Across the Square

 

Chapter four

He calls me cupcake

                  

I hated these meetings. I hated how Mrs Bee went on and on forever about nothing in particular. She cared a great deal about how well kept the hallways were, or how one of the bricks on the pathways was chipped because, you know, people can trip and die that way and she wasn't going to be another trip and die statistic. To make matters worse, Mister Perfect is stood a good way away from me, mingling with my moronic neighbours who happen to have sex every single night and are loud when doing it. 'Oh! I can't believe we're doing it in the kitchen! I cook here!' one night. 'Mmm! Right over the sink, baby. Bend me over our bathroom sink' the next. It was like they were taunting me with their sex wanderings. Why else would they insist on stating where they were all the time?



“Isaac, what do you think we should do about the flower displays this year?”



She could shove them where the sun doesn't shine for all I cared. Why was my Mister Perfect all the way over there, chatting about coffee tasting in some other country with Mr and Mrs Weird from planet strange sex? He was mine. They couldn't have him. Maybe he was just being polite?



“Isaac... Do you think purple?”



I think if he touched me I would melt into a puddle on the ground right there. In fact I'm certain I would.



“Isaac? Isaac! You're meant to be a part of this meeting, boy!”



I wished I wasn't.



“Cupcake, ya gotta stop staring and listen to the old lady so we can all go home.” He was upon me, stood right in front of me, a hand touching my shoulder in an attempt to snap me out of my daze.



“Shit, I'm sorry.. So... Sorry...” I had trouble finding the right words, shuffling.



“Don't worry about it. You can stare at me all you like later. Just say when you wanna but for now, answer her.”



I spluttered, looking over at Mrs Bee who was going red in the face from frustration. “I think purple would be lovely, Mrs Bee. Would you like me to look into what plants we could get in the local area?” I knew she was going to say no, insisting on doing it all by herself, so I was safe.



“Oh, no, no, sweetheart. You leave all that to me. I think that's the last thing on the list to discuss so unless someone has a question?”



I was ready to leave.



“Actually yes, Mrs Bee. I have a question. I was wondering what time we were allowed to have parties until in the complex.” Mister Perfect was planning a party?



“Well, that depends. If it is indoors and kept to your own apartment, the general time is one in the morning but it can be extended if you get your entire blocks permission. If it is outside your apartment, be it in the block or out here, it's eleven at the moment due to the lack of youngsters living here. I hope they are suitable for your party, Patrick.”



Patrick. Mister Perfect was called Patrick. Delicious.



When no one else came forward with a question people began to disperse, Mrs Bee wandering off with a tape measure to sort out how many plants she was going to need to buy. Those that had brought extra food were trying to pass it off to anyone willing. I wanted to go home, to my own apartment and lounge on my sofa and watch something crappy but as I headed to my block I heard hasty footsteps behind me and then Patrick was walking beside me.



“So, I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow night...”



Was he asking me out? Like.. On a date? “Mm,” I tried to act cool. “I don't think I am unless something special comes up. Why?”



“Heh, well, I'm having a little party. It's my birthday. You don't have to bring anything so don't worry about that but I know you stare, cupcake. I think maybe if you come over, your curiosity will be quenched.” Oh my fucking god he just invited me to his birthday.



“Oh. Of course I would like to come. Do you want me to bring anything at all?”



“Nah, just yourself. If you wanna bring that friend of yours then you can do that. The more the merrier. It starts at nine and you know which number is mine. I'll see you then.” He smiled at me and was off.



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I couldn't decide whether I should ask Jerry to come or not. In the end I gave him a call and I could hear him talking to Ty for a moment before he confirmed they would be interested in going. Damnit. I almost felt like I didn't want them there. I'd never gone to a social event with Ty before but if you looked at it right I wasn't going to the party with him either. I liked such thoughts. Also, I knew I wouldn't have to chat with Jerry and explain the situation; he'd keep his distance. We were all set to go.



They'd demanded that I wait for them before going to Patrick's so we were late and the apartment was full when we finally rolled up. People were spilling out into the hallway and his balcony. Gift bags and boxes had been dumped, along with coats, right in the entrance way and I could only assume people had been eager to get to the booze. Patrick had laid out a spread of take-out pizzas in a variety of flavours which was unusual but seemed to do the trick.



The music was good, something heavy I hadn't heard of before, and the drinks on offer were wide in variety so I had something to keep me busy while Patrick mingled with his friends about the place.



“Darlin', why aren't you chatting to him?” Jerry leant over the balcony railing beside me, drink in hand, handing me one.



“He's talking to his friends or relatives or co-workers or whatever the hell they are. I don't want to seem like some nutcase. He already mentioned about my staring issue with him.” I sipped at the drink, cringing as it stung the back of my throat. “Where's Ty, anyway?”



“He knew a guy here so he's talking about golf with him.” Jerry sounded bored.



“Golf. Since when does Ty play golf?”



“He makes a show of it for his work people. They get clients that way or something. I don't know. I don't care about it too much. Sorry... About earlier.” Jerry shuffled on the spot. “I didn't know he would ever do something like that.”



“You worry way too much about such things-”



“But you and him.. Ya don't really get on that well, do you? And yet he made you swallow some of his come.”



“Jerry, it's fine. If I hadn't wanted to do it, I would have said so. I liked it. Mainly because I got it out of your mouth but I liked it. Didn't you?” I saw he was blushing and smiled.



“Isn't it crossing some sort of line though? You and he have never done anything...”



“And we still haven't in my opinion. He didn't touch me. You did. I'm more than happy with that.”



