#I DREW THIS LAST NIGHT IN A RUSH BECAUS I WAS SO TIRED | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ladyfogg · 5 years

Text

Cold is the Night - 14/20

Fic Summary: You and Pat have known each other for years but this summer, everything will change. As the two of you start to grow close, your matching tempers threaten the foundation of your rocky friendship and prevent both of you from realizing your true feelings. Cold is the Night Masterpost.

A/N: Hey hey, guys. I’m just dropping in to let you know that I’ll be taking some time between updates and teasers. In the past, I’ve posted a teaser every other day and the chapter to follow. I probably won’t follow that schedule for these remaining six chapters. We’ll see. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Fic Song: Cold is the Night by The Oh Hellos. Fic playlist can be found here.

Pairing: Pat Murray/Female Reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Language, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Multiple Chapters

Gif by @mrbenhardys

When Pat explained about the fight with his dad, your own anger flared and you had to stop yourself from getting back into your car and driving over there.

"I can't fucking believe him!" you exclaimed. "Who the hell does he think he is?"

Your parents weren't saints by any means, and you're sure deep down Brian meant well, but it was still a shitty thing to say to your kid.

"I just want to forget about it," Pat said. "I know it's a lot to ask but do you mind if I stay here for a bit? If you're not comfortable with that I'm sure I can ask Maz."

"You're staying here," you told him. "And before you ask, yes I'm sure."

His shoulders relaxed and he gave you a small smile. "Thanks."

He looked exhausted and you could tell he hadn't had a chance to clean up after moving stuff all day. "Why don't you take a shower and I'll get you something to eat?"

"What about work?" he asked. "You still have a few hours of your shift."

"I told them I had a family emergency," you said. "I'm not going back tonight. Unless you need space…"

"I don't want space. I want you."

You stroked his cheek before giving him a soft kiss. "Go clean up. I'll get you something."

Pat took a deep breath and nodded before getting up. You watched him go into the bathroom, still furious with his father.

Regardless, you pushed the anger away in favor of taking care of your boyfriend. While he showered, you ordered a pizza and some lava cakes because the situation definitely called for it. You waited in the living room so he could sit with you among the flowers he bought, most of which were still alive and well.

Pat came out a few minutes later wearing sweatpants and a white undershirt. He sat next to you on the couch, tucking himself against your side.

You hugged him. "Do you want to talk more about it?"

"No."

"What can I do to help?"

"Just this."

You nodded, kissing his forehead. "Okay."

Silence washed over you both as you held each other.

"It's funny," Pat muttered after a few minutes.

"What is?"

"There I was, locked in my room, beyond angry. And all I wanted was to come here to be with you. I couldn't stay in that room another minute."

Your heart fluttered and your stomach dropped. The significance that he didn't want to be isolated was not lost on you.

With a soft smile, you placed kisses across his face. When you got to his lips, he leaned in all the way, sealing his mouth over yours.

The moment was interrupted when there was a knock on the door.

"Pizza's here," you said, drawing back.

Pat grinned. "You got me a pizza?"

"And lava cakes."

"I don't deserve you."

"Shut up. Yes, you do."

Pat ended up staying with you for two days.

As much as you were angry with what he went through, it was really nice having him there. With your work schedules, you were like two ships passing in the night. But at least when you got home he was there to cuddle you to sleep, exhausted from his own long day plus waiting up for you.

On the morning of the third day, he came into the kitchen while you were making breakfast. He had to go to work early but you liked to make sure he ate something before he did.

“My dad left me a message last night,” he said.

"Did he beg for your forgiveness?"

“Not exactly. He wants me to come home so we can talk things out.”

He hadn't mentioned the fight since the night it happened and you gave him a worried look.

"Is that what you want?"

Pat sighed, arms crossed over his chest. "I should at least hear what he has to say. He sounded sincere. I can tell he feels bad."

You weren't going to argue with him or give unsolicited advice so you only nodded. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Your protective side was on high alert, especially after seeing how emotional Pat had been after the last time he spoke to his dad.

Pat smiled and gave you a kiss. “Do you think you could come over for dinner? I know you don’t work tonight. Knowing I’ll be seeing you later will really help get me through this fucking day.”

“Of course, whatever you need,” you said. “I will warn you though if he says anything I cannot be held responsible for my response.”

“As long as you don’t throw a punch, I think I can handle that.”

“Boo, you’re no fun.”

“I beg to differ.”

