As the Days Go By - Part 2/4
Title: As the Days Go By
Author: Kiki, sadwal1538
Rating: NC-17 Overall
Pairing: Patrick Sharp/Adam Burish...others involved
Warnings:
Notes: Written for the Hockey Big Bang @ reallybigsticks.
Word Count: 12,626 (Total)
Summary: Adam's now in Dallas, counting down the days until he can see Patrick. But will it be what anyone expects?
Disclaimer: Not in any way true! All fake!
Author's Note: Special thanks goes to 4evrendvrsayshi for being such a wonderful beta! Definitely my rock through this. :)
Part 1
Part 2
Patrick shakes his leg in an almost nervous manner. He looks at the clock for possibly the hundredth time in the last five minutes. Any minute, any second now, he’d be seeing Adam; the day is finally here. God, the time seems to have stopped now. Patience; it’s something Patrick is usually good with, but now he just can’t wait any longer. He needs to do something. There’s no way he can continue to sit here.
Standing up, Patrick walks down to his bedroom. He can do the one chore he hates to do, maybe that’ll make time move quicker, putting clothes away. Patrick always made Adam do that part. Sure, he’d agreed to wash and fold everything as long as Adam put everything away. Not that Adam liked it any more than he did.
Patrick is putting the last of his socks away when he hears a noise from the front hall. Please let that be Adam. Letting out a soft breath, Patrick walks over to the door of his bedroom. He walks down the hall. When he turns the corner, he breaks out into a bright smile seeing Adam pulling his coat off.
“Adam,” Patrick says.
Adam turns around as he tosses his coat onto the chair. “Sharpie,” he says smiling widely.
Patrick closes the short distance between them and throws his arms around the younger man’s neck. “Oh God, Bur.” The tension he’s been carrying with him the entire morning leaves the moment Adam slides his arms around him.
Adam pulls back just enough to capture Patrick’s lips in a soft kiss. Perfect, that’s what this is. Patrick can’t stop the soft noise that escapes his mouth. As he pulls back slightly, Adam smiles down at Patrick. He pushes his hand up under Patrick’s shirt, making contact with the warm skin.
“I’ve missed you,” Patrick says softly. “Missed you so much.”
“God, you have no idea.” Adam pulls Patrick to him once again and kisses him. “I don’t know whether you have it better or worse than I do.” Reaching up, Adam rests his hands on Patrick’s cheeks. “You still get to be with all our friends. But they’re all together.”
Patrick laughs softly. “Let’s not talk about them.”
“I like that idea. I’d say let’s just go to the bedroom, but I’m hungry. So let’s go get something to eat.”
“Then why’d you take your coat off?”
“So when I hugged you we could be closer.”
“God, you’re such a sap.” Patrick doesn’t hesitate to step forward and kiss Adam though.
“You love it when I’m a sap.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Adam laughs softly as he steps back. He watches as Patrick walks by him and into the living room. Dropping his eyes, he can’t help but watch the older man’s hips sway slightly with each step. Darting his tongue out, Adam licks his suddenly dry lips. Patrick glances back and raises an eyebrow with a smirk.
“You like what you see?”
Adam groans and storms over to Patrick. “Fuck going out,” he mutters. Reaching out, he grabs Patrick by the back of the neck and crushes their lips together.
Patrick squeaks, not completely ready for the force. Just as quickly, though, he’s sliding his hands up Adam’s chest and back down once again. “What do you want then?”
“That fine ass of yours.”
“Please tell me you want more than my ass.”
Adam grins and nods. “Of course I do. I always want more of you. I want all of you.” He slides his hands down Patrick’s back before squeezing the man’s butt. “This is just a plus.”
Patrick laughs softly. “We’ll go out later?”
“Whatever, I just want you.”
It doesn’t take long for them to be out of their shoes and making their way down to the bedroom. Adam pulls back to close the door.
“I’m surprised you don’t have your clean clothes all over the place,” he says.
“I just put them away before you got here.”
Adam laughs softly. “Yeah, that’s my Sharpie.” Reaching out, Adam tugs at Patrick’s shirt, glad when Patrick lifts his arms over his head. Adam tosses the shirt to the side before stepping forward to capture Patrick’s lips in a soft kiss. “Fuck.”
“We’re getting there…”
“No.” Adam steps back and sighs. “We promised the boys an early dinner.”
