Patrick’s POV

My lips pressed against Andrew’s bare shoulder as I kissed and nibbled the exposed skin. My chest pressed as close to his back as I held him in his sleep. I stare at him for a while as I do most mornings when I wake up before him but after a few minutes I allow my hand to come up to shake the shoulder I was just kissing, my hand covering the light marks I had left behind. 

“Babe it’s time to get up, don’t want to waste the weekend away do we,” I asked as his eyes opened grumpily. His eye brows pinch in confusion as his eyes slid over to the empty spot beside him. 

“Where’d Jem go,” he asked as he reached out to spot, no doubt finding the cold sheets under his hand.

“I don’t know. He was gone before I woke up. Probably went back home.” He frowned as he looked back up to me, his eyes full of sleep still but a hint of sadness hid in the back somewhere. 

“Why would he leave without saying anything?”

“Probably just didn’t want to wake you,” I said as I brushed hair out his eye. 

Part of me figured this would happen. Jem would agree to seeing Andrew again, even go as far as to spend the night with him, then when we woke up the next morning he’d be gone and we’d never hear from him again. 

I hadn’t wanted Andrew to know my train of though in case I was wrong but now the look in his eyes told me I probably should have warned him a bit more. 

“Come on, let’s go get ready and I’ll take you out for breakfast, we can go shopping, then we’ll figure out what we want to do with the rest of our day off. How does that sound?”

A faint spark lit up in his eyes but the sadness was still there as he smiled up at me.

“I think breakfast before pants sounds better,” he teased as he pulled the covers off of him before pulling his dirty shirt from last night over his head. I couldn’t but smile at him as I followed his lead to the kitchen. 

“I was wondering when you two would wake up,” Jem’s happy voice said as we rounded the corner. 

He stood in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a fresh pair of pants, a spatula in his hand, and several pans littering the stove with two plates settled at the table. The stitches in his side showing brightly on his still too pale skin. I half expected Andrew to comment that they should be covered to keep infection out but when I look at him to make the teasing remark he was just looking at the flexed back muscles that covered him as he continued cooking as is he didn’t expect either of us to get hung up them. 

“Neither of you used to sleep this long when you were with me,” he teased as he turned around, a teasing smirk on his face. 

“Well it’s easier to get up in the morning when you didn’t have to work the night before,” I said a bit roughly but Jem didn’t seem to care. 

“Grab a plate, all of this is ready so dig in,” he said as he grabbed the almost empty coffee cup at his side. 

“You didn’t have to cook for us,” Andrew said with a sigh but grabbed a plate regardless. “You’re still hurt. How does your side feel this morning.”

“And have you cook? I’m not trying to get poisoned,” Jem teased, easily avoiding the question as he stepped in front of the pans just as Andrew was about to load up his plate. 

“So you make all of this just for us to look at,” I asked as I shot a lazy glare at him. We had been up until late last night and I was starving. 

“There’s a kiss tax. No food until Jem gets a kiss. That’s the rules.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as Andrew leaned in to give the man a gentle kiss on his lips, those soft damn lips. Just as he was about to pull away he grabbed my boyfriend by the chin and pulled him back in, this kiss much harder then the original. Andrew let a small moan past his lips then a whine when Jem pulled away and let Andrew begin getting his food. 

“Your turn,” he said teasingly as he leaned over the bar to stare at me. 

“In your dreams,” I scoffed as I moved around the bar to get in line behind Andrew but Jem quickly cut me off, stepping in front of me with speed he shouldn’t have considering the recent stab wound. 

“I do dream about it, quite often actually. You don’t want to crush my dreams do you Patrick,” he asked with the best pout he was able to manage through the smirk still proudly on his lips. 

“Andrew come get your boyfriend.”

“Come on Patrick, I didn’t take you for a dream killer,” Andrew teased, a piece of bacon dangling from his hand as he stared us intently. 

“I don’t feel like making out with someone I’m not dating.”

“I won’t be making out,” Jem promised as he gingerly reached up to touch my chin. “I’ll settle for a peak for you. Nothing more than a brush of lips. I promise, just enough to give me a little tease.”

“Like I trust anything that comes out of your mouth when I literally just saw you grab Andrew.”

“Andrew’s my boyfriend, I’m allowed to kiss him harder. If it makes you feel better, I’ll keep my hands here,” he said as he planted his hands on my hips. “Besides, I’m weak. You can easily push me away if I try to do anything.”

“Fine, just to get you to stop talking. I’m fucking starving.” I sighed as I stared down at his lips. A brief smile covered them and for a second I think he’s going to lean in but he only stares, waiting patiently. 

He knew what he was doing. Those lips were absolutely sinful and addictive. I’ve missed them for months yet now that they were in front of me, the were the last thing I wanted. I was hoping to manage to keep my distance from him but I should have known better than to think that would last long.

He was trying to tempt me, get me to want him more than he wanted me. It wouldn’t work. I didn’t want him yet it was clear he wanted me, I was already so far ahead on this little game we were playing. If he wanted to play then who was I to back down from the challenge. 

My mouth covers his without a warning. He fakes a rather sinful moan but keeps true to his word to keep his hands on my sides, they tighten their grip as I grip his bottom lip between my teeth before licking at the skin I abused and placing the gentle kiss I promised in it’s wake. 

“Can I have my breakfast now?’’

“I’d definitely say you’ve earned it,” Jem said with a smirk. His hands didn’t leave my side as he moved his hips slightly against mine. I would have thought it was an accident if not for the hard dick pressed against my leg. 

Before I gat the chance to comment on it he releases me from his grip and steps out of my path. I don’t bother looking at Andrew’s surely flushed fast as I grab my food and head to the table, my boyfriend and his partner trailing behind me. 

“So what’s on the agenda today,” Andrew asked, looking at me expectantly. 

“Nothing until Jem gets a plate of his own and starts eating,” I said as I stared as his empty placemat. 

“I’m not hungry,” he dismissed as he picked up his coffee and took a long sip of it. 

“Too bad. I know you didn’t eat much on your trip and you need to regain your strength from almost bleeding to death. You’re eating before we do anything else.”

Jem frowned but didn’t move from his seat. 

“I’ll give you a blowjob when you’re healed if you go get something,” Andrew said with a fresh blush covering his cheeks. He was gaining confidence in the sex department now that we had started fooling around more often but even that was quite bold for him. 

“Well who can deny an offer like that?”

Last updated December 25, 2023