Ty and Jerry were some of the last people to leave, Ty talking endlessly to his work buddy about different types of golf balls. I didn't realise there was more than one type in all fairness but he seemed to know his stuff. When they were ready to leave they came over and at the time I was actually talking with Patrick. General chit-chat might not sound like a huge leap in the right direction but it felt damn good.



“Hey, we just wanted to say that we're heading home now. Thanks so much for allowing us to come. It was a great party. Isaac.. I'll see you at work in the morning, okay?” He hugged me but only momentarily, nothing more than friendly, and then they were leaving. A few minutes later several other people had come to say goodbye and give Patrick their best wishes.



“You not got someone to go to, cupcake?”



“I think you know by now that I live by myself right opposite here. I just feel so bad for not bringing you a present like everyone else did so I thought maybe I could make up for it by helping you tidy up?”



“Tidying up won't take long. Do I have any other options for spur of the moment gifts?”



We were talking. We were sat close. We were alone. If I didn't make some sort of a move now I would regret it for a long time to come. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded. “I was actually thinking something along the lines of a blow job.”



There was a pause. And then, “You want to suck me, cupcake?” Was I not making myself clear?



“Yes.” I gave a nod.



“I don't think I'm willing to say no to that. What about that friend of yours?” Patrick was already unbuttoning his pants.



“Friend? You mean Jerry? We work together. He's with Ty and I am single.” Hopefully not for much longer.



“Mm, good. I just don't want someone coming over here and shoving something unpleasant through my letterbox because of this.”



I shook my head, reassuring him, slipping down onto his rugged floor on my knees, situating myself between his thighs as I dragged his pants and underwear down. Pleased with the meat in front of me I took a good hold of him, fingers moving over his skin. By the time he was filling my mouth he was fully hard but I had no intention of rushing. It was possibly a once in a life time opportunity and I needed to make it last. This was the man I had dreamed about for so long and now I had his cock in my mouth and his fingers in my hair. I couldn't complain. When I looked up, just to make sure he wasn't growing bored of my slower than average efforts I was happy to find him looking back down at me, having now reclined himself just a little.



“Isaac...” His voice was softer than usual and I removed him from my mouth, leaving my lips and tongue on him, so that I could see if he wanted something. “No, no, I wasn't meaning for you to stop..” I swirled my tongue around his tip, mouth dipping down and sucking over the head and I heard him moan louder than expected, fingers still smoothing through my hair.



“Gonna come.” Plus points for the warning but if he was expecting me to pull back then he was very much mistaken. Instead I urged him on, keeping to my rhythm but rolling my tongue around him as much as possible and was shortly rewarded for my efforts with him grunting and emptying himself into my mouth, struggling to hold himself back from thrusting toward my throat. He was courteous even in the middle of an orgasm. My kind of guy.



I waited for him to be finished before getting myself up and returning to sitting beside him. When he'd been staring at me for a good minute or so, I frowned. “Why are you staring so much all of a sudden?” It made me feel a little awkward, shuffling and wondering if it was time to go home.



“Mm, sorry. I just haven't really seen you close up before and I'm enjoying it for a while.”



“How much have you had to drink tonight, Patrick?”



“Enough to celebrate my birthday but little enough to know exactly who you are, what we just did and to be aware of how lovely you are... A bit odd with your staring and never trying to make contact, but maybe you're really fucking shy?”



“You're out of my league... And, to be fair, in my defence you could have been straight with a wife and kids somewhere.” I huffed, finding myself pouting until he snappily kissed it away, leaving me wide eyed and wide mouthed. Classy.



“I am not straight. I am not married. I have no kids. I don't quite get why you think I'm out of your league, though I must say that the time when you had chocolate sauce dribbling all over you wasn't your finest moment, cupcake.” He smiled, kissing me on the cheek this time, making me blush.



“But I really should be going back. It's early and I have work in the morning.” It was almost three in the damn morning and Jerry was going to be expecting me at eight.



“Mhm.” Patrick stood himself up, holding a hand out for me. “Let me walk you back to your place?”



It sounded like a line and I was wary but at the same time it was so utterly sweet that it made me melt and agree. “At least it won't take you long, huh?” We walked holding hands down the stairs of his block, across the square and up into my own. At my door he didn't hesitate to kiss me again.



“Maybe we could have breakfast together before you go to work?” He was lingering.



“Eh, I meet Jerry every morning...” It was neither a yes or a no.



“Would he be put out if I came along too? I'd pay.”



“You seem to want to take me out a great deal, Patrick. Did your groin enjoy your birthday present that much? But, if you really want to then we meet just down the street at the little coffee place that sells all the pastries. Eight. I'll see you there?” I'd turned to open the door when a hand was on my waist and he kissed me again, polite little pecks on my lips before he nodded and headed back down the stairs.



I went inside and slid down the door, groaning. I was exhausted but so energetic, both at the same time. Trudging through preparations for bed, I was about to do the curtains when I spotted him cleaning in the kitchen. It was a nice sight to fall asleep to.

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Author notes: Many thanks to MissusAnn (fp), my  beta.

Midnightsscream: Thank you for the review. I'm glad you enjoy it.

Lisa: Ty knows he can't make Jerry  100% happy solo because he's away so much with work and he keeps his job so he can buy Jerry crap and whisk him off to far off places. He thinks Jerry would leave him if he didn't have money. Isaac, on the other hand, is living in his 'everything is okay' bubble and it's about to get popped. POP-POP-POP! Thank you, as always, for the review.