No more games

[patrick_koster]

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

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[patrick_koster]

When he moved his hand up Brendan's cock again, he deliberately squeezed hard at its base, not wanting Brendan to come just yet. His own cock hardening with every passing second, Patrick continued to work his finger in and out of the other man, before pulling out all the way and replacing it with two fingers instead. Delivering another, less gentle bite to Brendan's neck he pushed both fingers in all the way to the second knuckle and then curled them, not moving his hand away from the base of Brendan's shaft as he did.

[stormybrendan]

Brendan was almost relieved at the pressure. The movements of Patrick's finger in and out combined with the stroking had driven him close, quickly. As both digits were inserted he pushed back again as the pain rippled out from his neck. A small grunt and momentary wince were quickly replaced with the deeper moan that rumbled up from his chest.

[patrick_koster]

"Hold on there," Patrick breathed as he released Brendan's cock and stepped away to retrieve both condom and lube, not for the first time thinking that he'd not mind doing without but he quickly pushed that thought aside as it only led to thoughts he'd much rather forget. "Just a little longer."

Instead of slipping the condom on, Patrick's hand once again found its way to Brendan's ass, briefly sliding down further, cupping the man's balls and then squeezing gently, knowing this wouldn't help Brendan to hold on. He didn't want to push the man over the edge yet and so he moved his hand back up, only to - without warning - push three fingers in and looking down just to see how Brendan's body would stretch and accept them.

[stormybrendan]

"Uhh!" The gasp was more from surprise that anything else. The sudden intrusion, the thickness, was quickly adapted to. Hips canted back and a foot shuffled further to the side as his hand reached back and around Patrick's waist. It fumbled for a moment, twisting and reaching, trying to find Patrick's shaft.

[stormybrendan]

Turning his head again, under Patrick's guidance, Brendan returned the kiss, to Patrick's temple. He wasn't sure what Patrick wanted, or expected next, so he edged his ass back until he could feel Patrick's erection pressing into his butt.

[patrick_koster]

Patrick groaned, sliding one arm around Brendan, pulling the man's body flush against his own and pushing his hips forwards almost automatically, searching the friction this would create. He muttered a curse and shook his head, eyes fluttering closed as he tried to remember what was next. Condom. Another soft curse and he forced himself to open his eyes again and remember where he'd left the bloody thing. Once he remembered his smile was almost one of relief and he pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of Brendan's mouth before reaching for the foil packet and glancing at Brendan. "Bed."

[stormybrendan]

With a simple nod of his head Brendan took the steps to cover teh distance between himself and the bed, stretching out on it once he'd stripped the covers back. He rolled on his stomach, then propped himself up on his side with his leg bent up. Holding his head up on his bent arm he looked up at Patrick and waited.

[patrick_koster]

As Brendan walked over to the bed, Patrick took off his shoes and socks, sliding his trousers down over his hips just as Brendan arranged himself on the bed. If this had been a real trick he never would've considered getting undressed - for far too many reasons

[stormybrendan]

"Genetics? What the hell's genetics got t' do with whatever it is that's hurt y'? And why y' suddenly worried y' gonna hurt me?"

He pushed Patrick's shoulders back a little more, trying to see something, anything when he looked into the man's eyes. His worry now sounded in his voice and his concern reflected in his movements.

"It's bullshit, 's what it is! One minute y' fine and the next y' going all miserable and worried? What happened, Patrick?"

[patrick_koster]

"Aren't I always miserable and worried?" Patrick asked in a tired voice as he shifted, trying to avoid Brendan's gaze. "I don't know what happened, mate," he whispered after a moment's hesitation. "This just made me realize I'm not - that I can't be who I once was. Not that I don't want to try, I just - just can't."

[stormybrendan]

"What the hell y' talking about?" His voice softened a little, though still riddled with concern. "Y' Patrick, and we all change." He swallowed after saying that, knowing full well it applied to him only too well.

"And who's t' say the changes ain't been for the better, anyway, hey?" He still wasn't convinced he understood what was going on in Patrick's head, but he wasn't about to try and psychoanalyse whatever it was, as he was feeling right out of his depth.

"Y' never were one for putting y' heart on your sleeve," he added. "And I cn see a few changes yeah, but there's stuff still the same, stuff I hadn't even understood before."

[patrick_koster]

"A few changes?" he asked softly as his eyes glanced over to Brendan's face only to look away almost immediately. "Because I keep telling myself that nothing changed - that whatever happened, doesn't matter anymore. That it is over, dealt with." He shrugged helplessly and then for the first time really looked at Brendan, searching the other man's face as he asked, "What's changed for the better then, Brendan?"