“So we’ll be a little late.”
“Yeah right. Have you met Kaner?”
Patrick sighs and nods. “Just…” Patrick reaches out, tugging Adam back over to him. “Kiss me.”
“That I can do.” Adam lets his lips find Patrick’s in a soft kiss.
Patrick squeezes his eyes shut, knowing this won’t last long. God, sometimes he hates that he’s so close to his teammates.
“Stop thinking about them.” Adam takes Patrick’s shirt from where he’d tossed it. “If you don’t put this back on, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away from you.”
Patrick groans and pulls his shirt back on. “I fucking hate that our best friends…”
“You don’t hate anyone.” Adam rubs Patrick’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I’m glad you didn’t shave.”
“I didn’t because I know you like it. It’s going soon though because it’s driving me crazy.” Patrick reluctantly follows Adam out to the living room. The moment Adam is sitting down on the couch, Patrick is straddling his thighs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Adam asks.
“I’m not going to lose everything right now, so let me at least continue kissing you.”
Adam grins and reaches up to rest his hands on the sides of Patrick’s neck. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Leaning down, Patrick captures Adam’s lips in a soft kiss. Adam slides his right hand down Patrick’s side before wrapping his arm around the older man’s waist and pulling him even further onto his lap. Patrick lets out a soft moan as their tongues slide over each other. He’s falling apart, he knows this. He’s going to get spoiled by having Adam here and then he’ll be broken when Adam has to leave. Is it worth that pain of heartbreak for the short time they’ll have like this?”
As Adam slides his hand under Patrick’s shirt, meeting the warm skin with his cool hand, Patrick knows it’s worth it. He’ll take whatever he can to have any kind of time with Adam. Sliding his hand back, Patrick fists it into Adam’s hair. He doesn’t want to let go. He wants to stay like this, just like this, for as long as he can. Adam pulls back then, receiving a groan from Patrick.
“I don’t know about you,” Adam starts, “but I need to breathe for a second.” He rubs his thumb over Patrick’s smooth skin. “Maybe we can talk the guys into letting us leave early tonight.”
Patrick grins. “I don’t think Kaner will let you out of his sight tonight.”
“I think I might have to have a little talk with that boy then.”
“Good luck with that. Now shut up and let me kiss you again.”
“I love it when you boss me around.”
Patrick rolls his eyes and crushes his mouth over Adam’s. Their tongues meet immediately and Patrick squeaks. Adam takes this chance to take control of the kiss. Of course, he knows Patrick won’t argue.
“Oh God,” Jonathan says causing Patrick to jump slightly. “Sorry.”
Patrick rests his forehead on Adam’s for a moment before sliding off his lap. “I didn’t hear you come in,” he says looking at Jonathan.
“Apparently. We didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”
Adam waves him off and stands up. He walks over to Jonathan, pulling his former captain into a tight hug. “Captain Serious is still Captain Serious I see.”
Patrick looks behind Jonathan to see Kane standing there. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Kane so shy before. But that’s exactly what he is right now. Kane is nervous, shy, like he doesn’t know what to do.
“What, no hello from you?” Adam asks looking over at Kane.
“I…” Kane starts, but doesn’t finish.
Adam raises an eyebrow before walking over and hugging Kane. “What’s with you?”
Patrick watches as Kane finally relaxes into the hug. “Don’t hurt him Bur,” he says. “We need him healthy soon.”
Adam pulls back and rolls his eyes. “I’m telling you he’s not injured. He just doesn’t want to face me tomorrow.”
“Right, you don’t see him at home,” Jonathan says. “Duncs and Seabs are meeting us there. They were arguing again about God knows what. I swear they’re worse than Paddy and me.”
“Is that even possible?” Adam asks as he pulls his shoes on.
Patrick chuckles as he reaches for his own shoes. “Hard to believe, but it’s been that way a lot so far.”
Jonathan nods. “I don’t know what their problem is, but whatever. Marián and Tomas are meeting us there as well. Everyone else said they’ll hit you up for lunch tomorrow.”
Patrick stands up and reaches over for his coat. As he’s putting his coat on, he can’t help but smile when Adam steps over to help him. Adam reaches up to fix the collar on the black coat.
“Thank you,” Patrick says.
“You’re welcome,” Adam replies as he pulls his own coat on.
