Across the Square

Chapter Thirteen

I don't need diamonds

 

“Ice cream?” Patrick was stood in loose shorts and a shirt, barefoot in my kitchen.



“Should maybe eat dinner before dessert, Patrick. I think that's how it's meant to go anyway. Don't you think? You wanna cook today?”



“No. I wanna eat ice cream off your ass today.” Well that certainly meant no cookie and minimal clean up for me.



“Pizza then?” When I looked up Patrick had already found the take out menus and was flicking through them.



“What takes your fancy? Spicy? Three chilli pepper spicy?”



“I don't like spicy anything. If you want spicy, get half what you want, half what I want. I won't manage a full one myself. Chicken, mushroom and sweetcorn for me, if you would be so kind, darling.”



“Since when did you call me darling, baby?” I couldn't help but laugh.



“Since when did you call me baby?”



He chose not to answer, instead calling for a pizza and lounging beside me on the sofa. The pizza came and was devoured in a few short minutes, then I found his hands on me, still ever so slightly sticky from being licked and sucked clean. He nudged his nose against my collarbone and I grunted.



“I think there's a saying that you shouldn't fool around with someone else when you've just eaten...” Not that I was pushing him off.



“That's swimming.” He licked a trail up my neck and to my earlobe, suckling on it

.

“Aha. You're a smart man.” But one that was making my stomach flutter... And it didn't feel good with so much pizza inside.



“You're making my tummy feel funny, Patrick.” I put a hand on my stomach and grimaced, trying to settle it down as best I could by shuffling, laying my legs out straight so I wasn't scrunched up.



“Isaac.” His tone of voice forced me to look up at him, frowning. “C'mon, have sex with me.” He pawed at my chest, pouting as hard as he could, knowing it had worked well so far.



“But my stomach goes all swishy-swishy when I move.”



“So don't move.” He was persistent, you had to give him that. We'd been alone – or should I say Jerry had been on holiday – for over a week now. No word from him. The promised present hadn't turned up yet. Every morning I'd go down and across the square to my mailbox and there would be only crap leaflets. No parcel. Not even a hint. And every morning Patrick would follow me out and turn me around, stopping me from staring into my mailbox, pulling me close and holding onto me until he decided I was calm enough again. After that we generally parted ways, me to my car and him to his fancy bicycle. And off to work we went.



He was back before me more often than not and now had his own key to my place and vice versa. It was nice to know I would be able to go home to someone and they would be there, all smiles, happy to see me. Plus, Patrick liked to cook a fair bit so it was handy as well as comforting. We hadn't really spent a great deal of time at my place but over the past couple of days he had found an interest in having sex in the different rooms of our homes. The living room floor was still up for grabs but I doubted it would be for much longer. He didn't like to keep me waiting.



“What exactly do you have in mind?” I was trying to act casual but we both knew already that it rarely worked. I just couldn't pull it off.



When he didn't answer I looked about for him and found him yanking pillows off of the sofa before he attacked my pants, dragging them from my legs. The pillows were wedged between my back and the floor and Patrick was stepping out of his own underwear. But my new found position with my hips higher than my head was making it feel like my stomach, weighted with food, was slipping closer and closer to my mouth. I could give it a try, right? As he eased into me, I squeezed my eyes shut.



“Stomach squiffy?” He knew me too well to think for a second that I was in pain.



“Ugh... Yeah.. It feels like my pizza is coming back up..” He pouted down at me again.



“We could try slow for a change?” For that I had to whack him on the arm.



“We often do it slow. I happen to like slow. We had slow only last night.” By the stupid grin on his face I figured he was just trying to annoy me or... Fill me with passion, as he'd taken to calling it. He moved, slow and sensual, leaning over me and kissing me before lifting my legs up so I could hook them over his shoulders. But that was the point where I felt I was seriously about to throw up.



“Ep, ep, ep!” I shook my head, putting my hands out to his chest, trying to stop him from moving me about more.



