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Adult +
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11
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12
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A Conflict Following a Too-Short Breakfast
A/N: See, I hadn't forgotten; I was just lazy. But here's the next (short) chapter! A new character is introduced. Conflict occurs (for some reason). And I have no idea when the next chapter will be coming along. Also, thanks to all who reviewed; it really motivates me to see (read about) people enjoying my work.
A Conflict Following a Too-Short Breakfast
The next morning, Jim and Patrick sat at the table for breakfast—both of them had to leave soon for work and/or education. They chatted pleasantly about various things, though Jim did his best to tip-toe around anything concerning the day before. “Wait,” Jim said as a thought occurred to him. “Don't you have a dog?”
“Hmm?” Patrick said from the other side of the table. “Where'd you get that idea?”
“I just remembered. I saw you in the park once—you had a dog.”
“Oh,” he said, “that. That would've been my brother's. He was sick and asked me if I'd walk his dog for him.”
“You have a brother?”
“Two, actually. The one with the dog, Sean, lives in the same building as me. Blake, the other one, is up north at college.”
Jim picked up his water and took a sip. “Anyone else I should know about?”
“If you wanted me to introduce you to my family, all you had to do was ask.” Patrick picked up his plate and offered to get Jim's as well; Jim assented.
“Well,” Jim said, “if you want to. . .”
“Is that a yes?” Patrick said with a smirk that said he already knew the answer and was only asking to torment Jim.
“Maybe.”
“As definite as ever this morning, I see,” Patrick teased. “Perhaps you need some coaxing?” As he spoke he returned dishless and advanced upon his prey. Jim did not noticeably resist. From behind he leaned forward and suckled at Jim's throat in a successful attempt to elicit from Jim a moan. He reached his hand around and caressed Jim's chest sensually and carefully. Jim tilted his head upwards to increase the ease of his boyfriend's access.
A beep from the bedroom interrupted their pre-coitus ritual. Patrick rushed over to the bedside table where sat his phone—“Work,” he said. “They need me at the hospital.”
Thus Patrick kissed his boyfriend goodbye and departed. A full fifteen minutes later, Jim decided he had best get going as well; only, his thoughts were jarred by a knocking at the door. “Pat?” the knocker called. “It's Sean; you there?”
Curious, Jim answered the door.
“Hello?” the brother said with confusion plastered on his face—which vanished in a moment when he thought about it a moment. “Jim?”
“You've heard of me, then.”
“Pat is ever so fond of talking about you, after all.”
“If you wanted to speak with Patrick, he left for work a little while ago.”
“Oh, well, do you mind if I come in, anyway?” He entered before Jim had any chance to protest—not that he would have. He was most definitely about to invite him in, but now he felt a certain animosity towards this Sean, caused in no small part by his apparent rudeness. Most certainly not like Patrick. The door now shut and introductions having been concluded in the hallway, the dance with civility commenced. “You're taller than I expected,” Sean said.
“And why do you say that?”
“Because Pat usually prefers the shorter guys. But he's obviously made an exception.”
“Does he now,” Jim said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“The eyes are right, though.”
“Sizing me up, are we?”
“I'm entitled to be at least a little protective, aren't I?”
“I suppose.”
They were both still standing near the entranceway. Sean said: “Would you prefer if we took this to the living room?”
“I'm fine right here,” Jim said rather defensively. “Besides, I was just about to leave for class. . .”
“You're a student, then?” Sean's eyes conveyed quite clearly their owner's amusement.
“Yes, and if you don't mind I really need to get going.” Jim spoke in a somewhat more rushed and hurried fashion than he was normally wont, but the irritation that was Patrick's brother had proven a strain on his civility greater than he could bear—though, a cursory analysis of what had been said revealed none of that. It was all in the subtext, he told himself. However, there was a part of himself that told him he had been perhaps a tad too harsh, but that voice he ignored in favor of the chorus calling for blood and fire and death. They left simultaneously and headed for the elevator, one up and one down. Sean's arrived first, and he left with a courteous, if forced, farewell. Jim's own arrived a moment later occupied by a visibly pregnant woman in her late thirties and what appeared to be her son—scratch that, husband or lover, given the affectionate, ahem, kissing. But god, he couldn't be older than twenty. The ride down, then, was horribly uncomfortable for Jim, though the other two seemed quite pleased by their ability to so discomfort him. They all three of them exited on the first floor and headed outside; the couple, however, waited for a taxi. Jim walked.