******
Patrick laughs as he listens to Adam tell yet another story of his roommate. Normally Patrick wouldn’t find anything Steve Ott does as funny, but when it involves Adam, it’s almost always going to have some humor behind it. He looks over at Adam and smiles. He’s missed this, everything about this. Feeling a hand on his thigh, Patrick focuses once again on Adam. The younger man squeezes his thigh.
“So I hear you and Seabs are no longer roommates,” Adam says.
Patrick rolls his eyes. “The quiet was killing me. Not to mention all the mushy stuff he says to Duncs on the phone.”
“What about your mushy stuff?” Duncan asks.
“I never did it in front of Brent. God, it drove me up the wall.”
“So who are you rooming with now?” Adam asks.
“Dowell. So far so good. Besides, it’s nice to have a few towels to use in the morning.”
Brent chuckles. “I wasn’t that bad.”
“I was afraid to go into the bathroom after you had been in there.” Patrick smiles when Brent simply rolls his eyes. “I think we’re better off as being good friends than roommates.”
“I agree.”
Patrick glances at Adam when the younger man squeezes his thigh once again. He’d been well aware that Adam hadn’t moved his hand. But he didn’t want to push him away. He wanted to keep Adam as close to him as he could.
“I don’t know about you,” Duncan starts, “but I’m tired.”
“Right, whatever you say,” Adam says. “I can tell you what I want to do right now.”
“Shut up,” Patrick mutters.
“I don’t think any of us thought anything different,” Jonathan says laughing softly. “So I think we should all head out so you two can get on with it.”
Patrick rolls his eyes. “You make it sound like all we do is fuck.”
******
Patrick fumbles with Adam’s coat as he tries to unbutton it while trying to continue the heavy kiss. Adam lets out a soft laugh into the kiss and slides out of his coat. He tosses it over in the general direction of the couch, not really caring whether or not it actually makes it there. He quickly gets Patrick out of his own coat, tossing it in the same direction before they both fumble to get their shoes off.
Adam stumbles forward after he trips over his discarded shoe. Patrick tightens his grip on Adam’s sides as he bumps into the wall behind him. Adam pulls back just enough to look at Patrick.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. “You okay?”
Patrick nods. “I’m fine,” he whispers. “Are you?” Patrick looks down to see what exactly Adam tripped over.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Adam reaches up rubbing his thumb over Patrick’s cheek. “You look a little nervous.”
Patrick shakes his head, but then shrugs. “I just don’t want…it’s stupid really.”
“Nothing you say is stupid. So tell me.”
“It’s been five months Adam.”
“Are you afraid I’ll hurt you?”
“No, don’t be crazy.”
“Well, you aren’t giving me a whole lot to go on.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I just…don’t want you to realize you aren’t missing…”
“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Adam presses his lips to Patrick’s jaw. “I’ve been making love to you for four years. If I wasn’t getting what I wanted, you would have known about it a long time ago. You, my Patrick, are everything I could ever want and more. The sex could be horrible and I’d still want to be with you because my love for you is so much more. The great sex we have is a plus.”
Patrick grins. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being ridiculous.”
“But that’s what I love about you.” Adam slides his hand down Patrick’s side before sliding it under the older man’s shirt. “I think we should take this to the bedroom.”
“I think I’d have to agree.” Patrick allows Adam to kiss him hard as they make their way down the hall. Lucky for them, this route is not remotely new so they really don’t need to see where they’re going. Also lucky for them, Shooter stays quiet in the living room.
Adam strips them both quickly before they climb onto the bed. Hovering over the Canadian, Adam captures his lips in a soft, passionate kiss. He reaches over to the nightstand where he knows Patrick has the lube and condoms. After pulling each out, he fumbles with the tube of lube. He coats his fingers with the cool liquid and moves his hand down to carefully slide a finger into Patrick. When Patrick squeezes around him, Adam drops his head to his shoulder and kisses the smooth skin.
“Relax baby,” Adam whispers. As he continues to move his finger in and out of Patrick, he can feel the man start to relax. He lifts up to meet Patrick’s hazel eyes. As soon as he holds Patrick’s gaze, he adds a second finger. “Shit, Baby, since when are you so tight?”
Patrick shoots a glare up at Adam. “Not a good thing to say right now…oh fuck yes.”
Adam laughs softly. “Looks like I found exactly what I was looking for.”
