Keeping his promise

[patrick_koster]

Gentle hands moving across his back and while Patrick wills himself to relax, he simply can't get himself to do actually do it. The hands make their way down to his lower back and, just like before, his breath catches in his throat and he can actually feel every muscle in his body tense

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[stormybrendan]

Brendan had just arrived back from the bar when he heard the keys in the door and looked up. When Patrick entered he stood and went to greet him, taking the jacket that was slung over the shoulder, covering the arm that had the pins in it.

"How'd it go? The physio?" It was the last session before Patrick went in to have the pins removed the next day. "They going to be able to keep it up after the operation tomorrow?"

[patrick_koster]

He shook his head. "Not sure how it went, really. Think they're going to get me another physical therapist - said they'd know more tomorrow." Patrick gave Brendan a half-smile. "Apparently they're thinking I'm not comfortable with a bloke having his hands all over me."

[stormybrendan]

Brendan looked at Patrick for a moment. "So they're going to organise a woman?"

[patrick_koster]

Patrick chuckled and gave a small nod. "I suppose, yeah - not that it'll matter much. Reckon it's more about them taking it easy on me, really." He'd thought it over on his way back in the taxi and had realized it was fairly obvious. "Right now it's merely making me uncomfortable, and I hope that'll change after surgery tomorrow," he added quietly, as he made his way to the living room, hoping he'd feel a bit better once he was sitting down again.

[stormybrendan]

"Since you were beaten up?" Brendan asked, thinking of the date and back a month. "Yeah, it has been. What's that mean?"

[patrick_koster]

"That too," Patrick nodded, knowing he was going to have to actually say it out loud. His hand moved down to the side of Brendan's head, his fingers playing with Brendan's earring as he shrugged - and he needed to stop doing that because it really wasn't do his back any favors - and foregoing another attempt at sounding casual, said, "But what I meant was that it's been almost a month since I - since I had a proper hard-on."

Functional dysfunction

[stormybrendan]

Brendan's head jerked up, a frown on his face. He'd not made any attempt to do anything knowing Patrick had been pretty badly kicked about, all over.

"You don't think y' can't, ... do you?" His hand tightened on the other man's thigh.

Re: Functional dysfunction

[patrick_koster]

"I'm not quite sure," he admitted in a quiet voice. "Can't say I've ever had a problem with it before." Even when he'd been beaten up in the past, that had never been an issue and now that it seemed like it was, Patrick didn't know if it was something he'd be able to handle.

[stormybrendan]

The brace on Patrick's arm had been the real impediment, and Brendan groaned softly as he shifted again, dragging himself up a little more. His body was still plastered to Patrick's side, his hips pressing against him. His hand moved to stroke up and down Patrick's chest, slowing as it came close to the wiry curls of his groin, ocassionally dragging his fingers through them.

[patrick_koster]

He moved his hand up to the back of Brendan's head and kissed him, the angle still a little awkward, glancing down at his groin, where his cock still didn't seem to be too interested in the proceedings, Patrick sighed and pressed his lips to Brendan's again. He groaned softly, more than a little frustrated at not being able to do any of the things he really wanted to do right now to ensure that Brendan was getting something out of this even if he himself wasn't able to.

[stormybrendan]

Brendan's fingers brushed across the still limp cock, a little surprised that there'd been no reaction. It gave birth to a small worry at the back of his mind, and he put a little more effort into both his kiss and what his hand was doing. Each of the places he knew Patrick liked, and would react to, was stroked and teased.

[patrick_koster]

Patrick's tongue curled around Brendan's as his hand tightened in the man's hair and he moaned, feeling the slight twitch of his cock at the other man's touches.