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patrick_koster

No more games

Apr 10, 2006 01:45

The game ended ages ago and they're already on their way home when Patrick's still complaining about how on earth the Red Bulls managed to lose three points there. And how on earth Djorkaeff managed not to score at least three times ( Read more... )

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stormybrendan April 10 2006, 00:43:23 UTC

"Aye, with the amount of money they pay for these blokes y'd think a brain would be part of the bargain. But apparently not." He shifted gears, accelerating through a gap in the traffic and out onto the highway. They'd been going to catch the train but figured it'd be just as easy driving and they'd go back to the bar after for a beer.

patrick_koster April 10 2006, 00:49:24 UTC

"Well, they once had one - or some of them. After all some of those blokes played pretty well back home." He shook his head. "It's the fucking Americans that fuck it all up, really - they shouldn't even let some of those wankers onto the bloody pitch."

stormybrendan April 10 2006, 01:10:41 UTC

"Still, what can you expect from a place that uses their hands more than their feet in what they call 'football'!" He chuckled at the memory of the looks on the faces of the crowd near them when Patrick had clearly identified the game they were watching as football, not 'soccer'. Y' can tell the difference, as in this game they use their bloody feet on the ball, hence football!' and much more.

"And what's more, the guys are probably only really playing to the level they're up against. Put 'em on the pitch back home and they'd be playing a different tune I bet!"

patrick_koster April 10 2006, 01:15:47 UTC

"Reckon you're right," Patrick agreed. "That and some of them seem to have forgotten that they're still supposed to be playing - that they haven't retired already. Fuck, I'd have been able to play better than the lot of them and I can't say I'm in very good shape."

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stormybrendan April 12 2006, 09:33:52 UTC

With a snort Brendan slowed and turned the corner, getting into the flow of traffic on the main road toward the bar's location. "Jesus, a pimp hat? God 'elp us!" He shook his head as he glanced over at Patrick. "Like the idea of having y' own 'rent boy', huh?

patrick_koster April 12 2006, 15:36:47 UTC

He thought about that for a brief moment, then shook his head. "Probably not - or at least not in that manner: never been all that comfortable with having to share in the past to be honest. But I suppose having one at my disposal 24/7 wouldn't be half bad. I can definitely see the possibilities there, really."

stormybrendan April 12 2006, 21:42:30 UTC

Brendan's grin broadened. He'd not really warmed to the idea of playing at being 'pimped out' as such, but being a 'personal rent boy' was something else. That, he figured, would be a rather interesting little bit of roleplaying he could do.

He turned into the street where the bar was, reaching for the remote for the garage door.

patrick_koster April 13 2006, 08:39:15 UTC

Patrick allowed his thoughts to wander - and not for the first time - toward some of the fantasies he'd had in the past about this particular subject. Until the account inside of him woke up and reminded him of just how much having a live-in rentboy would cost him. He smirked at himself and shook his head before giving Brendan another sideways glance, absently thinking that the man could probably still pull it off if he wanted to.

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stormybrendan April 16 2006, 11:58:00 UTC

The air huffed out of Brendan's lungs for a moment as Patrick pushed him into the car and the kiss stopped him from filling them properly again. When Patrick stepped back just as suddenly Brendan's lungs were dragging the air in. He lifted his hand to his mouth, running the back of it against his lips lightly as his eyes ran down Patrick's body toward his groin. Leaving them there for a moment, as he started to turn around, only raising them to Patrick's face as he was almost fully turned, Brendan smirked.

"No problem at all," he told the man, moving his feet to give a wider stance. His jeans hugged his hips, and he pushed his ass back with a small twitch. "Like that?"

patrick_koster April 16 2006, 12:08:36 UTC

"Aye," Patrick murmured as he reached around to unfasten Brendan's jeans. "Exactly like that," he added when he'd pulled the man's trousers down over his hips. Resting his hands at the small of Brendan's back before sliding them down to cup his ass, Patrick leaned forward, unable to stop himself from placing a gentle kiss to the back of Brendan's neck.

stormybrendan April 16 2006, 12:20:43 UTC

Brendan couldn't help the small shiver that ran through him at the tender touch in the middle of this 'scene'. Swallowing quickly he opened his eyes and turned his head, hands now on the roof of the car. "Got rubbers in m' back pocket there," he told the 'trick'.

patrick_koster April 16 2006, 12:33:06 UTC

"Of course you do," Patrick smirked as he reached for the man's back pocket. The absent thought of it not being a bad thing to be able to forgo the condoms altogether passed quickly. "Don't suppose you have any lube stashed there as well," he added conversationally as he reached up with one hand, covering Brendan's mouth with it, before pushing two fingers inside, leaving it up to Brendan to provide adequate lubrication.