“Ep? What the hell is ep? You got your own language now?” But when he saw my paling face he slid from me and slowly lowered my legs. “Not good, huh?” He crawled up me and kissed my stomach in a way that made my groin ache and my cock twitch hard against his arm.



“Such a dick. You know I like that.”



“Harsh words, harsh words.” But he kept kissing around my navel and lower.



“Get the fuck up and off me.” As soon as he had done as he was told I got up and dragged him by the hand to the small kitchen table I had, yanking out a chair and shoving him down on it. It was the only thing I could think of. I couldn't make it to the bedroom and at least this way I didn't have my ankles over my head.



I sank down into his lap and he stroked my hips and around to my behind with his fingers, simply waiting. Angling things just right, he was back inside me, all the way, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, simply trying to enjoy the moment.



“I love being like this.” His words were breathed against my shoulder before his lips touched skin, nibbled kisses working up my neck as I tilted my head to one side.



“Heh, so you don't love me just yet then?” I should have been more careful with my words, huh? He stopped his affections to my neck and put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back from him just enough so he could get good eye contact with me.



“Don't you ever think that I don't love you. You understand? Never think things like that, not even for a second.” As we stared at each other, him scowling at me, me wide eyed at him, I wondered what the hell he was on. We'd never told each other that we were in love. But maybe he just meant love on another level? Was it a bit risky asking him to explain himself while he was in me? If I pissed him off too much he could do a great deal of damage if he got up too fast without thinking.



“I didn't mean to... Whatever the hell I did. But you might want to explain yourself a bit more.”



“Do you think I don't love you?” Did I? I thought he liked me... I thought he liked having sex with me and being in my company but like and love were miles apart.



“Are you talking about love like... Like you love spending time with me?” He grabbed the tops of my arms, holding them tight enough to certainly get my attention.



“I'm talking about how I'm falling in love with you.”



When I pushed back with force, slamming chest into chest, mouth to mouth, I felt his dick twitch inside me and couldn't help but smile. Why couldn't he just say things in a normal way like most people? He could have written it down or sent a message instead of waiting until I got confused. I suppose you can't get more romantic than telling someone you're falling in love with them while you're inside them... In my book, anyway.



“I take it you're happy with my peculiar announcement?” He spoke up only once I'd started moving, trying to keep things sedate so as not to upset my stomach even more. I nodded with enthusiasm at his question, kissing him again even harder than before. “Got anything to... Mm... Say back?”



“I... I'm falling in love with you too.” It felt so nice to say it out loud even though I'd been thinking about it for a good couple of days. It was amazing to think of how far we'd come in our relationship with just several days alone.



With that he wrapped his arms around me, locking his hands behind my back and making me groan as he licked over my collar bone. I heard something behind me but took no notice, kissing Patrick's shoulder hard as my movements became more energetic and when Patrick paused for a moment I just gave him a good, hard prod.



“Hey, Isaac... Patrick.” What great timing Jerry always had.



“Hey.” Me and Patrick both spoke at the same time, both panting, Patrick keeping me moving as Jerry dumped a bag down on the floor and quickly closed the door, moving over to us. When he crouched down and kissed me fully on the mouth I couldn't keep my groan quiet, but something interesting happened. While Patrick kept me moving, he also gave a small grunt and moan and I could feel him watching. So he really did have a thing for watching me with Jerry.



The moment Jerry let me go Patrick was moving my head so he could kiss me roughly, thrusting his hips up hard as he came, muttering my name under his breath. As he calmed down he quickly took me in hand and I followed him over the edge shortly after, gasping against his skin, my cheek pressed against his chest.



“Looks like I missed a lot, hm? When did this start?”



“A while ago. Didn't know you were coming back anytime soon...” It was Patrick talking, all while stroking my hair, waiting for me to calm down.



“Yeah... Ty didn't really tell me what was going on that much but he got an urgent call from work so we had to come back early.”



