Two Timers II- Someone I Use to Love--Part II

Two Timers II- Someone I Use to Love--Part II

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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? Okay this is only the first draft but as a request I'm uploading it up to the point I stopped, Please enjoy and also if you finish it please comment. Thanks

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?
Okay this is only the first draft but as a request I'm uploading it up to the point I stopped,
Please enjoy and also if you finish it please comment. Thanks

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

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? Okay this is only the first draft but as a request I'm uploading it up to the point I stopped, Please enjoy and also if you finish it please comment. Thanks

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 25, 2013

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Justin picked up on what was about to happen as the door to Adam’s office closed, not wanting to be around when the familiar moans and groans came echoing out between the cracks of the door. He snatched his coat, scarf, gloves and cigarettes and took his leave. The bitter cold caused him to turn his collar up to block the icy touch to his neck as he popped a cancer stick into his mouth and took a long drag as the tip took on a different matter as it was lite. Enjoying the pull of nicotine coursing through his lungs, Justin closed his eyes to the world as he focused on the release of white smoke. He reaches up to remove the cigarette from his lips except is surprised when someone else removed it for him. His eyes pop open annoyed by the invasion of his privacy finding himself face to face to Simon Yuki.
Over whelmed by the sudden audience of the man who freed him from being blackmailed, an icy shiver crawled up his spin remembering being kidnapped by the mad man he also hired. Even though the street had shoppers walking to and fro Justin felt unsafe and paranoid. Simon took no notice of Justin’s discomfort.
“Justin, I’ve been meaning to talk to you, to see how you were doing.”
He looked anxiously around for anyone he knew but all the faces he eyed were strangers. Ethan was the face that he wanted Ethan would fix this but even Ethan wasn’t there.
“There’s no need to fear me Justin I’m here to help you.”
“Help me; I don’t need any more help.”
“So you don’t long for Adam anymore?” Justin wished he never paused but he did and the tears that rose in his eyes seem to multiply from nowhere. Simon reached up with his gloved hand and brushed the tumbling tear away. “Come sit in my car you’ll want to hear what I have to say.”
Justin was so over whelmed with emotion he didn’t care if Lucifer was propositioning him. He followed willingly, climbing into the luxury car whose door was held open by the driver followed by Simon.
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Patrick sat in the cab after telling the driver where he wanted to go he stared off into nothing. His mind was in overdrive as he tried to calm down from what transpired in Adam’s office. Past memories raced back to argument over money. Money something Patrick never in his life had to think about, he always had it at his disposal, no matter how mad he was with his parents and ran away they never cut his funds off, he suppose they always knew he would return after he’d calm down. He never realized how selfish he was to them and he never even thanked them for their support. He decided once he arrived he was going to thank them for all their support mostly for his new life style with Adam. He owned them that much. He nearly jumped when his cell rang out to be answered, quickly digging it out of his pocket he press the response button without checking the caller ID.
“Hello.”
“Where are you?”
“Simon?”
“I need to see you.”
“No, I can’t…”
“Why not?”
“Well for one thing I’m going to see my parents and also I’m with Adam now and forever.”
“Sound so finial.”
“It is, so please, stop calling me.”
“Why, aren’t we still friends?”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Anything is possible Patrick, would you believe that I know for a fact I well see you soon?”
 “No, that can’t happen.”
“Please Patrick, just for moment, just to talk.” His voice polluted his brain as Patrick tried to will away his hard on. 
“Please Simon, if you care for me you won’t ask me again.”
“Bullshit!” Patrick caught his breath as tears welled in his eyes feeling his walls of defense slowing crumble. “I’m the only one who understands you, the only reason you’re with him is because he got to you first and you feel some loyalty to him, but we both know he’s way out of you league Patrick and he can’t give you what you truly desire.”
“What—I desire is him.”
“You hesitated, are you even sure any more?”
“Stop Simon, please—stop.”
“Not until you say the words in my face.”
A sudden loud beep echoed in Patrick’s ear that caused him to look at the face of the phone. The battery was dying.
“I can’t talk now my phone is about to die.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I swear I’m not.”
“I’m coming to you.”
“No Simon please…”
The line went dead as Patrick’s phone shut off. He tried to restart it but failed as he shoves it back into his coat pocket.

