Patrick knew of the risk of kissing Alexander in public – especially since there was a chance that they would do more than just kiss. And even so, the way the owner would kiss him could and would speak volumes when compared to the way he had kissed others before him. Patrick didn’t need to play coy anymore, obeying the request to go behind the booth and feel the familiar presence that made his heart beat so much faster inside his chest. It had to be just a kiss. No matter how badly they both wanted to do more than just share a kiss, they needed to be careful. Maybe Alexander was unable to think clearly at the present time – which left Patrick to be the one pulling the strings. They had missed each other more than probably words could say and approaching Alex with golden coins to spend and ask him for a kiss was the best way the Southerner could think of when it came to approaching him.

"Between us boys... so would I. I feel that the Kings would need to either build a bigger room for this or spare at no expenses with remodeling the setting after the destruction. I wonder who would ultimately come on top. @alexkingx, @thomasxking or @xvictordangelox. There's also @dominicpowers and @patrickxpearson alongside @smithkennedy. And we definitely cannot forget @seacaptainhadrian, @brockcoleman and @loganxbrown. And since the quiet ones are always the worst, @littleollieballard and @chefboland could be wild horses. I might have to check with Jack to see if we could place some bets on this..."

When his phone buzzed, Patrick didn’t check it right away for he was at the gym – but after informing his client of the next stage of their training regime, he moved to the back room in order to check who had texted him. Probably some client that needed to change the hour of their training session or something… but no. The name Beau appeared on screen – Patrick had made sure to change Alex’s name on his phone just in case – and he could feel his heart squeezing inside his chest. Almost like an invisible hand crushed it and left him momentarily out of breathe. Honestly, he had no right to feel the way he did for he was the one that paused what he had with the older King in order to give Alex time to figure his shit out with Steven. He would not meddle. But he was scared. How could he compete with a man that almost got married to Alex? When Alex and Steven were a thing, Patrick wasn’t around to witness the two of them together. He had moved away for work – so his contact with the older heir was merely over calls and texts. But… no matter how many times he had told himself that their argument was heated and Alex was drunk – some of the things that he had told him… actually hurt.

How he was disobedient. How he was supposed to just bend over and take it. Was that all he was? A hole for Alex to fuck? No. He was more than that – but to be spoken to the way Alex did that night had… hurt. Patrick knew better than to take things to heart. He wouldn’t hold it against his lover, for he was drunk and annoyed and quite obviously scared and conflicted. With a sigh, Patrick leaned against the lockers and glanced at the ceiling. He wanted to reply right away. Say that he missed Alex just as much as Alex missed him. He obviously cared about him and there wasn’t a thing Patrick wouldn’t do to make Alex happy. Even if that meant stepping aside and let the man he loved decide between two guys. Sometimes Patrick truly hated how noble he could be. Why couldn’t he be selfish and scream at Alex that he wanted him – that he should be with him? But like his mother used to say: if you love something, you have to let them go. If they return to you, then it was meant to be. And Patrick truly wished that was the case. That Alex would come back to him after dealing with whatever pending issues he had with Steven.

( text ): I’m at work right now. Busy day.

( text ): I miss you, if I am being honest. And I do miss sleeping with you.

( text ): Get your head straight first. And more importantly your heart.

This was not the way the night was supposed to go. Patrick had been looking forward since the party started to provoke Alexander and let his boyfriend do whatever he wanted once they were alone – but the new developments had to hinder that scenario. Steven Blackwell – the man Alexander had abandoned at the altar was here. Honestly, Patrick didn’t think too much about the other man until this moment. He was too focused on being who he needed to be in order to make Alex happy to stop for a second and consider the other half of the problem. And with Steven’s presence on the island, Alex’s mood had severely decreased – shown by how he responded to the text he had sent. In a way… it sort of hurt? Sure, he would do whatever he needed to do to make Alexander happy but the way his BOYFRIEND responded to him was the same way he probably treated staff members when he wanted something from them. He was pretty much expecting him to be an obedient whore. A pet. It shouldn’t have bothered Patrick as much as it did, since he wouldn’t mind that sort of language if Alex was in the mood for it – but that was not the case that night. Alex was lashing out at him… because his ex-fiancée was there. After leaving Jonah, Patrick made a quick detour to Alex’s house, making sure that he wasn’t followed as he pushed the front door open. It was already getting late. Wearing the speedos had been a good idea at the time but now he was starting to feel cold – or was it anxiety? Whatever it was… a part of him knew that they needed to talk. They needed to have a conversation about what it meant to have Steven there and how they would act during that time – not to mention that he wasn’t going to let the treatment slide. Even if he was a staff member, he would still lash out. More than once he had accepted Alex’s bad side when it came to others but never in a thousand years he would assume that the cold and mechanical treatment would be aimed at him. Not after they shared what they felt. Not after they became a thing. But… that was Alexander’s way to deal with the stress. To have some degree of control over something when he couldn’t control what would follow. But did he need to control him? Again, a part of him would gladly be that escape. The hole Alexander needed to fuck, the safe haven where he would have some modicum of control. But… he was also his boyfriend. The man who loved him. Did Alex truly need to control something that was already his?

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