patrickxpearson

[patrickxpearson]

Patrick was fully aware that the whole bullseye comment was a joke but hell if he wouldn’t going to make the most of it – by turning his head toward Mike and giving his guest his typical Cheshire grin that held many, many unspoken promises behind it. “I mean – I won’ mind goin’ out shootin’ again with ye’. Ye’ did have fun and surprisingly enough… so did I. However, makin’ me shoot a bullseye for a kiss on the cheek?” Patrick pretended to think when he already knew what he wanted to say – allowing the silence to fill the space between the two. He was a tease – Mike knew it and he didn’t seemed opposed to it – otherwise he would have pumped the breaks when they were together at the shooting range. “Maybe if the prize was a better one, I could try to aim for the bullseye.” His hand squeezed Mike’s gently as Patrick ever so casually shrugged – almost as if he was talking about something as basic as the weather. “Make that a blowjob and I might consider yer’ offer. What can I say? I might be a masochist for the right guy.”

As he let go of Mike’s hand to walk to the kitchen in order to collect the beers – he had bought a couple of six-packs just in the off-chance Mike would want it – Patrick couldn’t help but laugh at the comment made by the other man regarding Keanu and the attractiveness of that one man. “I believe he got better with age. I have some doubts ‘bout his hairstyle on the first movie but he’s like a fine wine. Got better with age.” Maybe he had been hot while he did the Matrix and was a heartthrob for so many – but Patrick found the older look more suitable for that particular actor. Plus, he did like some beard or scruff. “I think it’s more ‘bout what he does in the movie than how he looks. If we goin’ by looks alone?” Patrick collected the beers from the fridge and tossed one at Mike – knowing full well the other man would catch it – before walking back to the living room. “If we doin’ looks alone, I’d fuck ye’ a lot faster than I would fuck him. But… that’s just my opinion.”

Sitting down on the couch by Mike’s side – and still leaving some space between them – Patrick pulled the bowl of popcorn between the two of them and aimed the remote at the television so that he could start the movie he had promised to show Mike. “Considerin’ yer’ the gun expert between the two of us, maybe ye’ can tell me how many of those things ye’ have done as well? I doubt ye’ had a role as an assassin back in the day…” At least, not the same extent as John Wick did but… “And since I did enjoy ye’ teachin’ me back at the shootin’ range… ye’ can tell me all ‘bout those technicalities.” It had made Mike smile and ramble for a little bit but that had been nothing short of adorable. “Also…” Patrick gave Mike a quick wink and shamelessly patted the empty spot between them that the bowl was now occupying. “I don’ mind if ye’ scoot a little closer, darlin’. I promise I won’ bite – unless ye’ tell me to.”

Mike should have expected a kiss on the cheek from Patrick as he guided him inside his home. He had worked hard for it on Saint Patrick's Day, "I was going to make you hit a bullseye for another one of those." He mentioned then quickly smiled, clearly joking. Mike didn't mind. He was gathering that it was just who Patrick was. Naturally flirty. He practically had been from the moment they met. His gaze drifted down towards their hands for a moment before he looked around the cabin, noting it was extremely similar to his... There was just nothing special in there. Like Patrick didn't intend to stay long.

Interesting.

"Essentially. I have some odds and ends around but--" He shrugged. Mike couldn't talk too much. He didn't have a lot around either but his cabin, at least, looked lived in. Hearing him mention drinks, Mike nodded, "That makes sense. I couldn't see you drinking a soda anyway." Patrick would probably rather be parched than drink something like that, "Beer would be great." He nodded. The very, very few movies he had seen over the years, beer was usually accompanied the experience. There was just something about sipping on a beer and eating popcorn. It reminded him of going to a baseball game. When he was in college, Mike spent a lot of time at those (and he barely even liked baseball, they were just something to do).

His head nodded at Pat's statement and he took a seat on the couch, "Sure." He muttered softly as his gaze fell upon the man now leaning over the couch. Mike smiled a bit. Patrick definitely knew what he was doing. He must have been a very popular staff member. As that thought crossed his mind, Mike wondered how hard it was for Patrick to break that mindset, if he even had. His overwhelming need to get Mike to smile seemed like something a staff member would want, not a client. It was an interesting dynamic. Folding one leg over the other, Mike also folded his arms across his chest, "Keanu Reeves was Neo, right?" He called out to Patrick, "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure too." See? He knew some things. Then his gaze narrowed, "You find Keanu Reeves attractive?" Mike had never really seen the guy like that, but he supposed he was a heart throb back in the Matrix days.

[patrickxpearson]

Patrick Pearson loved to tease. If there was one thing he was good at – for it had taken him a few years to master – was the ability to tease someone to the breaking point and then leave them be. Most people would consider that cruel. Edging or giving someone blue balls or something along those lines… but those were the arguments of the weak-willed. He liked to tease and provoke to guarantee that the other person would want him more. Leaving them with just a preview, a quick glimpse behind the curtain… that was enough. If they wanted more, they would come for him and they would do whatever the fuck he wanted in order to enjoy the full experience that was being with him. And the best part of that scenario was that Patrick could walk the walk as good as he could talk the talk. The widest majority of guys he had been with – at the Haus and outside of it – could definitely tease but they failed to progress into an enjoyable practical state. They could bark… but failed to bite. Roman had been nothing but a lovely tease during their first encounter and while Patrick liked when people made their way to him on their own accord – today was different. He wanted to be the one reaching out. He wanted to be the one luring the other man with a siren’s song, rekindling that anticipation that had built from their first encounter. And he was also in a particular mood that day. He had so little control on the things happening in his own personal life that a part of him DEMANDED that he had some control over something. And if that meant calling someone to meet him at a playroom and show a side of him that only very, very lucky few were fortunate to see? Then so be it. As Roman walked in wearing that beautiful and rather fitting leather body suit, Patrick’s lips almost betrayed his neutral expression. He liked what he saw. A lot. Almost fitting considering where they were and all the things that were crossing his mind right now. “Ye’ like the harness? I was in the mood for it today.” The personal trainer admired Roman for a moment, his blue eyes taking in how tight the leather was around the other man’s pale skin, leaving little to his imagination. Guess he did cause an impression on their first meeting after all. “Before that – we should cover some ground rules, darlin’…” Patrick inhaled harshly as he walked closer to Roman, bringing one hand to lift the other man’s chin so that their eyes could meet. No more nice and polite Patrick inside that room. No more teasing. The time for games was over.

“Ye’ do what I tell ye’ to do – and I’ll be sure to reward ye’.” His thumb pulled Roman’s bottom lip down just enough for Patrick to gently capture it between his teeth – giving it a playful bite in response. “Ye’ don’… and yer’ goin’ to feel how heavy my hand really is. Ye’ take care of me and I’ll take care of ye’. If ye’ have any hard limits ye’ don’ wan’ to cross say it now.” He would never force someone to do something that they were uncomfortable with. Sex was supposed to be enjoyable – and not a task. “And if ye’ have a safeword, ye’ should let me know what it is. Things might get a little rough, sugar… For we not playin’ games anymore. Are we clear on that?”

Roman hadn't seen Patrick since March, the "day of his namesake" as he so clearly called it. That didn't mean he hadn't thought about it, the way they danced, and teased. It made sense that it wouldn't be their last encounter. However, he didn't expect their next meeting to include a scavenger hunt. Exciting.

The dancer wasn't the best at this sort of thing, hence why he never found shit during the numerous Island hunts at the Haus. But, this was a prize far too intriguing not to scavenge for. Plus, he looked cute today in his strappy leather body suit and combat boots. Pat seemed like a tough egg to crack, but he certainly wanted to try. The tease he'd gotten before was delicious, but there was so much more they could explore together, not just on Pat's side, but Ro hoped he could show him a good time as well.

The first door he opened of course was the wrong one, and the look on Roman's face was probably comical. He shifted from excited to annoyed in record time. BUT! The second one...he'd landed on his jackpot.

"Bloody hell, that didn't take as many tries as I thought it would." The Brit giggled as he walked through the door, his upbeat personality a stark contrast to the outfit he was sporting. That was the story of his life, Roman Beckett, a walking contradiction. His eyes feasted on the sight before him though, taking in what Patrick had chosen to wear, and of course appreciating it greatly. "You look...incredible. How do you want me?" The dancer breathed out with a slow grin.