Justin retuned to the office trying to remain quiet but was busted as Adam laid stretched out on the guest couch with his arm behind his head, waiting for him.
“Back from your break?” Adam sat up resting his feet on the floor.
“Yeah, I needed air.”
“Justin I know why you left.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I wasn’t behaving professional with Patrick here, we should have controlled ourselves.”
“Is that it?”
“I thought it was.”
“You mean you don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“Patrick asked me to stand up for both of you at your wedding.”
“He did?”
Justin took his seat at his desk holding his now throbbing arm.
“He did.”
“What did you say?”
“What could I say, no there’s no way I would ever stand up for you?”
“Justin—“
“I said yes.” His forced smile seems to ease Adam’s concern thinking he was upset.
“Really, this is so great Justin, I couldn’t think of a better man to stand with us.”
Adam rose but was caught off guard by Justin kissing him on the lips, just the lips. This heighten sense in Justin seemed to calm his knotted stomach and throbbing arm.
Adam stepped away and looked at his assistant with otter surprise. Justin stared at his boss with all his hopes and dreams exposed. Adam never saw it or pretended it never existed.
“Where in the world did that…”
“Adam I love you.” He finally said it, he spoke out loud what had been eating his soul for years; he loved him.
Adam let his words sink in and approached his assistant reaching out to him and taking his shoulders. Justin thought they were going to embrace but instead Adam’s face turned red as his grip tighten on his shoulders to the point of Justin’s present injury increased the discomfort. Justin cried out as Adam squeezed harder until the younger male’s knees gave out and he collapsed to the floor. Adam started laughing at him and shaking his head in disbelief.
“This has got to be a joke, you? Why would I touch a whore? That’s what you are, a whore.”
Justin looked up at him with tears running down his face clinching his throbbing shoulder.
“Adam, please don’t…”
“Don’t what, tell the truth? Why shouldn’t I, you’re the one who tricking yourself out to other men to get what you want. Why would I touch such a filthy person?”
“Why are you talking to me like that? I thought…”
“You thought what? That I’d say I love you back, dear god no. In fact you’re done, I want you out of here and out of my life.”
Adam turned and walked out as Justin started calling to him.
“Please Adam I’m sorry, I take it all back, please don’t leave me!”
A hand was nudging Justin’s good shoulder as he was crying out. Justin jumps with a start looking around and finding himself on the couch with Adam standing over him.
“Justin, you were dreaming, are you okay, are you still having nightmares from being kidnapped?”
“What?”
“I was on a conference call when I heard you yelling my name.”
“I was dreaming?”
“Yeah, did you go out?”
“Why?”
“You still have your coat on. I didn’t hear you leave or come back, some detective huh,” he smiled as he helped Justin to stand.
“I didn’t leave, I was cold and didn’t want to turn the heat up.”  Justin walked over to the window and looked out at the passing cars below.
“Do you want to tell me what you were dreaming about?”
“It was…I don’t remember,” Justin lied turning back to Adam.
“How’s your shoulder?”
“My shoulder, why?”
“Justin, it’s in a sling and you have been working pretty hard, I don’t want you overstraining yourself, what’s wrong?” Adam reached out to touch him on his good shoulder but Justin flinched and backed away. Still unsure he was dreaming. “Justin, ok that’s it…”
“Please don’t fire me.” Adam’s mouth fell open when the words hit him.
“Fire you, why in the world would I do something so insane?”
Justin slowly came to realize it was all a dream and calmed down reaching for his injured shoulder.
“You need to rest so I’m taking you home.”
“No, Adam I’m fine.”
“Okay you don’t want me to take you home I’ll call Ethen.”
 “I’m fine.”
“Justin I can see that you’re in pain I want you to go home and rest can you please do that for me.”
“But what about the work I still need to do?”
“It can wait, beside I don’t want your boyfriend biting my head off for over working you.”
“Ethan’s at school.”
“No I’m not I’m right here.” Adam turned and eyed the skateboarder standing at the doorway holding his signature board staring hard at Adam.
“Ethan, what are you doing here?” asked Justin.
“I’m here to take you home you need your meds and rest.”
“Like I told Adam I’m fine.”
“Justin...” but Adam was cut short by Ethan.
“Can I speak to Justin alone?”
“Ethan you can’t—.”
“It’s alright, I need to make a few calls so I can use my cell and go get some lunch.” Before Justin could protest Adam grabbed his coat and left hoping the skaterboy will talk some sense into Justin.
“What the fuck Ethan, you could get me fired!”
“I doubt it; he’d never fire you,”
“Ethan, just go.”
“Ok, I see you have your coat on let’s go.”
“Why aren’t you in school?”
“It’s my half day, now it’s your turn to answer a question, what was he doing with his tongue in your mouth?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh come on Justin I saw it, he was kneeling next to you with his mouth on yours.”
“No, that couldn’t have happened, he was trying to wake me up, I was having a nightmare.”
“A nightmare, what about, that guy and what he did…”
“Patrick asked me to be their best man.” Justin blurred out trying to change the subject.
“Are you kidding me?”
“I said yes.”
“Just so Adam could kiss you?”
“I told you he didn’t kiss me, he was trying to wake me up.”
“Didn’t look like that to me?”
Justin saw it, the pain, the hurt, the humiliation he felt so many times before staring back at him in Ethan’s eyes. He stepped to his skaterboy and with one able hand he took hold of his roommate’s hand and brought it to his cheek; his fingers weaved through the soft locks as his palm rested under his chin half cupping his face. Ethan long to kiss him but first brushed his thumb across the lips that were brushed by another man. Than immediately his took what he felt was his and embraced the lips of the broken boy. Justin accepted the abrupt kiss whole heartily but deep down wanted only Adam’s lips to touch his. Justin broke their kiss first.
“Let’s go home my arm hurts.”
Ethan opens the door and followed him from the office; Justin locks the door behind them.

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The James manor rose into view as Patrick’s cab approached; still mystified from his conversation with Simon he knew he should have told him to back off but Simon like the men in his life had ways to make him do what they wanted. He was so timid and hated himself for it. The cab stopped at the foot of the steps and Patrick’s door was opened by his father’s gentleman. Patrick greeted him with sincerity and him in turned welcomed the young master home.
He was escorted in and his coat taken with great care by the maid who welcomed Patrick home with a warm smile. Patrick returned her jester of warm affection and followed the gentleman to the sitting room where his parents waited for him. Walking down the halls of his childhood home was inviting to his heart he remembering having foot races with his friends when he was six and getting caught skateboarding by his mother who never really punished him except having him sit with her to hear one of many countless stories of her childhood than his father coming in to top her with one of his daring adventures. Patrick would help himself to the bowl of candy on a nearby table and sit for hours listening to them go back and forward. Than in the end they would plan a family adventure trip so Patrick could enjoy the wonders they have seem and done. He never wanted those days to end.
“Patrick, you’re here,” chimed his mother who sat on the couch with her feet up on an ottoman and her lower half concealed with an afghan.
He entered the room with wall to wall bookshelves filled with 1000’s upon 1000’s of books old and new. Greenery scattered about and a Persian rug that Patrick have laid on reading countless books, or played with his toys.
“Are you alright Mother?” Patrick asked noticing the tiredness in her face. He took his place besides her kneeling on the very rug of his youth.
“Oh I’m feeling a bit of under the weather but nothing to be worried about.” She took his hand as he sat back on his heels and he kissed the back of hers. The sweet oils in her skin awaken Patrick’s scenes to times past when he laid in her arms on sunny days. How he long for a small sip of those days.
“Well we don’t have to talk about the wedding today we can just spend some time together.”
“That would be nice, and when I’m better we can go on a shopping spree together for your wedding, something I will not miss,” she said.
“Why would you miss it?”
“She means it hypothetical Patrick; of course she’ll be at your wedding we’ll both be there,” said his father. “How are you my son?” Jamie rose and embraced his father whole heartily. “Is everything well you seem tense?”
“No…I mean yes, everything’s fine.”
“I tried to call you but your cell…”
“The battery died while I was in the taxi, sorry.”
“No need to apologize just happy you made it, go sit with your mother. Can I fix you a drink?”
“Just a seltzer and lime,” said Patrick, whom took his place beside her, his father approached the bar and made their drinks.
“So tell me have you and Adam picked your outfits for the wedding yet?” asked his mother.
“We’re looking at magazines tonight. Is it okay we talk about something else tonight?”
“Well of course,” said his mother who gave Mr. James a concern look.
“Remember when we use to go on family adventures?”
“What brought that on?” asked his father who handed him his drink and stood behind his wife brushing her hair he’d touched many times over the years.
“Nothing, just something that popped into my head.”
“Well than let’s take a walk down memory lane, would you like to begin Cyprus?”
“If I must but remember you ask to follow a hard act.”
Their laughter was infectious as the house echoed with their happiness.?
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Jamie’s in his room on his bed staring at his packed luggage at the foot of his bed; dressed and ready to go to the train station he waited for Simon’s return.
“Why him?” Jamie broods over Patrick’s ability to have two men fight over him. “What makes him more interesting? Why would either of them want anything to do with someone who can’t make up his mind?”

