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[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick groaned, though the sounds both of them were making were muffled by the kiss and the way their mouths moved against each other. With the way Hayes had shifted his hips, it allowed him to sink fully into him, feeling the tight warmth around his cock even with the thin layer of rubber between them. He'd never be stupid enough to not use a condom on a hook-up but he also found himself wondering how it would feel if it wasn't there. He knew he'd never get the chance to find out, but a little wonder couldn't hurt. He was pulled out of his thoughts again when Hayes pulled back, looking at him and making it clear he wanted Patrick to move. And well, he wasn't going to not oblige to that, was he? He gave Hayes a nod in understanding, before pulling back and thrusting forward, slowly at first to let the other man adjust, before he started to increase the pace.

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick hummed softly, taking in Henry's bottom lip between his teeth lightly, before grinning at him. "No - I don't think. I know." He kissed him again, sliding his fingers out of him at the same time knowing it was the prelude to something better. He reached for where he'd tossed the condom earlier, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth before quickly rolling the condom onto his cock. He poured some more lube on his fingers, then gave himself a couple of quick strokes to coat himself with the lube. Hovering over Hayes, he looked down at him and for a second he thought about how crazy this should seem. Patrick knew he was attractive and had slept with his fair share of men but to be here with somebody as famous as Hayes... even he wouldn't believe himself. Yet, here he was, he reminded himself, as he snapped out of it, smirking down at the other man. He lined himself up and started to push past the rim of muscle, leaning in to kiss Hayes as he did.

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick chuckled when Hayes' protests were cut off when his finger pressed into him, and he made a mental note of that for if he ever found himself in this situation with the man again. Because while he quite enjoyed Hayes' voices, the sounds he was making now were just sinful. And fuck, when he started pushing down his fingers, the noises that came out of his own lips at the sight of that echoed Hayes'. But then Hayes was pulling him off his cock and up in for a kiss, muffling the sounds each of them were making. Their mouths clashed together, as Patrick continued to stretch him, sliding a third finger alongside the first two. He still in his movements, breaking the kiss as he looked down at Hayes with a smirk. "Think you're ready for more, hmm?"

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick hummed against Hayes' skin, mapping the muscles of his chest and abs with his mouth and tongue. As though he wanted to commit it to memory. "Mmm... I don't know," he looked up at Hayes with a smirk, "I think you like being teased, guapo. I could just take my time," his finger circled the rim, "but then, I don't want to wait either." It was true, Patrick wanted to sink himself into Hayes sooner rather than later. And teasing him, meant teasing himself. "So maybe another time," he said with a wink, before pushing a single digit into the other man and then, after a few moments, adding another. As he crooked them inside of Hayes, stretching him, he leaned in, taking his cock in his mouth too. If he was only going to have one night with Hayes, he was going to make damn sure the other man wouldn't forget it.

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick smirked when he saw Hayes' reaction to him speaking Spanish - which had preciously been why he'd switched to his native tongue. "Es eso así? Lo tendré en cuenta para el futuro entonces, mmm?" He let out a soft groan when Hayes' hands tugged on his hair, looking up at Hayes as he told him about the bag. "Just as I thought." He chuckled, leaning over Hayes to reach over the edge of the bed, finding the black bag Hayes was talking about. It didn't take long for him to find the little travel sized lube and a condom. He dropped the condom on the bed next to them, popping the lube bottle open as he went to kissing his chest again. He poured some lube on his fingers, nudging Hayes' legs open and slipping his hand between them, circling the rim but not pressing in.