“You could have fucking called, dick head.” I snorted and turned my face away from Jerry. I wanted to hold on to Patrick forever.



“I could have done, yes, but whenever I thought about picking up the phone I was worried I would be interrupting something important-”



“You weren't worried about interrupting something important just now since I don't recall hearing my buzzer or a knock on my door. Don't make shit up. You couldn't be bothered. Whatever. I don't care. Go away. I wanna sleep.” Maybe I was being a bit of a dick but he'd started it and so I had every right to be a pain in the ass right back at him.



“Isaac,” Patrick stroked my hair softly, kissing me when he lifted my head. “Let him explain himself, and then if you're still not happy we'll kick him out and go to bed, okay?”



I pouted up at him but eventually nodded, turning my sights onto Jerry, scowling over at him.

“Right, well.. thanks for that, Patrick... Ty took me on a holiday so out of the blue for a couple of reasons, I guess. He was given a pay rise in his job so he wanted to celebrate and take me someplace special. We didn't go too far away. The other thing was that, well, he proposed to me.”



Patrick had to hold me close so I wouldn't topple over and fall on my ass on the cold tiles of my kitchen.



“We're not really on talking terms right now due to my response to his proposal.”



“Oh really? You didn't collapse into his arms and beg him to do you right there and then to celebrate? You seem keen on the whole celebration experience these days so why not?” It had pissed me off, yes. Why wouldn't it? Him getting married surely meant I would lose him. I wasn't ready for something like that; something so final.



“Isaac, cupcake, maybe we should reschedule this conversation to another time?”



“It wasn't scheduled at all! He just wanders in, uninvited, unannounced, and throws crap at me when we were busy!” I struggled to get off of Patrick, stomping my way to the bathroom.



“I think maybe you should go, Jerry. Isaac isn't going to take anything else you have to say very well so... Yeah. You could call later maybe, I don't know. You should know him better than I do.” I could hear Patrick talking to Jerry in the kitchen still and was thankful that he was trying to get him to leave.



“I got a call from the mail people saying they couldn't deliver the package for some reason. I think Mrs Bee has been doing something weird with the mail boxes around here recently so I got told to pick it up again...”



“What's your point, Jerry? Isaac went down to that damn box daily, every morning, looking for your present and I had to watch as his excitement began to fade and turn into worry and sadness. Having seen what he's like when you shut him out of your life, I'm not sure I want you around him anymore-”



“You're saying you're going back to the 'me or him' state of mind?”



“Maybe. Maybe it's for the best for everyone.”



“Ty... Is on your side then.” Jerry's voice sounded odd.



“He told you to choose?”



“I told him I couldn't marry him like he wanted because I was also in love with Isaac. He got mad and when he finally spoke to me again he said that I had to choose, once and for all.”



“I will try and fix things between you and Isaac and you and Ty, okay? But for now, you should go..”



“Can I leave the present?” Jerry sounded wary, worried of upsetting Patrick and I wondered how angry Ty had really become.



“Depends what it is.”



“A ring.”



A ring. A ring? Like one that goes on your finger? My curiosity was sparked into life.



“A ring?” Yeah, you ask him Patrick!



“To show my commitment to him. I really would like to leave it. So he can see it and maybe realise how much I do love him.”



“Leave it on the side, okay? I'll make sure he knows it's there.” Patrick gave a heavy sigh and opened the door for Jerry, closing it shortly after.



“Cupcake?”



“Mm?”



“You going to have a shower? Would you like company?”



“Mm.” He turned up at the bathroom door and took me into his arms, leading us into the shower. When the water was turned on it poured a cold rain over me and he kissed me as it turned warmer. There was little soap involved for a while but eventually he decided to let me go in order to smear frothy bubbles down my ass.



“You heard him, right?” I looked up at Patrick with a frown, his hands in my hair, gently massaging shampoo down to my scalp. “About what he got you?”



“A ring...” I didn't know what to think on the subject still, other than how everyone had such shit timing these days.



