Come Back To Me

Patrick moaned desperately as someone sucked him off. He couldn't remember better head in his life. Just as he was about to explode the mouth was removed effectively making him cry out at the loss. He didn't have to wait long though as his hips were straddled and earth shattering pleasure engulfed him. Thrusting erratically lips met lips. Just as he exploded he caught a glimpse of his lover and was overcome with love for him.

//

Patrick shot up in bed, sweat dripping off his forehead. He turned to look at his girlfriend who was still asleep next to him. What had he just felt? It was love, and judging by the stickiness of his boxers, passion so strong it made his whole body tingle. Yet what freaked him out the most was that the person he had felt it with was a man whom he was sure he'd never even met. What caused that? He had never in his life even thought of a man that way before, and yet here he was having the most amazing wet dream about a stranger.

He shook his head and went to the dresser so he could change his boxers. He looked over at the girl in his bed and frowned. Why hadn't he dreamt about her? He always had in the past. He shook his head and resigned himself to thinking about it in the morning. After changing he slipped back into bed and fell asleep once again.

The next morning he found himself daydreaming as he stared into his coffee cup.

//

He carefully carried the tray into the room setting the breakfast in front of his charge.

"Anything else you'll be requiring sir?" He asked looking at the young man carefully.

"No thank you Luke that will do." He said as he took as sip of the coffee that had just been brought to him. He looked at the paper with interest. The young man ate slowly and conscientiously displaying well-honed manners as Patrick waited in silence.

"I'm done now Luke if you would please take it away."

"Of course sir." Patrick said taking the tray, as he looked at the plate he smiled. The remaining food had been arranged so it spelled out I love you. He looked at it once more before throwing it away.

//

Patrick snapped back to reality as a hand was waved in front of his face.

"What was that about Patrick I've been talking to you for like five minutes now?" Marissa said concerned.

"Oh I was daydreaming, sorry babe." He said and kissed her on the cheek. He had been daydreaming about waiting on the same guy he'd dreamt about last night. What was going on? He didn't understand why this same person kept popping into his subconscious in such an odd manner.

"What did you want?" He asked pouring his coffee out, as he had suddenly lost his taste for it.

"To know if you'd made reservations for Friday night or not." Marissa said and smiled.

"Yeah I did at that new place you've wanted to go to. The expensive one?"

"Renari!" She yelped excitedly.

"Yeah that's it."

"Oh my God! I love you!" She screamed and threw her arms around him as he laughed.

"Yeah, yeah I know. Now get to work or you'll be late." He said eager to have some time to himself so he could try and figure out what was going on.

"You're right, but I'll see you tonight." She said grabbing her briefcase and kissing him quickly before dashing out the door.

Patrick stood up and found himself heading back into the bedroom. He should be going into work himself, he had a lot to do today, and yet here he was crawling back into bed. What was coming over him? He wasn't sure he wanted to know but one thing he did know he had to get out of bed and get going or he'd never get past these dreams.

//

"My father's left on a trip to the city and he'll be gone for a week. I suppose he's left you in charge." Philip said standing in the doorway of the servant's quarters.

"Yes sir, he's taken my father with him and they decided to leave me in charge. Does this displease you?"

"No. I was just curious. Perhaps we could take this time to get to know each other better."

"Sir, I am below your stature."

"Listen to me Luke, you are below no one, and don't let anyone say otherwise. Besides your father and mine are good friends so there is no harm in us becoming good friends as well." Philip said and Luke smiled.

"As you wish sir."

//

Patrick awoke with a start and shook his head. He should have never gotten back into bed like that; it was like he was asking for it. Sighing he pushed the covers back and stood up determined to figure out what was going on in his head. Needing an escape he picked up the journal Tim had given him and opened it up carefully not wanting to damage the old book. At first the entries were pretty boring. I spent the day with blah, blah, blah, played tennis, blah, blah, blah. The kid was your typical rich kid. He didn't even mention anything of worth until the journal came to June. That’s when this kid said that his father was going away for the week and leaving some servant named Luke in charge. Patrick set the book down at that one, thoroughly shaken. Had he not just had the same thing happen in his dream? That boy who was fast becoming the star attraction in his subconscious had come in and said that his father was gone for the week and had left Patrick in charge. It had to be a coincidence, he'd probably read it when he was flipping through the journal the night before and that's why he dreamt it. That had to be it, it wouldn't be the first time he'd dreamt himself into a book. He smiled remembering his brief dream stint as Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. Chuck had made a convincing Toto in those dreams and his seventh grade math teacher as a flying monkey wasn't something he'd ever forget.