Adam wrapped up work early; he preordered dinner as promised and called ahead to the bakery to preorder Patrick’s cupcakes. He locked up his office, he felt light on his feet as he headed out to his car. Outside the bitter wind didn’t even freeze his pleasant mood. He climbed behind the wheel and it took three tries to start the motor, as he waited for it to warm up he reached for his cell and was about to call Patrick when suddenly it rang. Adam felt a tightness in his chest as he read the caller ID.
“Memorial Hospital.” Panic raced through Adam as he took a deep breath and answered.
“Hello,” he tied to sound calm.
“Adam?” said Cyprus is a weary voice.
“Mr. James?”
“I had to rush Jamie’s mother to the emergency.”
“Is Jamie with you?”
“No, he left just before she had a relapse.”
“I thought you were going to tell him?”
“She was but backed out in fear it would obstruct your wedding plans. She wants to wait until after you both said your vows.”
“I understand her reasons but what if she…”
“No, she’s not in danger she’s fine now.”
“Why call me than?”
“She wanted me to ask if you and Patrick were alright.”
“Alright—of course we are, why would she have concern?”
“Patrick planned to come over to discuss your wedding plans but when he arrived he wanted to change the subject. Adam, we are only concern and offer our help.”
“We appreciate your offer, in fact we’re discussing the wedding tonight over dinner so you can put your worries to rest”
“That’s wonderful, this will make his mother happy, and I as well.”
“I suppose you want me to keep quiet about all of this?”
“We know we put you in an awkward position Adam and we value your discretion. I must go, the doctors are done examining her and I need to be with her.”
The disconnection ended without a goodbye and Adam was relieved in so many ways. First it wasn’t Patrick and second his future mother-in-law was alright.
Adam glanced at his watch and saw he was risking repercussion from Patrick if he doesn’t get home soon with the food and he was worried Patrick might be having second thoughts about getting married.