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick couldn't help but laugh at Hayes' comment about his dick being muse material, "mmm... I mean, I do have a lovely dick so who am I to argue about it's potential for gifting an artist their muse? Yo nunca haría algo así." He could feel his hardening cock settle against Hayes' ass, even more so now it was skin on skin. He smirked up at him, then quickly flipped them so now he was on top, leaning down to kiss Hayes, before kissing his way down to his neck. "Tell me you're a good boy scout who keeps lube and condoms nearby," he said, as he kissed his way down the man's chest, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick laughed at Hayes' words - they may have been a little on the cheesy side, but it was somehow still ridiculously attractive to hear them in the lilt of Hayes' accent. "Mmm... you can have my dick any way you want," he said in reply, his mind already thinking up multiple different scenarios that they could try to fit into the one night they had together, since Patrick knew it was realistically only the one night. Unless perhaps Hayes was still here tomorrow night, and up for a second round. Finally their bodies were rid of all the clothes, tossed in various locations around the room, and he licked his lips, admiring all of what he could see of Hayes now. He smirked up at Hayes when his hands were pinned on either side of him, rocking his hips up to meet his movements. "Mmm... versatile, huh? Me too. Think of all the fun we could have. But given the fact you were waxing poetry about my dick..." He turned his head, smirking down at Hayes, "I think you want me to fuck you."

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick let out a low moan when Hayes' thigh pressed against him, and it was enough to make him rut his body forward to get more of the friction he so desperately desired. He rarely let himself look, well, desperate in front of his partners, wanting more for it to be like a means to an end. An itch to scratch. But for some reason, this felt different. It was like he had no qualms showing that side to Hayes in this moment. Which meant when Hayes' hand slid underneath the waistband of his briefs, wrapping around his cock, he didn't press his hips down against the bed but instead bucked up at the touch. He laughed at Hayes' words, "jesus christ, that was cheesy." He pulled the other man in for another kiss, grinning against his lips, as his own hands slid down Hayes' body to find the waistband of the other man's briefs, sliding his thumb underneath it and pushing it down and away.

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick licked his lips, watching as Hayes pulled the t-shirt over his head. It wasn't that his muscles had been hidden before - quite the opposite - but it was so much easier to appreciate them now there was no fabric in the way. And he certainly wasn't going to make any attempt to hide the way he was checking Hayes out, as more of him got exposed to Patrick. He made a sound when Hayes pulled him in, cut off by the way the man's lips pressed against his. He let him guide him to the bed, his steps echoing Hayes' and he smirked as he watched him lay on the bed. His shirt, unbuttoned by Hayes moments earlier was easy to toss aside, as he quickly ridded himself of his hands too, before crawling on the bed and on top of Hayes. "Uncle Patrick, huh? I'm never going to live that one down." He laughed, leaning in and crashing their lips together as he ground his body today, now only the thin fabric of their underwear separating the two of them.

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick's lips continued to practically devour Hayes', feeling the other man's strong hands holding on to him, guiding the kisses the two of them shared. Any regrets he had still been holding onto, from that night in Madrid that never was to be, quickly faded as all that mattered was this moment right here. He was no stranger to one night stands, having tended towards them over the past few years as past relationships had ended badly, and his work kept him too busy to pursue anything seriously. But still, there was something about Hayes in this moment that seemed to click, and he was sure going to appreciate that to the full advantage.

"Oh fuck," he gasped against Hayes' lips when the other man's leg slipped in between his own, and he could feel his body already reacting to the movements, Hayes' leg pressing against his hardening cock. He couldn't help but grind his body against him, trying to get more friction already, but also not wanting to speed anything up. "Bed?" He asked, nodding towards the large and luxurious bed in the middle of the room. While Patrick's room was nothing to scoff at, it was nothing compared to Hayes' premium suite. And the bed looked divine. "Unless you plan on us fucking against the door because hey, I'm good with that too," he said with a roll of his hips.

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick took in the site of Hayes as he opened the door, tall and handsome as the first time he'd seen him. He thanked the gods that somebody had been listening and given him a second chance because really, he was stupid for not reaching out in Madrid. Who throws away an opportunity like that? When Hayes commented it took him long enough, he laughed openly, only cut off by the other man's lips pressing against his own and pulling him into the room. And fuck if that wasn't an instant connection. His arms found Hayes' waist as he pulled him flush against him, with Patrick's back now against the door Hayes had kicked shut moments earlier. "Better late than never, right?" He said with a wink, before kissing him again.

