Two Timers II- Someone I Use to Love

Two Timers II- Someone I Use to Love

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

Adam Potter never thought that the person who shot him would be the man he loved. Patrick's hopes are on the balance as he tries to deal with betraying Adam with Simon and his mother's illness. Simon Yuki does his best to win Patrick's heart but ends up losing his young lover Jamie. There will be a wedding, someone kidnapped, and a victim. Well Adam and Patrick find happiness?

Summary

Adam Potter never thought that the person who shot him would be the man he loved.
Patrick's hopes are on the balance as he tries to deal with betraying Adam with Simon and his mother's illness.
Simon Yuki does his best to win Patrick's heart but ends up losing his young lover Jamie.
There will be a wedding, someone kidnapped, and a victim.
Well Adam and Patrick find happiness?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Two Timers II- Someone I Use to Love

Author Chapter Note

Adam Potter never thought that the person who shot him would be the man he loved. Patrick's hopes are on the balance as he tries to deal with betraying Adam with Simon and his mother's illness. Simon Yuki does his best to win Patrick's heart but ends up losing his young lover Jamie. There will be a wedding, someone kidnapped, and a victim. Well Adam and Patrick find happiness?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 22, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 22, 2013

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~~Adam entered the hotel in the middle of the afternoon he approached an elevator, with the door open it seem to know he was going to enter it. He glanced at the buttons on the wall and with hesitance he pressed the floor number that he read on the note to Patrick the night before.

Another heavy work week that meant coming home late again and another fight with Patrick. He was drinking more lately but at least he was home and not at some bar. Adam promised he tried to pull back from some of his cases but with opening a new office in a different city he was swamp with overseeing its success. This didn’t seem to calm Patrick as he craved for more attention. Adam suggested he spend more time with his family or maybe get a job of his own; of course Patrick through back in his face that he had money but his husband refuse to take it. Adam needed this new office to bring in essential funds so Patrick didn’t have to think about his trust fund. So to avoid the yelling matches Adam spend some of his nights at his office, usually he’s up and changed before Justin shows up but the last fight was intense…
That night he arrived home at three am and Patrick was waiting for him…
“When is this going to stop?” asked Patrick holding an empty wine bottle by the neck between his fingers.
“Patrick, I’m tired, let’s not start this again…”
“You fucking say that every time I bring it up.” His voice rose higher than he wanted but he didn’t back down. “When are we going to be happy again?”
“I thought we were happy.”
“I stop being happy along time ago, you just never noticed.”
“Again, I’m doing this for you…for us.”
“Us? No you’re doing this all for yourself.”
“That’s not true and you know it.”
“Bullshit!”
“God, will you please stop cursing.”
“Fuck no!” Adam tried to approach him but out of nowhere Patrick hurled the wine bottle at him. Adam dodged it in time before it struck his head and was relieved when it only bounced off the front door landing with a loud thump on the floor. Patrick grew more piss as he turned and stormed for the stairs. Adam followed but was stopped short with Patrick slamming the bedroom door and locking it.
“Open the door Patrick.” No response came. “Please Patrick open the door.” Still no response. Adam gave up realizing Patrick must have laid on the bed and passed out. He grabbed a blanket and pillow from the hall closet and returned to the living room to sleep on the couch, their guest room was still undone. He was too tired to even open the sofa couch as he sat down covering his face with his hands yawning deeply he wanted to sleep that’s all; as he reached over to turn out the light he saw a note with Patrick’s name on it and at the bottom the initials S.Y. Simon Yuki.
He read the note that only had a hotel address and a room number on it, why was Simon Yuki sending his partner a note with an address and room number on it? Simon rose from the couch and exit his home returning to his office to get some sleep.