Patrick returned home with his arms filled, thanks to his father giving him a gold card to go spoil himself, normally Patrick would refuse but now that his parents accept Adam as his lover there’s no more war and what’s wrong with him taking gifts from his parents? Designer bags hung from his forearms swaying from the jerky movement Patrick was making when entering his and Adam’s home.
Exhausted and excited about his approaching evening with his fiancé he hurried upstairs to his humble bedroom, tossing his bags of treasures on the floor by the dresser he flung off his coat and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Years ago he would have hung it properly but watching Adam he learned to relax and not get so caught up with neatness. Although he did have servants care for his things he still took pride in his belongings.
He wanted to shower and prep himself for Adam’s arrival; he bought his favorite scent in a shower gel that renders Adam primal, digging through the bags he found it in the last one. Patrick rushed towards the bathroom almost colliding with Simon Yuki. There he stood to Patrick’s disbelief, his coat removed he wore a simple top that hugged to his torso exposing his will define body.
Patrick tried to back away but Simon was on top of him pushing him back on the bed and holding him down with his weight.  Patrick let out a cry but Simon muffled it with his mouth snaking his tongue into the struggling male. Patrick tried to push him off, tried to resist but Simon’s voice chimed in his ear.
“Don’t tell me you don’t crave our bodies, their flesh to touch.”
Simon’s silky hair caressed Patrick’s cheek as their kiss deepened Simon snaked his fingers down Patrick’s side towards his hips, grouping the male’s sweet bottom help open a gap between their privates as his hand reached between and undid both pants and exposed the hardness between the two. A rush of guilt consumed Patrick as he forced his lips from Simon and tried but failed to hold back his cries.
“Please, please not here not in our bed.” His appeals echoed in Simon’s ears and for a moment Simon felt sorry for his softhearted affair.
“Then promise me something?”
“Anything.”
“Come to my bed whenever I call.”
“Simon you know I can’t.”
“Then I’ll take what I want here.”
“No Simon.” Patrick’s protest fell on death ears as Simon stripped the clothes they wore off and held the begging Patrick down as he covered his face, and upper body with kisses. Patrick’s wrist were pinned behind his back as he’s flipped over and a pillow shoved under his hips propping up his bottom.
Patrick knew there was no escape so he relaxed the best he could and accepted Simon desire to slide inside him. All the time Simon watched his Patrick try to break free but preceded to thrust in and out of the succumb male.
“Feel me Patrick, remember our desire,” Simon stated as he pushed deeper inside the stretched bloom. Patrick did remembered their affair and the pain he saw in Adam’s eyes when he told him.
“I almost lost the man I love for physical pleasure.”
“Adam isn’t innocent.”
“I started this game and I want it to end. Let me go or…I’ll press charges.”
Simon stopped moving but still held Patrick captive, he wanted a moment to think over Patrick’s threat. He withdrew just as Patrick’s phone rang, climbing off the bed Simon checked for the call ID, it was Adam. He showed the phone to Patrick who tried to take it but was denied, Simon pressed the green button to let the call through than placed the phone on speaker. Panic raced through Patrick’s as his bedroom is filled with back round sounds of traffic. Simon sat beside him on the bed and held the phone just out of reach but close enough to speak.  After an awkward moment Adam’s worried voice filled the room.
“Patrick, hello, are you there?”
“I’m here,” Patrick respond in a voice above a whisper.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes the connection must be bad, where are you?”
“I’m in a slow lane that’s under construction at rush hour.”
“So you’re going to be late?”
“Looks like it, but, never fear I have food and cupcakes so hold tight I’m on my way.”
“Okay, be careful.”
“I well, love you.”
“I love you to.”
The line went dead; Simon returned the cell to the dresser as Patrick sat motionless on the bed, his clothes hanging off his body. With his back to him Simon began to redress in silence.
“Simon you do understand me and Adam love each other now?”
Simon ignored his question as he adjust his top.
“Please Simon talk to me, I need to hear you understand.”
“Do you hate me that much?”
“What, no I can never hate you.”
Simon turned to Patrick and smiled seeing him sitting with his clothes hanging of his beautiful form.
“You should fit yourself before your fiancé gets here.”
Patrick look down at himself and a smile spilled across his face. “I guess I am a bit of a mess.”
Simon raised the younger male to his feet and helped him dressed.
“So how do you feel about Jamie’s going back to school?”
Simon glanced towards the bathroom and a thought popped in his head.
“Patrick ever since their tryst in your shower Jamie couldn’t stop thinking about him that’s why he’s going back to school.”
“Wait, what, my shower?”
“Didn’t Adam confess after you confessed?”
“No, confess what?” his reply was so soft that Simon barely him.
“His and Jamie’s tête-à-tête, in that shower.” He shot a jester over his shoulder. “Well, that’s between you and Adam.”
 “Adam and Jamie,” Patrick remembered when he told Adam about his affair with Simon when he was away on a business trip. He remembered how upset, angry and disgusted he was with him. Now Patrick finds out that Adam fucked his own client and never said a word. Was the reason he forgave him so easily was because he felt guilty about his own cheating?
Patrick returned to the bed sitting down and Simon joined him draping an arm around his shoulder giving him a small hug.
“I would have never pressed charges against you,” confessed Patrick who voice began to crack under stress.
“I know and I’m sorry for forcing myself on you, you didn’t deserve that.”
“Well you hold me?”
“In his bed?”
“In mine.”
“This won’t solve your problems?”
“Simon I need you please don’t reject me now.” His tear fell as Simon tried to wipe them away by kissing Patrick’s lips, cheeks and eyes. They laid back on the sheet that were once secrete to only him and Adam was now marked with another man’s scent.

Adam waited patiently as the traffic inched forward the smell of cooling hot food taunted him to taste it. He glanced at his cell and thought of calling Patrick but than what Patrick’s father told him about Patrick not wanting to talk about their wedding started to bother him. Was he having second thoughts or was someone whispering in his ear?

The bed bobs up and down as the male on the bottom was slammed repeatedly causing moans and grunts to escape his panting mouth. Patrick was made to kneel sticking his ass cheeks in the air, his head and shoulder were pinned by Simon as he slide in and out of his body, Patrick never wanted this high to stop; thinking that Adam, his lover, his fiancée, his soul mate would cheat on him in their home. He pulled and tugged at his sheets as his body was used.
“Beg for it,” ordered Simon.
Patrick gasped between moans obeyed and cried out his hunger.
“Oh god, please fuck me, do whatever you want I need this!”
The thrusting doubled as the controller neared his eruption, Patrick in tuned with Simon’s movements reached between his legs and yanked repeatedly on his cock keeping in time with Simon, he wanted to ride the wave with him.
Adam was so mad with him when he confessed his affair and to find out it was Simon must have tested his faith in their relationship. Nails dug into his flesh as his hips were used as handles to hold him in place. Their cries flood the house as both men exploded Patrick on his sheets and Simon inside him.
Patrick collapsed, feeling profoundly exhausted as if the wind was knocked of him by a swift punch in the gut. Simon turned the weaken Patrick over to see tears covering his cheeks, he gathered him into his arms and hugged.
“Patrick please don’t cry,” he said wiping the tears away with his fingers.
“Tell me when it happened.”
“Patrick…”
“Simon, I need to know when it took place.”
“The night you were kidnapped.”
“That night,” he said with a deep sob in his voice. His body trembled as he openly sobbed in Simon’s arms. “He fucked him when I was with that sick bastard?”
“Patrick, get dressed, come with me. You need to calm down before confronting him.”
Patrick heard his words but all he wanted was to see Adam more than ever he needed to look into his eyes and see the truth for himself. He stopped crying and collected himself sitting up and turning his back to Simon who moved close behind him kissing his shoulder.
“I can’t, I have to stay here and talk to Adam.”
“Do you want me stay?”
“No, please I have to do this on my own.”
“Patrick the only reason I told you is because I don’t believe you should bend over backwards for a one sided fault.”
Patrick looked back at Simon and smiled. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow okay?”
Simon kissed his welling lips and in silence he stood and dressed leaving Patrick still sitting on the bed.


