No more games

[patrick_koster]

The game ended ages ago and they're already on their way home when Patrick's still complaining about how on earth the Red Bulls managed to lose three points there. And how on earth Djorkaeff managed not to score at least three times

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[stormybrendan]

The air huffed out of Brendan's lungs for a moment as Patrick pushed him into the car and the kiss stopped him from filling them properly again. When Patrick stepped back just as suddenly Brendan's lungs were dragging the air in. He lifted his hand to his mouth, running the back of it against his lips lightly as his eyes ran down Patrick's body toward his groin. Leaving them there for a moment, as he started to turn around, only raising them to Patrick's face as he was almost fully turned, Brendan smirked.

"No problem at all," he told the man, moving his feet to give a wider stance. His jeans hugged his hips, and he pushed his ass back with a small twitch. "Like that?"

[patrick_koster]

"Aye," Patrick murmured as he reached around to unfasten Brendan's jeans. "Exactly like that," he added when he'd pulled the man's trousers down over his hips. Resting his hands at the small of Brendan's back before sliding them down to cup his ass, Patrick leaned forward, unable to stop himself from placing a gentle kiss to the back of Brendan's neck.

[stormybrendan]

Brendan couldn't help the small shiver that ran through him at the tender touch in the middle of this 'scene'. Swallowing quickly he opened his eyes and turned his head, hands now on the roof of the car. "Got rubbers in m' back pocket there," he told the 'trick'.

[patrick_koster]

"Of course you do," Patrick smirked as he reached for the man's back pocket. The absent thought of it not being a bad thing to be able to forgo the condoms altogether passed quickly. "Don't suppose you have any lube stashed there as well," he added conversationally as he reached up with one hand, covering Brendan's mouth with it, before pushing two fingers inside, leaving it up to Brendan to provide adequate lubrication.

[stormybrendan]

He did, but if Patrick didn't want to use it, he'd go along with him. He wrapped his tongue around the two fingers, giving them a quick suck before working more saliva into his mouth and distributing it onto them.

[patrick_koster]

"That'll do." He pulled his fingers out abruptly and pushed his knee between Brendan's legs, urging the man to spread his legs a little wider even with his pants restricting his movement. Without hesitation, Patrick slid his hand down and, not wasting any time for a change by being - perhaps too - careful or gentle, pushed both fingers into Brendan's body.

[stormybrendan]

Brendan braced himself, trying to relax for what he suspected was about to happen, but despite it, the thrust of both of Patrick's fingers into him, without much in the way of lube and no preparation was still a shock, his body automatically constricting. His fingers tightened on the roof of the car as he stopped himself from moving closer to the vehicle, and he concentrated on breathing through the sharp stretch. As if trying to remove the shock by forcing more into him he pushed back, eyes closing as he breathed a little harder, his body pushing onto Patrick's fingers.

[patrick_koster]

Watching - and feeling - the way Brendan's body stretched around his fingers, Patrick moaned softly and pulled his fingers almost all the way out, then almost immediately pushed them back in, knowing Brendan was still far too tight to even consider fucking him just yet, he continued to work his fingers in and out of the man's body until he was able to scissor his fingers a fraction.

[stormybrendan]

The drag of skin against skin increased as the saliva dried, and Brendan concentrated on relaxing. "Some .. lube there too.. " he finally grunted as Patrick's fingers pushed in again. "If y' want it that is," he added, as it was what the customer wanted that mattered. THen again, if the customer wanted to fuck his arse more than once he might be better off using the lube.

[patrick_koster]

"Not sure if I want it," Patrick replied, making the effort to keep his tone of voice indifferent. "But I suppose I could use it - if you need it," he continued conversationally even though he'd already decided to use the lube Brendan had brought, because if he didn't he'd either never get around to fucking Brendan or he'd risk hurting the man. Shoving his fingers back in and curling them immediately after that, Patrick finally relented and leaned forward, reaching for the lube with his free hand.

[stormybrendan]

"Up to you," he replied, body no longer stiffening at all when the fingers were thrust in. But when they curled?

"Nngh!"

That caught Brendan as unawares as anythng, and his cock jerked to life from between his thighs.

[patrick_koster]

"Yeah - guess it is up to me," Patrick said, pulling his fingers out quickly while he tore open one of the condom packets with his teeth. He slid the condom on and then opened the small bottle of lube. Once he'd slicked his fingers he pushed them in one more time, glad to see they were sinking in all the way to his knuckles without any effort whatsoever.

As he withdrew his fingers once more, Patrick quickly coated his cock with just enough lube, before lining himself up at Brendan's entrance. Leaning forward, he placed another kiss to the back of the man's neck and then slowly but steadily pushed inside, not stopping until his cock was buried all the way down to the hilt.

[stormybrendan]

The sudden withdrawal of Patrik's fingers left Brendan feeling a little needy, but he kept the moan silent. Instead he took the opportunity to catch his breath and reach down to his own cock, palming it and giving it a few quick jerks. When he felt Patrick's fingers return, slicked and slippery this time, he did moan softly, repeating it when they were replaced with the fullness of Patrick's cock. The thick shaft opened him up further, and by the time it stopped, buried balls deep in his arse, Brendan was gasping a needy cry. "Yeah! That's it, all the way," he muttered, encouraging Patrick to move. "Make it a good one," he added, pulling foward a little and back again as an indicator that he meant it.

[patrick_koster]

Patrick had to laugh at that, figuring that with Brendan sucking him off earlier and the tight heat now surrounding him it was a bloody miracle he hadn't gone over the edge already. Hearing the need in Brendan's voice was awfully good though and it made him determined to do as requested: make it a good one. Deeming a verbal response unnecessary, Patrick slid both hands down to Brendan's hips and pulled out almost all the way before immediately slamming back in. "Something like that?" he breathed in Brendan's ear.

[stormybrendan]

A low grunt and growl sound out in the garage, Brendan trying to shift his feet further apart but failing, his jeans effectively hobbling him.

"Yeah," he rasps out and turns his head to look back toward Patrick. "Like that."

[patrick_koster]

"Aye - thought you might like that," Patrick smirked at the man, then moved one hand down to the man's erect cock, wrapping his fingers around the firm flesh and squeezing it hard just as he angled his hips a little and thrust in again.