The elevator was taking him to the top floor; only the best for him, he couldn’t be discreet he had to showcase. Simon Yuki has been a thorn in his side ever since he found out Patrick had an affair with him; an old family friend he was told. The door opened and he walked the green mile towards his faith. He reached the door in no time finding it ajar.
“The bastard must be laying in there waiting for him or maybe they’re in there…forgotten to shut the door properly.” His heart throb as he clinched his shaking fist. Adam entered without a word and seem to rush towards the bedroom. “Maybe they haven’t started…maybe Patrick changed his mind…maybe…” But before he could finish his thought there was a gun shot and a burning pain from his body, Patrick screaming was the last thing he heard before passing out.
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Waking to a warm sensation between his legs Patrick was over whelmed with lust, with his eyes shut he snaked his hand towards his pulsating cock as his fingers flicked and pinched his hard right nipple the sensation grew when he felt a warm tongue slipped back and forward over his right nipple sending Jamie senses into a frenzying. A dreamy Patrick awakens to find he was not alone. He watched in horror as a hand moved over his chest towards his neck, his heart pound as his breathing increased as his assailant looked up at him, Patrick stared into a face of a mad man,
Patrick gasped and struggled to pull himself free but his stoker was stronger, he pulled the frighten Patrick further down the bed pinning his wrist behind him, Patrick tried to let out a cry for help only to be prevented by a hand across his mouth.
“Why would you want to do that?” ask the strong accent, that sounded like several languages grouped together, rippled through out Patrick’s body. Patrick tried to look away from the deep set eyes that burned through him and the malicious grin that bled across his face. 
“I’m going to make you whole, I’m going to bring you, life.”
“Then I woke up,” said Patrick.
“What do you think he meant by saying, ‘make you whole’?”
“I don’t know.”
“And you say this dream has been happening every night for the past week?”
“Yes, only it’s becoming more intense.” Trickles of tears raced down his cheeks as he shamefully brushed them away with the sleeve of his shirt.
The office of Doctor Peter Sho was what one would expect warm inviting surroundings, greenery scattered around, and a scenic window view of various trees. A desk and leather chair, two single sitting chairs on opposite ends of a coffee table and one lounge sofa equipped with big soft pillows. The floor was wood with an oval area rug pattern of a tribal Indian. The coffee table held two fat bleeding white candles that sat upon black iron thrones in the middle of a round pool held rocks, water and greenery mimicking a running water fall. A tray with two glasses and a pitcher of water sat closest to Patrick.
Patrick sat in one of the single chairs with his back to the door. Weary of the therapist he’s been seeing for over a year venting his soul to him in a false hope he could fix him. His time with Dr. Sho became a necessity like combing his hair or brushing his teeth. 10 am every Tuesday for an hour section, he couldn’t see his life continuing without being in his office.
 “Are you nervous Patrick?”
“No, why do you ask?” he knew therapist hated to be answered with a question but he needed to be in charge but unaware that the question of his apprehension was due to the fact of his busy fingers.
“Well, by the way you’re tearing the skin from your thumb and the redness tells me you might be tense about something.”
Patrick quickly enclosed his battered thumb in his fist squeezing the sore spot.
“Do you find yourself doing that a lot?”
“What do you mean?
“I mean since the accident, it was just last week wasn’t it?”
Patrick felt a tightness grow in his stomach seeing Adam in his head smiling at him.
“Have you visit him yet?”
“Who?”
“Your husband—Adam,” Dr. Moon sat across from him balancing a yellow note pad on his cross knee. He had scribe a few notes as he paused for a response from Patrick who fell into his own thoughts as his eyes dropped to his captured thumb wishing he could finish what he started unconsciously he started on his opposite thumb.
“Patrick what happened to Adam was…”
“My fault,” he replied above a whisper.
“I was going to say an accident.”
“That was caused by me.”
“How do you feel you cause it, didn’t you say to the police you feared for your life?”
“If I hadn’t—if I just stayed faithful to my vows and stayed away from him--.”
“So you believe you infidelity played a part in Adam getting shoot?”
“You know it did.”
“When did your affair begin?”
“Before we were married.”
“Did Adam know then?”
“Not in the beginning, I confessed everything to him.”
“How did he handle it?”
“How would you handle it? He was pissed, but—he forgave me.”
“Right away?”
“Yes.”
“He must truly love you.”
“I want to believe that, only there was a lot happening to us involving a case that he was on.”
“The last case he worked on, involving you getting kidnapped?”
“Yes.”
“In life threating moments most people can forgive more quickly.”
“But he shouldn’t have, he should have thrown me out and be rid of me.”
“You could not have predicted the future Patrick.”
“I don’t deserve his love.”
“He wanted yours and proved it by marrying you.”
“Now he’s in the hospital with a gunshot wound I caused. I can’t get what happened out of my head, every time I closed my eyes it plays out more graphic then the last time.”
“Patrick, you were raped by an unknown man who was waiting for you in that hotel room.”
“I was there to have an affair.”
“Did he ever show up?”
“No.”
“Have you gone to see Adam since the shooting?”
“No.”
“Have he tried to contact you?”
“Yes, but I let his calls go to my voice mail.”
“Do you listen to them?”
“No, I can’t, he hates me.”
“How are you sure he’s angry if you haven’t listened to the messages he sent you, maybe he wants to clear the air?”
“He caught me in a hotel room waiting for another man, the same man that I had an affair with before we were married. I should be the one in the hospital.” His sobs were impossible to contain as his soul spilled over, he cupped his face and shivered uncontrollably. “I was weak,” he spoke in his hands. Dr. Moon rose, dropping his note pad on the seat of his chair and grabbed a few sheet of tissues handing them to Patrick who wiped his eyes and blew his noise trying desperately to gather himself. The Doctor poured a small glass of water from a pitcher on the table between them. The cool water seems to calm Patrick’s frantic state as he swallowed every drop.
Returning to his chair Doctor Moon gathered his pad and quickly wrote down some notes while Patrick calmed down.
“Patrick I understand this is hard for you but by having an affair twice with the same man could you deep down want your relationship to end with Adam?”
“What?”
“Could you be in love with this other man?”
“W-what-no?” he asked above a whisper.
“Was that a question for me or for you?”
Patrick stared at the man with the yellow ledger on his lap with pen in hand. The comment even scared him as he rolled it around in his head. Before he knew it he was on his feet and grasping the door handle.
“Our section’s not over yet Patrick.”
“I know,” his back hid his shame as his grip tightens the brass handle. “I just remember I need to be somewhere.”
“May I expect you next week?”
“Yes of course,” his words barely left his lips as he opened and closed the door behind him.
Dr. Moon returned to his desk and scribbled some notes in Patrick’s file; he was unaware of someone entering through the same door.
“So Doctor, what’s your prognosis?” Simon Yuki’s posture was unwither as he stood before the young ambitious doctor fresh out of Ivy League. His once long blue black locks were now just touching his shoulders but still fan his angelic face.
Unmoved by the visitors’ sudden arrival, Peter Moon only turned and studied his benefactor for his private study. Simon Yuki approached the four year grad with air and over confidence.
“Mr. James is in denial about his true feelings.”
“True feelings towards what or whom?”
“His affair.”
“I see.” Simon’s inquiry is interrupted by his cell phone receiving a text. He retrieved it from the inside of his left breast pocket of his tailor Italian suit and checked the caller ID.  A corrupt grin spreads his lips as he’s pleased with his unexpected caller’s message. “I have to go Doctor you’ve done an excellent job, so far.”
“Thank you Mr. Yuki.”
“As promise I have talked to our mutual friend and he has shown interest in your work.”
“Thank you Mr. Yuki.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised you hearing from him by the end of the month.”
“It will be an honor to work for him.”
“Save your praise for when you meet him.” Simon left without a word.
As he approached the stairs he texted the caller back and told him he was on his way.