Adam finally broke free from the congested traffic and with untouched food he was headed home. ?
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Simon long gone Patrick stripped the bed while tears fell from his eyes; he scrubbed the bath room walls, cleaning wasn’t one of Patrick’s strong suits in fact he down right hated it but he had to remove the lies of Adam’s deception. He won’t confess to what he’d done in their bed. If Adam could keep a secret from him then so could he.
He loved Adam, and he knows he loved him back. When he laid eyes on him when he was lying naked on that beach he was under his spell, he knew he was the one, the only one.
He’ll put this behind him; forget it ever happened, he and Adam will get married and live their lives without any distraction form anyone or thing.
A knock at his door startled him, it was strong and demanding. Patrick went downstairs to answer it first checking through his peephole to his surprise it was his father. He opened the door and stared at the distressed man.
“Father, what are you doing here so late?”
“Patrick—“his voice cracked.
“Father what’s wrong?” Patrick could see that his father was distress looking pale and beaten down.  He took his arm and led him inside to the living room, they sat together on the couch. “Father tell me what’s wrong, is it mother?”
Cyprus James searched for the words as he took a deep breath and released it, regarding his son’s anxious expression. With his right hand he caressed his only child’s hair and face.
“Your mother is sick, her heart is weak and she’s in the hospital.”
“I knew something was wrong when I saw her, she wasn’t herself.”
“The doctors stabilized her so she’s out of danger for now.”
“She’s going to get better right?”
“She’s taking medication.”
“What does that mean?”
“The pills are what’s keeping her alive.” 
 “When did she get sick?”
“Patrick, it was a long time ago, right now we should be focusing on your mother’s health.”
“Was it after she had me?”
Cyprus grasped his son face and made him look right at him.
“Patrick, none of this has anything to do with you. Right now your mother needs you to focus on yours and Adam’s wedding.”
“A wedding she might never come to.”
“No god will ever keep her from seeing you walk down that isle.”
“I want see her?”
“Not tonight, visiting hours are over, but I’ll have my drive by tomorrow morning to take you to see her.”
“So, you’re going home?”
“Yes, our Doctor suggested I get some rest before returning, nonetheless her medication well help her sleep through the night so she won’t notice me not there.”
“You shouldn’t be alone father.”
“Neither should you.”?
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Jamie settled into a drowsy sleep as he waited for Simon to return. His room door opened as someone entered and chilled fingers touched his cheek waking him from a near deep slumber. He opened his eyes and saw Simon sitting in a nearby chair. He eyed his savior with hoped that he changed his mind about sending him away.
“Simon, do I still have to go back to school?”
“I’m afraid so, it’s best for all consider.”
“You mean for Patrick—I know you have feeling for him and you want him. Only he loves Adam.”
 “I hear a touch of bitterness in your voice.”
“You don’t love me anymore?”
“You know the answer to that question Jamie.”
“I still love you.”
“And I care for you, but that’s all.”
“I never wanted any of this to happen if it wasn’t for Penny...”
“No one did, but I don’t want you to ever fear that I would abandon you. I promised you I would always take care of you and I will.”
“But like a brother right?”
“I wish things were different but I suppose my feeling for Patrick were not over yet.”
“You do realize your feelings are one sided?”
“You don’t know the whole story Jamie.”
“He’s marring Adam. He only wants Adam.”
“He can change their mind.”
“Are you riding with me?”
“No, but I’ll visit you, this I promise Jamie.”
“Now what?”
“My driver will be here to take you to the train station after he drops me off at an engagement.”
“He’s not driving me to the school? I have to get there by myself.”
“I arranged for the school to pick you up at the station as soon as you arrive. You will still have a sizable allowance and the same room you had before. If you should need anything I’m just a phone call away.”
His tears were hard to stop as they over flowed down his cheeks. He tried to cover his face with his hands but Simon pulled him to his feet and embraced him. Jamie sobbed uncontrollable into Simon’s chest.
“Jamie, I never meant to hurt you but your living conditions will always be the same and I will provide for.”
Pushing away. “Oh yeah, what if, you do manage to get Patrick from Adam and you bring him here. Do you really believe he will be cool with me coming and going?”
“We’ll make it work. Now I have to go.” Simon turned to leave but Jamie grabs his arm
“And what about our—games? Will your Patrick be able to keep up?”
Simon turned to face Jamie and with self-assurance he grasp behind his neck and pulled him in for a deep long kiss. Jamie’s body responded in the only way it could, by falling into Simon’s arms and allowing the one person who showed him genuine love to do whatever he wanted. Simon felt the heat rising between them and he remember the first time he took Jamie into his bed but when Patrick returned home and sported around that detective he felt a surge of jealousy and knew he had to have him, hold him, fuck him.
Breaking their kiss Simon composed himself and walked out of Jamie’s room headed for the elevator.
“The car will be back in an hour.” He called not turning around. 
“He’s not going to leave Adam for you Simon. You’re living a fools dream!”
The elevator door closed as Jamie came up and slammed his fist into it.
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Adam arrived home, discovering Cyprus James car in his driveway, finding the late visit odd Adam left the food in his car and entered his home. Hearing no voices at first but saw a light illuminating from the living room, then Cyprus voice telling Patrick it was time to go.
Adam walked into the living room and found Cyprus helping Patrick on with his coat. Adam could cut the tension with a knife as he stared at his lover whose face was flushed from crying.
“Patrick, what’s wrong?”
Patrick was too shaken to speak the words his Father told him. All he could do was look away. Adam approached him and cupped his face and tried to brush away the tears only to see new ones replaced them. He turned to Cyprus for answers.
“What’s wrong with him?” Patrick broke free and flew into his father’s arms. “Patrick…oh god is it your mother, her heart,” Patrick turned to him with disbelief.
“You knew about her heart?” his voice cracked.
“Well, yeah…”
“And you didn’t bother to tell me?” he snapped.
“What, no Patrick she said she would tell you.”
“You kept it from me?” he dropped his head shaking in disbelief. “How could you?”
“It’s true, tell him?” he directed his comment towards Cyprus.
“My wife is sick and you want to set blame on her?”
Adam felt like someone punched him square in the mouth. His heart broke for Patrick and for his mother who didn’t deserve to be sick. But he so wanted to strangle Cyprus James.
Cyprus held back his revel staring at Adam as he embraced his son.
“We had no idea when you were coming back, I have to return home but I wasn’t going to leave Patrick alone.”
Adam bite back the venom in his tone when he responded.
 “It’s alright, I’m here now.”
Patrick turned to his fiancé and Adam saw the answer even before he said it.
“I want to go with my father.”
“Patrick, I can take you to see your mother in the morning,” said Adam almost pleading.
“But he’ll be alone in that big house.” He looked at Adam and he saw that Patrick wasn’t out to punish him he sincerely wanted to be with his father.
“You’re right, you should be with him, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Patrick stepped towards Adam and wrapped his arms around his neck. Adam welcomed his lover’s embrace and exchanged the warmth by kissing his neck and inhaling Patrick’s sweet cologne scent.
“Thank you Adam.” With a goodbye kiss Patrick left with his father.