“Adam, please. I need you.”
Adam kisses Patrick’s shoulder again. “You sure you’re ready?”
Patrick nods. “Please.”
“Okay.” Adam carefully pulls his fingers out before rolling a condom over his hard member. He meets those perfect hazel eyes as he slides into Patrick. Resting his hand on Patrick’s stomach, Adam rubs his thumb through the trail of hair. “Are you okay?”
Patrick nods. “Just give me a second.”
As Adam is leaning forward, Patrick drops his legs open further. Adam presses a soft kiss to the side of Patrick’s mouth. He smiles to himself when he feels Patrick slides his hands over his back.
“Move,” Patrick whimpers.
Adam starts moving in and out at a slow pace. He doesn’t want to rush things and definitely doesn’t want to hurt Patrick. They haven’t done this in quite some time. Adam has almost forgotten how good Patrick feels. Patrick arches up and moans loudly the moment Adam hits his spot.
“Good…oh God good,” Patrick mutters. “More. Oh please, more.” Patrick moves his hands down, resting them on Adam’s butt as he moves a little faster.
“You feel so good Sharpie,” Adam whispers.
Patrick’s only response is to moan once again. He turns his head to allow Adam to capture his lips in a soft kiss. Their tongues meet almost immediately. The soft touch exactly what they both need and want right now. After so long without each other, how couldn’t they want this?
“Don’t call me Sharpie,” Patrick mumbles. “Not right now.”
Adam drops his head to Patrick’s shoulder. “Okay.” He reaches down, grasping his lover’s cock. He strokes it with each thrust he has.
“Oh God, Adam.” He arches up against Adam. “Oh Baby. Gonna come.”
“Then come for me.”
The sound of Adam’s voice against his ear is enough to drive him over the edge. He comes over both of their stomachs and Adam’s hand.
“So good Pat,” Adam moans as he reaches his own release.
*****
Patrick wakes up the next morning, happier than he has been in a long time. He’s curled against Adam, just like he had so many mornings in the past. He knows he shouldn’t get used to it again, because he’ll be leaving after the game tonight. But God, it’s nice to be able to do this again. He needs more than this though. He needs to feel Adam once again.
Patrick pushes the blankets down, not surprised to find Adam’s cock standing. He grins a little as he reaches over to grab the tube of lube. Shifting, he straddles over Adam. He strokes Adam’s cock a few times, coating it with the lube. How Adam hasn’t woken up yet Patrick isn’t sure. But it doesn’t shock him either. As he’s lifting up, Adam finally stirs.
“What are you doing?” Adam asks resting his hands on Patrick’s hips. He gasps out a moan when Patrick drops down on his dick.
“Does that answer your question?” Patrick whispers.
“Oh God, come here.”
Adam pulls Patrick down and captures his lips in a gentle kiss as he shifts so he can thrust up into him. Sliding his arms around the older man, Adam holds him close. Neither wants to let go. This is how they want to stay, close. Patrick breaks the kiss to bury his face in Adam’s neck. His moans are coming out more like whines, but right now he doesn’t care. If it means feeling Adam, he’ll continue just like this.
Patrick parts his lips enough to lick at Adam’s neck. Adam tightens his grip around Patrick then. He keeps his thrusts in slow, steady movements. The whimpers he gets in response from Patrick are so perfect. He could listen to this all day if it were possible. If it were possible, Adam would want to feel Patrick like this for so much longer than they have together. He slides his hands down Patrick’s back, grasping his butt as he shifts to get a slightly different angle.
With the change in movement, another whine escapes past Patrick’s lips. He squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to let go too soon. But God, Adam feels so good deep inside him. The thought of Adam like this is enough to make Patrick explode. Now it’s actually happening.
Adam slides his hands back up before wrapping his right arm around Patrick’s neck to pull him even closer. Patrick’s whining moans come more rapidly as he draws near his release. He knows he’s not going to last much longer. Adam turns his head to press his lips to Patrick’s neck.
“I can’t hold on,” Patrick whimpers.
“Let go for me then. Come for me.”
The rasp in Adam’s voice puts Patrick over the edge and he comes hard over Adam’s stomach. “Oh God,” he mutters.
“That’s it baby,” Adam says. He thrusts up once more before releasing deep inside of Patrick with a loud moan.
“I love you,” Patrick says.