As Patrick sat on a bench by the city fountain watching couples walk by unaware that one of their own was suffering a great fate of utter loneliness. He held his cell as if it was a life line, he stared down at the tiny screen at the message that informed him the caller will be there in 10 minutes, that was 20 minutes ago but he wouldn’t move in fear he would loss his nerve to call the person again.
“What do you want?” the cynical voice of Justin Shi wasn’t the tone Patrick was hoping for. A college student and Adam Potter’s faithful assistant for his detective agency. Only a few years younger than Patrick but a foot taller. Justin had a secret crush on Adam since the first day they met and he owed a lot to him for saving his life. When he received the call about Adam being shot he was the second person at the hospital; Patrick was the first, covered in Adam’s blood.
When he learned that it was Patrick who pulled the trigger he was furious; it took everything in him not to strangle Patrick or it could have been the fact the Patrick’s rich parents where there to protect him. When he receive the text from him he was going to ignore it but he was with Adam at the time.
The doctors, which Patrick’s father requested said the bullet missed his lung by a hair and went clean through his right shoulder. With the help of morphine Adam seem to take his situation lightly. Justin brought him a young bamboo plant and mini-muffins, he placed the plant on his side table and the muffins on his meal table.
Adam smiled at his assistant who sat by his side on the bed taking his good hand.
“Don’t you have school young man?” Adam asked.
“Late class but it will be over by three, I can bring you dinner so you don’t have to eat hospital food.”
“I don’t mind hospital food and you don’t have to keep coming every day I know you have tons homework and a boyfriend who I’m guessing misses you.”
“You’re my boss…and friend someone should take care of you.”
“My parents called and told me they want to fly down here, I told them no.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to have to explain what happen so I told them it was job related and that it was a graze.”
“They still must be worried.”
“They’re a strong pair and they trust me when I say it’s nothing.”
“But it wasn’t nothing.”
“Justin…”
“He shoot you.”
“He thought he was shooting at someone else.”
“Oh, his mystery rapist, come on Adam we both know who it was.”
“He said he was dressed as a bellman…”
“And that’s it he can’t remember anything else except that.”
“He’s was in shock Justin…”
“God, you’re still forgiving him after all he did to you.”
“Justin, I haven’t heard from him, he won’t answer my calls, can you…”
“Come on Adam, he’s a big boy and he has his Daddy to take care of him.”
“Can you please check on him to make sure he was alright and not blaming himself?”
Justin could never say no to him so when the text came while Adam was receiving him meds from the nurse, he decided to meet Patrick, only, he didn’t tell Adam Patrick text him and he wasn’t going to cut his visit short. Luck was against him when Adam’s medicine kicked in and he fell asleep.