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The house was quite.  His father now in deep slumber down the hall, Patrick paced in his room wide awake. His mind worried about his mother’s health, his heart ached for his fragile life with Adam; and his body burned from his sin with Simon.
“Am I broken,” he asked in a whisper. “How can I not say no to him?”
He wanted a drink more than ever. He glanced at the clock on his dresser that his mother purchased in an antique shop overseas. She told him it resembled the same clock she stared at while giving birth to him. She said focusing on the hands, the shape and curves of the device helped her relax. He’d wish it would work for him own. He ventured downstairs with his cell in case the hospital called and in the dark, found his way to the library. The bar, which had a built in three shelves, a mini glass door refrigerator that held bottles of wine and a portable trolley was tucked in a corner so not to over shine the library itself. Patrick consider having something stronger than wine when he received a text.
He retrieved his cell from his pocket and glanced at the name.
“Simon Yuki.”
Patrick’s body tingled from just the site of his name. he knew he shouldn’t open it but he did.
“Are you awoke?”
This was it, he could just pretend he was asleep and that would be the end of it, only another message came in.
“I’m worried about you.”
Patrick regretted his actions as he texted back.”
“I’m fine.”
“So you are awoke.”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
The sudden chime from his cell startled Patrick as a call came in. he didn’t need to look at the ID to know who it was.
“Hello Simon.”
“I want to see you.”
“That’s not going to happen, I’m at my parent’s house now…”
“I know where you are. I’m outside, so let me in or come out.”
“It’s late…”
“Patrick either you do as I say or I wake the whole house by calling and ring the doorbell.”
“No—fine—not the front door the side one…”
“…near the entrance to the garden?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be there.”
Patrick hurried to the door making sure no one was still awoke and he kept the lights off. When he entered a side room, which was used for visitors to wait, the glass door was already opened wide. He moved towards it with caution and checked outside to see if Simon was there but saw no one. He quickly closed it. “Maybe,” he thought. “…maybe if I keep glass between us nothing could happen.”
Behind him Simon watched as he closed the door and locked it peering through the glass.
“Worried I’d changed my mind?” An alarmed Patrick spun around and pressed his back to the glass door.  Simon moved towards him placing one hand on the frame of the door and the other which he turned palm up, upon Patrick’s chest. “My, your heart’s racing is it because of me?” He moved his face, close to the silent Patrick’s who could do nothing except breath. Their lips were a touch apart. Simon moved his hand slowly down his chest towards the bulge that suddenly appeared, caressing it at first causing Patrick to close his eyes and inhale. “Open your eyes,” said Simon, with a bite in his words stopping the friction.
Patrick not only opened his eyes but regained his state of mind.
“Simon, stop…”
“No, you want this…” leaning to his ear. “…need this.” Than his mouth latched onto Patrick’s neck causing deep moans to escape the young James lips. Patrick tried to focus on what was happening, remember why he wanted this to stop.
“A-dam, no Adam.” He said pushing Simon away, and retreating behind a chair, keeping it between them.
“Adam, and where is he?”
“Home, I’m only here for my parents than I’m going back to him.”
“Back to what, his lies?”
“His love for me and mine’s to him.”
“Patrick…”
“No Simon, no more I can’t. I love Adam and no one’s going to change that. Not even you.”
“You’ll go back to him even with that secret between you?”
“Yes, so you need to accept it and move on and if you want to continue being my friend you will not try this again.”
Simon seemed unmoved as he took a step towards Patrick, who held the chair firm and ready to use as a blockade. Simon thought it over and smiled to himself confusing Patrick.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Oh nothing.” He changed the subject. “I should go, and see Jamie off to school properly.”
“Yes, I forgot he’s leaving tonight.”
“Yes he is.”
Patrick noticed his smile melting away.
“I hope it’s not because of me Simon, I know you cared for him.”
“Not you, never you. It’s all thanks to Adam Potter.”
“So Jamie is in love with him.”
“It seems so. Something about the underprivileged seems to ignite something in you two.”
“Adam’s a good man, but so are you.”
“I would rather not be clumped in with him thank you.”
“It’s not too late to reconcile with Jamie. I believe he still has feelings for you.”
“Perhaps. But that is not why I came over. I’m leaving town for a while and I’m not sure when I’ll be back.”
“But my wedding…”
“You expect me to come?”
“You’re still friends aren’t we?”
“Have you even set a date?”
“Not yet.”
“When you do call me—or text me, which ever makes you comfortable?”
“I well. May I ask where you’re going?”
“No you may not. But I will return when you set a date.” Simon turned towards the door and opened it before stepping out he heard Patrick’s voice than his touch on his arm.
“When I send you a date you will come back, promise?”
Once again Simon smiled at the handsome male the boiled his blood. Leaning down towards his lips Simon was not rejected as Patrick returned the gift kissing profoundly. As their lips parted Simon saw the hint of fear in Patrick’s eyes as his grip tightened.
“I swear, when you send word I will return.”
With that validation Patrick relaxed his grip and released Simon’s arm and watched him disappear into the night.

