Across the Square

Chapter fifteen

Yes, they can

 

 

"I'll see you in the morning then, yeah?" Me and Jerry were sharing a taxi, first dropping him off at home and then it would take me to where Patrick and his 'guys' were. I was excited to see him but nervous to meet the people he worked with. Did they know his preference? Was it going to be weird?



"Of course. Meet me in the car park and we can go for breakfast. Call me later if you want though. I like it when you do. I like hearing about your evening and how I can always hear Ty grumbling away in the background."



"Sure." Jerry got out after kissing me on the cheek, paying his share of the taxi bill and then we were off again. I didn't know the area but I guessed it would take a while with it being rush hour.



I was wrong.



We were there in the space of five minutes and the taxi driver pulled up in a fancy new brick drive way. Patrick was stood waiting for me. Post paying the taxi I was in Patrick's arms. He gave me a quick kiss and then he set me to work finding some spare clothes so I wouldn't mess up my work stuff. Thoughtful... If there was something other than mint green painters pants to wear. When I walked out of the little bathroom I'd changed in, three faces were staring back at me. Patrick and one of the other guys clapped enthusiastically and the other, slightly younger guy started laughing.



"Yeah. You can laugh. You get deep red. A normal colour. I get mint fucking green."



“I bet you're going to give me much more to laugh at by the end of the night, office kid. Bet you're afraid of heights so much that you feel unstable on our little ladders for inside." The guy was covered in white splodges of paint, proving to me that he'd done the job for months, if not years.. And perhaps that he didn't wash his paint clothes too much. Or maybe paint never came out of clothes? I couldn't afford to ruin any of my work attire so mint green from head to toe it was. As he sauntered off up the stairs and out of sight, Patrick eyed the other man who was still stood there. He looked to be around Patrick's age and hopefully less of a dick. At least he hadn't laughed at me yet but I got the distinct impression I was there for their entertainment rather than to actually be of any assistance.



"Back to work, Dave. Stare at him much more and you're going to either freak him out or piss him off." Both, probably. It was highly uncomfortable. Maybe mint green tones turned him on. I'd happily switch outfits with him so he could fondle himself in the damn colour if that's what he wanted.



"Fucking piece of shit roller..." I looked up at the ceiling, mouth slightly open in shock. The rude one sounded like he was having problems. I had a good mind to go up there and laugh at him.



"Why don't you go and help Ian so that he doesn't throw another tantrum and end up chucking things down the stairs like last time?" At that, Dave rolled his eyes and went trudging up the stairs. I could faintly hear him trying to sort something out when Patrick wrapped his arms around my waist, gripping me tightly.



"What? You find this colour attractive or something?"



"Anything would look good on you, I'm pretty sure. Now why don't we get you started downstairs, eh? So you don't have to be around Ian... Because he would watch you like a hawk, waiting for you to make a mistake if I had you up there. He forgets that less than a year ago he came to me, begging for a job, having never held a paint brush in his life. He'd never done a single thing we do on a daily basis. I'm sorry if he upset you. I will... Try to make sure he keeps himself to himself."



"Is that Patrick talk for 'I don't know which way he swings and I don't want him putting his paint covered hands on your ass'?" I had to ask.



"Pretty much, yes." He smiled, though, so I doubted he was too concerned about anything happening.



"Show me what to do. I'm here to help and I will try anything you like. What needs doing?"



I watched him move away from me then and to the wall we were stood in front of. He ran his hands over the surface, taking his time, concentrating so hard. I was almost too afraid to ask what the fuck he was doing. Almost.



"Um.... Patrick?"



"The whole room needed replastering, cupcake. Plaster is wet. Then we had to sand it, which makes it smooth so you can paint on it. I'm just checking to make sure no one missed any rough bits or bumps." He did the same for the remaining three walls in the room before smiling. "Looks like it's good to go. The paint buckets are in the hallway. You want the one labelled Salisbury Stone. You open it, stir it up and pour some out." He lead me into the hall and showed me the things I needed before handing me a roller. "Brand new. Just for you."



He trusted me so much that he bought me a new roller? Surely such things were expensive, right? So I got to work the best I could. The paint buckets were exactly that, just metal. Hauling it up so I could pour some out was a challenge and I heard someone move to stand at the top of the stairs. Without looking up I focused on my job and managed to get the paint in without causing chaos.