Patrick looked up and saw him staring down at him with judging eyes. He knew, he never said it out load or brought it up to Adam but he knew Justin feelings towards his husband. Yet he still trusted him around him, alone. Maybe he never felt threaten by him, so what he had a school boy crush Adam wasn’t falling for that; only now Adam’s hurt and it was all his fault and he could see in Justin face that he had the upper hand.
“You’ve seen Adam.” Patrick knew this was a senseless question, most likely he visited him daily.
“Of course I did, he’s my friend.”
“How is he?”
“Still alive, does that worry you?”
Patrick ignored his callous remark. “Did he tell you what happen?”
“He doesn’t want to talk about it. I found out by being questioned by the police.”
“The police came to you?”
“Of course they did.”
“What did they ask you?”
“They wanted to know if either of you were having problems before the shooting, you know arguing, cheating, lying.”
“What did you tell them?”
“If Adam didn’t want to talk about it why should I add to his pain?”
“I suppose I should thank you.”
“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for Adam.”
“This was all a mistake.”
“For who, Adam, because than I agree?”
Patrick wanted to smack that pretentious look off his face, only he needed to be sure Adam was alright and safe and loved. Maybe Justin could give him that.
“Can I trouble you for a cigarette?”
“Adam told me you didn’t smoke?”
“A bad habit I dropped after meeting Adam. Just didn’t want it anymore.”
Justin rustled in his jacket pocket and removed a new pack he just bought that morning tossing it so quickly Patrick had to use both hands to catch it, almost dropping his cell in the process.
“I only needed one.”
“Here you’ll need this.” Justin held out a disposable lighter waiting for Patrick to take it.
“Thanks.”
“Keep both I don’t want them, besides you look as if you need them more than me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I have to go and you can cover up your guilt alone.”
“Fuck you Justin, you don’t think I know about your feelings towards my husband!”
“Don’t call me again in fact don’t bother Adam, if you have a smidgeon of decency swimming around your blue blood you go back to you silver spoon world and leave Adam alone.” Turning heel Justin didn’t wait for a response or a goodbye.
Patrick sighed deeply as he slumps back in his seat the pack of cigarettes dangled between his fingers as an ornament. A twinge of stiffness in his chest seems to crush his heart and soul, glancing around his surroundings he eyed no one particular only bodies moving to and fro. His heavy eye lids shut and the vision of that day came hushing back.