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The train arrived on time and with no Simon in sight to tell him he was to come home and get into his bed, Jamie boarded alone.
The ride was quiet, only a few people were scattered about in the car Patrick rode. He sat by the window and block the other seat with a soft denim backpack. After an hour into the ride he fell asleep his head rested on his arm as he laid on his side with his knees drawn to his chest. He was dreaming of trees and the moon, when slowly he awoke to someone brushing their fingers through his hair.
Jamie sat up with a start, looking at his new seating companion with a deep, confusing look.
He was about the same age as Simon and that’s all the comparison there was. Tall, slim and pale, he fashioned a haircut that didn’t seem to have gone through any life changes and his clothes didn’t seem to stand for any fashion statement.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Well, running your fingers through my hair seem to do it.”
“You seem mad.”
“And you seem clueless.” Jamie turned to the window and stared out it hoping he took the hint.
“Your name’s Jamie Stewart right?”
Jamie turn his attention back wondering how he knew who he was. He never saw him at the penthouse.
“How do you know me?” asked Jamie.
“Oh I’m from your school, you can say I’m the welcoming committee.”
“You don’t look like a student?”
A quiet chuckle seem to escape him but he quickly regained his composure.
“No, I’m a professor, yours to be exact.”
“I didn’t catch your name.”
“Dr. Alexander Lovechild, of Science Engineering. I was asked by your guardian Mr. Yuki to meet and with greet you. I was on my way back to the University from a two week seminar.”
“Oh, well that doesn’t explain why you were running your fingers through my hair.”
“You have very nice hair. I can’t be the first one who did that.”
Jamie had a feeling that the good doctor was flirting with him. This was attention that he’d been lacking from Simon and Adam. So they want that rich brat Patrick, they can have him. Maybe it was time for him to move on.
“Hello, Dr. Lovechild, I’m looking forward to being in you class.” He extend his hand to his new Professor.
“Oh the honor is mine Mr. Steward.”
“Jamie, I prefer to be called by my first name.”
“Jamie it is.” A small crooked smile flashed on his face as the teacher and student hand shake lasted longer than standard but neither seem to care.
That is until Jamie felt the prick. He jerked his hand away and looked at his palm that was trembling and getting blurry. He tried to speck but he couldn’t find the strength to form words let alone produce sound. He felt drunk and helpless as the arm of his so called Professor went around his shoulder.
“It’s alright you’ll be like this for a few hours. Long enough for me to get you back to my home. Don’t try to fight it no one will help you. They’ll just think you’re drunk and I’m a friend, or family member helping you home.
Jamie sat helpless as the man reached into his pockets and removed his ticket, his wallet, and cellphone and placed it all in his knapsack.
The ride was coming to an end but to what end, was in store for Jamie.

