Patrick was the only one that I could let my guard down with. He was the only person that I could relax in front of and didn’t expect anything from me.
“Patrick,” I murmured.
I leaned forward and crushed my mouth against his. For a few moments, our hands roughly rubbed or squeezed one another’s skin while our tongues moved against each other’s. I was starting to get hard but found it uncomfortable because I was still wearing this damn protective cup from the fight. I pulled my mouth back and leaned my forehead against his. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Everything was finally hitting me. The stress had been real, and it all fell apart on me tonight. I tried to push it away, though, for now.
“Hollis,” Patrick whispered.
“We don’t have much time. My grandparents and Morgan will be here in less than an hour. Come take a shower with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Patrick, in the past month I hardly know whether I’m coming or going. I hardly know what end is up lately. You are the only thing I’m dead sure about.” I pulled my forehead off his and kissed it. “Come take a quick shower with me. Let me get lost with you for a little while.” I swallowed hard and was suddenly nervous that he’d turn me down. “Please, Patrick.”
“Let’s go,” Patrick said as he patted my side.
I took the time during the walk to the bathroom to take a few more deep breaths and get my head screwed on straight. I reached into the shower and turned the handle to the right so the water would begin to warm up. Patrick and I each quickly took our clothes off and then stepped into the shower.
The water was a little colder than I would have liked, but it would warm up quickly. I grabbed the shower gel, poured a bunch onto the sponge, then rubbed the sponge around on my chest. I scrubbed my groin and tossed the sponge on the tiled bench along the back wall of the shower.
I guided Patrick out from under the spray of the water and toward the bench. He propped his foot up on the bench while I lathered my hard dick. I always made sure we either had lube or that I was well lathered so I didn’t hurt him.
I could tell by the way that I was feeling that I really needed to fuck hard. Patrick had taken it roughly from me, but I’d always taken care of him and made sure it wasn’t just always about me. With everything that had been going on, though, I was constantly worried about people thinking about me being selfish. If there was one person that I never wanted to come across as selfish with, it was Patrick.
“Are you sure you want to?” I asked him while I continued to lather my dick.
“Hell yeah.” Patrick leaned forward a bit and put his forearms against the shower wall.
“Seriously, though, I need to go hard,” I warned.
“I’m not moving.” Patrick looked over his shoulder at me. “Go hard, Hollis. Do what you need to. I’m here.”
“Okay, but if it becomes too much—”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll tell you to stop. Come on, Hollis. Give me something good to think about while we’re having dinner with your grandparents.”
I huffed out a laugh and stepped closer to him. I tugged one of his ass cheeks to the side, lined my cock up, and pushed into him. It was all at once, but I had enough control to at least go slow. As soon as I was all the way in, I stood still for a moment. Being in him felt amazing, and he was always what I needed. He was so kind and generous to always give himself to me whenever I needed and wanted.
I took hold of his wet hips and forced everything out of my mind except for Patrick. I poured all my anger, disappointment, fear, anxiety, stress, and sadness into fucking him. For several minutes I fucked him roughly and relentlessly. When I came, I felt an incredible release and purged everything I had been feeling since the last time we fucked. I remained in him but lowered my head to rest on his shoulder. All we could hear was our heavy panting and the water from the shower.
I pried my hand from his hip to wrap it around his shaft. A few long, firm strokes and a slight rub under the head of his dick turned Patrick’s body tight and tense. His head rolled to the side and bumped into mine, and I raised my head off his shoulder to give him some room. He leaned his head back and kept it still against the side of my head and top of my shoulder. Hearing his quiet moans made me smile because I knew he felt good. And with all the shitty experiences he’d ever had with sex, I never wanted a time with me to be terrible.
Within seconds, his ass tightened and pulsated around my cock. He had closed his mouth tightly and tried to keep as quiet as he could. As his chest rose and fell rapidly, I continued to stroke his cock while thick ropes of cum burst from him. I let go of his hip and rubbed my hand around his abdomen and chest while he relaxed. Both of us started to laugh. It was just a chuckle at first, and then it grew in volume. I wrapped both my arms around him and playfully tightened my grip.
“Shh, one of these days they’re going to hear us,” he said quietly.
Sometimes I didn’t think I’d give a fuck if anyone heard, or if anyone saw us together in a way that might make them wonder if there was more to us than eternal friendship. Patrick and I knew we were closer than friends. But unfortunately, the world was an unforgiving place. I didn’t want to share Patrick with the world. People could criticize me or scrutinize me all they wanted, but they had no right to try to hurt or take aim at Patrick. He was mine to protect.
I exhaled loudly before I planted a kiss on the top of Patrick’s shoulder. Recent events had reminded me that I wasn’t that great of a protector, though. I was supposed to protect my family and keep them all safe. Chase nearly killed himself right under my nose. He could have died that day, but Patrick got to him. I kissed his shoulder again as we shared the quiet moment in the shower.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“I always feel better when I’m with you,” I reassured him.
Patrick rarely asked for reassurance, but he needed it. He’d sit and worry or fret for days before he’d ask me something. And buried in the question would be a hidden question that was full of need. My response could either lift him up and relax him or push him further into the dark hole he couldn’t help but visit from time to time.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked in all seriousness. I never wanted to hurt him.
Patrick blew out a laugh and swatted at the air.
