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Our Little Nest - 6. Chapter 6

Adam get's ready for a meeting.
Patrick surprises Justin.

Adam managed to rise without waking Patrick, catching his cell phone’s alarm before a full ring. He glanced at Patrick, who hadn’t budged from the spot he collapsed in after his and Adam’s makeup sex.

Adam exited the bed and headed to the bathroom to shower. Though he didn’t want to, he’d washed Patrick’s scent from his hair and body. After drying off, he walked naked to his closet looking through and deciding to wear his suit with casual shoes.

“You should wear something more practical,” said Patrick. Adam turned and saw Patrick lying on his stomach, his bare ass exposed, watching him.

“Did I wake you?” asked Adam.

“I heard the shower.”

“Sorry. I’ll be leaving soon, why don’t you go back to sleep.”

“I want to help.” Adam walked over and sat on the bed, Patrick sat up and rested in a kneeling position beside him. They gave each other a morning peck on the lips.

“Then what do you suggest I wear?” asked Adam.

“Well, what you normally wear to work.”

“Shouldn’t I be more professional when seeing an important client?”

“Do you wear a suit to see all your clients?”

“Well, no. But none of them ever paid me this well.”

“That shouldn’t matter. You are a professional that works without a business suit. You should dress for your job. Even if it means jeans and work boots.”

“You have a point.”

“Of course, I do.”

“Fine.” Adam rose and grabbed a pair of jeans and a button up top with his hiking boots. Patrick climbed off the bed and gathered a pair of Adam’s underwear and socks. Adam dressed as Patrick tugged on Adam’s tee shirt from the night before. Adam went to the kitchen, setting up the coffee pot for him and Patrick.

“Can you go to the fridge and grab something for breakfast.”

Patrick opened the icebox and saw two breakfast parfaits with layers of berries and granola on the top shelf.

“Adam, did you make these?” asked Patrick, holding the stem glasses.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

Patrick beamed. “You did.”

“Take them to the table and I’ll bring the coffee.”

Patrick sat at the table as Adam walked up with a tray with two mugs, coffee, and creamer. Patrick first dug into his breakfast treat savoring the sweet fruit. Adam made both their coffees.

“Here,” said Patrick, leaving his chair to sit on Adam’s lap. “Let me feed you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Want me to get up?”

“God, no,” Adam said, holding Patrick’s waist. Patrick grabbed Adam’s parfait and a spoon. With each scoop Patrick fed Adam, he made sure to clean the spoon in his own mouth. If any yogurt stayed behind on Adam’s lips, he kissed it away.

When their meal ended, Patrick walked Adam to the stairs that led to his office. Adam hesitated.

“What's wrong,” asked Patrick.

“I’m not sure.”

“Don’t tell me my detective is anxious?” Adam smiled at his comment as he grasped Patrick’s waist and pulled him in for a deep kiss. When he released him, Adam combed his fingers through the soft curls.

“You do know that I love you.”

“I love you.” Adam kissed him again. “Adam, what’s wrong? If it’s the party…”

“No, it’s not the party. I want to go with you.”

“Then why the hesitance?”

“No reason. I just want to make you happy.”

“You have.”

“We can buy the suits tonight when I get home if you want.”

“I’d like that.” One last kiss and Adam turned and walked down the stairs. Patrick waited until he shut the door before heading to the bathroom.

*************

When entering the two-room office, the first being his office, Adam’s nose gets a delicious whiff of freshly made coffee, and blueberry muffins. He opened his office door enjoying the scents when an electric voice brought him back.

"Good morning Boss," Justin royal blues met Adam's as the perky youth grinned a warm welcome from his desk, sporting cargo pants and a warn-out tee shirt with peeling white letters that read: "BOYFRIENDS DON'T MEAN NOTHING". Adam smirk at his assistant’s blunt tee shirt as Justin rose to get him a cup of coffee.

"The weather is acting up," stated Justin. “It's pouring out there."

"Well, it hasn’t taken that smile off your face. What did you do last night?"

"The usual, clubbing until three in the morning,” he said, stirring in the creamer.

"Patrick and I had a late night as well.”