Patrick woke that morning and ventured downstairs finding the lights still on and Adam gone. He looked around to see if he left him a note anywhere but found none accept the note from Simon on the end table he had forgotten.
“Did he see this?” he thought. Returning to his bedroom he located his cell and called Simon but his voicemail answered. He tried again but Simon wouldn’t answer so in defeat he left a message. “Simon, I’m not going to meet you at the hotel so don’t bother showing up. I love Adam and he’s all I ever want so leave me alone…please…I can’t lose him. I’m blocking your number; goodbye.” He hung up and dialed Adam’s cell and again he was greeted with his voicemail. “Why won’t anyone pick up?” he said hanging up and rushing upstairs to get showered and dressed.
Patrick stood in front of the hotel seeming frozen in place. Adam wasn’t picking up his cell nor his office phone or work cell.
“Would he show up here,” he thought. “Should I wait outside for him or up there? Simon could have canceled the room.” He knew it was crazy, he knew he should have turned and went home but he needed to find out if Adam was up there, waiting for him. And if her was he could explain, beg for forgiveness…again. He could make him forgive him. Adam loved him and he love Adam and they can get through this together. He be a better husband more supportive and less nagging.
“Adam will forgive me, he will.”
Patrick headed for the elevator and pressed the arrow up button. This hotel was discreet and one didn’t need to go to the front desk to check in. He arrived on the top floor, the penthouse. Simon always charmed him this way. There was only two penthouses on the floor their doors were on opposite ends of the hall. Patrick took the one on his left. The door had a key code that Simon texted him. Adam was nowhere in sight but it still didn’t mean he wouldn’t show up.
Patrick needed to end this and keep Adam from doing something he regret. Reaching into his pocket his hand grasped something hard and a bit heavy. He removed a small hand gun that Adam gave him for protection. Ever since he got kidnapped he had promised Adam that he’d carry it with him whenever he was alone. He kept that promise but he didn’t like it, it made him nervous even though Adam taught him how to shot it and the safety was on.  But today he wanted it near him, to be sure Simon understood that he meant what he said about it being over and that he loved Adam.
He typed in the code and the small red light turned to green, the door handle gave with ease and he stepped inside. The room was dark, the curtain’s hasn’t been opened he left the door cracked to let light in as he moved towards the windows; but as he found the cord to yank them open he heard the room door close.
He turned, expecting to find Adam or Simon standing there only the room was still too dark to see them. Patrick turned to finish opening the curtains when one hand wrapped around his chest and another grabbing his wrist pulling him away from the window. He wasn’t scared because he believed it to be Adam or Simon so he didn’t resist, until he smelt the cologne and heard the voice.
“What are you doing here?” the stranger asked.
Patrick was stunned by the rush of reality, he stiffened in the man’s grip as he was made to sit on a couch than released. His eyes focused enough to see him wearing a hotel uniform.
“I’m here to meet someone,” he said.
 The seeming employee walked over to the window and opened one side of the curtains the let in just enough light. “This room was canceled. Who were you suppose to meet?”
“My husband.”
“Really, not many couples meet in the morning except for weekends.”
“That not any of your business, what are you doing here in the dark?”
“Having a break.”  Reaching into his slacks he removed a small glass bottle with a pop lid. “Care to join me?” he held the bottle out to Patrick who know what was ever in it he didn’t want.
“No thank you, I should go.” But as he rose to leave the stranger shoved him back in the chair.
“Not so fast…” he brought the bottle to his nose and inhaled throwing his head back as his brain and body enjoy the high. Patrick took full advantage and pulled out his gun pointing it at employee. Returning his a focus to Patrick he zoomed in on the gun and laughed out load. “What’s that? Is that for your husband?”
“No it’s for you, now get out of my way I wish to leave.” Patrick swallowed his fear as much as he could hoping the man would back off.
“You wish to leave? Not, get the fuck out of the way? Not very convincing.”
“I don’t need to stoop to your level to get my point across.”
The employee could see Patrick’s hand shaking and also the safety still on the gun. A wicket grin bleed across his face as he lean down letting the gun a line with his face.
“So brave and we both could have had so much fun, now it just has to be me.”
“You do see that I’m pointing a gun at you or are you too high to comprehend?”
“Oh I see it, but do you comprehend that you left the safety on?”
Patrick made the mistake of taking his eyes off him as he check to see that he was right. The gun was grab and wrenched from his grasp. In his last desperate attempt Patrick tried to sprint for the door but was tackled and pinned to the floor.
“Help, help me,” he repeated than his captor joined in screaming at the top of his lungs than bursting out laughing again.
“What are you doing? No one can hear you these are sound proof rooms! Scream all you like no one’s coming, now lay still.”
Patrick cringed feeling his body being crushed by the man above, who was fiddling with the gun.
“This gun isn’t even loaded. Bullshit!” he tossed the gun across the room. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a switch blade that he opened near Patrick’s view point. “See this, this can do a lot of damage to that pretty face if you give me trouble, understood?”
Patrick couldn’t speck as a fist full of his hair was grabbed and his head tugged back.
“Answer me you little shit.”
“Yes, I under-stand.”
“Good, get up.” Not letting go of his hair Patrick was pulled to his feet. “Hurts don’t it?”
“Yes, please let…”
“Shut up, first you fuck up my high by pulling an empty gun on me and you come in here lying to me about who you’re meeting. I know you’re not meeting your husband, I’ve seem you before with that Asian; god I wanted you than now I have you all to myself. So here is what you’re going to do…” he placed the blade close to Patrick’s jawline. “If you don’t want me to perform surgery on this pretty face of yours you’re going to undress right here and now or I make permeate scars.”
In silence Patrick knew he had no chose Adam told him what men like him would do to have their way, it was all about power. Patrick obeyed like he obeyed his father, Adam and Simon. All the men in his life always told him what to do and he submitted so why was this any different? He shed his clothes and was taken to the bedroom where for the next three hours he was used against his well. When it was all over he was abandoned limp in the bed, awake, he didn’t hear the man for a while until he returned tossing something on the bed beside his head. Patrick recognized it right away, his gun and landing beside it was two bullets.
“You had them in your pocket, not very smart. But I have to admit it was worth it. Bye princess have a great day.” Than he was gone, at least Patrick hoped so he did hear the elevator which mean he left the room door opened so he must be gone. He sat up not sure what to do.
“Should I call Adam, the police, my father or Simon? One of those dominate males would know what to do right?” his tears fell and his pride throbbed. He wanted his mother but she was dead. He laid his head down to cry out his pain but then heard elevator again.
“Was he coming back?” he thought as he reached for the gun and one bullet his hand shaking to load it and cocking the barrel pointing it to fire. He closed his eyes and preyed he wouldn’t miss as his tears blur his vision when he opened them and saw a figure coming in the room.

