As he pulled onto the dirt road that led to his family cabin he couldn’t help but think of Jack. He hoped he’d listened to his message and would be at his usual Monday morning appointment. He hadn’t enjoyed being so hard on him. As his doctor, though, he knew it was necessary if they were ever going to make some progress.
He considered calling Jack this morning to at least checking on him. He quickly dismissed the idea though, not wanting to poke the bear. Jack needed the weekend to calm down after the things he’d said to him. Maybe he’d check on him tomorrow after another day had passed. As soon as he’d considered that he saw what he thought must be a mirage off in the distance.
Patrick squinted his eyes and rubbed at them with his free hand before taking a second look. He drove closer and despite his best efforts to clear whatever dust had caught in his eyes and was playing tricks with him, he was now suddenly faced with the very man he had just been thinking about sitting on his front porch.
The car slowed to a stop and he got out. “Jack? What are you doing here?”
Jack looked at his watch and answered, “Well in about two minutes I was about to leave. Where have you been? You said the retreat started at eleven o’clock. I’ve been here for over two hours waiting.”
Patrick closed the car door and walked toward him. “I’m sorry, Jack. I had no idea you were coming or I would have called you. The retreat was cancelled. One of my patients…” He stopped himself before he said the word suicide aloud. As unstable as Jack could be at times the last thing he wanted to offer was a suggestion of a way out from his depression. “One of my patients couldn’t make it. So, I cancelled with the other one. The purpose for the retreat was for you all to interact with one another.”
Patrick tried to figure out what was going on inside Jack’s mind, but as usual he could only get a reading on part of it. If he wasn’t mistaken he would almost bet that Jack was embarrassed and maybe even a little bit disappointed. The fact that he’d driven all this way, in what he guessed was an attempt to keep his promise, made Patrick want to forego his planned weekend of solitude and work with Jack.
“Sorry. I should have called.” Jack picked up his duffle bag and walked down the front steps.
“Wait a minute. Where are you going?”
“Heading back to the city. The retreat is cancelled.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t stay,” Patrick told him.
“But you just said—”
“Who cares what I said. You’re here now, right? No sense in you driving all the way back to the city now. I just got here. We can eat some lunch and maybe go on a little hike. What do you say?”
Jack looked around as if studying his surroundings. “Are you sure? I mean, if there are no other patients coming wouldn’t that be weird?”
“How about I promise not to yell at you until Monday’s session?”
Jack smirked. “How about you promise not to yell at me ever. Then you’ll have a deal, Dr. Edwards.”
“For starters, call me Patrick. We’re not in my office and I’m not wearing loafers. Then, as for the other…I’ll tell you what. I say Monday, you say never. Maybe after this weekend we’ll find some common ground and maybe meet in the middle.”
“I don’t know.” Jack shook his head indecisively.
“Come on. You’re already here. What have you got to lose?” Patrick urged him.
Patrick chuckled. “Yeah, maybe you will. But at least you’ll get some fresh air and awesome views out of the deal.”
Jack looked around and pursed his lips together as he considered the offer.
“Come on, Jack. This might be one of those times where you are just going to have to ignore your every instinct and just go with it.”
“You mean like those kids who are always saying YOLO?”
Patrick grinned. “Sure. So, what do you say?”
Jack blew out a breath. “All right. YOLO!” he shouted sarcastically.
“Great! Here’s the keys.” Patrick tossed them over to Jack. “Let yourself inside and pick a bedroom upstairs. I’m just going to unload some supplies and I’ll be in shortly.
Patrick walked back to his car and opened the backseat door. He had just been about to pull out a bag of groceries when he had an eerie sensation that he was being watched. He glanced back up at the house and saw Jack standing inside, stopped on the second step leading to the upstairs while he stared at Patrick.
Their eyes met for a minute and even from the distance Patrick thought he saw something in them that was different. After a moment which seemed to stretch on longer than it should have, Jack turned away and walked up the stairs the rest of the way.
Patrick watched him disappear into the second floor and tried to understand what the unusual feeling was that he was experiencing.