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Adam’s cell phone died as he came into his empty house after knocking off from work early; he wanted to see if Patrick like to go out to lunch or dinner. He knew he needed a new one but he wanted to wait until Patrick came home to choose the one he liked. He tried his cell but it went to voice mail so he tried the main line. The house phone rang four times before being answer by someone.
“This is the James estate how many I detect your call?” spoken who Adam could only assume was the maid.
“Hello, yes I like to speak to Patrick.”
“Whom should I say is calling?”
“His fiancé.”
“Oh yes Mr. Potter I regret to tell you that Mr. Patrick James is taking a needed nap, he hasn’t slept all night. I can give him a message if you like or if you wish I could wake him?”
“No, just tell him I called.”
“Very well have a nice day sir.”
Adam sat by his charging cell on the kitchen island and closed his tired eyes he doesn’t sleep well without Patrick beside him. It was going on the twenty-fourth day without him. Mrs. James had returned home but needed extra care before getting off of bed rest and Patrick wanted to stay with her until she was herself again. Of course Adam agreed even though he’d miss him but on the upside Patrick texted and emailed him but never called. Until his cell alerted him with Patrick’s tune. He grabbed it, still connected to the charger and answered with full anticipation.
“Patrick, hi.”
“Sorry Adam, Daisy didn’t know I was awoke.”
“That’s alright—it’s good to hear your voice.”
“It’s nice to hear yours. I know we texted a lot but are you well, you sound tied?”
“Tied no, I mean…” Adam bit his tongue not wanting to place guilt on Patrick for his lack of sleeping. “It’s nothing…it’s so great to hear your voice.”
“I don’t know why I haven’t called you until now, I just didn’t want you to think…”
“How is your mother?” Adam said changing the subject.
“She’s much better.”
“She looked good when I was last over.”
“I know but…”
“Not that I’m saying you should come home, you should take all the time you need to get her 100%.”
“I know.”
“You know I was wondering if you got my last email.”
“Yes but I haven’t opened it I just came downstairs, give me a minute.” There was a pause while Patrick opened his laptop and selected his mailbox clicking on the message from Adam. The subject read ‘Brace yourself.’  “Brace myself?” he asked Adam.
“Just open the attachment.”
“Okay—wow.”
“You like?”
“I love it, we are so going to talk wedding now.”
Patrick wanted to talk about the plans for their wedding and Adam dropped everything to give him his full attention even his fatigue seem to vanish.
They had agreed to have the wedding and reception at Patrick’s family home outside so that his mother didn’t have to travel too much and they set a date two months from the present in a warmer season. Patrick couldn’t stop looking at the picture Adam sent him of the outfit he wanted to wear.
“I can’t believe you pick this outfit, it’s just perfect for you,” said Patrick sitting in his family’s private library with an extra-large bay window overlooking their lavish garden and grand water fountain his father had flown in from Spain. The room was spacious but decorated to be warm and invited. This was one of their favorite rooms that they spent a lot of time. While he talked to Adam sitting by the window, Mr. and Mrs. James enjoyed tea, for her and coffee, for him by the fireplace that had a low burn going. They sat together on a love seat, Mr. James had draped a throw blanket across his wife’s legs and lap as she enjoyed looking through wedding magazines Adam brought with him, during a dinner invite two nights before.
“I’m glad you approved,” said Adam, smiling to himself as Patrick’s gleeful voice hummed in his ear.
“I can’t wait to see you in this, you’re going to look more handsome than you are.”
“So—am I going to get to see yours?”
“I—want it to be a surprise.”
“I think I like that.”
“You do, it doesn’t sound, too feminist?”
“There is nothing about you that’s feminist.”
“I want to thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being so supportive of me being here.”
“It’s where you need to be, for now.”
“I know you’re not comfortable staying here…”
“I will, after we married.”
“I miss you.” Adam’s felt a knot in his throat hearing Patrick saying those words.
“I miss you to baby.”
“My father in staying home today so maybe we can have lunch?”
“I can come get you?”
“No, my father’s driver can bring me to you.”
“I want to come get you.”
“Alright, how about 11:30?”
“11:30, I won’t be late.”
“See you than. I love you.”
“And I love you.”
Patrick hung up first and felt a ping of excitement to see Adam. He turned to his parent who seem to be engross in a private conversation. He rose from his seat and approached. His mother was the first to notice him.
“Oh, how’s Adam?” she asked.
“I don’t think he’s changed any since you last saw him, two days ago,” said Cyprus in a joking way, but she caught on to his sarcastic comment and hoped it was ignored or not even noticed by their son.
“He’s fine mother and he’s happy that I’m keeping my wedding outfit a secret, we’re going to have lunch together, he’s coming to pick me up so, I should get ready.”
“That sounds lovely, you go and have lunch with you fiancé and maybe dinner.”
“Oh no it’s just lunch—I’ll be back…”
“Nonsense he misses you and we know you miss him you should go home, shouldn’t he Cyprus?”
Mr. James felt indigestion thinking of his son back with Adam. But he didn’t promise his wife he would interfere with their relationship.
“But you’re not a 100% mother and I shouldn’t…”
“Your mother is right Patrick, you should go home because you miss it. Your mother is 80% well and I and the staff are able and willing to care for her needs. You have no need to worry.”
“There see, even your father agrees, besides we’ll see each other in the coming weeks to whip this place into shape for yours and Adam’s wedding day, so there’ll be talking to caters, florist, and rehearsals…I’m so excited I could cry, I can’t wait to get things set up.”
Patrick’s face did not display anticipation but worry and this caused his mother great concern.
“So, this is it—you’re both going to treat me like a burden?”
“No, of course not.” They both seem to shout at her.
“Because I’m not. I’m fine and I have new medicine and its working much better than the old one and my doctor said as soon as I’m ready I can go about my normal life—I’m ready.”
Cyprus gave his son a knowing glance that Patrick knew too well. When his mother states a fact, its law.
“So gentlemen, what is it going to be?”
“I’m going home to Adam, today,” said Patrick.
“And I’m—staying here, if that’s alright with you?”
“Such a smart aleck,” she said, until the smiling face of the man she fell in love with so many years ago was making her beam. They leaned in and kissed tenderly their smiles unbroken as they set their attention back to Patrick who caught their contagious glee.
“Mother, I just…”
“No need to say it, but if you want to make me happy you will go back to Adam and relieve me of you insatiable texting, I worry you might get a stiff neck, or thumbs before you say I do.”
“I should get ready.”
“Than kiss us and go.” Patrick embraced his mother first kissing her on the cheek and for his father their lips touched for a second as Cyprus caressed his son’s face with the palm of his right hand. They waited until Patrick has closed the door before turning to each other.
“Cyprus tell me you’re not pursuing that plan of yours to break Adam and Patrick up?”
“Of course not why would you think that?”
“You’re acting strangely, making tasteless jokes on Adam’s expense and when Adam did come to visit you made him feel unwelcomed when Patrick left the room.”
“I won’t lie to you, I still have issues with him but if this is the man my son wants to marry than I will try harder to curb my resentment.”
“Please Cyprus, for mines and Patrick’s sake. I need for him to be happy with the man he loves, that way…when I…d…”
“Stop, that’s not going to happen,” said Cyprus regretting he raised his voice.
“Cyprus, I’m sorry. I truly am fine, in fact I like to feel wonderful again.”
Cyprus leered at his wife. “Again, so close to lunch?”
“What better way to build an appetite,” she said brushing his inner thigh with her hand.
Glancing at his watch he knew his son would take all his time to get ready for Adam which was hours away so he rose from his seat and locked the library door.
 
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Adam arrived a bit early but Patrick was waiting for him as he pulled up.
“He’s here,” he said with glee watching his car come to a stop at the front steps.
“Well I see that you’re ready,” said Cyprus trying to focus on a game of backgammon with his wife who stopped playing and approached her son.
She opened her arms and embraced her joyful son.  “Now, I don’t want you worrying about me, I’m fine, all you need to be concern with is you and Adam wedding.”
“I know but…” she stepped away and gave him a stern look; the same look she gave him when she caught him at age nine, playing pirates with the Henson’s twin sons same age.
“No buts, I will be making phone calls tomorrow for arrangements for you—and if Adam wants to…your father avoid it…to find a wedding planner to oversee china patterns, the cake, invitations, the tailor and choosing the food for your reception party.”
“You can’t…”
“I will have my secretary with me through it all and on dates you agree we can do most of it at the same time.” She smiled and Patrick for the first time since finding out about her condition seem confident enough to believe she was feeling better. Which made his leaving even more thrilling.
“Okay, I’ll trust that you can handle it.”
“Well thank you for your approval. Now go him and tell Adam we both send our love. Cyprus come say goodbye to our son.”
Cyprus James rose and joined his family and with great love he embraced and kissed his son gently on the lips like he always did since the day Patrick was born.
“I made arrangements to do my work here at home. I have someone to conduct my business traveling but most I can manage via internet.  So go home, your mother is in safe hands.”
“Thank you father.” They exchanged a kiss again and Cyprus freed his son who gives his mother a farewell kiss on the cheek. Grabbing as single bag, he packed quickly, the rest of his thing were to be delivered later, and rushed to the front door to greet his fiancé.

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Adam was just climbing the steps to the door when it flew open and Patrick came sprinting out. They both stopped so not to collide, only, when Adam saw the bag in Patrick’s hand than the smile that was painted on his flushed cheeks.
“You have a bag,” said Adam.
“I’d like come home today, if that’s all right with you?”


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