 The cigarettes, lighter and his cell dropped to the ground as his tears cascade down his cheeks.
“I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m—.” The knot in his throat stopped his voice but not the words that he branded his soul with, dropping his heavy head into his open palms he emptied his aching heart.
A year before:
Adam move toward the glass window of his detective agency and admired the handy work of the lettering of his title his worth. That is until he detected his last name that was missing a lower case o and replaced with a u, so instead of Potter it was Putter. Closing his eyes he tried to focus on his breathing just returning from a long overdue vacation, paid for by his soon to be father-in-law and now a wedding to plan. He entered the office and eyed his assistant Justin typing on his computer with one healthy hand tapping each key steadily and the other arm bound and cradled with graffiti covered sling. Adam caught his blue eyes and is greeted with a warm smile.
“Welcome back boss.” His hair longer than last time touching below his neck line and fanning his eyes like feathers, a whiter tent stained his tips brought more attention to his eyes.
“Justin I wasn’t expecting—“Adam was cut off by a sudden appearance of Jamie Stewart stepping into view.
“Hi Adam,” smiled the youthful beauty who seem to look younger than last met. Adam stood dumbfounded looking from Jamie to Justin who stood in a huff.
“I told him I wasn’t sure if you were coming in today but he insisted on waiting.”
“Adam I need to talk to you it’s important,” Jamie interrupted.
Adam took Janie by his shoulders and moved him to the side so he could speak to Justin.
“It’s all right I have time before my meeting.”
“What meeting? I thought you just came back from vacation?”
“Jamie why don’t you go on into my office and make yourself comfortable and I’ll be there shortly.”
Jamie glanced back at Justin and with smirk and mockery in his tone.
“Is he coming to?”
“That’s enough go into my office Jamie,” Jamie obeyed flashing Justin a retreating smile, Justin responded by rolling his eyes at the spoiled brat. “Don’t let him get to you.”
“I know how to handle his type boss don’t worry about me. Oh and I already call company to fix their mistake with your name they’ll be back later today.”
“Thank you.”
Adam entered his office and found Jamie making himself comfortable behind his desk spinning in his chair with his knees drawn up to his chest.
“So I assume whatever the urgency your visit is it’s not preventing you from behaving childishly.”
“I never had a childhood so I have to take it as it comes.”
“Tell me why you’re here Jamie?”
“I miss you, between my legs.”
Adam saw the red flags and approached Jamie grabbing hold of his wrist and pulling him to his feet. Jamie thought he was going too embraced him but instead he was hastily taken to the door. Adam reached for the knob but Jamie dropped his hand on top of his stopping him from turning the knob.
“Please Adam don’t send me away, I truly missed you, us.”
Adam felt a deep ping in his heart for the lost boy but his soul belonged to Patrick and no one else. Adam released the knob and caressed the tender cheek of his momentary weakness inducing a sweet trusting smile.
“What happened with us was a mistake Jamie, even you must understand that?”
Adam’s words cut deep as he witnessed Jamie’s sorrow in full bloom, cursing himself for demeaning what he had with the young man. Jamie wasn’t a fool he understood rejection and he wasn’t going to be humiliated or treated like a child he was going to leave with his dignity in tacked as he turned to the door to leave but this time Adam was the preventer as he took the young beauty’s chin and capturing his lips with his evoking their secret desirers, their tongues danced and lips smacked as their kiss grew deeper.
“Why did you do that Adam?”
“It’s what you wanted.”
“I don’t need your pity.”
“No, you came here to tell me something important.”
“It’s not important anymore.”
“It is to me.”
 “You still love Patrick after knowing what he did?”
“You learn to forgive, like you forgiving Simon.”
“He doesn’t deserve you.”
“Simon doesn’t deserve you, but I’m not leaving Patrick I love him and we reconnected over our holiday.”
“T.M.I Adam.”
“Then tell me why you came?”
“I’m leaving town, well going back to school.”
“Well that’s good, you should get away.”
“Simon thinks so to. I don’t think he’s as forgiving as you.”
“You told him?”
“He has his ways of finding things out.”
“So you’re both through?”
“No, only taking a break at least that’s what he said.”
“Is this what you want?”
“I want you.”
“Jamie…”
“I know, I know you love Patrick, and I still love Simon.”
“When are you leaving?”
“Tonight.”
“So soon?”
“It’s been decided while you were gone. Simon made all the arrangements.”
“How long will you be gone?”
“What if I said forever?”
“What if I say I’ll write you?”
“Write me?”
“Okay, e-mail.”
“How bout sexting?”
“How bout e-mails minus the sex?”
“Okay.”
“Wow, I never thought of you agreeing so fast.”
“I don’t want you to change your mind.”
“So long as we keep this as a friendship.”
“I guess that will have to do. I have to go, the car’s downstairs waiting for me.”
“Is he down there?”
Jamie ignored him and kissed his cheek. “Take care of yourself Adam.”
Jamie exits without a goodbye or a crude remark towards Justin who himself pretended to ignore him. Adam left his door half closed and returned to his desk, even though he was in good favor with Patrick’s parents doesn’t mean he wanted them to support them financially he was still going to be successful with his detective agency and support his future husband. Patrick was in agreement with him after all that happened to them Adam wanted to put their past behind them and look to brighter days like their wedding and more sooner Patrick’s birthday, Adam wanted to get him something special.