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick read Hayes' reply with a smirk, watching as his room number popped up on the screen. The man didn't seem too bothered by the fact Patrick had never texted him in Madrid, and Patrick couldn't quite believe his luck that he just happened to be at the same hotel as him a couple of weeks later, in a different city. It had been an instant attraction with Hayes and while there wasn't any delusion it would likely be anything more than a one-night stand, he wasn't about to pass up that opportunity a second time.

See you soon then.

He responded, before walking out of the bar and to the elevator. Luckily, the hotel allowed him to go to other floors his card couldn't access, which meant getting up to the 15th floor was easy. The sign on the wall pointed him in the direction of room 15-D, finding it easily. He took a moment, before rapping his knuckles on the door, waiting for it to open.

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick shook his head at the bartender when he asked if he wanted another, thanking the man in French before he slid off his chair, still looking at his phone. He chuckled at the man's responses, figuring he had no use of not being forward about the situation. After all, he had messaged Hayes after essentially blowing him off two weeks earlier after the Madrid concert. And it didn't seem like the other's interest had waned.

I don't know but I do believe in the fact you and I are seemingly both staying in this hotel but in two separate rooms, seems like it's setting up for another missed opportunity.

So what do you say - should we pick up where we left off in Madrid? ;)

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick finished off his whisky as his phone buzzed, and he saw Hayes' name pop up on the screen so he knew it was a response from him. He set his glass down and unlocked his phone with a swipe, opening up to see the couple of messages he had received. He had known Hayes had saved his number, as he'd seen him ring it when he'd put his number in Patrick's phone. But the ball had been in Patrick's court to message, and Ari had talked him out of that. He hadn't been surprised Hayes hadn't messaged, because he didn't seem like the type to get caught up if people didn't reach out to him. Still, the fact that he knew who he was meant he hadn't deleted the number. If anything, it meant he'd saved it with his name (why did Patrick suspect he'd saved it as Uncle Patrick) which gave him a weird sense of satisfaction that maybe Ari had been wrong about his intentions.

It's a long story.

Hah. No. I travel a lot for business. And when I saw you at the exact hotel I'm at I thought surely this is a sign from the universe and I would be a fool to ignore it and make the same mistake twice ;)

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick sighed, pulling his suitcase behind him as he made his way out of the airport. Travel between the Schengen area was always easy, with no need to check his passport as he exited the airport. His flight had been delayed, then cancelled, and then he got pushed to another flight last minute and got stuck sitting in economy. It was only a two hour flight but still, getting stuck next to a rather talkative woman was not how he had planned to spend those two hours. He was beat.

Paris was neither his least favourite, nor his favourite city. But he rarely ventured outside of the hotel, except for business meetings and he didn't doubt this trip would be the same. His preorganised ride was long gone given the delay of the flight, so he made his way out to find a regular taxi to take him to the hotel, where he could have a shower and crash. Of course, on the way to the hotel he saw a large billboard for August Moon flash past. Typical, they'd probably done a show here after Madrid. He'd barely had a moment over the past two weeks where he didn't regret letting Ari talk him in to not messaging Hayes that night. He'd resaved his number the next day but the man was long gone and messaging now just seemed pointless. Besides, it had been for a one night stand and not anything else.

After having a shower, he felt like he couldn't wind down and decided he needed a drink. He got dressed in a button up and trousers (he was still here on a business trip after all, and couldn't risk somebody seeing him in anything too comfortable) and headed down to the hotel bar where he planed to order a whisky. The kind of drink where he could sit at the bar and stare disconsolately into the glass. Which is exactly where he found himself.

He heard a bit of commotion and looked over out of curiosity. He had to blink twice to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. Hayes, and the other members of August Moon. Here in the same hotel he was staying at. They were being ushered by security so Patrick barely got a glimpse at them but enough to know it was them. And enough for him to look down at his phone. There was no Ari here, to try to talk him out of messaging and he figured why not shoot his shot? That is, if Hayes hadn't made plans with somebody else tonight, of course. Maybe he just did that, in each different city.

Patrick opened a text message, and then typed.

... are you staying at the The Peninsula in Paris or am I seeing things?

