dispose of the condom. Brad then placed a soft kiss to Patrick’s raised leg before he began to slowly lower it back to the couch. Patrick hissed in pain as Brad straightened his leg.
“Ouch.”
Brad gently massaged the muscle he could see twitching in Patrick’s thigh. “Why didn’t you tell me that your leg was hurting?”
“I honestly didn’t even notice until you finished.”
“How does it feel now?” Brad hated that he had caused his lover pain, even unintentionally.
“Feels great. I always feel better when you touch me.”
Brad could feel a blush staining his cheeks as he met Patrick’s eyes. He was about to say something equally sappy when he noticed smears of red on Patrick’s skin. Brad tilted Patrick’s head to one side and frowned at what he saw. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I bit you.”
“That’s not a bad thing, Angel. I like it when you bite me.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“Am I?” Patrick raised a hand to his neck, and Brad watched as he lifted blood-flecked fingers to his eyes. “Huh. I guess I am.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. It felt wonderful.” Patrick reached up and cupped Brad’s cheek. “You are an amazing lover.”
Brad blushed. “You’re not that bad yourself.”
“Really? What do you like about me?”
“Patrick, you know you’re good in bed. Are you seriously fishing for compliments?” Brad attempted to sound incredulous, but he was too sexed out to really put much heat into his voice.
“I’m the only man you’ve been with, Brad. I’m just curious about what you like about being with me.”
“Hmm. Well, I love how responsive you are to touch.” Brad ran a finger along Patrick’s collarbone and grinned as he shivered. “See, just like that.”
“Anything else?”
“That I don’t have to be careful all of the time. You can handle it if I get a little rough.” Brad lifted Patrick’s arm and kissed one of the scratches. “But mostly, I just like that it’s you.” Brad felt his blush come rushing back, but he didn’t take his eyes away from Patrick’s. A soft looked settled over Patrick’s face.
“I think that might be my favorite thing you like about me.” Patrick’s smile was followed by a shiver. “I’m starting to get cold.”
“Well, we can’t have that. Come on.” Brad stood and held out a hand to Patrick, gently pulling him to his feet. “How about I let the dog out while you run us a bath?”
“I like that idea.” Patrick placed a quick kiss to Brad’s lips before he pulled out of his arms. “I’ll meet you upstairs.”
Brad watched Patrick’s ass as his lover left the room. Shaking his head with a grin, Brad pulled his borrowed sweats back on and headed to the kitchen. Bingo looked up when he walked in and headed to the door. She stopped in front of the back door and wagged her tail. Smiling, Brad opened the door for her. As he waited for Bingo to do her business, Brad thought about the naked man waiting for him in the bathroom.
It was going to be a good weekend.
Chapter 8
BRAD looked at the door to the pub and tried to quell his rising panic. He had no idea why he was so nervous. He’d already met Julian, the ex-lover, and Keith, the on-again, off-again shag. Meeting the rest of Patrick’s friends—who were basically his family—should have been easy after surviving that. They were just people.
Brad thought he was going to vomit.
“Brad, you need to breathe,” Patrick instructed. Brad took a shuddering breath and felt Patrick’s hand settle on his lower back. “That’s it. Why are you so nervous?”
“No idea,” Brad replied. He turned slightly and looked at his lover. Brad narrowed his eyes as Patrick started to fidget. “Why are you so nervous?”
“I’ve never really introduced any of my friends to a boyfriend before.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. After Julian, there was never really anyone I wanted them to meet.” Patrick reached out and touched his cheek. “You’re special.”
“When you say things like that it makes me want to act like a sappy girl.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not. You’re smiling too much to be sorry.” Brad attempted to glare at his unapologetic lover, but he couldn’t get the sappy smile off of his face. He slid an arm around Patrick’s waist and leaned into him, just breathing in his scent.
“Ready to go in?”
“Do you think they’ll like me?”
“Of course they’ll like you. You’re incredibly likeable,” Patrick replied, giving him a squeeze. Brad pulled away and took a deep breath. He could do this. He was a strong and confident individual with a sinfully hot boyfriend. He could ignore the fact that he was scared shitless.
Maybe.
“Okay
, I’m ready.”
“Good. They’ll love you, Angel. Just be yourself.”
“I’ll try,” Brad responded. He laced his fingers with Patrick’s and allowed his lover to pull him into the pub. Once they got inside, Brad started to relax. The place reminded him of Brenda’s, where he worked back home in Alberta. There was a decent crowd for early on a Friday night, but it wasn’t so full that it would be uncomfortable. Brad’s gaze traveled around the pub, and he allowed the familiar atmosphere to calm him.
“There’s Justine and Keegan,” Patrick announced. Brad looked where his lover was pointing and gulped.
Justine was a petite, well-endowed redhead with mischievous green eyes. Tattooed Celtic symbols and vines decorated her bare arms. Brad could see what appeared to be doves on her clavicle. The way she held her pool cue screamed that—if she had to—she could use it as a weapon. Brad was starting to understand why Patrick kept insisting that she was scary.
The man standing next to her wasn’t much taller than she was, which made him shorter than both Brad and Patrick, but he was solid. The shirt Keegan was wearing strained over his muscles as he lined up his shot. His dark hair hung past his shoulders in a thick braid. Brad spotted what he thought was a snake tattoo peeking out from under the cuff of Keegan’s long-sleeved shirt. Brad was pretty sure he never wanted to run into Keegan in a dark alley at night.
“Ready to go and say hi?”
“I was until I saw them. I now believe you that Justine is scary.”
“I’m glad someone is finally on my side. Come on, we can’t hide now. They’ve spotted us.” Patrick gave his hand a squeeze and started to pull him toward the occupied pool table. The closer they got, the more nervous Brad became. By the time they reached the Irish couple, Brad was nearly shaking with nerves.
“You showed,” Justine said. She laid her cue on the table and smiled at them. “I was starting to think you were going to chicken out.”
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