In the hall Jamie waited for the creaky elevator to arrive, listening to the old gears grind and struggle to pull the heavy monster  to the second floor, Jamie soon lost faith in its ability to safely take him back downstairs and opted for the stairs. As he moved to the door that wore the badge of exit it suddenly flung open bring Jamie face to face with Patrick. Both males stood staring daggers at one another. Patrick steps around Jamie wanting to pretend he was a figment of a nightmare he had but stopped and decided to speck his peace.
“Let me guess, someone is trying to hurt you again and Adam is the only detective who can help you?”
“Wow jealousy brings out your eyes.”
“There’s nothing about you that can hold a candle to me.”
“You rich boys make me sick.”
“Than that should tell you something, you should fuck your own kind.”
“Adam is--.”
“You shut up about Adam, he wants nothing to do with you he loves me, he asked me to marry him.”
“So he did.”
“Do everyone a favor and take your fucked up life somewhere else.” Patrick started to turn away when Jamie’s next statement stopped him in his tracks.
“Don’t you want to know how Simon’s doing?”
Patrick froze, not letting Jamie see his face that told his secrete. That he has been corresponding with Simon since that night. “I’m sure he’s fine after what you put him through.”
“Listen to the fare and beauty on his soap box, what do either of them see in you?”
Regaining his composure Patrick turned back to Jamie. “Don’t ever speck to Adam again, you’re not welcomed in our lives.”
Jamie turned and stormed through the door slamming the frame against the wall before it retracted. Patrick cursed himself for starting a fight with him he never meant to belittle him considering what he’d done. Turning towards Adam’s office he wanted to put that behind him and everything before his and Adam’s holiday, but what was Jamie seeing Adam for did he find out about him and Simon sharing words, did Simon tell him?
“Patrick, are you alright?” asked Justin standing at the door.
“What? I mean yes, of course, why?”
“I heard you yelling at someone, was it Jamie Stewart?”
“Yes, what was he doing here?”
“Unsure he spoke to Adam in his office.”
“Then I need to speck to Adam.”
“He’s right here,” started Adam moving carefully around Justin who returned to his desk. Adam approached Patrick with hand raised. “Before you say a word Jamie came by to tell me goodbye, he’s going back to school.”
“How can you be so sure he won’t come back?”
“Well—.” Just then both of their cell phones rang, they both looked at one another as they retrieved their phones Adam’s from him pants pocket and Patrick’s from his jacket pocket; turning their backs to one another as they answered.
Adam’s voice boomed with professionalism as it was a possible high profile client he was hoping to call back. The file was on his desk so he needed to return to his office, he started back but not before looking back at Patrick who was deep into his conversation and didn’t seem to notice Adam walking away. In silence Patrick listened as the voice on the other end of his cell entice his senses.
“I so miss holding your leg next to my ear as I look down at you.”
Simon’s voice spread through his body like a virus, Patrick physique boiled from the memory.
“I can’t talk right now.”
“How long will you be, I want to see to you?” Patrick kept his voice low but clear.
“I’m here seeing my fiancé.”
“How is that answering my question?”
“I’m not sure how long I’ll be.”
“Then meet me later.”
“I don’t know…”
“Yes you do, call me back when you’re alone.”
Than the line went dead, Patrick felt his heart being pulled apart as he returned his cell phone to his pocket. When he turned and found Adam gone he assumed the call was from a client so he  entered Adam’s reception room, Justin was busy typing looking towards Adam’s private office and saw that his fiancé was still on his cell deep in conversation at his desk looking at an open file. Not wanting to disturb him Patrick walked over to the window that over looked the building and stared innocently out, he recognized the sliver Lexus belong to Simon Yuki and instantly his cell rang, but before he could answer it Justin spoke up.
“Patrick is everything alright?”
Patrick’s body tensed from the innocent question and snapped back at Justin’s concern.
“Of course I’m all right,” he voiced, surprised at how vibrant it was, he struggled to retrieve the singing phone from his pocket and quickly turned from the window so not to draw attention to the car he secretly wanted to be in. he wasn’t able to answer and saw they left a voice mail.
What was he thinking he needed to think, work things out before everything he loved and desired falls through his fingers. He started for the door to leave when Adam stepped into his path.
“Patrick, what’s gotten into you, all Justin asked if you were ok, why did you bite his head off?” Adam noticed the phone in Patrick’s hand and saw the voicemail notice. “Does it have something to do with that voice mail?”
“Why, don’t you trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
Adam studied his partner and saw a secrete hiding behind his eyes, breaking his heart. The silence was killing Patrick who wanted to fall against Adam’s chest and burst into tears. Adam leaned down and kissed Patrick’s flushed cheek and stepped out of his way.
“You look like you need to leave, I won’t keep you.” Adam opened the office door for his aristocrat and watched him cross the threshold, Patrick moved in slow motion as he walked out and approached the stairs, the cold click of the closing door caused him to freeze in his tracks, looking at his cell phone he stared at the screen. He knew it was Simon commanding him to come to him weakening him with his seductive words, knowing full well if he left that building he would fall into the same trap as before and loss Adam, his lover the man he wanted to walk down the aisle to, confess his undying love to, have children with, to make memories and grow old with. He slips the cell into his pocket and turned back to Adam’s office.