"Good job. Bring your stuff in here." Once in the room, Patrick showed me how to do long lengths with the roller, up and down, up and down. "Keep going just like that, gorgeous. I'll be in the next room. You'll be able to hear me and if you want something, just come."



Several hours later and I was covered in paint, working my ass off to get the entire room done. But the corners weren't happy with the roller. I just couldn't get into them enough. Ian and Dave had been messing around upstairs for a while, joking and, from what I could tell, writing rude things on the wall and laughing about it. I wasn't letting it bother me, though I thought twice about calling for Patrick, instead putting my roller down and venturing out of my little safe haven of a room. He was easy to find, stood with a tiny brush, working around a window in what must have been the kitchen.



"Hey, cupcake. How's it going?"



"I've done all the walls, I think." I had no idea. "But I can't get in the corners very well for some reason. Do I need something else?"



"Yeah. We have a teeny, tiny little sponge wheel type thing that is specifically for corners. I'll go find it for you." We went into the hallway and then through to a room that was almost complete, the tool in question laying on a piece of newspaper so as not to ruin the floor. "Here you are." I bent down to pick it up and there was a hard groin against my ass.



"I knew this outfit turned you on. You don't have to hide it from me, darling." I turned and smiled at him, causing him to laugh. But then something stopped him.



"No, do carry on. We're interested to see where this is leading to. We always thought it was weird you didn't join in on pussy chats, Patrick." Um, ew?



"I never joined in because I have no experience with them and thus nothing to say. I assume it would be similar if I struck up a conversation with you about fucking guys, hm?"



"Hey, we didn't mean any harm, Patrick..." Dave was trying to cover up Ian's vulgar language.



"Was just a bit of a shock to first find out you were friends with some younger guy-"



"You make it sound like I'm twelve, Dave. I'm only a couple of years younger than Patrick."



"Yeah, but... We just didn't expect him to have friends who turn up in nice suits. We also didn't expect him to be grinding against nice suit guy ass."



"I'm almost certain it's this dashing mint green outfit he put me in." I smoothed my hands down my front and all three men burst out laughing.



"Yeah, cupcake, that's right. It's the colour of your outfit. Totally not what's beneath it at all." I pouted at that, stupidly thinking Patrick was being serious, which just made him laugh again.



"So how long have you been together? Are you together? Or are you just doing it? I hear a lot of gay guys do that now, huh?"



Me and Patrick stared at Ian in disbelief. Dave elbowed him hard in the side and he grunted, shrugging.



"You fucking moron. Have some manners. You fuck around all the time with different women and you're straight. Does that mean all straight guys sleep around with a different woman every night? No."



"We are together, yes." I nodded, getting a smile from Dave. "We've been together for a short amount of time but I like your boss. A lot."



"Is he the one that bought you that ring you're wearing?" Dave pointed out the ring on my finger.



The one Jerry had bought me.



"Mm, no. Actually, he didn't. Maybe he'll buy me one later..."



"Maybe he will," Patrick put a hand on the small of my back, leading me out of the room and into the one I still needed to finish painting. "But for now, keep your mind on the job for the evening, cupcake."



"Oh. Cupcake, is it? That mean he tastes sweet?" Dave was talking as he was walking back up the stairs and I turned to frown at him as Patrick spoke up.



"I hope you're both done up there soon and not giggling about crap like school girls all night."



The next hour passed in near silence. I was left to work on my corners of the room with the tiny roller and I had only a vague idea of where the others were thanks to occasional noises. One of them used the bathroom, making it sound like there was a waterfall close by. When Patrick came to check on me I was on my hands and knees, trying to carefully get at the bottom of the wall. I felt him stand and watch until I was done and when I lifted my gave up his body and to his face something caught my eye.



"The mint green really does do it for you."



He was silent, gesturing for me to go to him with his finger and I did as I was told, quickly finding his hands on my ass, gripping, pushing our groins together. And the bulge I'd noticed was real.



"Ceiling time, baby."



I stared upwards and wondered how the hell someone managed to paint a ceiling solo. It was... It was above you! Patrick walked me through the first steps that included a thorough roller wash since we would be using a different paint. With fresh paint and clean roller, he did a few strokes over the ceiling to show me. Long and slow again. Didn't seem much different.