“I love you too.”
Author: Kiki, sadwal1538
Rating: NC-17 Overall
Pairing: Patrick Sharp/Adam Burish...others involved
Warnings:
Notes: Written for the Hockey Big Bang @ reallybigsticks.
Word Count: 12,626 (Total)
Summary: Adam's now in Dallas, counting down the days until he can see Patrick. But will it be what anyone expects?
Disclaimer: Not in any way true! All fake!
Author's Note: Special thanks goes to 4evrendvrsayshi for being such a wonderful beta! Definitely my rock through this. :)
Part 1
Part 2
Patrick shakes his leg in an almost nervous manner. He looks at the clock for possibly the hundredth time in the last five minutes. Any minute, any second now, he’d be seeing Adam; the day is finally here. God, the time seems to have stopped now. Patience; it’s something Patrick is usually good with, but now he just can’t wait any longer. He needs to do something. There’s no way he can continue to sit here.
Standing up, Patrick walks down to his bedroom. He can do the one chore he hates to do, maybe that’ll make time move quicker, putting clothes away. Patrick always made Adam do that part. Sure, he’d agreed to wash and fold everything as long as Adam put everything away. Not that Adam liked it any more than he did.
Patrick is putting the last of his socks away when he hears a noise from the front hall. Please let that be Adam. Letting out a soft breath, Patrick walks over to the door of his bedroom. He walks down the hall. When he turns the corner, he breaks out into a bright smile seeing Adam pulling his coat off.
“Adam,” Patrick says.
Adam turns around as he tosses his coat onto the chair. “Sharpie,” he says smiling widely.
Patrick closes the short distance between them and throws his arms around the younger man’s neck. “Oh God, Bur.” The tension he’s been carrying with him the entire morning leaves the moment Adam slides his arms around him.
Adam pulls back just enough to capture Patrick’s lips in a soft kiss. Perfect, that’s what this is. Patrick can’t stop the soft noise that escapes his mouth. As he pulls back slightly, Adam smiles down at Patrick. He pushes his hand up under Patrick’s shirt, making contact with the warm skin.
“I’ve missed you,” Patrick says softly. “Missed you so much.”
“God, you have no idea.” Adam pulls Patrick to him once again and kisses him. “I don’t know whether you have it better or worse than I do.” Reaching up, Adam rests his hands on Patrick’s cheeks. “You still get to be with all our friends. But they’re all together.”
Patrick laughs softly. “Let’s not talk about them.”
“I like that idea. I’d say let’s just go to the bedroom, but I’m hungry. So let’s go get something to eat.”
“Then why’d you take your coat off?”
“So when I hugged you we could be closer.”
“God, you’re such a sap.” Patrick doesn’t hesitate to step forward and kiss Adam though.
“You love it when I’m a sap.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Adam laughs softly as he steps back. He watches as Patrick walks by him and into the living room. Dropping his eyes, he can’t help but watch the older man’s hips sway slightly with each step. Darting his tongue out, Adam licks his suddenly dry lips. Patrick glances back and raises an eyebrow with a smirk.
“You like what you see?”
Adam groans and storms over to Patrick. “Fuck going out,” he mutters. Reaching out, he grabs Patrick by the back of the neck and crushes their lips together.
Patrick squeaks, not completely ready for the force. Just as quickly, though, he’s sliding his hands up Adam’s chest and back down once again. “What do you want then?”
“That fine ass of yours.”
“Please tell me you want more than my ass.”
Adam grins and nods. “Of course I do. I always want more of you. I want all of you.” He slides his hands down Patrick’s back before squeezing the man’s butt. “This is just a plus.”
Patrick laughs softly. “We’ll go out later?”
“Whatever, I just want you.”
It doesn’t take long for them to be out of their shoes and making their way down to the bedroom. Adam pulls back to close the door.
“I’m surprised you don’t have your clean clothes all over the place,” he says.
“I just put them away before you got here.”
Adam laughs softly. “Yeah, that’s my Sharpie.” Reaching out, Adam tugs at Patrick’s shirt, glad when Patrick lifts his arms over his head. Adam tosses the shirt to the side before stepping forward to capture Patrick’s lips in a soft kiss. “Fuck.”
“We’re getting there…”
“No.” Adam steps back and sighs. “We promised the boys an early dinner.”
“So we’ll be a little late.”