[patrickxpearson]

When the knock on the window to the balcony echoed inside his cabin, Patrick was already carrying the giant bowl of popcorn to the living room, placing it on top of the small wooden table at the center for the time being. Chances were they would get those between them in the couch but for now – central table was the best. “Welcome to my humble abode, darlin’.” Patrick pushed open the balcony window to grant Mike passage to the interior, greeting the other man not only with his best and most sultry smile… but also with a rather sudden kiss on the cheek – just enough to brush their scruff together before pulling back. Hey – he had shot the damn target to get to kiss Mike on the cheek during the St. Patrick’s night. To hell with everything if he wasn’t going to take full advantage of it now that he could do that. “Make yer’self at home.” The personal trainer took Mike by the hand and guided him to the pristine white couch that they were going to stay in and stretched the other arm to show the whole interior of the cabin. “Bet yer’s look the same as this. I didn’ change anythin’.” He didn’t want to, didn’t have time to and quite honestly… found it a completely waste of time to add a personal touch to it. It wasn’t all that different from living at a hotel. “Ye’ have salty popcorn there… question is – what’cha drinkin’? I got… water, energy drinks, beers…” Not something he drank but on occasion and with the right company, Patrick could indulge. “I didn’ buy any sodas ‘case that shit is nasty to yer’ health.” And he haven’t had a fucking soda in years.

“Ye’ can stay there in the couch while I get us drinks and…” There was a moment when he paused, raising one finger almost as if something was missing. Letting go of Mike’s hands, Pat leaned over the couch – making the tank top and shorts that were already tight to fully compliment his damn figure ( maybe he was doing that on purpose ), before pulling the remote from behind one of the pillows. “There! Found the lil’ bastard! Whenever ye’ ready… we can start.” And they would sit side by side on the couch unless Mike had something against that. “Are ye’ ready to understand why seein’ ye’ shoot the other night gave me a massive hard-on? It’s Keanu Reeves we talkin’ ‘bout ‘ere. That alone… says it all.”

There was a large part of Mike that didn't actually think Patrick was going to 'ask him out' or whatever they were calling it. Watching a movie with him sounded like a fun night and he was hoping he'd be able to glean a bit more information about the guy as they hung out more. Sure, he saw him a lot at the gym but that was the gym. They weren't really shooting the shit. Well, at least Mike wasn't. He wasn't much for chatting when he was working out because he was there to work and it was honestly his least favorite part of the day. He just did it because it was something he was so used to.

So, when Patrick actually did text him, he was a bit surprised but accepted the offer. Plus, if those John Wick movies were as good as Patrick said, he was supposed he should see them. Mike had years of movies to catch up on so starting with those would help the knock a few off the never-ending list. After jumping out of the shower and standing in his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, Mike took the time to clean up his beard since he knew he could easily sway to the homeless look if he didn't do that every few days.

Once satisfied, he wandered over towards his bedroom and threw on a comfortable tank top and some jeans. He had shorts but when he got the text from Patrick about the balcony, jeans felt like the right choice. Grabbing his phone, he shot a message back to Patrick:

[text]: Sounds good. I'll be there soon.

[text]: Always salty.

Slipping his phone into pocket, Mike exited his bedroom, threw on his sandals, and exited his cabin. With his hands tucked behind his back, he wandered on over towards Patrick's cabin and found himself at the balcony like the man told him. Still, he knocked on the frame of the door and popped his head in, "Hello?" He asked aloud. Mike always felt weird just walking into someone's home, even when they told him.

[patrickxpearson]

Location: Patrick’s cabin Closed to: @mreynoldsx Patrick placed his hands on his hips as he looked around his own cabin – checking if he had everything he needed for the first of four movie nights with Mike Reynolds, for he really couldn’t let it slip that the other client had NEVER seen the damn John Wick movies. Those movies were almost like a religion for so many and after watching Mike handle a gun back at the shooting range, Patrick had to admit that… he liked what he saw. Sure, the other client was still very much of a mystery wrapped into an enigma but they were getting somewhere. The light flirting at the end of the night, the fact that he had succeeded in making Mike actually laugh was also something that Patrick considered a victory… and now this. The first of four “dates” where he would introduce Mike to the best franchise there was when it came to movies and pretty much show the other man the reason why he had become aroused when he saw him shoot the target that night. There was just something fucking hot about a man shooting a target with that much confidence.

The personal trainer scanned his cabin for the second time that night. The decoration was absolutely generic, no traces of anything personal from his past. There was no need for Patrick to bring out some mementos to his childhood or souvenirs from the places he had been. The one things that didn’t really come with the cabin was the punching bag that he had outside in the balcony for his early morning or late night workouts and the dumbbells on the ground… and a picture of a very young Patrick next to his mother in his bedroom, right by his bed. Those were the only things that didn’t quite fit with the harmonic decoration of the cabin but at the same time… Patrick didn’t need to decorate things at his own taste. Generic was fine. Generic was good enough for he didn’t need people to learn things about him from the items that he would put in display. As the hour for the movie got near, Patrick jogged to the shower in order to take a quick one before getting dressed with a casual tank top and shorts – they were in a tropical island – and bolt to the kitchen in order to prepare some popcorn for the night. As the time approached, Patrick snatched his phone from his back pocket in order to send Mike a text, telling him to come via the balcony door since it was already unlocked and opened –because who didn’t like a cool breeze in warm nights? [ text ]: The balcony is open so feel free to come in through there. [ text ]: Also, sweet or salty popcorn?

[patrickxpearson]

It was not exactly how Patrick was planning to spend his namesake’s day party but he couldn’t deny that there was so excitement building from it. It definitely beat walking around exchanging golden coins for a kiss or a touch – or having people offer him coins for a glance of his junk or a chance to get a feel of his body against their own. The personal trainer did love to tease, in the end. To actually get aroused by watching a man shoot a gun was definitely a first but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He did like guys with oozing confidence that knew how good they were at doing something and weren’t necessarily shy about it. Little by little, step by step… Patrick was slowly getting to understand the sort of individual that was Michael Reynolds. And it was fascinating to have a challenge for once. Someone who would keep him on his toes, someone who was definitely going to force him to think twice before speaking. And like every other challenge – Patrick was more than ready for it. A smile formed on his lips as he realized that Mike didn’t do anything to pull his hand back from his own. They remained like that for a little bit, their fingers intertwined and feeling each other’s warmth due to such a simple – and yet so important – action. “I can be blunt if ye’ wan’ me too, darlin’.” Patrick wiggled his eyebrows and bite down on his bottom lip, entertained with the concept that Mike would actually agree with dropping by his cabin and go for a John Wick marathon. “Would ye’ said yes if I just came out of the woodworks and asked ye’ out? I mean – I had to hit a target to manage to get to kiss ye’ on the cheek. I wonder what sort of loops and tricks ye’d have me do in order to ask ye’ out.” A clear joke but Patrick did want to present his point. “Yer’ only considerin’ it now because we came ‘ere, ye’ had fun and ye’ see I’m not that bad of a guy. If I just came out to ye’ in the party and asked ye’ out… chances ‘ere that ye’d say no.” But Mike wasn’t say no now.

Patrick placed both of his hands behind his back as they walked toward the exit, watching Mike walk around and handle things with such ease that it was almost mindblowing. It made sense. He was so used to shooting ranges that he knew his way around and knew what to do and where to go. And once his own target was delivered to him, Patrick could only chuckle as he accepted it, his blue eyes looking at the places he had hit. All for the chance of kissing Mike on the cheek. “Maybe I should frame this and have it on the wall of my bedroom. I think it’s worth framin’.” Never before he had to hit a damn target to give a guy a kiss. Again – challenges. “I think I’m good, darlin’.” The personal trained folded the target neatly and kept it close to his chest as he walked outside with Mike and cast a quick look toward the party. It would be easy to just go back there. Maybe find someone to deal with the issue inside his shorts but that wasn’t exactly on Patrick’s to-do list. “Maybe I’ll just call it a night.” And since he refused to visit Alexander that night, he could very well just return to his cabin and call it a night. “I had fun, ye’ know? Even when ye’ made me hit the damn target for a chance to kiss yer’ cheek.” That was probably the second best part – and watching Mike fire a gun being the top of the top. “How ‘bout I text ye’ soon ‘bout those movies? What I am sayin’ is… I am goin’ to ask ye’ out. Ye’ don’ need to answer just yet.” In a bold move, Patrick leaned closer to Mike and pressed yet another kiss on the very same cheek he had kissed inside the shooting range. Something told him he could have a free-out-of-jail card on that one since he had hit the target before. “Try not to miss me too much while I’m gone, darlin’…” The personal trainer could only grin as he slowly pulled his lips away from Mike’s cheek in order to yet again, brush them over his earlobe. “Have a good night, sweetheart. I loved yer’ laugh.” With nothing more to say, Patrick took a step back and gave Mike a quick wink before turning on his heels. Perhaps the party was definitely better than he expected. “I’ll text ye’!” And into the night, he went.

