#patrickxpearson

Deep in the pits of hell, no longer staged like the party to welcome guests back to the haus, Samuel tried to hide from the hustle and bustle of what was offered.  All eyes were on the stage before them, Samuel just another face lost in the crowd, though he sat further towards the corner in a booth nursing his third beer for the evening.  It’d been one hell of a past twenty four hours, after seeing Kevin for the first time in forever, to the amazing night that him and Lorenzo had shared together that tugged at the staffs heart strings.  He was always someone who got easily attached, but he had told himself once at the haus that couldn’t happen, and then Lorenzo introduced himself and the damn staff member became entranced.  He would never be worthy of a man like Lorenzo, and yet the client continued to enjoy his company and seemingly wanted to spend time with him.  Should he risk telling Kevin about the client, not that there was anything to tell, Lorenzo was behaving as any client would and just taking Samuel as a staff member, he certainly couldn’t think there could be more to it than that, but then should he tell Lorenzo about Kevin?  A very intimate detail of his past, someone he’d never wish to hide from anyone, but did it even seem appropriate to bring up a past lover with someone you fancied?  Lorenzo probably wouldn’t care, perhaps he’d laugh at Samuel for thinking there could be anything deep between them, and maybe Samuel was just overthinking this ENTIRE situation.  His head was spinning as he finished the beer, added it to the other empties on the table, and motioned for another to be delivered.  Maybe the more he drank the less he’d think about, and perhaps tonight he’d be able to sleep (because since seeing Kevin he hadn’t gotten a wink even after his night with Lorenzo had came to an end).  He looked and felt like absolute shit, which is probably why he was best left alone tonight to sulk in the dimly lit corner, nursing the fourth bottle that was delivered.

Calling for the staff member was easy, one quick ring to the front desk with a bellowing voice and they would be scurrying around to find him and send him up. Of course he had to make it sound venomous so they'd think Patrick was getting in trouble, or at least taking the wrath for someone else. In truth, it was quite the opposite, Alexander had spent the better portion of the afternoon setting up what could only be seen as quite a decent little makeshift date. He'd had the table set, flowers in a vase set upon the middle, and of course the candles because apparently romantic evenings didn't work without them. He had called down to the restaurant to have food delivered in a tray that could be kept in the oven to keep the food warm, his little kitchenette coming into handy for once although he never really used it aside from that. His outfit for tonight was a black suit, dressed up just as handsomely as he'd been the night of the New Years Eve event, but nobody aside from Patrick would see him tonight - the only man he wanted to impress was him. He glanced in the direction of his couch which had a box laid on it, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as everything was absolutely PERFECT. He waited, not long, before he heard the knock at the door. He hadn't told Patrick the plan for this evening at all, so he'd obviously show up under dressed, but that was all part of the plan - surprise and conquer, or devour would be more like it because that man was a fucking snack Alexander craved. He walked to the door, opened it in one quick movement, and smirk as he looked his lover up and down. "Hi," he chuckled, knowing it was lame for a man of his caliber to find it hard to make words, but Patrick just had that damn way about him.

His orgasm hit him like a fucking mack truck, gripping the damn wheel like his life depended on it, unable to keep his moans quiet as his breathing became sharp and rapid. He contained himself the best he could as he continued to drive, leaning back against his seat as he rode the orgasm out, hands remaining fastened on the wheel even after he felt Patrick's lips no longer around his member. Watching him adjust his glasses could have brought a second orgasm just like that, fucking hell, how did he get so lucky as to hit the lottery with this one? He couldn't help but laugh as Patrick tucked him away in his pants and settled into his seat like nothing had happened. "I feel so much better," how could he not after what had just happened? He brought a hand over and ruffled the others hair in a teasing fashion, "always looking out for me, what did I do to deserve such luxury?" For someone who could buy just about EVERYTHING Patrick brought something to the table that money would never buy, loyalty. "A few of my fathers business associates," he hated calling them that, "are having this event tonight. It's a dinner, cocktail, mixer type bullshit event," he hated events like this, "I was trying to pawn this off on Thomas, but mother dearest," rolling his eyes at the mention of his mother, "thought it best I handle it myself being the oldest. She's smart enough to realize we're stronger together, so more often than not she's trying to keep us apart when it comes to business dealings and schmoozing." He had told Thomas all about it, and would keep him on speed dial throughout the night calling him with any/all information. "You are my plus one," though his mother didn't realize that with Patrick by his side Alexander was just as dangerous. "I had to tell them you were my boyfriend to get you a ticket given how particular they are about their company. We can grab you something nice to wear before we head over, so what do you think? Want to play the part of my boyfriend tonight? Schmooze it up with those fucking losers and laugh about them behind their backs?"