“Yeah right. Have you met Kaner?”
Patrick sighs and nods. “Just…” Patrick reaches out, tugging Adam back over to him. “Kiss me.”
“That I can do.” Adam lets his lips find Patrick’s in a soft kiss.
Patrick squeezes his eyes shut, knowing this won’t last long. God, sometimes he hates that he’s so close to his teammates.
“Stop thinking about them.” Adam takes Patrick’s shirt from where he’d tossed it. “If you don’t put this back on, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away from you.”
Patrick groans and pulls his shirt back on. “I fucking hate that our best friends…”
“You don’t hate anyone.” Adam rubs Patrick’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I’m glad you didn’t shave.”
“I didn’t because I know you like it. It’s going soon though because it’s driving me crazy.” Patrick reluctantly follows Adam out to the living room. The moment Adam is sitting down on the couch, Patrick is straddling his thighs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Adam asks.
“I’m not going to lose everything right now, so let me at least continue kissing you.”
Adam grins and reaches up to rest his hands on the sides of Patrick’s neck. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Leaning down, Patrick captures Adam’s lips in a soft kiss. Adam slides his right hand down Patrick’s side before wrapping his arm around the older man’s waist and pulling him even further onto his lap. Patrick lets out a soft moan as their tongues slide over each other. He’s falling apart, he knows this. He’s going to get spoiled by having Adam here and then he’ll be broken when Adam has to leave. Is it worth that pain of heartbreak for the short time they’ll have like this?”
As Adam slides his hand under Patrick’s shirt, meeting the warm skin with his cool hand, Patrick knows it’s worth it. He’ll take whatever he can to have any kind of time with Adam. Sliding his hand back, Patrick fists it into Adam’s hair. He doesn’t want to let go. He wants to stay like this, just like this, for as long as he can. Adam pulls back then, receiving a groan from Patrick.
“I don’t know about you,” Adam starts, “but I need to breathe for a second.” He rubs his thumb over Patrick’s smooth skin. “Maybe we can talk the guys into letting us leave early tonight.”
Patrick grins. “I don’t think Kaner will let you out of his sight tonight.”
“I think I might have to have a little talk with that boy then.”
“Good luck with that. Now shut up and let me kiss you again.”
“I love it when you boss me around.”
Patrick rolls his eyes and crushes his mouth over Adam’s. Their tongues meet immediately and Patrick squeaks. Adam takes this chance to take control of the kiss. Of course, he knows Patrick won’t argue.
“Oh God,” Jonathan says causing Patrick to jump slightly. “Sorry.”
Patrick rests his forehead on Adam’s for a moment before sliding off his lap. “I didn’t hear you come in,” he says looking at Jonathan.
“Apparently. We didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”
Adam waves him off and stands up. He walks over to Jonathan, pulling his former captain into a tight hug. “Captain Serious is still Captain Serious I see.”
Patrick looks behind Jonathan to see Kane standing there. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Kane so shy before. But that’s exactly what he is right now. Kane is nervous, shy, like he doesn’t know what to do.
“What, no hello from you?” Adam asks looking over at Kane.
“I…” Kane starts, but doesn’t finish.
Adam raises an eyebrow before walking over and hugging Kane. “What’s with you?”
Patrick watches as Kane finally relaxes into the hug. “Don’t hurt him Bur,” he says. “We need him healthy soon.”
Adam pulls back and rolls his eyes. “I’m telling you he’s not injured. He just doesn’t want to face me tomorrow.”
“Right, you don’t see him at home,” Jonathan says. “Duncs and Seabs are meeting us there. They were arguing again about God knows what. I swear they’re worse than Paddy and me.”
“Is that even possible?” Adam asks as he pulls his shoes on.
Patrick chuckles as he reaches for his own shoes. “Hard to believe, but it’s been that way a lot so far.”
Jonathan nods. “I don’t know what their problem is, but whatever. Marián and Tomas are meeting us there as well. Everyone else said they’ll hit you up for lunch tomorrow.”
Patrick stands up and reaches over for his coat. As he’s putting his coat on, he can’t help but smile when Adam steps over to help him. Adam reaches up to fix the collar on the black coat.
“Thank you,” Patrick says.
“You’re welcome,” Adam replies as he pulls his own coat on.