He smiled a bit as Patrick came over to admire his handiwork on the target as well and he released soft laugh at his question. It was a fair one, “Mostly that you asked.” Mike mentioned. It would be a lie to say to that he wasn’t having fun knowing how worked up Patrick got about it. It was entertaining for him and a first, he was fairly certain. Mike didn’t typically go out of his way to make people ‘hot and bothered’ and, really, it wasn’t his intention with Patrick… It was just a side effect. “I did want to shoot again though.” He added in, “That was why I came here.” He chuckled.

Patrick said that he didn’t have to thank him, but Mike still felt like he should. He recognized that a shooting range wasn’t really most people’s cup of tea and he felt bad for dragging the guy there. Sure, he ended up enjoying it in some modicum but not enough to not warrant the thanks. His gaze drifted down towards their hands as Patrick grabbed his and gingerly laced his fingers between his own. That was an unexpected…

But nice.

Mike didn’t really move his hand. He just let the other hold it as he spoke, listening to his words. Four movies. Four sessions. Mike took a small breath and he raised his brows, “If you wanted to ask me out, you could have just said that.” He joked, “Sure, yeah. Let’s do that.” Mike then nodded as he gave the others hand a squeeze before he released it and walked over towards their guns. Quickly, he unloaded both of the guns and took the remaining bullet out of both of the chambers, slipping those in the box as well. Mike then called forward Patrick’s target and pulled it off. He folded it up and held it out for the other, “A souvenir.”

Grabbing the guns and boxes of bullets, he wandered back up to the front counter and dropped everything off, then turned to exit of the building, “Let’s get you back to the party.” He mentioned with a nod of his head.

[patrickxpearson]

Patrick was a lot of things – but above all else – he was observant. It was a trait that he had started to master back when he was still a poor kid playing with Alexander and Thomas in their vast gardens while his mother worked as a maid. It all started with his admiration for the older King. How he behaved even at such a young age. He was confident and a little bit cocky but he was still nice to him… even if he didn’t have to be. At first, Patrick was jealous. They had everything while he had nothing and a part of him wanted to emulate that spirit so that he could be more like Alex. More vivacious, more confident. Maybe look like someone else so that he wouldn’t be bullied and picked up in school. That observant trait was developed through the years – and with Alexander’s guidance – Patrick learned how to read people in order to say and do exactly what they wanted to see and hear… in order to use that to his own advantage. He could see how proud Mike was of himself right now. There was this almost smug expression n his face as he mentioned the fact that he wanted to see him shoot again – Patrick did wonder if he was going to do that again because that would get him even harder than he was – or maybe if Mike wanted to show off just a little bit more. In the end… it didn’t matter. Mike was good at what he did. Patrick knew it and Mike definitely knew it. As the retired agent prepared the next target in order to shoot, all Patrick could do was lean against the wall and fold his arms over his chest, his eyes never once moving from Mike. There was this confidence oozing from him when he pressed the trigger. Almost like he had been born to do that, knowing full well that his skills were above others. And there was nothing wrong about showing off. He should show off. He should be proud of how damn good he was doing what he did. A sentiment that Patrick knew all too well. Being good at something was more often than not that lifeline that kept them sane. Knowing that they were good at something was sometimes that one mantra that echoed on their head to remind them that they were not completely useless.

“Fuckin’ Christ.” Once the target came forth and Mike was admiring his work, Patrick simply moved behind the client to also inspect his handiwork while looking over his shoulder but keeping some distance between their bodies so that Mike wouldn’t think he was trying to take advantage of the situation. “Again, darlin’…. Seein’ ye’ shoot does things to me.” Mike had seen how hard he got before and seeing Mike handle that gun again did not help Patrick’s case one bit. If anything – he was even more aroused than before. “Did ye’ shoot again because I asked ye’ to or did ye’ do it because ye’ knew of the effect that would have on me?” Whatever the reason… It had worked. Patrick was definitely aroused and he was fully aware that Mike knew the effect he had on him. As the retired fed thanked him for being there, all Patrick could do was shake his head and present his sweetest smile till date. For once, he was doing something because he wanted to rather than trying to gain something from it. He did gain a massive hard-on and probably a nice sex dream involving Mike that night but that was beside the point. “Ye’ don’ need to thank me. I can come with ye’ ‘ere and watch ye’ shoot whenever ye’ want. I did like yer’ company and the chance to admire yer’ skills firsthand.” The personal trainer wetter his lips and looked down, gently bringing one hand to Mike’s so that he could ever so gently intertwine their fingers and give the man a gentle squeeze. “I noticed ye’ said ye’ never saw the John Wick movies, sugar. Could I possibly interest ye’ in invitin’ yer’ pretty ass to my cabin some day for us to watch them? There’s at least four movies – which means four sessions.” And the more time with the retired agent – the better. “Think ‘bout it. It doesn’ have to be a date if ye’ don’ want it to be.”

To be quite honest, Mike thought that Patrick was exaggerating from his comment. He didn’t actually think he was aroused but when the other pulled down his shorts and showed it, Mike smirked almost immediately, taking the time to look (he would be a fool if he didn’t), before he turned his gaze away, “You are a man of your word, Pat.” He told the other with a chuckle, “Wow.” He sighed out, shaking his head, “John Wick. That’s a…a movie, right?” Mike wasn’t much for movies or anything like that but he had heard of that one a couple times, “Never been compared to him. I will assume he’s good.” He joked.

He sighed a bit as the other spoke. It sure was some beginners luck the man had. It was nice of him to say that Mike’s teaching had something to do with it though. He liked to think he was a good teacher so that did make him feel better. His brow raised a bit when the other asked to see him shoot again. Mike’s gaze shifted down towards the target, then to the gun he held so easily by his side. At this point in his life, it was just an extension of his arm. He barely noticed he was holding a gun anymore.

However, the winning bet as at hand without a missed step, Patrick was beside him, holding him a bit close to him and planting that kiss on the cheek he had been wanting all night. It would be a lie to say that it wasn’t nice. Mike did miss having some closeness with people. A chill ran up his spine when the man whispered in his ear simply because it was unexpected. The man released a small breath as the other stepped away and he nodded his head a bit, “You wanted to see me shoot again.” He said with a raise of his brow.

Approaching the firing line once again, Mike switched in a new target for himself with the push of one of the buttons. Once the new target was before him, he flicked the safety off his gun and raised his arms. Mike felt right at home on the range. Quickly, he fired off his gun and easily hit the target each time he fired. For once in his life, Mike wanted to show off a little bit. Each shot he fired hit the target right beside the other and by the end of his magazine, he had fired a complete circle in the chest of the target. Releasing a long breath, Mike flicked the safety back on and placed the gun down on the table before as he called their targets forward.

Mike took the time to inspect his handiwork. It was pretty good, even he had to admit, “That was fun.” It had been a while since Mike had done that. It was nice practice. For what? He wasn’t sure, considering he was retired, “Thank you.” He said suddenly, turning towards Patrick, “It means a lot that you…would come do this with me.” He nodded a bit, “We can go.” He added in with a small smile.

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He could see the confusion in Alexander’s gaze as he shared portions of his conversation with Steven – something that Patrick wasn’t exactly planning on saying anything about until this very moment. “He told me fucked ye’. And not only at the club. That when ye’ ‘ere together, that ye’ could claim him as much as he could claim ye.” Which made sense considering the two were madly in love and were once about to get married. He also told him that it was unwise to fall for Alex for sooner or later he would end up breaking his heart. That he knew better than anyone how it felt to fall in love with him and have his heart broken in the end. “I’m not stupid, Alex. I know ye’ fucked him and that he fucked ye’. Ye’ guys were goin’ to get married, for fuck’s sake. It’s not ‘bout that, darlin’. It’s not ‘bout braggin’ rights on who got to fuck the King.” It was never about it. Steven only used every ammunition he had to hurt him and Patrick was sure to do the exact same thing. “I know ye’ never saw me like the maid’s son, my love.” Patrick brushed his nose over Alex’s and his grip on his cock increased pressure for a moment as the personal trainer took a deep breath. “He knew I loved ye’ just as much as I know he loves ye’ too. We were just… makin’ sure that we both knew that none of us would back down. He told me I would be unable to get him out of yer’ head – just as much as anyone else would ever be able to get ye’ out of his. And I told him that if yer’ love was that great as he claimed it was… ye’ have never left him at the altar.” It was a fucking low blow and Patrick knew that but all was fair in love and war. If Steven wanted to mess with his head, he would make sure to mess with his in return. “The thing is not who gets to fuck ye’ or not, Alex…” Patrick closed his eyes and pressed their lips together in a desperate kiss. All he had wanted when he sent that text to Alex was to prove himself every bit of Steven’s equal when it came to sex and other things. That he could be just as amazing if not better. Anything that he could that would show Alex that he too deserved a damn chance. But how could he compete with the love of Alex’s life? Even if Alex loved him now and would always love him – there was just something about Steven that worked better. “He told me that sooner or later, ye’ would break my heart just like ye’ broke his. He told me how much it hurt. How he tried to forget all ‘bout ye’ and never managed to do that.” And that… that was Patrick feared the most. The thing that felt like a punch on his gut. The thing that kept him awake at night. Not the getting his heartbroken for he was already preparing himself to it – but the aftermath of it all. “I’m not scared of gettin’ hurt. I told ye’ – if ye’ end up with him, I’ll be happy ‘cause yer’ happy. Yer’ happiness was always my priority. I’ll lick my wounds and I’ll get better. What scares me? What really scares me? Is that I never had a fightin’ chance, Alex.” That Alex’s mind was already made up due to all the history he and Steven had together. “That’s why a part of me wanted to fuck ye’ – because he did too. Because he got that chance and I never did. Yes, I was jealous and I was stupid… I’d never fuck ye’ the way he does.” He would rather make love to Alex as the man he was than the man he was pretending to be.

