Our Little Nest - 39. Chapter 39

When Patrick awoke the next day, he got to see Adam’s fresh new injuries. His first instinct was to panic and wake Adam, demanding he explain what had happened to him. But he realized Adam might be too exhausted and didn’t want to get into explaining the past night's events. He was the one who told him to go help Yuri find Jamie even if Yuri was blackmailing him.

Adam’s arm rest over his waist and didn’t stir when he moved it and got out of bed. Tugging on the tee shirt he had on the night before, Patrick moved to the kitchen wanting to make coffee. He filled a pitcher with water and poured it into the coffee maker, but he didn’t pay attention to how much he needed, and it overflowed.

He used a tea towel to mop up the mess and dropped it into the sink. He grabbed the container marked coffee, measuring out scoops. He didn’t know how much Adam used so to be sure he used fifteen. He turned it on and went to work on breakfast.

He opened the refrigerator to find eggs, no meat, no bread, leftover pizza. Patrick took out the eggs and found a bowl cracking each them fishing out pieces of shells. He grabbed a skillet and turned on the heat.

“Okay, I need to season the eggs,” he said reaching for the salt and pepper, then remembered Adam liked a certain spice in his eggs. He rummaged through the spices looking for it, forgetting he had the skillet on. “I remember, it’s dill.” He found the spice and turned to find Adam standing behind him taking an overheated pan to the sink.

“Adam, what are you doing? I want to make you breakfast.”

Adam grabbed and kissed him. “First, good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“You look, so beautiful.”

“Well, thank you,” Patrick smiled. “And you look like—you don’t want to talk about last night.”

“I don’t.”

“Did you find Jamie?”

“Yes.”

“He’s with Yuri?”

“Yes.”

“Adam, I need to tell you something about Yuri…”

“There’s no need to. He pretty much told me everything.”

“Everything?”

“Yeah.”

“Adam, I can explain.”

“No.”

“What?”

“We’re going to take a shower, then I’m going to take you to breakfast, and then we’re going to take another look at our new house.”

“But Adam, I need to explain.”

“Patrick, things happened that can never be explained. Even if you wanted to. We’re going to have to just let the past be in the past. I kept my promise and came home.”

“It’s what I wanted.”

Then come shower with me and let’s enjoy the day.”

The coffee maker started brewing and when Adam turned to look he saw thick sludge drizzling into the pot. He looked back at Patrick who seemed perplex by the sight.

“I’ll go warm up the water.” Patrick raced off leaving Adam shaking his head.

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Patrick walked further inside towards the breakfast nook through the kitchen. The room had a cozy feel with a rustic paneled window where he would put their table for two. The view of the garden was tranquil and inviting. Adam walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist hugging him.

We did it,” Adam said.

“Yeah, we did.” Patrick continued to look at the view. “Any regrets?”

“Not when it comes to you.”

“You’re the only man who ever wanted to take a chance with me. The rest only wanted…” Adam stopped him by kissing him.

“Never believe I think less of you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Then Adam picked Patrick up in a bear hug, causing him to cry out with laughter.

“Then no more doubts,” he ordered, smiling.

“Okay, okay, no more doubts.”

Adam lowered him down and kissed him again. “You know, we should christen our new home.”

“Which room?”

“All of them.”

“We don’t have time for that now.”

“Right, then one room.”

“Here?”

“No, keep guessing,” Adam said, taking Patrick’s coat off, then his own, dropping them to the floor. He took Patrick’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen.

“Okay.” Patrick wondered why Adam dropped their coats to the floor but played along. “The kitchen then.”

“Nope, wrong again.” This time Adam tugged off his own shirt and removed Patrick’s, dropping them to the floor, pulling him out of the room and into the hallway. Adam bent down and untied Patrick’s shoes and his own, then rose up. “We should leave our shoes here.”

“Oh really?” Patrick said, watching Adam kick off his shoes.

“Come on, your turn.” Patrick copied him and again Adam tugged him out of the hallway to a connected room.

“Okay,” Patrick said. “The living room would be nice.”

“Buzz, wrong again.” Adam reached for Patrick’s pants and began undoing them.

“Adam, I’m going to run out of clothes soon.”