A Conflict Following a Too-Short Breakfast
The next morning, Jim and Patrick sat at the table for breakfast—both of them had to leave soon for work and/or education. They chatted pleasantly about various things, though Jim did his best to tip-toe around anything concerning the day before. “Wait,” Jim said as a thought occurred to him. “Don't you have a dog?”
“Hmm?” Patrick said from the other side of the table. “Where'd you get that idea?”
“I just remembered. I saw you in the park once—you had a dog.”
“Oh,” he said, “that. That would've been my brother's. He was sick and asked me if I'd walk his dog for him.”
“You have a brother?”
“Two, actually. The one with the dog, Sean, lives in the same building as me. Blake, the other one, is up north at college.”
Jim picked up his water and took a sip. “Anyone else I should know about?”
“If you wanted me to introduce you to my family, all you had to do was ask.” Patrick picked up his plate and offered to get Jim's as well; Jim assented.
“Well,” Jim said, “if you want to. . .”
“Is that a yes?” Patrick said with a smirk that said he already knew the answer and was only asking to torment Jim.
“Maybe.”
“As definite as ever this morning, I see,” Patrick teased. “Perhaps you need some coaxing?” As he spoke he returned dishless and advanced upon his prey. Jim did not noticeably resist. From behind he leaned forward and suckled at Jim's throat in a successful attempt to elicit from Jim a moan. He reached his hand around and caressed Jim's chest sensually and carefully. Jim tilted his head upwards to increase the ease of his boyfriend's access.
A beep from the bedroom interrupted their pre-coitus ritual. Patrick rushed over to the bedside table where sat his phone—“Work,” he said. “They need me at the hospital.”
Thus Patrick kissed his boyfriend goodbye and departed. A full fifteen minutes later, Jim decided he had best get going as well; only, his thoughts were jarred by a knocking at the door. “Pat?” the knocker called. “It's Sean; you there?”
Curious, Jim answered the door.
“Hello?” the brother said with confusion plastered on his face—which vanished in a moment when he thought about it a moment. “Jim?”
“You've heard of me, then.”
“Pat is ever so fond of talking about you, after all.”
“If you wanted to speak with Patrick, he left for work a little while ago.”
“Oh, well, do you mind if I come in, anyway?” He entered before Jim had any chance to protest—not that he would have. He was most definitely about to invite him in, but now he felt a certain animosity towards this Sean, caused in no small part by his apparent rudeness. Most certainly not like Patrick. The door now shut and introductions having been concluded in the hallway, the dance with civility commenced. “You're taller than I expected,” Sean said.
“And why do you say that?”
“Because Pat usually prefers the shorter guys. But he's obviously made an exception.”
“Does he now,” Jim said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“The eyes are right, though.”
“Sizing me up, are we?”
“I'm entitled to be at least a little protective, aren't I?”
“I suppose.”
They were both still standing near the entranceway. Sean said: “Would you prefer if we took this to the living room?”
“I'm fine right here,” Jim said rather defensively. “Besides, I was just about to leave for class. . .”
“You're a student, then?” Sean's eyes conveyed quite clearly their owner's amusement.
“Yes, and if you don't mind I really need to get going.” Jim spoke in a somewhat more rushed and hurried fashion than he was normally wont, but the irritation that was Patrick's brother had proven a strain on his civility greater than he could bear—though, a cursory analysis of what had been said revealed none of that. It was all in the subtext, he told himself. However, there was a part of himself that told him he had been perhaps a tad too harsh, but that voice he ignored in favor of the chorus calling for blood and fire and death. They left simultaneously and headed for the elevator, one up and one down. Sean's arrived first, and he left with a courteous, if forced, farewell. Jim's own arrived a moment later occupied by a visibly pregnant woman in her late thirties and what appeared to be her son—scratch that, husband or lover, given the affectionate, ahem, kissing. But god, he couldn't be older than twenty. The ride down, then, was horribly uncomfortable for Jim, though the other two seemed quite pleased by their ability to so discomfort him. They all three of them exited on the first floor and headed outside; the couple, however, waited for a taxi. Jim walked.