******
Patrick laughs as he listens to Adam tell yet another story of his roommate. Normally Patrick wouldn’t find anything Steve Ott does as funny, but when it involves Adam, it’s almost always going to have some humor behind it. He looks over at Adam and smiles. He’s missed this, everything about this. Feeling a hand on his thigh, Patrick focuses once again on Adam. The younger man squeezes his thigh.
“So I hear you and Seabs are no longer roommates,” Adam says.
Patrick rolls his eyes. “The quiet was killing me. Not to mention all the mushy stuff he says to Duncs on the phone.”
“What about your mushy stuff?” Duncan asks.
“I never did it in front of Brent. God, it drove me up the wall.”
“So who are you rooming with now?” Adam asks.
“Dowell. So far so good. Besides, it’s nice to have a few towels to use in the morning.”
Brent chuckles. “I wasn’t that bad.”
“I was afraid to go into the bathroom after you had been in there.” Patrick smiles when Brent simply rolls his eyes. “I think we’re better off as being good friends than roommates.”
“I agree.”
Patrick glances at Adam when the younger man squeezes his thigh once again. He’d been well aware that Adam hadn’t moved his hand. But he didn’t want to push him away. He wanted to keep Adam as close to him as he could.
“I don’t know about you,” Duncan starts, “but I’m tired.”
“Right, whatever you say,” Adam says. “I can tell you what I want to do right now.”
“Shut up,” Patrick mutters.
“I don’t think any of us thought anything different,” Jonathan says laughing softly. “So I think we should all head out so you two can get on with it.”
Patrick rolls his eyes. “You make it sound like all we do is fuck.”
******
Patrick fumbles with Adam’s coat as he tries to unbutton it while trying to continue the heavy kiss. Adam lets out a soft laugh into the kiss and slides out of his coat. He tosses it over in the general direction of the couch, not really caring whether or not it actually makes it there. He quickly gets Patrick out of his own coat, tossing it in the same direction before they both fumble to get their shoes off.
Adam stumbles forward after he trips over his discarded shoe. Patrick tightens his grip on Adam’s sides as he bumps into the wall behind him. Adam pulls back just enough to look at Patrick.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. “You okay?”
Patrick nods. “I’m fine,” he whispers. “Are you?” Patrick looks down to see what exactly Adam tripped over.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Adam reaches up rubbing his thumb over Patrick’s cheek. “You look a little nervous.”
Patrick shakes his head, but then shrugs. “I just don’t want…it’s stupid really.”
“Nothing you say is stupid. So tell me.”
“It’s been five months Adam.”
“Are you afraid I’ll hurt you?”
“No, don’t be crazy.”
“Well, you aren’t giving me a whole lot to go on.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I just…don’t want you to realize you aren’t missing…”
“Don’t even finish that sentence.” Adam presses his lips to Patrick’s jaw. “I’ve been making love to you for four years. If I wasn’t getting what I wanted, you would have known about it a long time ago. You, my Patrick, are everything I could ever want and more. The sex could be horrible and I’d still want to be with you because my love for you is so much more. The great sex we have is a plus.”
Patrick grins. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being ridiculous.”
“But that’s what I love about you.” Adam slides his hand down Patrick’s side before sliding it under the older man’s shirt. “I think we should take this to the bedroom.”
“I think I’d have to agree.” Patrick allows Adam to kiss him hard as they make their way down the hall. Lucky for them, this route is not remotely new so they really don’t need to see where they’re going. Also lucky for them, Shooter stays quiet in the living room.
Adam strips them both quickly before they climb onto the bed. Hovering over the Canadian, Adam captures his lips in a soft, passionate kiss. He reaches over to the nightstand where he knows Patrick has the lube and condoms. After pulling each out, he fumbles with the tube of lube. He coats his fingers with the cool liquid and moves his hand down to carefully slide a finger into Patrick. When Patrick squeezes around him, Adam drops his head to his shoulder and kisses the smooth skin.
“Relax baby,” Adam whispers. As he continues to move his finger in and out of Patrick, he can feel the man start to relax. He lifts up to meet Patrick’s hazel eyes. As soon as he holds Patrick’s gaze, he adds a second finger. “Shit, Baby, since when are you so tight?”
Patrick shoots a glare up at Adam. “Not a good thing to say right now…oh fuck yes.”
Adam laughs softly. “Looks like I found exactly what I was looking for.”