On cue, Justin didn't want Adam's boyfriend's name echoed in his head. He hands Adam his coffee. Adam spots the bake goods and grabs a muffin; he bit down, savoring the warm, moist texture in his mouth as he returned to his office. Justin beams, grabbing a napkin and placed another muffin on top. He follows Adam into his office and sat the muffin down on his desk by his coffee cup.

"Here, enjoy," he smiled at his employer. Adam savored the tempting blueberries.

"I shouldn't, I just breathed in one already."

"Who knows when you'll eat again? You might miss lunch. Besides their small."

"The printed information about your client is on your desk, but I have to warn you it's not much."

Adam drained the mug of the scrumptious drink and hands it back to Justin. The caffeine went right to work turning on Adam's brain. He opens the file and reads every single page, Justin returns with a filled cup and placed it on his desk.

"So where is this meeting, boss?"

"A penthouse in Old City called the Duet."

"The Duet, elegant." Adam looks up at his assistant curiously.

"You heard of it?"

"You should, it's owned by Patrick’s family?"

Adam paused, not wanting to think about Patrick's status.

"I didn't know that."

"Come on boss, you two had to have been there, at least once. One of your romantic getaways?"

"We haven't done those in a while and no we have never been."

"Oh, sorry, it's just I thought..."

"I was a kept man?"

"No, but he is rich."

"Patrick left that behind him, we're making it on our own, a place like that is out of our budget." Justin wanted to grin ear to ear but chose not to.

"Oh, ok, that's cool, well, the Duet, rooms the elite; a small one bedroom in the back without a view can cost a small fortune."

"So, a penthouse downright ridiculous?"

"We're talking millions."

"Thanks for the heads up."

Adam glanced at the large face clock above his door and saw he had thirty minutes to get to his client. He closed the folder he was reading and empties half his coffee mug. Grabbing his gun, he placed it in a holster fastening it to his belt. Snatching up a second muffin, Justin grabbed his coat helping him on with it.

"You have plenty of time, so don't rush, that's what causes an accident."

Adam turns to him and smile,

"You sound like Patrick." Adam didn't catch the look of resentment on Justin's face as he spun back to the baked goods.

"These were great where did you get them?"

"I baked them."

"Really?"

"What, do you think I'm just some empty-headed boy toy?"

"I didn't say that," Adam sighed.

"But you were thinking it."

"I was thinking how you could find the time with all the research I give you."

"Oh, well I did." Adam saw his assistant looking at the floor, Adam took Justin's chin and turned his face up to his.

"Justin, never think I take you for granted. You are very valuable to me and this office."

"You mean that?"

"Of course, in fact, why don't you take the rest of the day off, with pay and go do whatever you want and tomorrow we'll start again with me buying you breakfast."

"Really," he beams.

"Positively."

"I never had a boss who was as nice as you."

"Well, that's because you're incredible."

Justin got the door for his boss, flashed his warmest smile as he watched him leave.

Once gone, Justin locked the door and walked over to the closet door, opening it. Out steps a skater boy, Ethan Troy, a college student who met Justin at a skate park.

Justin was just sitting on a nearby bench when Ethan rolled by and caught his eye, not looking where he was going Ethan ran into a sign pole. After regaining consciousness, there was Justin, kneeling beside him, holding his graffiti cover skateboard.

Ethan followed Justin as he walked over to the couch, then turned to him. The skater boy sits his board down and removing his coat, his clothes were baggy but coordinated, two chains dangle from one of his pockets to another, and they clank together as he starts to undo his pants.

"You got your boss played."

"No, I don't,"

"Come on. Getting up-tight over muffins. You didn't bake them, my mom did. And I brought them, for you."

"So, what, you want a metal?"

"He doesn't want you."

"What the fuck do you know?"

"I heard enough."

"Ethan if you’re not here to fuck me then just get out."

Ethan walked up to Justin, pushing him back onto the couch. He dropped to his knees and undid Justin's pants pulling them down his slender waist, tugging his legs free, and tossing them aside. Justin’s head fell back when Ethan’s wet tongue slid along his hard cock deepthroating him.