“I’m just scared that… when all is said and done – ye’ won’ need me anymore ‘cause ye’ll have him. Yer’ my whole life… just as much as ye’ ‘ere his. I just… I just don’ wan’ to be discarded and tossed aside, Alex. I always wanted to be a part of yer’ life. And if it’s him ye’ pick, we will always have the memories of when we were together. That no one can take away from us. But… I’m so scared that ye’ won’ need me anymore. Not havin’ ye’ in my life scares the bejesus out of me, baby… I don’… I don’ want to be an afterthought.”

When Patrick turned to start walking away from him it confused Alexander at first, but as he made his way towards a specific corner it became clear what he was doing, and sure enough the shirt was discarded to block out the camera that the men had installed for security purposes. Jack would watch when there were playmates in here, just to make sure things stayed on the kinkier side of things, though security was just a call away if he felt they ever crossed the line and the staff needed help. Tonight he wouldn’t get the luxury of seeing what Patrick had up his sleeves, it was now just the two of them, not that Alexander minded - it’s not like he wanted other people to know his business anyway.

He watched as his flame walked back towards him, his hands remaining at his sides as he let Patrick invade his space, the scent of his cologne filling the air around him causing Alex to go weak. He always did love that smell on him, and everything that Patrick was telling him made absolute sense. He couldn’t stand there and tell him there wasn’t a competition when two different men held the key to his heart and were battling to be the one to unlock the door. As much as he wished he had all his shit together it was clear that he didn’t, and knowing that it was effecting both Patrick and Steven just made it all the worse for him. He was sick of hurting them, he couldn’t take much more of it.

At the mention of the two of them actually talking before Alexander couldn’t help but swallow hard. He could only imagine what the two of them had to say to one another. Steven, with no filter, and Patrick who wouldn’t step down from an altercation. Remaining silent at this point was hard for him, wanting to apologize, or even ask for more details as to what happened when the two met, but that wasn’t what Patrick needed from him right now. He needed silence, he was in control and Alexander needed to continue to let him lead, and as his shorts were unceremoniously tugged down showing the Kings lack of undergarments - well Alex could only smirk as he stepped out of the shorts altogether and gave them a kick off to the side.

He let out a groan when that hand possessive wrapped around his member, how good it had felt even though it was much firmer a grasp than usual. Alex wasn’t complaining though, but then the admission about the club happened and the King’s gaze dropped to the floor. Had Steven fucked him just to gain bragging rights? Was this all part of his ploy to ruin the others life? Did Alexander read that entire night wrong? Fuck, he really had backed himself into a corner hadn’t he? “He bragged?” The words came out softer than usual, though that damn hand on his dick definitely kept the attention shifting from shame as he looked to the floor and lust as his flame took what he wanted. The words that Steven had said to Patrick, everything that Patrick was sharing with him, that wasn’t how Alexander saw him at all and it honestly hurt. “I-“ What was he supposed to say to counter all of that? How could he reverse the damage done by the Blackwell brother?

“Patrick,” he still was at a loss for words, though he knew he needed to say SOMETHING right now. “I never once thought of you as any of that, we were equals from day fucking one,” he shook his head hoping that Patrick had understood that. “You’re not-“ as Patrick shared that he was proud that he was just the maids son, “you’re so much more, Patrick, baby, seriously?” He sighed, and that’s what it was all going to boil down to wasn’t it? The fact that Alexander would bottom for Steven but not for Patrick, did that make all the difference in the world? Did that put Steven higher than Patrick on the food chain? Listening to him, seeing just how much Steven had gotten into his head, Alexander could do only one thing as he picked a hand up and roughly used it to pull Patrick into him for a kiss, “I love you,” he whispered the words against the others lips, “and if that’s all he has to hold over your head, let’s take the bragging rights away,” he shrugged, this was Patrick after all - the man who’d built Alexander back up after the worst time in his life. “Fuck me, claim me, that’s what you want, isn’t it? Take me,” not a single word above a whisper as he gave Patrick the permission he needed.

[patrickxpearson]

When Alex didn’t answer the question that Patrick had mastered all the courage he even had to ask… in a way – he understood. They had just fucked and they were in the middle of a damn party and they needed to keep appearances. That was not the time, nor the place for Alex to give him the answer he so desperately sought. But at the same time, there was a fraction of him that was outraged by how quick his own fears had been dismissed for the sake of putting on a show. He would have done – and did – whatever he could to make Alexander happy, to put his needs above everything else… and he couldn’t do the same for him? This one time, he couldn’t just forget that the entire world existed and at least try to give him an answer? Was he even aware of how scared he was of being the one that would end up alone? Patrick cleared his throat and his arms immediately moved from Alex to collect his own clothes for he needed to make himself presentable to return to the party. That was the priority now. Put on with that damn charade and pretend everything was well and dandy. He could do that. He could lie and manipulate as good as everyone else if not better. He could put his trademark smile on his lips and go have a blast with someone through the night. After all – it was not the time nor place for Alex to give him a brief moment of relief. His own issues would need to wait. His own fears and doubts would need to be placated elsewhere – probably by doing something that would keep his mind away from Alex. “Ye’ want me to spend the night with ye’?” His blue eyes looked at the bag of coins and Patrick wanted to just say that Alex didn’t need a whole bag of coins for him to have him in his bed. All he needed to do was snap his fingers and he would be there without a second thought. Because he would always put Alex’s needs above his own… while Alex couldn’t even do anything to stop that pain that festered inside of him from growing. Nothing but a we’ll talk later. He needed to wait. He needed to just suck it up and endure it, just like he had endured all those days since Steven had come to the island. Maybe it was not the time or place for them to talk but why… why couldn’t he give him something to make him stop thinking? Why couldn’t he for this one time focus on how badly he was hurting? Instead – the show must go on. If he wanted answers, he’d need to dance to Alex’s tune and drop by his place later that night.

“Keep yer’ coins.” Patrick pulled his shorts up and adjusted his own clothes before running his fingers through his hair – unable to even look at the other man’s face right now. “Yer’ not ready for a deep heart to heart talk with me… when ye’ know I’ve been strugglin’ with yer’ ex bein’ ‘ere… so I won’t be ready to sleep by yer’ side tonight as well.” Petty? Absolutely. Alexander had taught him well after all. “Yer’ not ready. I get it. But I’ve been waitin’. And waitin’… I gave ye’ space and time. It’s alright. Yer’ not ready, Alexander. Let me know when ye’ do. Hope ye’ enjoy the rest of the festivities.” It broke his heart into a million pieces to do that but at the same time? It hurt even more the not knowing where he stood. The not knowing what he failed to have that Steven had. “Good night, darlin’. I’ll just go back and pretend that everythin’ is well.” Just like he had done for the past weeks. It was what it was.

When all was said and done and they were left panting messes he could only chuckle when the first words out of Pat’s mouth were that he needed this. “You and I both,” it had been a while since they’d fucked, or really been together in any way since Patrick had pumped the brakes on their relationship. It’s not that Alexander couldn’t have gotten his rocks off elsewhere, he had in fact, but there was just something about Patrick that set him apart from others. He was different, special, and would always be seen as such to the King brother - no matter what happened down the line with the two of them, Alexander would forever hold Patrick in the highest of regards.