Smirking, you pulled him into another kiss. With everything going on, you hadn’t had a chance to fool around since the night of Vinnie’s party. Not that it was on your mind. You were more concerned with making sure Pat was okay. And he was far from being in the mood. But now that he seemed better, and his arms circled your waist, your body responded with interest.

You were suddenly very aware of his hard body pressed against yours. “You coming back here after dinner?” you asked suggestively.

Sadly, Pat shook his head. “No, I should probably stay home. I’ve got laundry to do. Plus my next few shifts are going to be at the ass crack of dawn.”

“Fuck, I was really hoping for some fun times.”

Pat’s eyes grew hooded and he pressed himself against you until your back hit the counter. “Soon. I promise.”

"I really liked having you here the last few days."

"You did?"

You nodded. "Just wish we could have enjoyed it more."

"Sure it wasn't because I did the dishes?"

That had been a pleasant surprise: coming home to things being picked up or cleaned.

"Surprisingly, no," you laughed. "Believe it or not, I like your company, Murray."

"I believe it."

You kissed again, before reluctantly pulling away. “Made you an egg wrap to go. And coffee.” You handed him the foiled covered food and travel mug.

“You’re the best.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Pat studied you for a moment and it almost looked like he was going to say something. But he stopped himself, smiling instead. Before you could ask what was up, he kissed you a final time and drew back. “I’ll text you when I have a time for dinner.”

“Okay,” you said, already missing the warmth of him. “Let me know if you want me to bring anything.”

“Just your charming personality.”

“Well, obviously. I never leave home without it.”

As you watched him leave, you were worried about what the evening had in store. You spent the day anxiety cleaning, refreshing the water for some of the remaining bouquets, doing laundry, cleaning the bathroom, and any other chore you could think of.

When the afternoon rolled around, Pat texted you. Dinner is at five. Heading home now. Wish me luck.

Call me if you need me there sooner.

Time dragged on. When no calls or texts came, you assumed things were going well. You dressed in something you knew Pat would like and then headed over to the Murray household.

Pat answered the door before you even had a chance to knock. He looked tired but not angry.

"Everything okay?" you asked in a low voice.

He nodded. "Yeah, I think so. We talked it out. He apologized. I'm so glad you're here."

You smiled with relief and gave him a quick kiss, which he happily returned. "You gonna invite me in or what, Murray?"

Pat smirked, his arm around your waist as he pulled you into the house. You could sense there was still tension in the air which made your anxiety spike. He led you through the living room and into the kitchen where Brian was setting the table.

He greeted you with a large smile. "It's nice to see you again!"

"You too, Mr. Murray."

"Please, call me Brian."

You and Pat sat next to each other while Brian stepped onto the porch to check on the grill.

"Should I be here?" you asked Pat in a hushed tone. "I feel like things are still tense."

Pat took your hand. "Just having you here is helping me. But if you're really uncomfortable, you don't have to stay."

"I'm not leaving you."

He smiled and kissed your knuckles just as Brian stepped into the room. If he noticed the exchange, he didn't say anything.

"Alright we got hamburgers and hot dogs!" he said, placing a large serving plate in the middle of the table. "Dig in."

The three of you started the meal in silence. You weren't sure what to say or if you even wanted to start the conversation. Pat and Brian didn't seem to mind the silence and you got the feeling they didn't talk much.

Eventually, Brian cleared his throat and addressed you. "What are you studying?" he asked.

"I'm not in school."

"Oh." Brian seemed surprised. "What do you do then?"

Here we go...you thought.

"I bartend, full-time," you answered, on guard. "I really enjoy it."

"Bartending is great," Brian said, sounding a little too enthusiastic. "It's a good skill to have. Think you'll do it for a while?"

Next to you, Pat tensed. You knew he was worried about his dad's line of questioning, especially after their fight, but you weren't worried. Under the table, you gave Pat's knee a comforting squeeze.

"I think so," you said. "I'm always open to learning new things. Haven't quite figured out what I want to do long term but I'm young. What's the rush?"

Pat hid his smile behind his glass as he took a drink of water. Brian seemed to catch on to your subtle jab.

"It's true. You are young. But it never hurts to think ahead."

"Dad…" Pat said warningly.

"I'm just saying--"

"I know what you're saying," you cut in. "And it's nothing I haven't been told before. When it comes down to it, as long as I'm happy, I don't care what I do. Because my happiness doesn't revolve around work." You smiled sweetly and reached over to squeeze Pat's cheeks. "As long as I get to see this face every day, I'm good."