Smiling he stood up and poured himself a cup of coffee laughing at his craziness. Dreaming himself into a journal was a new low for him. Finishing the coffee he went to go get ready so you could go over to the jewelry store and get the necklace for Marissa.

//

"Tim ol' buddy ol' pal. I come baring Pixie Stix!" Patrick called coming into the store startling a young customer browsing through the Science Fiction section.

Science Fiction happened to be filled with children's books. Tim said that all children were aliens sent here to take over the world and if he put their instruction manuals under Science Fiction that they'd make him a leader in their new world order. So Patrick apologized and wished the kid good luck with taking over the world before wandering through the stacks to find Tim. He found him in Religion reading some Tom Clancy novel and mumbling to himself about how the man should be worshiped. Patrick took the long Pixie Stix tube from behind his back and went to the aisle directly behind Tim and stuck it through the shelves. He hit Tim hard on the head and then pulled the tube back.

"What the... Baker if you value your life you will hand over the giant Pixie Stix."

"Idle threats I tell you." Patrick laughed but came around the corner and handed over the candy anyway.

"I thought I said Pixie Stix AND Starbucks."

"Yeah well I'm out of cash right now. I've just come from the jewelry store."

"Ah yes Tim four Patrick zero. Right?"

"Shut up loser. Four? What's the fourth?"

"1. Restaurant 2. Present 3. Flowers 4. Books."

"Oh yes how could I forget the almighty Tim helped me stock my shelves."

"Yes. I even helped you maintain the all hail Lord Clancy mentality."

"I took his books out of Religion."

"You dare question the Clancy power?!"

"Uh, yeah. Listen Tim, I have a question. What else do you know about that journal?"

"Not much, why?"

"Nothing it's just extra juicy it's got me curious."

"Curious like 'Wizard of Oz' curious? You found out everything you could about those books all because of some stupid dreams. Oh no, more dreams?"

"Shut up Timothy."

"Oh big name, I hit the nail on the head."

"So? It means I like it ok? And I'm not obsessed this time."

"Yeah and I'm the pope."

"You think that the pope is a puppet of the political powers of the Republican party and that he is trying to keep people from realizing that Tom Clancy is God and Martha Stewart is the devil."

"That's my point!"

"Why do I argue with you? It's pointless."

"You're a glutton for punishment. So what's the deal with the journal? Good...bad?"

"Boring at first, basic spoiled rich kid, then when I finally started getting to the good part I had to go."

"Patrick Baker put down a book? Is the world ending? Oh God no! People go home to your families we're all going to die." Tim yelled franticly. Patrick looked down the aisle on earlier side and noticed with a laugh that the customers hadn't even batted an eye they were so used to Tim.

"Shut up I had a lot to do and it's not like I've never set down a book before."

"It's rare, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

"Oh gee thanks. Love to sit and chat with you but I have my own store, and I have work to do there."

"Oh bitch, please you'll be here every day."

"Bye Tim!" Patrick called over his shoulder as he walked away.

"You love me!" Tim called before shaking his head and returning to his book. Patrick just smiled but once he got to his car the smile dropped from his face. As he got in he knew he wasn't going to his store like he needed to, he was going to go home to read more of that book no matter how much it scared him.

// The Next Afternoon //

Patrick looked at the date at the top of page and sighed. He didn't know what he'd be getting himself into by reading this journal but he did know that if he didn't start reading again it would eat away at him until it drove him nuts. 'June 3, 1901 here I come' he thought finally allowing his eyes to travel down the page.

//

"Luke please just sit with me for a moment." Philip asked so emphatically that Luke slipped into the chair closet to him, laundry still clutched tightly to his chest.

"As you please sir." Luke said and proceeded to sit quietly watching as the other servants passed through the room.

"Is it really that difficult to sit here and enjoy breakfast with me?"