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stormybrendan April 27 2006, 12:26:52 UTC

Only his eyes gave away the momentary flash of anger that rose from deep inside Brendan. He'd spent way too many years holding back his real feelings when living inside the circle of men who'd been responsible for killing his family. This was child's play in comparison, because one thing he knew was that Patrick wouldn't go too far.

Or would he?

The man he knew had had another 15 years of the world pummelling him, and for a split second Brendan was wondering whether or not that pummelling would be handed on.

"Yeah," he answered with a grunt, quickly covered up with a leer. "Don't damage the merchandise, or you'll have to pay for breakages," he drawled out. His eyes lowered to where Patrick's hand was still down at his crotch and he pushed his hips forward.

"Don't want that now, do we? Much more enteraining and enjoyable when it's all in workin' order now, innit?"

patrick_koster April 27 2006, 12:36:25 UTC

His eyes narrowed slightly but his smirk remained in place as he gave another small shrug and replied, "Perhaps - although I found it rather enjoyable anyway." He gave Brendan's cock another firm squeeze and then withdrew his hand. "But I wouldn't want to keep you from earning your livelihood or anything." He finished his cigarette and threw the butt to the side as he leaned in and kissed Brendan - a gentle kiss, slightly out of character - before taking a step back. "Let me buy you a beer before you really start earning your keep," he said, gesturing at the younger man to follow him.

stormybrendan April 27 2006, 12:49:39 UTC

With a shrug Brendan waited till Patrick had started out, trailing along behind him. He slipped one hand out of his pocket and quickly adjusted himself, tugging on his jeans for a moment. His hand was back in his pocket and his expression nothing but snarky acceptance as they reached the garage door and opened it again.

"Beer sounds good, yeah," he said, waiting for the door to open.

patrick_koster April 27 2006, 17:02:09 UTC

He ignored the small pang of anxiety he felt when the door slowly opened, focusing instead on the man next to him. Giving Brendan a sideways glance, his expression calm to the point of disinterest as he looked the man over, gaze stopping on his crotch for a brief moment.

"Aye - it does," he murmured before looking away again and shoving his hands into his pockets to keep himself from reaching out to Brendan: there would be plenty of time for that later after all. Not like he planned on not letting the man come at all, although that had its appeal - but if he did he was fairly sure Brendan would find a way to get back at him. Which also had its appeal.

He smirked to himself as they headed for the bar, the night was turning out to be far more interesting that the game itself had been.

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stormybrendan April 29 2006, 10:37:00 UTC

Brendan slowly lowered himself to his knees, ignoring the complaints from them after their time on the cold concrete of the garage floor. He waited for Patrick to pull his cock out.

patrick_koster April 29 2006, 10:45:58 UTC

He grinned as he watched Brendan slowly drop to his knees. "No need to rush, mate - I'm the one paying for it after all," he commented sarcastically before reaching down and pulling out his half-hard cock, then reaching for Brendan's head and drawing the man closer. "Go on then - " he added as he pushed the head of his cock to Brendan's lips.

stormybrendan April 29 2006, 11:03:26 UTC

Brendan took Patrick's cock between his lips and held them firm as he pushed them down onto the man's semi-hardon. He mentally tossed up whether to use his hands on Patrick, and decided to. One hand came up to rest on Patrick's hip, the other he used to wrap a finger around the base of Patrick's cock, using it to anchor the man as his head started to move back and forth. His tongue slowly worked up and down the length he had taken in, swirling around the head then rolling and wrapping around the head and shaft. He used it to created a suction on the length he had, glancing up to Patrick's face.

patrick_koster April 29 2006, 11:10:11 UTC

He considered telling Brendan off again for using his hands when he really hadn't asked him to, but changed his mind when Brendan's tongue came out to play. He moaned softly and his fingers tangled themselves around several strands of Brendan's head as he pulled hard once more, his hips surging forward of their own volition. "That's it," he breathed, pulling away just enough to enable Brendan to take a breath before he pushed in again without warning.

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