He heard the other say his name though he was far too invested in what he was doing to really properly listen to what he was saying (or why he was feeling the need to talk at all in this moment). He heard Patrick tell him, mid stroke of his hand down the staff members shaft, that he would do anything for him, but that didn't need to actually be shared amongst the two of them. "I know," he assured the other, lips planting kisses against the others stomach momentarily, "and i'd do anything for you." Like right now, did anyone else in the haus get the opportunity to have their dick sucked by Alexander fucking King? Not a chance, Patrick's was the only dick that Alexander would ever want in his mouth, but fuck if it didn't stretch his damn jaw out given the size of it. Such an impressive man, in both beauty and stature, not to mention his well-endowment, no wonder he was the pick of the haus for most of the staff and clients. "You are, Patrick, such a good boy, the perfect boy, all for me," and he meant every single word of that, Alexander did feel that Patrick was perfect beyond measure. "so good, in fact, that you need to be rewarded." Good boys continued to do good things when there were rewards involved, especially when they had to risk themselves in the process. Alexander knew the BEST way to reward him for a job well done too, and sure enough as soon as he heard his name being yelled practically through that moan that damn near shook the room he knew he'd chosen a suitable reward. He said nothing, not being able to as his mouth was much too busy to let out a word, though he did give an appreciative hum as he began to move and bob his head against the others cock. Hearing his lover practically beg for him to continue only fell on deaf ears because right now all Alex could even think about was sucking him off to completion. God fucking damn he had forgotten just how GOOD his lover had tasted in his mouth like this, his head bobbing as he'd pull back every now and then tantalize the tip with his tongue just to tease him, even going so far as to give the staff members ass a possessive smack and squeeze, though that one backfired because he damn near choked himself on his lovers cock as the mans hips jolted forward in surprise. It turned out to be a good thing, saliva pooling in his mouth as he used it as lubricant to take more into his mouth, continuously letting the others cock sink deeper into his throat as he hollowed out his cheeks to accommodate him the best he could. Fuck, why did his lover have to be so damn huge? He'd just have to practice taking him fully more often, after all his dick sure did taste fucking divine, another soft appreciative hum as he worshiped his thick member.

Alexander and Patrick, oh man, he wasn't even sure where they stood in terms of a relationship. Patrick had said straight up that they didn't need a label, but what if Alex wanted one? What if the idea of being able to proclaim that Patrick was his boyfriend actually appealed to him? He had watched the other at the event, making sure he kept an eye on him at all times, but still allowing him to mingle and do what he needed to without Alexander breathing down his neck. Fuck did he look absolutely gorgeous though, and after a while it became too much for him to handle being apart as he made his way towards him. Patrick was in the middle of a conversation, Alexander standing nearby but not making it look like he was there for Patrick, even going as far as to offer a small chat to some loser near him. When Patrick seemed at a good enough place to end whatever bullshit conversation he was in Alexander took that as his opportunity to move in, coming to stand beside Patrick as he slipped his hand behind his back, "Patrick, I require your assistance, I apologize for having to steal him," no he wasn't, but it was a nice bullshit excuse that he gave who Patrick was talking to in order to get him away. "Let's go," he pulled him in the direction away from the man whom he just was conversing with.