He leaned over and kissed me. As he pulled back, he reached up to run a hand over my sparse hair. “Not sure if there’s enough hair here to split, luv.”
I’d laughed and held my stomach as Cassidy and Mike joined in.
The fond memory faded as quickly as it’d come and I reluctantly broke our kiss because I was finally forced to come up for air. “I could use a break from lifting bundt pans. Why don’t we take this to our brand-new bedroom.”
Patsy grinned at me as he stepped back and took my hand. “Ya have some cracker ideas.” He pulled me out of the kitchen and through our new living room which he’d quite charmingly called a lounge, heading toward our big master bedroom.
While I’d recuperated at his small apartment in Hollywood, Patsy had made good on his promise to buy a house. He’d showered my bed with brochures and floor plans and we’d eventually settled on a newly-built home in a small suburb of L.A. called Moorpark. Though moving there meant a longer commute for Patsy and me, once we’d finally gotten the keys and walked into our gorgeous new living space which no one had ever owned before, we’d felt immediately at home.
One of two master bedrooms was located on the first floor while the other was on the second floor along with two additional bedrooms neither of us knew what to do with. Outside, across the patio and garden, was what the builder had called a mother-in-law cottage. Basically, it was eight hundred square feet of living space including a kitchenette, two bathrooms, and two bedrooms, perfect—Patsy said—for his mom, dad, and a few siblings who’d promised to come over to stay with us after we were all settled in. We’d fallen in love with the house and all its amenities the moment we’d seen it.
“Imagine this place when my mam gets her hands on it,” Patsy said, staring out into the back garden which was currently a large, empty patch of dirt surrounded by four walls. “She’s a keen gardener. I’ll bet we’ll have tons of roses in a couple of years.”
“I want a lot of trellises with grapevines and a vegetable patch,” I said with a grin as I spun him into my arms.
“Easy.” He gingerly rested against my body as I pulled him up against my erection.
“Don’t start. Doctor Wilson said I’d be capable of sex as soon as my stitches healed. I just have to take it easy.”
“And we’ve had sex since ya came home from the hospital.” He smiled, lifting his face for another kiss. I indulged him, taking his lips and kissing him slowly and thoroughly. When I finally broke the kiss, we were both panting.
“Frequent hand jobs don’t count. I need to get inside you again, Patsy.” I looked down at the unmade bed which Napoleon and Rex had wrangled into our bedroom just an hour ago. “We should put linen on the bed. I don’t want to get our new mattress dirty.”
He chortled, making me look up at his dancing eyes. “I don’t count come as dirt, Wes, and I’d be willin’ to bet, no one else will either.”
I frowned, tugging him down onto the soft memory foam mattress I’d insisted we buy before moving. “No one else is going to see it, but I will know it’s there.”
“I’ll get a towel.” He giggled, settling onto the bed at my side, propping his head as he traced slowly down my chest with his free hand. He toyed with the strings of my sweat shorts, loosening them so that he could slide his hand inside to circle my straining erection.
“Ya do want me.”
I nodded. “I’ve been telling you, Patsy.” He squeezed my cock and began to slowly stroke up and down, cutting off any further conversation as he proceeded to drive me crazy. “You need to help me off with these shorts if you plan on riding my cock, babe.”
He smiled, looking slightly innocent as he lifted his eyes and looked at the ceiling. When our gazes connected as he glanced back down, his eyes were filled with lust. “I have a better idea.” He reached for my waistband and drew my shorts down, then sat up on his knees to pull them off, throwing them on the floor. He lifted the hem of my sleeveless tee and pulled it off my head, sending it flying to join the shorts. “Wait right here.”
I watched as Patsy climbed off the bed and went into our en suite bathroom, coming back thirty seconds later, stripped naked, hard cock bouncing as he walked, holding a tube of lube and a towel. He wiggled it in the air as he climbed back on the bed. He rolled to me, quickly slicking my throbbing cock and then rolling away from me to his side as he looked over his shoulder. “Fuck me like this. It’ll be easier for ya.”
“Now you’re the one with the best ideas.” I dropped a kiss on the back of his neck and squeezed some lube onto my fingers so I could prep him. Even though we hadn’t had penetrative sex since that first night together, we’d fingered each other during hand jobs and blow jobs. I was so ready for our long hiatus to be over, but I wasn’t about to hurt him. I leaned away from him, looking down at his gorgeous ass as he pulled one knee up, opening himself for a better angle. I slid slick fingers between his cheeks. We’d agreed to do away with condoms after the hospital had declared my blood tests normal and he’d shown me results from the testing the FBI required as part of their agents’ routine physicals.
“Wesss,” Patsy hissed as I circled his opening several times before breaching it, sliding the first finger halfway in before dragging it out and then back again. “I’ve missed ya so much, mo mhuirnín.”
I kissed the back of his neck again, then ran my lips up to his ear. “I just want to make sure you feel good.” I pressed deeply inside him, working until I found the small nub of his prostate, brushing over it.
“Jaysus!” Patsy trailed off into a litany of Gaelic, none of which I could understand. I concentrated on rubbing over the spot that he obviously loved until he was moaning. I worked him slowly, adding a second finger and then a third until he was rocking back on my fingers. “Now, Wes…get inside me before I come.”
I could hear the desperation in his softly spoken words, removing my fingers and holding his hip as I moved into place. He relaxed back against me as I nudged his tight opening with the head of my cock and pressed against him. “Ready?” I whispered in his ear.
“Pleeease.”
I kissed the shell of his pretty ear and then slowly pressed inside, waiting as his body squeezed around the head while he panted.
“More.”
I pushed in farther, almost unable to bear the heat of his insides as he clenched around me. “So…fucking…tight, Patsy.” I slid as deep as I dared, short of bottoming out then held still, waiting for him to relax so he could take more. The wait was almost unbearable but when I finally felt his muscles relax, I slowly slid all the way in, stretching him wide until I’d bottomed out.
“So big!” he cried. “Oh, God.”
I ran a hand down his scarred back, soothing him before slowly pulling out and then pushing back in again. When I kissed his shoulder, I bit down only enough to take his mind off any residual ache as I began moving in earnest. He was so damned tight and we’d been apart for so long, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. If I had to guess, Patsy was probably feeling equally as pent up as I was.