Making Up For Lost Opportunities || Payes (Feb 2)

[thepatrickblanco]

Quick Regrets || Patrick Self Para

Patrick hummed to himself as he and Lucia waited at the front door. He could hear the lock clicking and soon enough the door open to Ari standing there, a dressing gown wrapped around her. To her credit, she did look a little worse for wear. Besides, Patrick was hardly complaining about having attended the concert today... it had all worked out rather well for him. He'd drop Lucia off, then text Hayes and see what happened from there. Ari ushered them in and he followed, knowing he wouldn't be able to get away immediately. Lucia was babbling to her parents (David, Ari's husband had joined them) about how amazing it was, and how great all the members of the band was, and then she made a joke about one of the band members seeming to really like Patrick, to which he shot his niece a look. She smiled, innocently, as Ari told her to go upstairs and get ready for bed.

"Patrick," Ari admonished, shaking her head, "you were meant to let the kids talk to the band members. Were you really trying to get all the attention on yourself?" Patrick glared at her, "really, Ari? I was as much in that room as anybody else and besides, he started talking to me." Ari rolled her eyes, opening the fridge to get all three of them a bottle of water, David staying decidedly quiet. "Of course he did," she said, and Patrick knew she didn't believe him so he couldn't help but snapping back, "well Hayes gave me his number and I'm going to go meet him so if you'll excuse me, I think I'll be off..." He put the water bottle that he hadn't even opened down and turned to leave, but Ari caught his arm.

"Patrick," she said, voice more gentle now, "don't be stupid. He probably gave you a fake number, but even if it's real who knows what he wants? He's probably just bored and wants to use you then move on." Patrick didn't shake her arm off him but he did stop, turning to look at her, "you forget, I quite enjoy a one night stand and I'm not expecting anything other than that. Are you really telling me to give up the opportunity to spend the night with a literal rock star? Are you crazy?" "I'm sure it would mostly be disappointing," she said, patting his arm, "besides, isn't he the bisexual one? Remember Ivan? You don't want that again, do you?" Patrick took a breath, steadying himself. Ivan was different, he knew that. He could point that out to Ari but it wouldn't get anywhere. It had been a high school relationship that Ari herself had got involved with, but constantly reminded Patrick of what Ivan did to him like she didn't play any part in that. Besides, he and Ivan parted amicably in the end. Last he heard he was studying in Brazil.

"Ari-" "No, come now Patrick. Just spend the night here, it's late, and Lucia will be thrilled to see her Uncle Patrick here in the morning. You wouldn't want to disappoint her, would you?" "No, but-" "Good. Now give me your phone, so you can delete his number and you don't have to think about it again. Trust me, he'll have forgotten about you by tomorrow." He pulled out his phone, knowing she likely wasn't going to let him leave. He didn't know why but she always seemed to get in his head and he didn't have the energy to fight it. Something he expected he would regret at some point on his life. But, before he passed it to Ari, he quickly went in and screenshotted Hayes' number, luckily it had still been open on the screen. He then deleted the number and showed Ari who seemed satisfied.

She suggested they watch a movie, and Patrick sighed, knowing he wouldn't be getting away tonight. Tomorrow, after having breakfast with Ari, David and Lucia, he would look to see August Moon's shows, only to read they had flown out of Madrid early the following day and he would know he missed his shot. He knew Ari was probably right, that Hayes would have forgotten about their interaction in a day or two, but he couldn't stop but think...

What if.

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Patrick smirked as Hayes' hand slid into his pocket, and he made no attempt to stop him grabbing his phone. He had no doubt a night with Hayes would be memorable, even if it was just because of who Hayes was. He was sure some people in Hayes' line of work would be all talk and no real delivery, but he doubted that was Hayes at all. He took the phone back from him when he passed it to Patrick and looked down at the number that were now saved in his phone. "Through the secret back door?" He asked with a laugh, nodding at Patrick in lieu of a goodbye, as he watched the other man walk back to his band mates.

Oh, he was screwed.

(In more ways than one, he hoped).

END SCENE.

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