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been a good idea. He was feeling better already. Several hours and a couple of beers later, Patrick was still sitting at the bar while Brad was closing up. He watched as Brad moved around the bar with precision, putting everything where it should be before he turned to Patrick with a smile. They were the only people left in the bar. Patrick was still sitting on the barstool when Brad walked up to him. The younger man inserted himself between Patrick's thighs and ran his hands up Patrick's legs. Patrick felt himself start to tremble under the younger man's touch. When Brad's hands skimmed his ribs before settling on his waist, Patrick actually moaned. Since the barstool made him slightly taller, Patrick had to lean down to meet Brad's lips. The feeling of Brad urging his lips apart had Patrick moaning into the kiss. Patrick rested his forehead against the bartender's when the kiss ended. "Patrick?" "Yeah, baby?" "Come home with me?" "You sure?" "Positive." "Then take me home, Brad, Patrick instructed. He slithered off the barstool and into Brad's waiting arms in a motion that had them completely brushing against each other. Patrick moaned at the contact. Inside Brad's arms was quickly becoming his favorite place to be. Patrick smiled as Brad linked their fingers together and tugged him out of the bar. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket while he waited for Brad to lock up. The temperature had dropped while they were inside, and now there was a bite in the air. He rocked back and forth on Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html his heels while he waited. When strong arms wrapped around his waist, he leaned back with a smile. All done?" "All done. Let's go." Patrick leaned against Brad's side as he was led to the car. He let Brad open the door for him, enjoying the feeling of having someone care for him. It wasn't something that he was used to. He hated admitting when he actually needed someone to look after him, so Julian and his grandmother were the only people who had ever really taken the time to make sure that he was being cared for. It was nice to have someone else to add to the list of people who cared. The drive fromBrenda's to Brad's house was quiet. Patrick let his fingers dance across Brad's thigh as the other man drove. He had never expected he would end up dating during his forced exile, but he had to admit that he was enjoying it. Brad pulled the car to a stop in his driveway. Patrick turned slightly so that he could see Brad and took a moment to simply enjoy the sight of the other man. He ran his fingers down Brad's cheek when he turned to face him. Using the slight grip that he had on Brad's chin, Patrick pulled Brad into a gentle kiss. He licked at the seal of Brad's lips until they opened for him. Patrick dipped his tongue inside for a taste. He felt Brad's hands come to rest in his hair. As Brad's fingers began to massage his scalp, Patrick moved closer and deepened the kiss. He tried to wrap his arms around Brad, but within the close confines of the car, his shoulder gave a throb of protest. He hissed in pain and pulled away from the kiss. Brad's eyes softened with concern. Shoulder?" "Yeah. Patrick winced slightly as he moved fully back to the passenger side of the car. "Why don't we go inside?" "I think that might be a good idea, Patrick replied. He rested his head against the cool glass of the car window as the pain slowly ebbed. Opening eyes that had fallen shut while he warded off the pain, Patrick saw that Brad was standing outside the window.Damn, I mustbe in pain if I didn't hear him leave the car. "Come on, let's get you inside. Brad reached inside the car and helped him to his feet. Patrick allowed the gentle pull to propel him into Brad's arms. When those arms settled on his waist, he rested his head on Brad's shoulder and sighed. He loved being held. They pulled apart slowly, Brad keeping one arm around Patrick's waist as they walked up the drive to the porch. Even though it was dark, Patrick was once again drawn to the beauty of the gardens. Brad, the gardens are beautiful. Do you do all the planting?" Brad laughed lightly. No. My neighbor does all of the planting. She loves to garden. I can barely [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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