Entering Justin looked up and seemed confused why Patrick returned. Glancing at Adam’s private office he figured Patrick will bit his head off again but went ahead and spoke up.
“Adam’s on the phone and doesn’t want to be disturbed.”
“That’s fine, Justin I’m sorry I snapped at you I was being a jerk.”
“I know you have a lot on your mind, its ok.”
“No, that’s not an excuse; I’ve come to see you as part of me and Adam’s family, like a brother. And we want you in our wedding to stand up for us.”
“Wow, that’s really not necessary.”
“Please, it would mean the world to Adam--to us.”
“Ok, I would love to.”
“Wonderful.” A broad smile spread across his face as he heard Adam’s door open.
“Patrick?” entering his fiancé office Adam closed the door and is immediately embraced by Patrick lips and arms around his neck. The taste of his tongue and the cinnamon mouth wash set Adam off as he pulled the smaller male closer grinding their lower halves together. Patrick responded by pulling his lips away from his seeming disappointed lover to flash a wicked smile and ease down to his knees. Adam was all for his gift but saw his desk as a suitable cover and his chair more comfortable, taking hold of Patrick’s shoulder as he was just unfastening Adam’s belt. Stunned but silent Patrick allowed Adam to direct him to his desk, Adam took the more comfortable seat as Patrick watched him undo his pants. He seized the salivating male’s arm and gently tugged him to his knees, Patrick more than welling obeyed his soul mate with a lustful smile as he sat between Adam’s legs presented with his pride begging to be sucked.
Patrick wrapped his lips around the pleasures and glided his tongue down to the base, slowly rising to the tip and repeating the action twice more before speeding up. His head bobs up and down as his drooling mouth slicked Adam’s cock increasing the friction that stimulated the nerves, Adam responded in a high like glow as his head fell back and a deep throated sigh escaped his lips. More and more Patrick took into his mouth sliding the thickness down his throat, touching the back sending a mad sensation throughout Adam’s body. Adam’s fingers ran through the waves caressing the back of his ears feeling his jaw muscles contract. His hips jerked up pushing his full length deeper into the orifice freeing his seed in sloppy shots Patrick finished Adam off swallowing every drop and smiling as he licked the corner of his mouth. Adam allowed Patrick to close his pants and buckled his belt before bring his cherished lover to his lap.
“I can’t believe I took so long to ask you to marry me,” stated Adam.
“I can’t believe how I took you for granted.”
Adam took his lips and held them captive with his, their kiss deepened as they fell into an embrace, their separation was mutual.
“I should get going so you can get back to work.”
“I’ll try and get done early; we can go out to dinner.”
“We just got back, let’s say home.”
“Really, but you love going out?”
“I love being with you.”
“How can I argue something so true?”
Patrick stood seeming to feel out of place suddenly as Adam watched his eyes drift off somewhere else; Adam rose and stepped to him taking him into his arms.
“So what’s the rest of your plans for todays?”
“I was going to see my parents.”
“Is this about our wedding?”
“It could be.”
“Well anything you want I’ll love but if you want me involved--?”
“We need to pick what we’re going to wear. I can buy some magazines and tonight we can order out and go through them?”
“Will we be naked, because I like looking at things when your skin’s touching mine?”
“I think I can manage that if you promise…“
“…to buy your favorite cupcakes?”
“I was going to say keep your hands to yourself until we found our outfits?”
“I promise to control myself, only afterwards we’re going to have to put in overtime to burn off all those calories?”
“You’re buying the ones with the cream in the middle?”
 “Buttercream.”
“Ok, you can touch a little.”
Adam leaned in for a kiss that caused Patrick’s knees to bend as he’s pulled into a deeper embrace, needing Adam to support him as he savored the wet muscle that took liberty in tasting his mouth. Adam was the one who broke their kiss not because he wanted to, but because he didn’t want Justin hearing any more than he already had through his door. Patrick was hard and ready but understood why Adam stopped he wasn’t going to get home any faster if they continued like this.
“I guess I should go and let you get back to work.”
“Why don’t you take the car it’s a long way to your parents and the cab fare could get pricy?”
“My dad always pays for it and besides I have my own money.”
“Patrick…”
“I know, I know, you don’t want to depend on my inheritance”
“It’s your nest egg.”
“It’ll be ours once we’re married and there’s more than enough where neither of us have to work.”
Adam knew where this was going, they never had a chance to talk about Patrick’s concern about him being a detective and the sometimes risk he gets into. Adam had hoped Patrick forgotten about it. This wasn’t the time or place to discuss this so Adam decided to end it there. 
“See you tonight have a nice time at your parents.” He kissed his forehead chiming to Patrick the discussion was over, Patrick closed his eyes and swallowed his pride as he put on a supportive smile to his fiancé.
“I well, bye.”
A warm kiss and a welcomed grope from Adam’s palm onto his ass cheek Patrick exited the office closing Adam’s door behind him; he turned to Justin to say goodbye but found him gone.
Outside, Simon’s car held three occupants Simon, Jamie and Justin all watched as Patrick exits the building and paid no mind to anything or anyone around him as he flagged down a cab.


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