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]

Turning his head again, under Patrick's guidance, Brendan returned the kiss, to Patrick's temple. He wasn't sure what Patrick wanted, or expected next, so he edged his ass back until he could feel Patrick's erection pressing into his butt.

[patrick_koster]

Patrick groaned, sliding one arm around Brendan, pulling the man's body flush against his own and pushing his hips forwards almost automatically, searching the friction this would create. He muttered a curse and shook his head, eyes fluttering closed as he tried to remember what was next. Condom. Another soft curse and he forced himself to open his eyes again and remember where he'd left the bloody thing. Once he remembered his smile was almost one of relief and he pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of Brendan's mouth before reaching for the foil packet and glancing at Brendan. "Bed."

[stormybrendan]

With a simple nod of his head Brendan took the steps to cover teh distance between himself and the bed, stretching out on it once he'd stripped the covers back. He rolled on his stomach, then propped himself up on his side with his leg bent up. Holding his head up on his bent arm he looked up at Patrick and waited.

[patrick_koster]

As Brendan walked over to the bed, Patrick took off his shoes and socks, sliding his trousers down over his hips just as Brendan arranged himself on the bed. If this had been a real trick he never would've considered getting undressed - for far too many reasons

[stormybrendan]

Brendan dragged a pillow down under his chest, crushing it with his arms as he shifted his legs apart at Patrick's urging. He turned to look back at Patrick after a few minutes, wondering if everything was alright.

[patrick_koster]

When he noticed Brendan looking, Patrick smirked, more at himself than at the other man, the small part of himself that was still in character stopping him from saying what Brendan could probably guess anyway: that he needed a minute because otherwise he'd come the second his cock was inside of the man. "Mind getting on your knees for me?" he asked a little hoarsely after a few more minutes had passed.

[stormybrendan]

"Not at all," Brendan said with a slight drawl. He drew his knees up one at a time, raising his hips up as he also pushed up on his elbows. He wouldn't have done it for anyone else but Patrick, the position one that left him open and exposed. He threw another look back over his shoulder and smirked, covering up the momentary discomfort.

"See anything y' like?" he added with a grin that grew cheeky as he spoke.

[patrick_koster]

Patrick chuckled softly and nodded. "Aye - reckon I do," he murmured as he moved up behind Brendan, smoothing his hands over the man's buttocks, then spreading the ass cheeks with his thumbs, exposing Brendan to him even more. A small smile played on his lips as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the man's lower back before straightening again and lining himself up. He took a deep breath and then pushed in, moaning softly at the feel of the tight stretching around his cock.

[stormybrendan]

Between Patrick's fingers just now, and being fucked by him down in the garage, Brendan's ass is well and truly ready to take Patrick without too much resistance. He rocked his hips back, pressing into Patrick's groin before reluctantly and slowly sliding forward enough to start a backward push again.

"That's a bloody great cock you got there," he gasped, telling the 'trick' what he's probably wanting to hear. "Ass-splitter if ever there was one," he added.

[patrick_koster]

Patrick paused, eyes widening as he stared down at Brendan, only just managing to hold back the laughter that threatened at Brendan's words. "Thanks," he said, almost choking on his laughter. "Be careful now, or I might just start feeling special and get all clingy on your arse," he said before withdrawing his cock only to slam back in the following second.

[stormybrendan]

Brendan managed to muffle his own smirk in the pillow he had clutched to his chest. He rocked back into Patrick again, and tried to imagine a 'clingy' Patrick. It just didn't work. He chuckled as he felt the man enter him again, hard and hungry, and he looked back again, this time his eyes reflecting the sparks that were igniting there.

[patrick_koster]

His hands moved down to Brendan's hips, fingers digging into the flesh as he once again had to pause to keep himself from mindlessly slamming into the man, the familiar tingle at the base of his spine telling him he was far too close far too soon. Their eyes met and he smirked down at the younger man. "Reckon you don't want me to try and see if I can actually split that arse of yours, do you?" he asked before taking another deep breath as he slowly pulled out almost all the way.

[stormybrendan]

"Guess that would depend on how much use of it you want f' y' money," he grunted, bracing himself on his elbows, ready for the next thrust.

[patrick_koster]

"I don't know - realistically speaking I suppose not an awful lot for at least the next hour or so," Patrick murmured as he opted for a slow, deep thrust this time, hoping that would enable him to last a bit longer. "That is if I don't decide to just use my hand instead of course," he added, voice trailing off in a low moan when he was once again buried inside of Brendan.

[stormybrendan]

Brendan wasn't too sure what Patrick meant by that, and didn't know that he wanted to know. Those thoughts however were driven from his mind when Patrick drove into him again, slowly and steadily till skin was hard up against Brendan's ass. The drag of Patrick's cock over that sweet spot inside was enough to drive all other thoughts from his mind and his head lolled down, forehead pressed into his forearms.

[patrick_koster]

Since Brendan was usually the one doing the talking during sex, Patrick fell silent when the other man did: not that he could blame Brendan, he'd after all been deliberately angling his thrusts. Shortening them a little as he realized the slow, deep ones gave him a bit too much time to think, Patrick's fingers tightened on Brendan's hips briefly in warning, before he pulled back and then rammed in much harder than he had before.