Mate Me, Keep Me
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Why did it hurt so much to pump air into my lungs? A phantom fist closed around my heart, holding it captive. My first instinct was to say no, to tell him he came all the way here for nothing. Pat deserved better. He managed this far. Why would he choose me? A coward who couldn’t admit his faults?
“Are you going to run away again?” Pat demanded.
“Son, answer him,” my mother pointed out and I almost forgot they were still there, watching our little drama unfold.
Glaring at Pat, I tightened my jaw. “Fuck, Pat. I love you.”
His grin widened. “I know.”
“What the hell?”
“I just needed to hear you say it out loud. Besides, I’ve already gotten the approval of your parents.”
Frowning, I glanced at my mom and dad. “Approval to what?”
“Pat’s a little too old and matured for you, but I can see he’s dead serious,” my dad said unhelpfully.
He nodded to Pat and some kind of quiet understanding passed between the two of them. My dad pulled my mom close, and I remembered all those years ago, how shaken they had looked when I told them I was gay. Although it took them awhile to adjust, they had always accepted my choices. I was damn lucky to have them.
“You have our permission, Pat,” my mom said in that quiet way of hers. She seldom raised her voice, or interrupted a heated debate at the table. When she did, it spoke volumes.
“Can someone tell me what the hell’s happening?”
Pat grabbed my hand. “Come. It’s better if I show you.”
“What?” I caught one last look of my parents beaming at each other, before Pat pulled me outside. “Pat, stop. Explain.”
“If you want answers, get in.” Pat slid into the driver’s seat. Looking sober, he nodded to the seat next to him. “Trust me, pet.”
Fuming, I slid in. “We’ve never had a date outside of your apartment.”
Pat let out a laugh, unfretted and free. Hell, this new Pat would take getting used to, but I liked what I saw so far. He drove to the new development in town, a series of high-rise apartments. After parking his ride in front of a new building, he opened the door for me. His excitement began to rub off on me. Tugging me in, we entered the lobby, got on the elevator and got off on the top floor—the penthouse suite.
“Pat, this is—” I caught my breath when he fished out a key to the door.
“Hush, pet.”
Frowning, I walked in and began looking around. No furniture or a spec of dust.
“There’s nothing in here.”
Pat said nothing as I went from room to room, eventually heading back to the living room. I headed out the sliding doors to find a pool. Leaning out the edge, the view peering back at me wasn’t the gorgeous outline of the city, but I could see the entire town from here. I felt Pat behind me, pulling me into a warm embrace. I didn’t fight him, only asked dumbly, “You’ve bought a place here?”
“Welcome to our new home, Jacob.”
I froze, disbelieving. He did this, just to be with me? Pat reached for something in his trousers, holding his fist out to me. Still feeling all this was a dream, I pried his fingers open. Two plain golden bands glinted on his large hand. Numb and still speechless, I took the rings, seeing our names inscribed on both—Pat and Jacob.
Jack would always have a place in Pat’s heart. I knew that, but Pat was closing the lid on those memories to make way for the new. Suddenly, I understood why the space was bare. Turning, I faced Pat and finally kissed him.
Pat easily took control, claiming my lips, all tongue and teeth. Closing my eyes, I let him deepen the kiss. His hands wandered to my sides, clutching at me and I could feel the bulge of his trousers, rubbing against my erection.
“I missed you so much too, baby,” I whispered after he released my lips.
Heart thumping, absolute certainty filled me. All my doubts melted away. Why did I fight this so long? How could I refuse the one man who’d smoothed out all the kinks in the road and paved the way for our future? I held out the rings and flashed him a shy smile.
“May I?”
Grinning, Pat let me slide his ring over his finger and I returned the favor. The weight of the ring on my finger felt right. Perfect. Pat lifted my finger. I stared as he sucked, my digit disappearing into his mouth until only the metal band glinted. I groaned, remembering how it felt like, wrapping my lips around his shaft.
“Thinking dirty thoughts, baby?”
Pat pulled me back into the apartment and this time I didn’t resist. Hungry for each other, as if we hadn’t seen each other for years and not a week, we clawed and tore at each other’s clothes until we were naked like our apartment.
Bare walls and floors and a new beginning—I could almost see us injecting bits and pieces of ourselves into our new home. I dropped to my knees to the floor as Pat watched me, gaze intent and expectant. I slid my hands up his calves, knees and calves. I wanted to reacquaint myself with every inch of him, to remind me he’s mine and I’m his.
“Show me how much you miss my cock, pet,” Pat ordered, sinking his fingers into my hair.
I closed my lips around his glistening tip, swirling my tongue over the pre-cum on his cockhead. He groaned above me, as I easily accommodated his prick. Bobbing my head up and down, I applied slight pressure to his balls, knowing he loved that. It didn’t take long for Pat to tug at my hair and I let him fuck my mouth. Close to bursting, Pat pulled his dick out.
“I need to finish in you. On fours, Jacob, I want to go deep.”
I got into position, noticing Pat grab his trousers. Seeing the lube, I grinned. “I see you came prepared.”
“I don’t like losing. I see what I want, I get what I want. All I ever needed was you, baby.”
Pat positioned himself behind me and I groaned, feeling his slick finger inside me. He curled it, making me gasp as he found my sweet spot. Placing a second in, Pat began to stretch me for his access. After applying more lube inside my opening, Pat gripped my hips and entered me in one thrust. I gasped. Pat sheathed himself all the way in, heavy balls rubbing against my ass. I felt the burn, but knowing he’ll make me fly soon, I willed my inner muscles to clamp around his dick.
“So fucking tight,” he muttered.
“I want to feel you in me, baby. Ride me hard.”
Complying, Pat began to move, strokes slow at first, before he picked up speed. He went faster and deeper. Wanting to hold onto something, I clawed at the floor. Pat had no idea how much I missed this. Each time our bodies joined, I could almost sense his bear, his soul reaching for mine, knowing it was his. Pat reached for my dick, beginning to pump me in tune to his thrusts. He must have changed his angle, because his next thrust hit my prostate. Eyes widening, I whimpered. Pat drove into the spot over and over.
“Come together,” Pat commanded with panting breaths.
He pinched my tip. The pressure in me burst open. He pushed his steel-hard dick into me and hurtled us both over the edge. The room fell away. Waves of pleasure assaulted my body as Pat sent my mind thirty-thousand feet into the air. I sprayed ropes of cum all over his hand and the floor as Pat shot his sticky, warm load into my ass. I wasn’t aware of my knees giving out on me, but Pat swiftly caught me, gently laying me down on the floor.
Pat pulled me close and the warmth of his body manages to chase away the cold of the floor. He pressed his lips to the side of my neck. This time, he called me by my name. Jacob. But Pat had other names for me too—his treasure, his present.
The End
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