He let out a groan when he felt Patrick’s body move away from his, but it had to be done, they needed their space to try to collect what was left of themselves. Patrick was far messier than Alexander was, but damn was it fucking hot to see his seed littered all over his stomach and the tree for that matter. The kiss, their noses brushed together like that, god damn it was moments like that when Alexander forgot where they even were, or that the rest of the world even existed. With Patrick things were just perfect, simple, and for a complex guy like Alex sometimes simplicity was the best.

The question took him by surprise though, and of course Alexander immediately felt horrible. Here he had been so damn blissful, but then two seconds later was staring into the void wishing he could just fall into an abyss and be nobodies problem anymore. Fucking hell, that was such a hard question to field, though now was not the time to answer that question. He was still part of an event, the show must go on, and this seemed like it would be a much deeper conversation that he wouldn’t be able to dance around much longer. “I get that you want to talk,” he sighed, leaning his forehead against the others as his hand cupped his cheek, “and I want to answer whatever questions you have,” it’s the least he could do for someone he loved so damn much. “Not now though, this isn’t the place, and it’s certainly not the time.”

He sighed as he reached for the bag of coins he’d been collecting the whole night at the booth. He wasn’t even sure how many were in there but the bag was heavy, “I’ll give every last coin that I have to make it so you come home to me tonight, I can’t sleep when you’re not there,” he held the bag out for the other to take. “It’s up to you, I have to finish up at the booth and then I’m heading home. You can either be there, or-“ he shrugged, not wanting to think of an alternative but he must at least give him one, “take the coins and have yourself the time of your life tonight.” If that didn’t include him he would have to be alright with that, “I’m not ready for a deep heart to heart,” which is what he knew Patrick wanted the most, “but I’ll get there, for you.” He sighed as he leaned in for another brush of their lips together as he stepped back to reposition and fix his clothes. “I should head back…”

[patrickxpearson]

The moment he heard Mike actually LAUGH, Patrick knew he had done things right. It was… not the sort of sound he expected to come out from Mike. It was so musical and carefree and most importantly… it was so fucking genuine. The personal trainer smiled in return, his eyebrows arching all the way up to his forehead as he watched the retired agent laugh it out – probably because no one had ever admitted to pop a boner while watching him shoot – but where was the lie? Patrick was indeed aroused and he was completely shameless about it. And it did make Mike laugh. That alone had made this entire exchange worthwhile. Hell, a part of him no longer wanted to kiss the other man’s cheek anymore because hearing him laugh had been the cherry on top. That… Patrick considered a damn SUCCESS.

“Yer’ surprised that I got hard watchin’ ye’ shoot?” Like a puppy dog, Patrick tilted his head to the side as he wetted his lips, giving Mike the time he needed to come down from that sudden burst of joy before he undid the strings on his shorts and pulled them down just enough to show Mike his black and green clover underwear – that showed exactly how damn hard he was at that point. Shameless? ABSOLUTELY and Patrick had no issues with it whatsoever. “There was this confidence in yer’ look. Like, ye’ ‘ere really darn determined in that moment and that was such a fuckin’ turn-on. John Wick better beware, if ye’ ask me.” The Southerner gave his own junk a playful squeeze before pulling his shorts back up. He had made Mike laugh. He would settle with a smile but a laugh was a hundred times better than anything he had ever expected. The night was won. As Mike commented on the fact that he hit the targets, Patrick shrugged it all away like he really didn’t want to be complimented on that. Sure, say he was great at sex and an awesome kisser. Compliment his muscles and his physique. But saying that he was a good shot was never something that the Southerner ever thought to have associated with himself. “Beginner’s luck, darlin’. Plus, the damn prize was such a good incentive that I gave it my all. That and… of course, yer’ pointers. I was merely doin’ what ye’ told the me do. Focus the weapon on my hands, keep my legs slightly apart, make use of the eyesight…” And even after hitting the target, Patrick still believed that guns were not his thing. Too loud. Too dangerous in the wrong hands. “But I did like seein’ ye’ shoot. Can ye’ do it again?” They did went to the shooting range so that Mike could have some fun, right? As the retired FBI agent pointed to his cheek, Patrick smirked and shook his head as he approached Mike with careful steps, only to place one hand on the other man’s waist merely to add another layer of intimacy as he leaned in and pressed his lips gently on the designated cheek. Mike’s cologne was so intoxicating. Patrick haven’t noticed that scent before but now that he had his lips pressed against that scruffy beard – he could catch the slightest whiff of Mike’s cologne. “I liked the sound of yer’ laugh.” Patrick could have pulled away after the kiss but instead, he take full advantage of the proximity between them to whisper those words into Mike’s ear. “Ye’ have a beautiful laugh, darlin’. Can’ wait to hear it more.” With the kiss done, Patrick pulled away from Mike – all smiles and charm, obviously – and gave his friend a quick little wink in return. He got to kiss Mike on the cheek and he had made him laugh. Bonus. “Still early for us to call it a night, darlin’. Feel like shootin’ some more or is there somethin’ else ye’d rather do to keep ye’ fully entertained?”

Mike, honestly, wasn’t much for bragging or showing off. It just wasn’t who he was. It took him a long time to actually accept that he was the best shot in the FBI. He would be told it time and time again but it was hard to quantify that type of thing. However, when Mike was approached to go undercover as an arms dealer, that was a pretty good indicator that he knew what he was doing. Someone who sold guns had to know how to shoot them and they had to make it believable. On top of that, all the upper officers would tell Mike that he was the best. And when he was in the academy, he was leagues ahead of everyone else there. All those added together to make the best. But it still wasn’t something he liked to flaunt, so when he took the time to aim for his target and shoot, he almost didn’t want Patrick to watch. Just because he didn’t want the attention.

However, that was the case. At all. So much so, Patrick seemed to have had his eyes glued on the showing. He heard the others comment and slowly, his brow quirked before he couldn’t help but laugh at his comment. Mike’s hand covered his eyes with a shake of his head, “Fucking hell.” He laughed out. Out of all the reactions, he did not expect that, “I’m not…laughing at you. I’m just…surprised.” Mike chuckled before he sighed with a slight shrug, “I don’t want to bore you or anything…” Mike knew it that listening to someone talk about something that you had zero interest in could be quite boring.

He nodded, “That’s the deal.” He repeated. If Patrick managed to hit the target (which he doubted), then he deserved the kiss. The man had been asking for it all night. It was the least he could do. And, honestly, Mike would let him do it even if he missed. He wasn’t that cruel. Plus, Patrick managed to get that genuine smile he wanted out of Mike. Why not put the cherry on top? As the man lined himself up to shoot again, the retired agent folded his arms across his muscled chest and he watched as the man fired the gun.

He took his words to heart and it showed. He actually hit the fucking target. Dead on, too, for an amateur. Again, Mike had his doubts about Patrick’s words about never shooting a gun, but who was he to call him out on it. Mike’s brow raised and he clapped his hands, “Amazing.” It really was if it was really just beginners luck. The teacher comment got another chuckle from Mike, “Trying for extra credit or–” Mike joked with a shake of his head, “You might be the quickest I’ve seen someone pick this up.” He nodded, “Really great job, Pat.” Mike sighed a bit and pointed at his cheek, “You’ve earned it.”

[patrickxpearson]

Mike was… well, he was good. No surprises there since he was a former FBI field agent and shooting guns were pretty much mandatory in his line of work. Patrick had the admire the confidence that oozed from the other man as he was touched, guided and made an example of as Mike was correcting all the things that he had done bad. Like positioning himself behind him to correct his stance – that was as close as they had ever been since that night started – and while Patrick was a bit self-conscious regarding the fact that Mike was right behind him, he paid attention to his guide lines, perhaps a bit more fascinated with the art of shooting a firearm than he had been minutes ago. There was a certain finesse to things. To how he was supposed to keep his hands – one over the other as he gripped the handle – to how his feet should be planted on the ground for a steadier position – to even using the damn eyesight that the gun had and Patrick never actually noticed until that very moment. He could tell why Mike had the bragging rights regarding being the best shot back in the FBI. He made everything seem so effortless. Like shooting a gun was the same as chopping onions in very tiny pieces or the muscle memory of a workout routine that Patrick had done time and time again. And the most adorable part of it all was how kindly his words sounded as he gave them those guidelines – with the infinite patience of a drill instructor that was dealing with someone who had played too many videogames throughout his entire life. Overall – Patrick couldn’t deny that he was both impressed and a little bit aroused with the entire explanation. If only his school teachers had been that kind and easy to understand – perhaps he would have been a much better student.