Adam ignored him, he helped Patrick out of his pants exposing his sky-blue briefs, that hugged his ass. Then he removed his own, stepping out wearing tight black boxers. Again, Adam took Patrick’s hand and led him upstairs into the largest of the three bedrooms.

“The bedroom?” asked Patrick. “A bit cliché isn’t it?”

Adam smiled at him as he shook his head no.

“Come on Adam, we’re down to our underwear.”

“No, we’re not.” Patrick followed Adam’s gaze and saw that they both had socks on.

“Allow me,” Patrick said, placing his hand on Adams shoulder and with his free one he pulled off his socks, then he kneeled and took off Adam’s socks for him. He stood back up and held out his hand to Adam, who grabbed it and walked him into the Master bathroom. The room was half the size of his bathroom at his parent’s home, but it did have a private bathtub, separate from the stand-alone shower and a view of the garden below.

“So, you have one more guess,” Adam said.

“Oh, well, let’s see, could it be here?”

“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.” Adam said, reaching for the hem of Patrick’s undies.

“Adam, we can’t take a shower, or a bath, there’s no towels.”

“We’re not getting wet from water.”

Patrick grinned as he stepped close and place his thumbs between Adam’s hem line and skin. They both removed the other’s underwear pushing them past their thighs and allowing to drop to the floor. They never took their eyes off each other. When they step out of their last piece of garment Patrick could see Adam’s intentions, hunger, lust. Adam grabbed him and pulled him into a breathtaking kiss. Patrick could feel Adam’s hands moving all over him, fondling any part that would make Patrick moan.

Adam’s lips moved from Patrick’s mouth to his neck along his shoulder. He kissed and bit as Patrick struggled in his grip his rigid cock bumped against Adam, causing longing sensations to run rampant through his body.

Adam sucked each of his nipples as he kneeled and stroked his cock and balls. Patrick gasped out when Adam took him into his mouth. The feeling of heat and wetness kept Patrick captive as Adam’s tongue and mouth bathed Patrick in ecstasy.

Adam suddenly stopped and rose, grabbing Patrick and moving him to the window making him face it. He saw their private garden below as Adam pressed against his back and whispered into his ear, kissing his lobe as he breathed heavily.

“My bathroom window was the first place I saw you. The first time my cock wanted to be inside you,” Adam said.

“I was fixing my hair in the mirror.”

“That’s right and I was putting in a screen.”

“Oh, is that what you were doing?”

Adam grind his cock against Patrick’s ass. “Well, afterward I did have to relieve some stress.”

“Do you have any lube?”

“No need, I have my own.” Adam bent down and saturated Patrick’s velvet passage, using his fingers to relax his entrance Patrick moaned as Adam stood up.

“Feel that baby?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Now feel this.” Adam slid his cock into Patrick’s ass slow until Patrick relaxed around him. He increased his thrusts holding him in place against his chest. He reached around and pumped his cock while pounding into him with great determination until he spilled his seed deep inside him.

“That was nice,” Patrick said in a shaky voice.

“Who said I was done.” Adam turned Patrick around and lifted him up. “Straddle me,” he ordered.

Patrick wrapped his legs and arms around Adam as he reentered him.

“Fuck, you’re still hard,” he said, as Adam gain deeper penetration. Patrick couldn’t say words as he’s bounced by his lover.

“Oh, so nice, I can feel all of me inside you.” Adam walked him over to the sink and sat him down as he continued his advance. After a while Adam shook from satisfaction as he waited until his cock slipped from its confined space. Dropping to his knees he deep throated him. Patrick’s voice echoed the room until he shot down his throat. Adam drained him until he was empty then stood up. “Now that was nice.”

“You’re a very passionate man, Adam Potter.”

“You bring out the best in me.” Adam helped him to his feet and they caught their breath.

“I can’t believe we bought a house, together,” Patrick said, kissing Adam.

“We sure did.”

“We can have dinner parties.”

“Whatever you want.”

Patrick’s smile vanished causing concern in Adam. “What’s wrong?”

“Adam, I just unpacked. Now I have to repack to unpack again?” he groaned.

Adam rolled his eyes. “You’ll be all right, we’ll do it together.”

“Okay. You know what, I don’t care. We’re taking the next step and I couldn’t be happier. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

THE END