A few weeks later...

[stormybrendan]

It was a few weeks after they'd returned from the two night stay at "Whispering Pines" and Brendan was sitting on the terrace enjoying a cup of tea as he glanced through the soccer results in the paper. It had been a while since he'd bothered looking at them, and he had no idea what made him even start again. He put the mug down on the metal

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[patrick_koster]

"And what if I'd still think I looked awfully close to a dork even though you'd think it was the hottest thing you ever saw?" Patrick asked, the hint of a smile playing on his lips. "How were you planning on fixing that, mate?"

[patrick_koster]

He snorted. "If I remember correctly it's the morning - afternoon - after the night before and I reckon I respect you even more than I did yesterday." His fingers closed around Brendan's and he proceeded to lead the man to the bedroom. "Doesn't matter that the respect's mostly a result of last night's performance, does it?" Patrick asked lightly, his hands already tugging at Brendan's shirt.

[stormybrendan]

"Reckon not." His own fingers were undoing his jeans, tip of his tongue already tucked between his teeth as he lifted his eyes to meet Patrick's.

"Glad y' liked it," he told him, a michievous gleam in his eye. "Was wonderin' for a while there if y'd actually enjoyed it, y' were so damned quiet!"

[patrick_koster]

"I were at a loss for words - in awe if you'd like," Patrick murmured once he'd succeeded to remove Brendan's shirt. "That and you were chatting enough for the both of us, although I must admit I didn't quite get everything you were saying," he added as he quickly unbuttoned his own jeans.

[stormybrendan]

Snorting lightly Brendan pushed down his jeans, kicking the clothing aside as he reached over to help Patrick out of his. His hands slid inside and around to grip the roundness of Patrick's ass.

"Want me to repeat it?" he murmured against Patrick's ear, voice low and suggestive as he squeezed the man's ass. "Reckon y're up to a repeat performance?"

[patrick_koster]

"I could ask you the exact same question, mate," Patrick said with a soft chuckle, unable to stop himself from pushing back just a little against Brendan's hands. "But I reckon I'm definitely up to it - " With that he slid one arm around Brendan, pulling the man's body flush against his before sliding his free hand between their bodies and cupping Brendan's balls. "Are you?"

[stormybrendan]

He grunted softly, breath catching in his throat for a moment before he answered with a hungry, hard kiss.

[patrick_koster]

Patrick moaned into the kiss, his fingers gently massaging Brendan's balls while his other hand traveled down to the man's arse, teasing its cleft with one finger; Brendan appeared to be up for a repeat performance as well.

[stormybrendan]

Feet clear of clothing Brendan pushed, encouraging Patrick to move away from the tangle of material. His cock was already hardening, Patrick's fingers working on him. His own found Patrick's nipples as his hands swept across the man's chest. One was circled by his thumb, softly, the other tweaked as his thumb and forefinger twisted, not roughly, just enough to draw skin out.

[patrick_koster]

"Jesus Christ," Patrick gasped when Brendan's fingers found their way to his nipples and for a moment both his own hands more or less stilled; distracted by Brendan's actions his hand squeezed the man's balls none too gently.

[stormybrendan]

He grunted, eyes darkening as his lips parted. "Y' right there?" He leaned forward before Patrick had a chance to answer, teeth closing on the line of jaw closest to him as he pushed his hips forward, into Patrick's groin.

[patrick_koster]

A soft moan made it past his lips at the friction Brendan created and he chuckled breathlessly. "I'm all right," he breathed, finally easing his grip on Brendan's testicles and leaning forward, rubbing his body against Brendan's as he pressed their lips together in a lingering, slow kiss.

[stormybrendan]

"Good. Hate t' do anything y' didn't enjoy," he smirked, dark eyes hooded. One hand was now holding Patrick's neck as Brendan's mouth remained on Patrick's, lips brushing as he spoke. "S'posed t' be afternoon d'light, after all... "

[patrick_koster]

Patrick grinned and let go off Brendan's balls. "Can't you tell I'm delighted, mate?" he murmured, cupping the man's ass with both hands and purposely rubbing their groins together.

[stormybrendan]

"Did wonder for a moment there..." His breathing became a little shallower as his cock felt the heat of Patrick's up against it and he lowered his hand to wrap his fingers around the both of them.

"But y' seem t' be right again."

[patrick_koster]

"Of course I am," Patrick murmured, tilting his head to nuzzle at Brendan's neck, biting down gently as he continued to thrust his hips forward. "Mind if we take this over to the bed?" he asked, sound of his voice muffled by Brendan's skin.