But nothing could compare to how amazing it was to see Mike shoot. It was like a fucking John Wick movie – a double tap on the head and chest to make sure that the dude was deader than dead. And he made it look so damn impressive that Patrick’s jaw almost hit the damn ground when Mike was done. Two shots in the head. Two shots in the chest. Just like that. Effortless.. “Jesus Christ almighty. I was scared of gun ‘till a second ago but seein’ ye’ handle firearms?” Patrick took a deep breath and admired the work Mike had done on his target before letting out a faint sigh. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life before this very moment, sugar. Ye’ sure know how to shoot.” There was this confidence that was so blatant obvious on the other man’s posture. Of course, he would be confident. He knew what he was doing. He knew it because he had done it countless times before. “And then ye’ go ‘round and drop a how to fire a gun 101 act on me and ye’ still say sorry for bein’ wordy when all ye’ ‘ere doin’ was teachin’ me. Are ye’ even real?” Nevertheless, Patrick took Mike’s remarks at heart. His feet were planted differently, his hands were both on the gun’s handle and he was definitely using the eyesight of the gun to keep the target check. “I hit where I say I will and if I do that, I got to kiss yer’ cheek? That’s the deal, right?” He looked once more to the target. He needed to hit the places he was going to say if he wanted the chance to kiss Mike on the cheek. He could easily do that some other damn time and under some other damn circumstances but why not now? Why not have a little bit of fun along the way? “Two in the head, two in the chest… and…” His finger pressed the trigger twice. Two in the head in the place where the eyes should be. Then he pressed the trigger again for two shots in the chest a little bit below the neck. The last two shots? Straight between the target’s legs where he imagined the balls would be. “Well, darn. Look at that. I actually hit the target this time ‘round. Beginner’s luck, I guess. That… or I was a good little boy and paid attention to yer’ words, Professor. If only all my teachers ‘ere as hot as ye’.”

His head nodded just a bit at his comment about growing up in Texas. He supposed that did explain a bit of things, but not much in his opinion. But honestly, that wasn’t much of his concern right now. He just wanted to make sure that Patrick didn’t shoot his fingers off on accident or something like that. “I’m giving you the opportunity for that cheek kiss without embarrassing you.” He mentioned, “Shooting is a game of skill. By the end of your box of rounds, I want to see you hitting where you’re intending.” Hopefully he would be able to help him achieve that. Mike had done a lot of training back in his day. He would help the academy with training new recruits, so he had some experience with hit.

As Patrick lined up to begin shooting, Mike stepped up beside him, folding his arms across his chest and he shifted his gaze from the target, then stayed upon Patrick, taking in his stance and everything he was doing. He may know how to handle a gun, but he certainly didn’t know how to shoot one. To Mike, it looked like everything he had learned was from a video game, which sure, yes. They were okay references, but the real thing was a whole new ballgame.

Running his hand underneath his nose, he chuckled a bit, “Well.” He began, “First things first, you really shouldn’t close one eye.” Mike paused for a moment and he sighed. That rule was meant for officers on the field, not for…guys at a shooting range just wanting to hit the target. Mike shook his head, “Never mind. You can do that. Just…be careful.” He mumbled before he stepped behind Patrick and his right foot nudged the man’s feet apart, “Your stance isn’t terrible, but you want to give yourself some space between your legs. It’s better for balance.” Pulling himself beside Patrick again, he ushered the earphones into the man’s arms before he aimed his own gun, safety still on, “The preferred way to hold a gun is such–” Mike held the gun out and wrapped his free hand around his other hand, rather than on the base of the magazine, “It holds the gun steadier and you’re able to get a better aim on it.” Mike wanted Patrick to feel what was right and what was, technically, wrong, “I’ve used the stance you used in the past. It’s fine. But…you’ll see the difference.”

Turning back to Patrick, he lifted his hand and pointed at the eyesight on the back of Glock, “Did you use this at all? It may not seem like it’s doing anything, but you’ll see a big difference with aiming.” He released a breath, “All in all, you’re not bad, Pat. Really. I think you have potential. Just some fine tuning and practice.” Mike then adjusted his stance back to where he was, in front of his own target, flicked off the safety and fired off his Smith and Wesson. Mike shot the gun four times and each shot hit the mark with perfect accuracy. Two in the head, almost directly over one another, two in the chest, “And remember is to breathe. Take a breath before each shot. It’ll help.”

Mike recognized that this was probably the most he had ever spoken at one time to Patrick and he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about it. He could feel himself getting embarrassed and he shook his head, “Sorry. I…just…dumped all that.” He mumbled.

[patrickxpearson]

@jonahgarland

[patrickxpearson]

“I never fired a gun before… doesn’ mean I don’ know my way ‘round them.” Patrick kept close to Mike and glanced over to the firearm he held in his hand. “I spent a huge portion of my life in Texas, sweetheart. Everyone knows how to handle a damn gun there. I just don’ like them.” It didn’t mean he was completely clueless when it came to guns. He knew where the trigger was, that there was a safety pin that would prevent people from accidentally shooting themselves on the foot… and he had once slept with a guy that was a monumental gun aficionado, who loved to brag about his collection of firearms. Unfortunately for him, that was the only big thing he owned. One of those empty heads that weren’t even worth a second of Patrick’s time – whether it was in or out of bed.

“I know weapons by themselves are not dangerous. They are tools. What makes them dangerous is the intention behin’ people who wield them.” Again, the personal trainer smiled at Mike, one of his eyebrows arching upwards as the other client changed the terms of the wager to allow him a kiss on the cheek if he would successfully hit the target. “Ye’ sure know how to give a guy’s incentive, uh?” Patrick chuckled and positioned himself once more, one hand underneath the gun to stable it while the other caressed the trigger with his index finger. “Honestly… as long as I get ye’ to have some fun and pull a smile out of ye’, I’ll consider this entire night a damn victory, sweetheart. With or without a kiss on the cheek.” Sometimes people just needed to get away. Get away from others and from the demons that stormed their mind. To Mike, it would appear the shooting range was as good of a place as any to focus on himself and what he was doing rather than being alone with the demons in his head. To Patrick, he usually punched and kicked a punching bag until his body was protesting and his muscles were too damn sore to even move again. Everyone had their coping mechanisms. Everyone had to have that little safe haven away from everything and everyone. “Here we go.” He fired once – the sound of the gun making his jaw clench and he hit the white portion of the target almost at the very limit. The second shot missed completely the mark and Patrick could only curse under his breath. The third – he closed one eye to focus his eyesight and he hit the black figure on the sheet on the neck. That counted as a hit right? “I was aimin’ at the damn shoulder.” And from the shoulder to the neck – there was a difference there. “How did I do, sugar? Lay it to me thick. How terrible of a shot am I?”

As Patrick worked on loading his own Glock, Mike popped out of the clip for the gun, cocked back the slide, and began to load up the clip. His gaze shifted over towards Patrick as he spoke about the letting out anger and frustration, “Those people shouldn’t have guns.” Mike answered simply. He didn’t trust the people that openly admitted that they shot guns to release frustrations. Those people scared him. One minute they could be on a range, the next, out in the city. Mike saw the shooting range as a sport, and he believed that everyone should. The goal was accuracy. He would never use the range as more than that.

By the time that Patrick had finished loading his own magazine, Mike had finished as well and he watched as the other popped it into place, followed by the safety, earning a raised brow from Mike, “For someone who has never handled a gun, you sure act like it.” Most people were terrified to do anything with the weapon aside from what they were told. Patrick wasn’t most people, however. Mike knew that. He still couldn’t quite figure out the man and that was one of the things that kept Mike going back to him. He just wanted to figure him out and Patrick just wouldn’t let him, whether he realized it or not. But, he supposed it was the same thing with Patrick. He wanted to understand Mike and he just couldn’t…

“It seems like cruel and unusual punishment to take a wager against someone who has, supposedly, never shot one.” The retired agent spoke and shook his head, “I’m not going to do that. I don’t want anything, anyway. This is enough.” Patrick was giving Mike the opportunity to have some fun. That was all he needed. He sighed a bit and glanced down the firing line, “Listen. If you hit the target, you can get that cheek kiss, alright?” The man had been pining it for the whole damn night. Mike could throw him a bone, “Deal?”