"I'm almost done in my room so if you try to find me and I'm not there I'll be upstairs kicking those two up the ass." He kissed me and left, leaving me to start on the my next job.



A whole two hours later, I was finally happy with the quality of my painting for the ceiling. It was tough and I wished to never do it again but I still wasn't totally finished. Upon finding a pair of little steps, I swallowed my fear of falling off and ending up with a paint pot on my head.



"Hey, gorgeous. I see you're getting comfortable around here? That's great. And so is the ceiling from where I'm stood. Maybe I should get you to quit your job in that stuffy office so you can come and work with me full time." His fingers walked up my thighs and I shuddered, trying to swat him away.



"I need to finish this, Patrick. Are you done with your room?"



"Mhm, but I'll go check on those two for a bit. I won't be long." What he really meant was that he was going to tell them to piss off. I could hear everything. He checked on their work and then told them they could both go home early... How me and him would finish off for the night.



"It'll be interesting to see how much work you actually get done tonight between the two of you, office kid." Ian was stood in the doorway, changing out of his work clothes right there in front of me. With only underwear on beneath, I found myself turning back to the ceiling, trying to focus on that and nothing else.



"I'm sure I'll have a better evening than you." I just couldn't keep quiet with him anymore. We weren't going to have sex! We were two professional, mature people and we could restrain ourselves until work was over for the day.



Really.



Maybe.



Five minutes later and I was naked to my waist, my overalls hanging down. Turns out me on the little set of steps meant my crotch was at perfect mouth height for Patrick. There was murmuring about how I'd done such a good job and how I deserved to be rewarded for my efforts and then he was at my dick. He took it slow enough so I could keep working and each time I had to get down and move the steps my balls ached and my groin twitched. This was no reward; it was torture. Half way around the room I felt like I was losing my mind. Soon I'd be seeing his dick everywhere.



"Can't you just do me now and get it over with because I think all the blood is stuck down there now..."



"Just a little more to do and then I'll take you home and fuck you. Nice and hard."



As I was finishing up and getting ready to go he called a taxi and we waited in the driveway, him with an arm around my back, me with my arms around his neck, kissing his jaw. I bet the taxi driver wished he hadn't taken the call when he saw us.



Once we were at his block he attacked my clothes and we somehow managed to get up the stairs with him removing my shirt, kissing all the while. No. It wouldn't be a good idea for me to quit my job and work with him full time. We would never get any actual work done.



His promise of hard sex didn't disappoint as he slammed his apartment door closed behind us and fumbled furiously with my belt and work pants, dragging them off when I'd barely had time to toe my shoes off and nudge them out of the way. With him sucking on my shoulder I unbuttoned his shirt, trying to give myself time to work out exactly what was going on in his mind.



"Leave it. Do the pants."



A little extra thinking time obviously wasn't what he wanted. I left his shirt unbuttoned but on him and watched as his pants and boxers floated down around his legs and to the floor. Off my neck, Patrick looked at me before pressing two fingers against my lips.



"Nuh... No fingers.." Mood ruiner.



"Just fucking suck them." He stared at me hard as I opened my mouth and licked them before closing my lips around them. The deep groan I was rewarded with got the instant attention of my dick. I could see that he was struggling to hoist me up against the door to a better height for access to my ass with just one hand but I closed my eyes and concentrated on the digits within my mouth. He didn't complain or argue over my choice. When I was finally resting on his thighs, back pressed hard into the door, Patrick stopped to watch me and I opened one eye, frowning. Fingers leaving my lips, the frown turned into a scowl.



"Fucking well fuck me then."



He didn't keep me waiting. With his perfected angle he thrust into me in one go, leaving me breathless and able to feel his thighs harden under the strain of keeping us both up and balanced. We were all fingers in hair and digging into hips. His pace was ferocious and I could barely keep up, holding on to him for fear of being fucked through the door and into the hallway. Mrs Bee would scream but it could never top my own when I came, my body vibrating as Patrick continued to pound into me. I could hear him, breathless, repeating my name over and over and I kissed him in response as he came.



Please, please, please. Please do not drop me now.



Instead of dumping me on the floor he moved my arms so I was holding onto him and moved us to the bed.



"Shower, buttercup?"



"Can't move... Can't talk... Can't think... Must sleep..." He laughed as he sorted out the bedding for me but I didn't care. I was going to wake up sticky, dirty and sore, but it was fucking worth it.

 

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