"No sir, of course not. I apologize if I've offended you in any way." Luke said fingering the laundry that need to be folded before it wrinkled or he'd have to wash them all over again.

"I'd prefer Luke. If you didn't just lie to appease me." Philip sighed wishing that Philip would relax if only for a little while.

"Of course sir." Luke said hanging his head.

"The truth then, please."

"The truth is Sir that I would love to be able to sit here and enjoy your company, but if I don't finish my chores on time I get whipped and I much prefer to forgo that."

"Whipped?" Philip asked incredulously.

"Yes sir. Your father has not told you I see. I apologize, please forgive me." Luke said his hands shaking with fear.

"Please don't shudder so, if you do not finish I'll see to it that you are not whipped as it was my fault. I shall have to talk to my father about this practice." Philip said sighing, "Go back to your chores then, I apologize for slowing your progress."

Luke noted the wariness in Philip's voice but still got up to finish the folding.

//

Patrick shook his head in confusion. Servants that were whipped for not finishing their chores on time? What was going on in his head and why suddenly did he feel like it was deathly important to finish this journal? Was he losing his mind? These questions spun through his head making him bury his face in his hands in confusion.

The door opened causing him to look up and push the journal out of his lap simultaneously. Marissa came in all smiles and bounded over to him.

"Hey baby! Ready to go to Renari?" She asked excitedly, and he laughed looking down at his ratty sweatpants.

"No but if you give me a minute I'll get ready."

"What am I going to do with you?" Marissa asked picking up the journal and looking at it thoughtfully, "It had better be worth reading or I'll have to be hurt that you always get so wrapped up in books that you forget what you're supposed to be doing."

"They're all worth reading!" Patrick said passionately.

"I know that baby. I just wish that you didn't live in them instead of with me sometimes." Marissa said and smiled sadly before ruffling his hair and setting the book on the table.

'If she only knew,' He thought shaking his head.

"I better hear running within the next ten seconds or you're not getting any for a week!" Marissa called from their bedroom and Patrick stood up laughing and heading towards the bathroom.

//

Twenty minute later they were in the car on their way to Renari. Marissa was practically bouncing with excitement.

"I can't believe you actually got us in here! I've been trying since it opened! Oh my god baby I love you so much for doing this for me." She cried.

"No problem." Patrick said and smiled but inside he was racked with guilt. If Tim hadn't said something then right now he'd probably be sleeping in his store. Tomorrow morning he was bringing Tim the biggest cup of Starbucks coffee he could find, and maybe a life time supply of pixie Stix.

"I've heard so many good things place..." Marissa went on but Patrick tuned her out already feeling guilty enough as it was. They pulled up in front of the restaurant and suddenly Patrick knew that he'd have to buy Tim an endless supply of Pixie Stix or he'd never be able to pay him back for this. He pulled up to the valet parking and wondered if he had enough money in his wallet to pay for tonight. Looking over at Marissa's happy face he sighed knowing he'd wash dishes if he had to, if only because it made her smile.

Getting out of the car he handed over his keys and went to open her door for her. She smiled gratefully and took his arm when he offered it.

"This is gorgeous!" Marissa whispered to him the minute they stepped inside, he just smiled at her and went to the maitre d'.

"Baker for two?" He said and relief rushed over him as the man smiled at him and grabbed two menus.

"Right this way sir." The man said.

"You hear that accent? That means this place is nice!" Marissa whispered and Patrick laughed out loud. The man looked back and smiled having heard everything and Marissa blushed brightly.

"Thank you." Patrick said still smiling widely when they sat down at a corner booth that could only be described as breath takingly romantic.

"Oh wow. I don't care that you weren't ready on time to leave, you are so getting some tonight." Marissa cooed curling into his side almost immediately.

"Oh yeah? Maybe I should take you out to dinner every night. “He said running his hand along her thigh. She laughed and smacked his hand away.

"I said tonight, not now." She laughed happily. He looked into her eyes and kissed her lightly on the lips before taking her hand.

"Hey my name is Colin and I'll be your server tonight." The waiter said surprising Patrick. Looking up his breath caught in his throat. Standing there smiling at him was Philip, the guy that had been haunting him every time he closed his eyes lately.

"Philip?" He asked cautiously.