“Adam, please. I need you.”
Adam kisses Patrick’s shoulder again. “You sure you’re ready?”
Patrick nods. “Please.”
“Okay.” Adam carefully pulls his fingers out before rolling a condom over his hard member. He meets those perfect hazel eyes as he slides into Patrick. Resting his hand on Patrick’s stomach, Adam rubs his thumb through the trail of hair. “Are you okay?”
Patrick nods. “Just give me a second.”
As Adam is leaning forward, Patrick drops his legs open further. Adam presses a soft kiss to the side of Patrick’s mouth. He smiles to himself when he feels Patrick slides his hands over his back.
“Move,” Patrick whimpers.
Adam starts moving in and out at a slow pace. He doesn’t want to rush things and definitely doesn’t want to hurt Patrick. They haven’t done this in quite some time. Adam has almost forgotten how good Patrick feels. Patrick arches up and moans loudly the moment Adam hits his spot.
“Good…oh God good,” Patrick mutters. “More. Oh please, more.” Patrick moves his hands down, resting them on Adam’s butt as he moves a little faster.
“You feel so good Sharpie,” Adam whispers.
Patrick’s only response is to moan once again. He turns his head to allow Adam to capture his lips in a soft kiss. Their tongues meet almost immediately. The soft touch exactly what they both need and want right now. After so long without each other, how couldn’t they want this?
“Don’t call me Sharpie,” Patrick mumbles. “Not right now.”
Adam drops his head to Patrick’s shoulder. “Okay.” He reaches down, grasping his lover’s cock. He strokes it with each thrust he has.
“Oh God, Adam.” He arches up against Adam. “Oh Baby. Gonna come.”
“Then come for me.”
The sound of Adam’s voice against his ear is enough to drive him over the edge. He comes over both of their stomachs and Adam’s hand.
“So good Pat,” Adam moans as he reaches his own release.
*****
Patrick wakes up the next morning, happier than he has been in a long time. He’s curled against Adam, just like he had so many mornings in the past. He knows he shouldn’t get used to it again, because he’ll be leaving after the game tonight. But God, it’s nice to be able to do this again. He needs more than this though. He needs to feel Adam once again.
Patrick pushes the blankets down, not surprised to find Adam’s cock standing. He grins a little as he reaches over to grab the tube of lube. Shifting, he straddles over Adam. He strokes Adam’s cock a few times, coating it with the lube. How Adam hasn’t woken up yet Patrick isn’t sure. But it doesn’t shock him either. As he’s lifting up, Adam finally stirs.
“What are you doing?” Adam asks resting his hands on Patrick’s hips. He gasps out a moan when Patrick drops down on his dick.
“Does that answer your question?” Patrick whispers.
“Oh God, come here.”
Adam pulls Patrick down and captures his lips in a gentle kiss as he shifts so he can thrust up into him. Sliding his arms around the older man, Adam holds him close. Neither wants to let go. This is how they want to stay, close. Patrick breaks the kiss to bury his face in Adam’s neck. His moans are coming out more like whines, but right now he doesn’t care. If it means feeling Adam, he’ll continue just like this.
Patrick parts his lips enough to lick at Adam’s neck. Adam tightens his grip around Patrick then. He keeps his thrusts in slow, steady movements. The whimpers he gets in response from Patrick are so perfect. He could listen to this all day if it were possible. If it were possible, Adam would want to feel Patrick like this for so much longer than they have together. He slides his hands down Patrick’s back, grasping his butt as he shifts to get a slightly different angle.
With the change in movement, another whine escapes past Patrick’s lips. He squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to let go too soon. But God, Adam feels so good deep inside him. The thought of Adam like this is enough to make Patrick explode. Now it’s actually happening.
Adam slides his hands back up before wrapping his right arm around Patrick’s neck to pull him even closer. Patrick’s whining moans come more rapidly as he draws near his release. He knows he’s not going to last much longer. Adam turns his head to press his lips to Patrick’s neck.
“I can’t hold on,” Patrick whimpers.
“Let go for me then. Come for me.”
The rasp in Adam’s voice puts Patrick over the edge and he comes hard over Adam’s stomach. “Oh God,” he mutters.
“That’s it baby,” Adam says. He thrusts up once more before releasing deep inside of Patrick with a loud moan.
“I love you,” Patrick says.
“I love you too.”