patrickxpearson:
The thing about feelings and emotions – no matter how hard one would fight against them, they would always come back and bite a bitch in the ass. Deep down, Patrick couldn’t blame Samuel for feeling what he was feeling. To nurture some degree of emotion towards someone who was kind to him and treated him as a person and not some hole to be fucked whenever the mood would rise. People tended to be drawn toward kind and sympathetic souls. It was more than obvious now, especially after hearing Samuel talk – that while he was perfectly ok with the whole sleeping around part of the equation ( it was their job, after all ) he still sought something more. He had a taste with Kevin. It was clear as day that what the two men had in the past was strong enough to leave something behind. Lorenzo was a client. No one in their right mind would have feelings for a client, especially when taking into account how different their lives were. Patrick knew that better than most. No matter how many times he would be with Alexander and how many nights they would spend side-by-side and looking into each other’s eyes… a part of him knew that he would never be at the same level that the owner. Even if Alexander said he was… Patrick knew he would never be. Maybe that was why he was ok with having his feelings buried deep within. Letting out the admiration and devotion to that one man shine through – for being by his side was better than not being there at all. “Maybe we should have sex.”It came out of his lips as casually as discussing the weather on a Sunday afternoon. When one worked in the business of sex – suggesting to get naked with someone and fuck until they couldn’t move an inch was pretty much how they got their job done. And Patrick did want that not only because Samuel was good-looking and he had the vibe of a good roll in the hay… but what better way to get under his skin on a deeper level than sex? Sex was intimate. No matter how many times they would tell themselves that it was just an itch that needed scratching – it would always leave something behind. A memory. That constant itch that would not be satisfied by others… and with Samuel saying that he could not have sex with Kevin, Patrick pressed his lips together, hiding away the internal smirk that had formed. No, Samuel could not have sex with Kevin. They were way past that now, weren’t they? Alexander was going to have a filled day with this report. “Yer’ askin’ me if I ever been in love?” The question made Patrick’s eyebrows arch upward and all the response he could give was a shrug of his shoulders. “Wasn’t everyone ever been in love at one time or another?” Wasn’t he nurturing feelings toward someone else for a lifetime too? “I just live for the moment, Samuel. No regrets. Que sera, sera… right?”
Samuel hadn’t expected what the other had said, but at the same time having sex did do a good amount to clear the mind. Who wouldn’t want to fuck until they couldn’t even remember their name? It would take his mind off of the shit show that his time at the haus had become. Hearing the other talk about how everyone, at one point or another, has probably fallen in love made Samuel give him an understanding nod. He understood there were different levels of the emotion, and while some experienced puppy love and lust others experienced the full blown effect like Samuel had with Kevin. “Was that an offer, or just a mere suggestion for another time?” He asked, turning towards the other as his hand rested against the back of the booth. “To have sex?” Was Patrick even interested in him in that sense, or was he just saying it to draw the conversation along and put it as a thought in his mind for later. His hand brushed against the stubble of the others cheek, swallowing a lump in his throat as he inched closer, “who wouldn’t want to have sex with you?” He asked, wetting his lips as he took another soft breath, trying to control his urges as he was so close to the other. He probably had too much to drink, should retire to his room alone, knowing this might just complicate things even more, but right about now all his mind could think about was the distraction that he needed. The distraction that Patrick could give him, and fuck was he one of the most attractive men that Samuel had encountered around the haus. Who wouldn’t want to take the opportunity to make something happen, to be fucked into oblivion, just to forget about everything - sex being far better than alcohol when it came to getting lost. He leaned in, his lips pressing against the others, gently at first, though he couldn’t help but stop as he rested his forehead against the others for a moment just taking the moment in. He probably wouldn’t remember much of what was to come first thing tomorrow morning, “I think I need to take your advice, live in the moment, not dwell on the shit I can’t control...” He leaned back in, hand cupping the others cheek once more as he pressed their lips together a second time, “I need to forget, Patrick, I need to forget everything...” He sighed, his kiss becoming needier, almost greedy even as he pushed himself closer to the other, closing the small gap that had been there. “Think that’s something you could help me out with tonight?” He asked, hopeful eyes searching the others for answers, though with how foggy his mind was it’s not like he’d find any. If Patrick said no he could drunkenly stumble around the haus looking for another, drink until he found himself a decent fuck for the evening, Samuel having fallen into quite the slump tonight.
