Minutes ago in the car he’d had the feeling that this weekend was going to change his life in some way. Now as he stood outside he felt confident that he had been right. How, in what way, he wasn’t sure. All that he knew for certain was that something big was about to happen. He couldn’t explain the intuition he was having. He just knew it was there.
This weekend was going to change his entire world.
His lips clamped down around his cock and enveloped all he had. He began sucking, not slow and gentle like he may have expected, quite the opposite, in fact. Patrick sucked him off like his life depended on it. His head bobbed up and down rapidly as he twisted and jerked his head fiercely.
It was wild. It was hot. It was primal, and it was fucking incredible!
“Oh my…God! I can’t believe how good you are at this,” Jack told him while running his fingers through Patrick’s wet hair.
Patrick looked up at him with his blue eyes and stared intently. His gaze full of an emotion he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Jack thrust his cock deeper into Patrick’s throat. He marveled at how eager the man was to please. It excited him like nothing else, how even when he gagged he stayed right where he was, relaxing himself until he could take more.
“Do you have any idea how bad I want to fuck you, Patrick? Do you have any idea how bad I want to slide my cock in your ass just like I did last night?”
Patrick didn’t look up at him. His moans and the ferocity in which he began fucking Jack with his mouth told him all he needed to hear. Patrick wanted it just as bad as he did. Judging from the pace at which he was taking him, he would almost bet that maybe he wanted it more. Not that he really thought that was possible, but with Patrick Edwards it would seem that anything was possible.
“Turn around,” Jack shouted, his urgency apparent in his desperate plea.
Much to his surprise, Patrick didn’t hesitate. Quickly, he did as Jack asked, spinning around and switching positions until they both were within inches of each other’s cocks.
As Patrick hovered over him, Jack lifted his head and sucked one of Patrick’s balls into his mouth. He teased it with his tongue for a few moments before reaching up and grabbing onto the prize and sliding the tip against his lips.
A droplet of pre-cum leaked out and offered Jack a teaser of what was to come. He couldn’t help but lap it up like a dog licking a juicy bone. It was musky, salty, and with just the right amount of sweetness that made him thirst for more. Patrick’s hips bucked underneath the taunt of his tongue and it only fueled his need.
Suddenly ravenous, Jack opened his mouth wide and swallowed all of Patrick into his mouth. He reveled in the sensation as Patrick slid his entire length to the back of his throat.
A moment later Patrick reciprocated. Grabbing onto Jack’s cock, he sucked down his cock with as much intensity as Jack had displayed. Simultaneously they began fucking one another, their mouths acting as the receptacle for their hardened flesh. Their movements were fluid, almost synchronized. They matched their rhythm with one another, staying in sync, keeping up with each other’s timing.
Moans filled the room. Hot slurping sounds echoed, bouncing off of one another and vibrating against their cocks. The more they pushed, the harder they became. It was like there was no cure for the ache which consumed them. Their only chance of any sort of break from the havoc being wreaked on their body was to move faster and suck harder. They were fucking one another as though their lives depended on it.
An intense fire was raging through his body. Hot scorching flames ripped through him, turning his blood to boiling as lava flowed throughout. Patrick began massaging his balls, gently toying with them as he twisted his head all around while sliding up and down along his length. Every nerve ending, every pore, every cell of his body was hyper aware of Patrick’s touch. The man was a genius, a master of seduction, and Jack was loving every single second of this magician’s tricks.
Their bodies moved together in perfect unison. It was almost as if they were two bodies that had become one. Each of them knew how to react for every moment the other made. Their minds read one another, their bodies reacted with expert precision.
Jack couldn’t remember sex ever being this good. No experience, no interlude, no man had ever come close to feeling so elemental and primal as what he was feeling at this moment. He could feel Patrick touching him far deeper than his skin. He could feel him reaching down to his very soul.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as they sucked one another off in a storm of burning lust that rivaled even Jack’s horniest of days. His first sexual encounter with a man didn’t even come close. Nothing did. It was like he was a virgin all over again, being touched for the very first time.
His orgasm screamed from inside, tugging on his skin, clawing at him to submit and let it break free. Jack did his best to ignore it. He wanted Patrick to fall first. He needed to know that he made it good for him. He wouldn’t accept anything less.