Pat blushed and batted your hands away. "Stop it."

When you looked back at Brian, he was smiling. "That's a great outlook to have."

"I think so too."

Things were less tense after your little speech. Brian asked how your parents were doing, and if a date had been set for Vinnie and Nellie's wedding. Eventually, the conversation steered to baseball and Pat took over, giving you a chance to finally relax.

After dinner, Brian excused himself for a prior commitment, leaving you and Pat alone.

Your boyfriend led you to his bedroom, closing the door behind you.

"That wasn't so bad," you said.

He pulled you close, kissing you deeply. It took you by surprise but you returned it all the same.

"What was that for?"

"You're amazing, you know that?" Pat asked.

"Yeah. What's your point?"

He laughed, hugging you tightly. "Thanks for having my back."

"Always."

He kissed you again, this time his hands traveling down to cup your ass, bringing you flush against him. You hummed in appreciation, tangling your fingers into his hair.

"What's your plan here, Murray?" you purred.

"No idea," he said huskily. "We don't have much time before he gets back so whatever we're gonna do, it has to be quick."

You thought about the emotional hell he had been through the last few days and knew exactly how to make it up to him. You pushed him backward until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, forcing him to sit.

Pat stared at you questioningly, until you dropped to your knees in front of him.

"I'm going to blow you now," you declared.

His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in surprise. He quickly closed it and swallowed thickly. "Uh, okay, yeah. Sure. Yeah, that's...yeah."

"You're so articulate."

Pat blushed and glared. "Shut up. You took me by surprise!"

Laughing, you reached for the button of his jeans. "You shut up and help me get these off."

He didn't need to be told twice. Quickly, he fumbled with the button, then the zipper, lifting his hips to help you pull them down around his ankles. Pat leaned down to kiss you, cupping your face just as your hand slipped into his boxers.

You wrapped your hand around him and gave him a teasing tug, causing Pat to pull away with a gasp. "Fuck! Warn a guy first."

"My hand is in your boxers. What did you expect would happen?"

"I didn't think you'd just—ohh, fuck!"

His voice broke into a moan as you slipped the head of his cock between your lips. It twitched in response, rapidly swelling against your tongue. The musky heady scent of him invaded your senses, spurring you on.

You sucked softly, tongue flicking across the head before taking him fully into your mouth. Slowly, you moved up and down, taking more of him in each time.

Pat's breathing picked up, his hands fisting the sheets. You gave him a smoldering look, head bobbing up and down as your hand followed your movements. His cheeks were red, eyes wide as he stared at you in awe. It was a look you'd always remember.

With a gasp, you pulled off, finally looking at his swollen member. He was long and thick, with a large vein running along the side.

"Shit, Murray."

He tried to respond but you traced your lips with the head of his cock and whatever words he tried to make were lost. Eagerly, you sucked him back into your mouth, your hand jerking what couldn't fit.

His knuckles were white and his thighs trembled. You could tell he was trying to control himself, to let you set the pace.

With your free hand, you pried his from the bed and placed it on your head. Pat ran his hands through your hair experimentally, gently gripping the strands. He carefully lifted his hips, burying himself further into your throat.

He moaned your name. It sounded so fucking beautiful, you wanted him to do it again. You swirled your tongue around his tip before taking him as far in as you could stand.

"Fucking hell!"

You lost yourself in the rhythm of sucking him off, his hands gripping your hair as his hips kept meeting your mouth.

Time dragged on and before you knew it he gave you a sharp tug in warning. "Babe, I'm gonna come."

You doubled your efforts, humming enough so the vibrations went straight to his cock. Pat swore and his cock grew impossibly hard before he came, body hunched over as his hips jerked upward.

Swallowing around him, you kept going until he fell back onto the bed. Pleased with yourself, you let him slide out of your mouth.

You wiped your lips on his blanket before crawling up to lean over him. "You alright there?"

Panting, Pat pushed his sweaty hair out of his face. "You're amazing. Truly fucking amazing."

"I'm also wet." You took his hand, kissing his fingers before pushing his hand toward your jeans. "Wanna help?"

Eyes glinting with excitement, Pat sat up, hooking his finger through your belt loop to draw you on top of him. "I think I can handle that."

#undrafted #pat murray x reader #pat murray x you #pat murray #joe mazzello

78 notes · View notes