“Do you wanna see it?” I eyed him carefully, squeezing one eye shut and making him smile.



“Have you seen it already? Did you peek inside the bag while I wasn't looking or something?” He put his hands on the sides of my head, tilting me back in order to rinse my hair.



“No. I haven't looked. It's your present and it sounds so... Intimate. I didn't want to pry. It's between you and Jerry. I did, however, tell him he should call later when you've had a bit of time to calm down-”



“I have nothing to calm down about. I'm perfectly calm.”



“Isaac... Don't try lying to me. You're not fine about it at all. Ty asked Jerry to marry him. But Jerry said no to Ty, risking losing him totally and now we're all in a bit of a pickle and I'm going to have to try sorting it out again, aren't I?” I shrugged, pouting as he finished off my hair. “It's a simple question, Isaac. Do you want to see it or not?” Damn it, I did.



“But...”



“But what?” He was leaning back against the tiles as I stroked my hands over his chest. He looked happy right then with his eyes closed, warm and close to me. I wondered if I was about to ruin that happiness.



“What happens if I see it and I feel like... Wearing it?” He opened his eyes at that. “I heard what you said. You said you were thinking about making me choose. That sort of suggests you have changed your mind about sharing.” Hell, I felt like such a dick.



“If you feel like wearing it then you should and you should do it with pride. You're in love with a man that gave you something physical to show your connection to him.” He held my face softly in his hands then, staring down at me, pulling me between his legs and I nearly slipped on the tiles. “I didn't mean what I said. I did it to scare Jerry into rethinking his manners around you. I don't like seeing you hurting and it was caused by him so he deserved a little shock.”



“Little shock? He's probably pissed himself. I've got a good mind to go check outside my door incase there's a puddle there!”



Out of the shower I let Patrick rub me dry before I walked barefoot to the kitchen, finding the bag on the floor where Jerry had left it. It was still wrapped for the mail and I had to hack away at brown paper, tape and bubble wrap. When I opened the box I collapsed down onto the floor, wincing as my balls felt squished. But the ring took my breath away. A simple brushed gold band with a white gold, thinner strip in the middle running all the way around.



“It's very pretty.” I looked up to find Patrick knelt down behind me, setting a kiss on my shoulder.



“Yeah... It is.”



“Why don't you try it on instead of gawking at it like a weirdo?” I turned to scowl at him but when I caught sight of him smiling I changed my mind, easing the ring from the box. It fit perfectly on the ring finger of my right hand and I sighed. Something within me felt complete. Only a small part; nothing close to everything, but it was a start.



“Gorgeous ring for a gorgeous man. Maybe I should get you something too... I don't want to feel left out any time soon.”



I turned and clambered into his lap, making him sink properly to the floor.



“You know it doesn't change anything between us, right? What I said earlier is still true. Nothing between me and Jerry will ever change that. If Jerry asked me to marry him, I would say no, just like he said no to Ty, just like I expect he would say no to me.”



“And what if I asked you to marry me?” He took a light hold of my left hand, kissing it softly, so gentleman like I was left clueless. He just smiled and nodded, taking me into his arms again for what felt like the millionth time that day already. But I wasn't complaining.

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Author notes: I can be found on Facebook at Alinna Words for updates notices of all current and upcoming stories.

Thanks you to my beta, MissusAnn (fp).

Eroburn: I'm... cough... Not really much of a... Yeah.... But I researched Isaac's ass situation and found that there is a fair bit of conflict between what people think. It seems a great many people who have anal sex regularly would be able to handle no lube... And Isaac has sex a lot! XD Thanks for reviewing.

Lisa: Let's have a little more dancing around the inevitable 'please Ty, let us all be one big weird family!' because you can't ever have too much fo that. But after this chapter, do you really see Isaac living without Jerry at some point? Thanks for reviewing.

Sarkukka: Isaac x Patrick is nice, I agree. So here's some more :D Thank you for reviewing.