Ethan paused, looking up at his captive audience as drool covered the rigid staff in his hand.

"You like this?" he asked, fondling Justin’s balls. Justin moaned, closing his eyes as Ethan's tongue teases the eye of his dick sending Justin into deeper cries enjoying the sensation. Ethan stopped abruptly grabbing Justin’s knees flinging them over his shoulders; Ethan opened his own pants, pushing down his underwear raising his hips to line his cock with Justin's tight hole.

"Now, should I prep you? You have been a bitch." Justin looked at his rock-hard cock drip pre-cum.

“I don’t care,” Justin said. “Just fuck me.”

"No, I think you'll thank me later." The skater boy removed a bottle of lube from his pants pocket and poured a generous amount onto his cock and Justin’s anus. He entered Justin, who wasn't a virgin, but the invasion was a lot for his body to swallow. Justin's sucked Ethan’s cock inside him and grasped it tightly.

"Oh yeah, squeeze it!" Their faces were close, as Justin's muscles relaxed, Ethan impelled him repeatedly.

"You're nothing but a cock whore Justin," the skater boy whispers in his ear as he nears his climax, his fingers dug deep into the back of Justin's thighs, they both erupt in cries of lust. Ethan collapsed on "BOYFRIENDS DON'T MEAN NOTHING", then glared up at Justin who was a victim to his high.

He laughed as he slips from Justin's body, leaving him to go clean up in the bathroom, Justin dressed and started collecting his things when Adam’s office door opened, and Patrick walked out.

Justin turned, astonished that Patrick was even awake.

“I was so, relieved that it was a quickie,” said Patrick, his hair blow-dried straight in his fashion magazine clothes.

“What are you doing up?” asked Justin. “A job interview?” he said, mockingly with a smirk.

“I don’t need a job like you will, once Adam finds out.”

“You’re going to tell him? What am I thinking, of course you are, you would love me gone?”

“As much as I would. I’d rather let Adam see you for who you are, himself. So, no I’m not going to tell him.”

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch. But, if I catch you desecrating my boyfriend’s office again. I’ll have no choice but to tell him. So, keep your Johns out of this office.” Patrick walked past Justin to the door unlocking it. He left, leaving it wide open. He boarded an opened elevator and road it down.

Ethan came out of the bathroom fully dressed.

"You sure he won’t tell?”

“Yeah, he won’t talk. Besides, if he wanted me gone, he would have convinced Adam by now.”

“You want to finish this back at your place, or mine?"

“Yours.” They stood facing one another than as if cued, they kissed, both tongues fighting for control.

Justin waited as Ethan collected his coat and skateboard. Ethan exited the office and Justin followed, locking the door behind him.

Thanks for reading 
And for a holiday treat, if I get a review I will publish a second chapter the night before Thanksgiving :read:.
If not then I will publish next week like always.
Other then that if you only want to give a thumbs up that's cool too. :great:
Thanks again.
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So Adam and Patrick are a couple and seem solid but Patrick's rich daddy doesn't approve, even tho it looks like Adam saved Patrick's life previously.

Then there's the Yuri factor as Patrick's ex,  who was approved by Pat's daddy and Justin, Adam's admin assistant who clearly wants his boss but seems kinda shady.

And let's not forget Jamie, Yuri's current flame whom he seems quite invested in even tho he's still hung up on Patrick.  *scratching head and laughing*

I don't know which couple to root for but the ride is way interesting. :*)

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Justin is loyal to Adam as an assistant and he and Patrick bump heads whenever they're in the room together.

Yuri was attractive to Jamie because he reminds him of Patrick. Yuri felt Jamie needed him, so he broke up with Patrick. Only Yuri misses Patrick.

I know, crazy.

Adam and Patrick’s relationship is not a normal one, where there's something there that only they can understand that keeps them together. No matter the economic gag they have, or social order. 

I live for complications when dealing with my stories. I hope they're crazy enough without being confusing.

Thanks for commenting.:2thumbs:

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now, so many couples, all appear to be sweet together, waiting to see how it goes

 

PS, I do not like Justin at all!

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