[patrickxpearson]

Alex had fucked him countless of times throughout the years but something about this night felt absolutely primal and desperate. Almost like they both knew that this could very well be the last time they would be together – Patrick fucking hoped not – in such an intimate way. He couldn’t lie anymore. No matter how many times he would look at himself in the mirror and convince himself that even a sewer rat like him could have someone like Alex in his life, a part of him also was aware that if someone was going to get heartbroken… that someone was him. And… it was ok. He would live through it. Lick his wounds and stay away for a bit so that he could set his mind in one piece yet again, focusing that even though they no longer would be together – that for a short while, he got what he had always wanted: the love of the man he had admired since he was a kid. He just… wasn’t good enough to be in first place. Patrick closed his eyes and endured the rough pounding, welcoming the pain that clouded his senses and pushed aside any ill thoughts and relishing the pleasure that soon followed, washing all over him like a balm. “D-Don’ stop…” Alex was hitting him the right way, his own cock bouncing up and down against his abs as Alex took control of him and used him in any way he deemed fit. He could feel his own orgasm approaching – but it was when Alex called him baby and said that he loved him that Patrick finally let go – his own seed being shot against his abs, the palm tree, and the grass with absolute reckless abandon. And Alex followed soon after – the warmth of his orgasm flooding him in ways that drove Patrick crazy with need. It felt so damn good to be filled. To be that hole where Alex would dump his load and make him his over and over again… And then… there was just the sound of their heavy breathing. Just the two of them coming down from the high of their orgasms, covered in sweat and cum and not giving a damn about the mess they made or whether or not someone may have seen them going at it. To Patrick, nothing else mattered more than feeling those strong, protective hands all over his body. Keeping him close to a body that was so fucking familiar and that he had wanted for so many years. “I needed this.” With a chuckle, Patrick grunted as he slowly pulled away from Alex, his legs a bit wobbly from the rough pounding he had endured, forcing the personal trainer to put one hand on Alex’s shoulder for support. “I’m goin’ to feel this one for days.” And that was exactly what he had wanted. To be sore as a reminder that… well… didn’t matter anymore. “Thank ye’, love.” Patrick wrapped his arms around Alex’s neck and brushed their noses together. Why couldn’t they be like this all the damn time? Why was he always the silver medal and never the gold? “What…” There was a pause. This following question was something that Patrick both wanted to know and at the same time dreaded to be aware of. “What does he have that I don’…? What can I even do to… be yer’ first?”

Even when Patrick told him there was nothing to be sorry about Alexander knew that wasn’t the case. There was so much to be sorry about, from how he had treated him that night, to the shit he’d been putting him through since then, and the thoughts that evaded his mind whenever he thought about whether his future included Patrick, or if the stars were more aligned with Steven. So fucking much to be apologetic about, and yet as Patrick told him not to worry he did just that, knowing that something would have to change, whether it his relationship with Patrick or whatever he had going on with Steven - something EVENTUALLY would shift, and someone was bound to get hurt (honestly if it meant saving the both of the men that stole his heart he’d happily be the one who’d get crushed and ruined).

It was the words that followed, how no matter what happened he would always love him, that meant the most to Alexander. He did not deserve someone like Patrick, not a chance in hell, but he also understood that no matter what happened there would always be a part of him that loved Patrick too. It didn’t matter who he ended up with, where their lives would take them both, because he knew that Patrick would forever be one of the most important men in his life. “I’ll always love you too,” he whispered, so much meaning and sorrow behind his words knowing he was hurting him with those whole Steven business. Why couldn’t the Blackwell had just stayed away and things between him and Patrick could have remained perfect?

Karma, that’s why, karma was a bitch and Steven was now on the island to collect a debt. One heartbreak for another, and Alexander could feel it coming.

He obliged though, no longer saying anything else, feeling that their bodies were picking up where their words left off. He was turning into a damn moaning whore, unable to contain just how good his lovers ass had felt clamped around him, the tightness edging him to a release the more he pounded into the other with no more cares in the world. “Fuck, baby,” he panted, feeling himself so close to orgasming, “I love you…”. The last words he spoke before he felt his body erupt in one of the most intense orgasms of his life. His hands clasped around Patrick tightly, not wanting to let the other go as he rode out his orgasm, pumping his dick into the others ass milking every last drop he could from himself.

[patrickxpearson]

Alexander’s response… It almost pulled a bitter laugh out of Patrick – but he stopped himself before the sound would even contemplate roll from his lips. They weren’t in competition his ass. It didn’t take a genius to notice that the King was on the fence when it came to the two of them, otherwise… otherwise, he would have just picked someone. Instead, he was reeling them both in, being the focus on their attention and wanting to see for how long he would keep doing that until one of them would eventually drop a damn ultimatum on his lap. Honestly, if he too had two guys with whom he had a history after him – Patrick wouldn’t know what to do either. He couldn’t really blame Alex for not knowing what to do. Once the shirt was finally discarded and Alex was shirtless, Patrick took one second – or maybe two – to admire how beautiful the other man looked. That man… would have gone to hell and back if that was what Alexander wanted in order to be happy. But instead, Patrick kept the shirt under his grasp as he walked to the darkest corner of the playroom where he knew the hidden cameras were. Not that Jack was a creep – or maybe he was – but safety always came first when it came to the Haus. But this… this was a show that Jack, unfortunately, would have to miss. “Say night night, darlin’.” With a wink toward the camera, Patrick covered the very small device concealed from the naked eye with Alex’s shirt… and now – they were truly alone. Just the two of them without the prying gaze of the best spy on the island.

“Ye’ say we are not competin’ but we both know that’s a lie.” Patrick walked back to Alexander, invading his personal space without a damn care in the world. “Ye’ can’ decide and I don’ blame ye’. That was why I pulled away from ye’ that night. To give ye’ room to think and evaluate yer’ options without me influencin’ ye’.” But Steven had done that. The last time the two of them crossed paths – this silent war declaration came between the two of them, a fact that Alexander was still very much unaware. “We talked once.” His blue eyes fell on the owner’s shorts and fiddled with the strings up front before undoing the knot. “He came to my gym once – and he was quick to realize that I have feelings for ye’.” Without even a care in the world, he yanked the shorts down Alexander’s ankles – a little grin dancing on his lips as Alex was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. As expected. “Ye’ know what else he told me? Or BRAGGED ‘bout it?” Like a hungry predator – something that he had seen Alex do to him so many times – Patrick stepped forward and closed his fingers around Alex’s member in a rather possessive and perhaps rough grip. “He told me he fucked ye’ in the club one night. That he was the one man capable of bein’ the one fuckin’ ye’ while I’d just be the subservient little bitch. That… I could never compare to him ‘cause I was nothin’ more than the maid’s son.” Which was the truth. Patrick was fully aware of that. “He didn’ lie there, I’m afraid. Even if ye’ don’ see me that way – he said things as they ‘ere. I am just the maid’s son. And fuckin’ proud of it. But…” His lips brushed gently over Alex’s as Patrick inhaled his scent – wanting nothing more than to succumb to the urges that were building up inside him. “Why is he the only one that gets to fuck ye’, Alex? Am I too submissive? How did he do it? Did he take what he wanted? Is that what yer’ into? Someone who can toss ye’ ‘round and give it to ye’ hard? Is that what he can do that I can’?” Why Steven and not him? “’Cause I can very well fuck ye’ just as good or better than he can, darlin’. Even a loyal dog can show its fangs when cornered, after all.”

“It crossed my mind,” the playrooms wasn’t usually a place that the two found themselves, having all that they’d need for some fun together right in Alex’s place, or even Patrick’s when Alex felt like sleeping over. They certainly didn’t need to come to the playrooms to get their rocks off, but it seemed Patrick had something up his sleeve and who was Alexander to complain or even argue? He’d let the other have his fun, curious to know just how far he’d be taking this, looking around a quick second before his sights rested back on the man infront of him. He watched as his flame circled him, Alexander standing still as he let the other admire him, proud himself of the work he’d put into his body.

He listened as the other spoke, the click of the door noticeable in the silence of the room, Alexander’s interest piqued as he wondered what was coming next. He hadn’t seen Patrick like this before, not to mention that damn harness the man was wearing, Alexander certainly wanted to grab right ahold of it - he kept his hands to himself though. This was Patrick’s game that he was playing and he’d behave until he could no longer - but for now, he’d let the other call the shots (since he seemed to have an end goal in mind that Alexander hadn’t quite figured out yet).

He tried not to think about the possibility of losing Patrick, but it seemed the thought weighed heavy on the others mind. He couldn’t blame him though, the history between Steven and Alexander was just too much, and to compete with it meant certain unavoidable heartbreak. He swallowed as the other spoke though, as though their separation was imminent, his thoughts falling back on that conversation that could end it all. He wasn’t ready, nor had he made up his mind entirely yet, things were still so fucking confusing.

As Steven was brought up though, the relationship he had with the Blackwell brother, Alex couldn’t help but notice the firm grip the other had on him. His eyebrow quirked, confused by the display of power, though he could hear the jealousy and loathing in the others words. He groaned, finally realizing what game they would be playing today, “you two aren’t in competition.” That was a fucking lie though, both up in arms trying to get Alexander to see they were the best option for him. He hated being put in the middle, both men beyond amazing, but he knew eventually he’d have to choose one or the other. He listened to the demand, and although he could have refused or even turned the tables on them, instead he pulled his tank over his head and held it out for the other - he’d said he needed it, so why not give it to him?

[patrickxpearson]

He was aware of how DANGEROUS this game would be. And playing it with none other than Alexander King could either be one heck of a great thing or a terrible one. But Patrick was… done. He was done playing safe, he was done being predictable every step of the way. He was done being the second choice. If Alex was going to pick Steven over him when all was said and done, then so be it – but he wouldn’t simply take that without a fight. Alex… Alex was important to him. Probably the most important person in the whole world, even being more important than himself. Was he boring? Was he predictable? What did Steven have that he didn’t? What was the spark that lured Alex to the Blackwell and not to him? “Yer’ late, darlin’.” Patrick slowly turned on his heels and placed his hands on his hips, trying his best to keep a very serious expression but the slight twitch on his lips was enough to let Alex know that he was not that mad. “I’m sure yer’ wonderin’ why ‘ere.” Patrick motioned to the playroom before he took slow and deliberate steps towards the owner, taking his time in circling him and admiring him from every possible angle that he could. “We could have gone for a jog. Ye’ know… find a secluded place on the beach where I’d just bend over for ye’ and let ye’ fuck me as hard as ye’ wanted to.” His voice dropped almost to nothing. Just a little whisper as the silence took over the room, only to be broken by the sound of the door locking. No one would actually disturb them there. But there was one last thing that Patrick needed to take care of.

“I reached the conclusion that I don’ wan’ to just lose ye’ without a fight.” The personal trainer circled Alex once more, dragging his right index finger from shoulder to shoulder as he stopped behind the owner in order to press gentle, peppered kisses over his neck. “Ye’ taught me everythin’ I know, Alex. Ye’ showed me how I could seduce someone and all the things I could do to have them eatin’ out of the palm of my hand. And ye’ also showed me how to fuck.” Hands traveled down Alex’s arms, studying his muscles before Patrick paused, keeping a rather firm grip on his lover’s waist. “Is this what he gives ye’ that makes ye’ ache for him? The challenge? Is it because he doesn’ just roll over like a trained dog when ye’ bark yer’ order? Is that what turns ye’ on the most, darlin’?” Again… a pause. Patrick rested his chin on Alex’s shoulder from behind before withdrawing his hands and giving a not so gentle pat on the other man’s ass. “Yer’ shirt. Take it off. Ye’ don’ need it… but I do.”

He had no idea why he had agreed to keep going to these damn personal training sessions, more often than not they never actually accomplished anything other than them fucking in a private room of his gym, but if having to schedule a time to fuck Patrick was how it had to work out? Well fucking hell, he'd plan those weekly sessions knowing good and well he wouldn't be picking up a single weight (unless you count his entire weight as he lifts him up to fuck him against the wall - those sessions were always fun).

He dressed in a pair of shorts and a black tank, at least he could dress for the part of hitting up the gym, though as he was on his way to Patrick's gym his phone buzzed causing him to look at the screen. After reading the first text of course the owner laughed, of course it'd change locations, but to a damn playroom? Hm, well this would be interesting, what angle was the man working towards? He wasn't one for overexerting, so instead of jogging to find out which room the other was housed in all it took was a text message to Jack. The hallways to each playroom had cameras, and sure enough after playing back the tape Alex knew EXACTLY where he was.

He wanted to be late, curious to know what Patrick would do, taking his time as he made his way to the playroom where he'd find his flame. He looked at his phone, the messages having been received seventeen minutes ago, certainly that had been enough time to keep the other waiting. He didn't bother to knock, instead tossing the door open as he stepped into the room, catching his first sight of the man who stole his heard in that get up. Shit, what had he just walked into? "I hope i'm not too late," he smirked, stepping further into the room as he swung the door shut behind him.

[patrickxpearson]

Location: Playroom Open to: Clients and / or Staff

This was a special day. Maybe not exactly special but different. Patrick had checked his schedule for the day and for some odd reason – he felt this particular need to do something completely different. It would still be a workout, just not one of the ones someone would be more inclined to perform. It didn’t involve lifting weights or running for several miles around the island… but still required quite a bit of effort and stamina. Things were… changing. The last few days were good enough of a reminder that if he wanted something, he would need to take it. He would need to be the one doing it and to hell with the consequences. He would take what he wanted. How he wanted it. When he wanted it.

Standing in the middle of the playroom with nothing more than a harness in his torso and a pair of washed-out jeans, Patrick reached for his phone and checked his schedule. It would be quite the surprise for that person to meet him there rather than somewhere else – but either they would drop by and enjoy the show – given the location he had picked, they should know what that entailed – or they could just refuse and clear his schedule for the rest of the day, which would mean that he would find someone else to keep him entertained. No more being a little sewer rat. No more playing that pathetically easy submissive role that he had done for the biggest majority of his life. It was time to claim what he wanted.

[ text ]: Our appointment changed locations. I’m in one of the playrooms inside, so you can start today’s routine by finding out in which one I am. [ text ]: Ten minutes should be enough. Better get jogging.

[patrickxpearson]

It was quite enjoyable to see someone who had been as reserved as Mike had been finally dancing and thriving in his own element. Patrick was sort of fascinated by how the change was. From the usually almost military like stance and hands in his pockets, with absolutely no expression on his face other than bland neutrality – Mike was quite at home when it came to guns and shooting ranges. He even spoke more. Almost like the mechanical part of the other client was left outside. It almost felt like he was seeing Mike for the first time. Not the client or the image he used when dealing with everyone else - Patrick knew what that was like – but the actual man underneath all those polite words and memorized speeches. Maybe he should have brought Mike to the shooting range earlier if that would give him a glimpse of who he was. “Slide bullet, hold with yer’ thumb, slide the next –repeat.” It sounded easy enough and straight enough for even some hillbilly to be able to accomplish that. And Patrick did just that – following Mike’s instructions to the letter, knowing full well that the other client had a lot more experience than he had to handle guns. “I really want to see ye’ shoot.” The personal trainer was still loading the magazine but since it was a repetitive action, his eyes could move from his fingers and turn to Mike – who felt like he was right at home in the whole shooting range. “I know people that say shootin’ shit is like therapy. Let’s out yer’ anger and frustration.” Almost like those rooms designed for people to break stuff and let go of their own issues.

“I am pretty darn sure that I’ll lose… but how ‘bout a little friendly wager, darlin’?” With the magazine fully loaded, Patrick smacked it into the bottom of the Glock and pulled down the safety pin. Just because he had never actually fired a weapon didn’t mean he didn’t know how to do that sort of thing. It didn’t require some Ph.D. in Quantum Physics to know how to reload a gun. “We have targets, aye? If I hit the bullseye –which I clearly won’ cause I feel like I have a shit aim – ye’ let me give ye’ the St. Patrick’s kiss I wanted to give ye’ when we crossed paths. On the cheek.” Patrick was quick to say that – for he would never kiss someone on the lips unless they wanted him to. “If ye’ win… which is the most likely scenario… what do ye’ want? I’m pretty sure that yer’ goin’ to smile if ye’ win… so I’ll win too but – ye’ gotta pick a prize, sweetheart.”

If there was one thing about Patrick, the man loved to flirt. He wondered if it was just engrained in him after his time as a staff member or if that was just who Patrick was. Not that he would ask that, of course. It seemed rude to do so, but he was curious. Mike released a soft breath as he watched the man look him over like a piece of meat and he shook his head a bit with another quiet chuckle. The last time someone looked at him similarly to that, he was trapped inside a sex trafficking house. There was a distinct difference in Patrick and those men though. Patrick was genuine and he was harmless. The others were predators. Mike had to constantly remind himself of that.

Rather than walking to his side of the target range, Mike turned around and grabbed a pair of noise cancelling headphones, walking over towards the man. As he approached, he noted the man’s stance and he smiled a bit. He had seen it before, knowing it was directly from the movies, but at least he did have his hand on the bottom of it. The amount of cop movies or shows he had seen when they’re just holding the gun willy nilly was bountiful, “I don’t think you need me.” He answered, “You’re already holding it well enough. You didn’t tell me you’re a professional.” The gun wasn’t strong enough to blow out of Patrick’s hands either, so he wasn’t worried about that, “Here.” He spoke, passing him the headphones, “You should wear these.”

Reaching his hand out, he pulled the gun a bit closer, and he pointed at the button that was above the handle, “We have to load it first. Press that button, it’ll release the magazine.” He then walked over towards the stand that in front of them and he opened up the box of bullets, nodding his head for Patrick to follow, “Loading a Glock is easy. You just have to slide the first bullet in, then press it down with your thumb and slide the next in.” He shrugged, “Think you can do it?”