Rhythm

by

John Terry Moore
 

CHAPTER 8

Patrick had been dozing when he heard the familiar sound of the key turn in the lock.  He was instantly awake as Adam’s freckled, grinning face came into view.  “Hello, what are you doing in my bed?” he smiled, taking in the atmosphere of the room.  His heart threatened to jump out of his chest as he tried to compose himself.  Something ----- was different about the room; he decided it was Frannie the Tranny who was standing drunkenly in the corner but he couldn’t quite work out what it was. 

“Yes,” came the measured reply.  “I decided to keep your bed warm for you.” 

“Oh that’s nice,” said Adam, “but you’ll be cold when you get back into your bed.”  Before Patrick had a chance to answer, Adam went on; “So because it’s such a cold night outside, you decided to let Frannie have your bed, and share mine with me, is that it?” 

“Something like that,” he said.  “That’s very creative of you Ads, but actually I turned up the thermostat a little in case you want to move around a little during the night, and get a few carpet burns, if you know what I mean.” 

“Yes, I know what you mean, but you said you were going to give me a nice big surprise,” Adam persisted, more confident than Patrick had ever seen him, wearing his trademark grin from ear to ear. 

“Well come over here then,” said Patrick almost grumpily, but with a secretive smile on his face.  He sat up in bed but couldn’t completely hide the huge mound in the area of his crutch, but still under the bedclothes.  Adam kicked off his runners and padded over to the bed.  “Now if you’re a good boy,” he said, “you can have a little feel under here.” 

Adam slipped his hand under the doona, running it up Patrick’s bare leg.  ‘The bugger has no pants on, as I hoped,’ he grinned evilly to himself.  Just then, his hand touched something cold and very hard, and Patrick threw back the covers to display ----- Frannie’s massive dildo!  Adam collapsed on the bed and they both roared with laughter, as Patrick licked the end of it.  ‘Is he going to hate me?’ wondered Patrick, but obviously Adam understood his motivation; any tension was effectively neutralised as they lay side by side, laughing at the absurdity of it all.  Adam, in fact, was still giggling and Patrick simply leaned in closer and slipped his tongue into his mouth.  Suddenly but lovingly the game changed.  Their tongues swirled around each other, tasting, savouring each other’s mouth.  Patrick could hear someone moaning and realised it was himself.  He knew he had promised to teach Adam everything, but he was just so enjoying the sensations that Adam had reawakened in him.  Adam looked dreamily at Patrick; they were just kissing, but this was no ordinary goodnight peck on the lips!  He and Patrick were making love to each other with their lips, their tongues, and their mouths.  And Patrick not only tasted good; he had a wonderful clean smell about him.  Adam always liked the apple shampoo Patrick used; he ran his fingers through his hair and breathed in his fragrance.  His attention returned to focus on Patrick’s facial features; he kissed his lips again, and his eyes, his ears and ran his tongue along his jaw line, causing Patrick to gasp.  Then he found Patrick’s nipples and gently tweaked them between his thumb and forefinger causing him to shriek with pleasure. 

“Ads,” he said, “if you ever want to turn me on instantly, that’s how you do it!  Look!” he said, pulling back the covers and revealing the prize Adam had been sneaking peeks at for months.  Adam tentatively reached out and touched him; stroking him gently and staring intently at the object of his desire whilst Patrick looked on.  He could resist no more; he had been memorising this act in his head for ages now, and let’s face it, he’d watched some porn, too.  He knew he had to be careful with his teeth, and use the tongue judiciously.  He licked around the head and became familiar with its shape and size, trying to pleasure Patrick as much as himself.  He used his hand at the same time and growing in confidence, he buried the whole substantial length down his throat, fighting the gag reflex but enjoying the sheer power of what he was doing.  He grew immediately hard in his jeans; and there was suddenly a hand at his buckle, undoing him, freeing him from his jocks, and then felt the silken touch of a warm mouth surrounding him and the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced as Patrick took him on a journey of pleasure. 

*****

The sheer excitement of the moment and the venting of months of pent up emotion saw them explode like volcanoes in almost no time.  They kissed again; tasting each other on their lips, then sleep overtook them as they nestled in each other’s arms.  They awoke together about an hour later, the stickiness between them testament to their earlier efforts.  “Shower time, sleepy head,” announced Patrick as he helped a mildly protesting Adam out of bed again.  They wrapped towels around them and Patrick grabbed his shower bag as they walked to the bathroom along the hall. 

“Quite cool, isn’t it?” whined Adam, as Patrick turned two showers on, side by side.  Patrick started washing him, first his back, then turned him around with an obvious result.  “Oh, you are pleased to see me again, aren’t you Mr. Church!” he laughed, massaging his not inconsiderable girth and again opening his mouth for Adam’s tongue to penetrate.  Patrick remembered the night of his and Garry’s parting, and how Adam in this very shower had cuddled him and made him feel loved again.  And he told Adam so; and Adam nodded his understanding, and they had a little re-run, but with a totally different mindset. 

“That was leaving a part of my life behind, Ads,” he said, “and you gave me so much comfort.  This time we’re both starting a new life together and I have to be strong for you.  But I somehow think you’re doing quite well so far.”  Adam circled his arm around him as Patrick reached for his shower bag.  Suddenly Adam saw a flash of silver and felt a condom being rolled down his length, with lube being generously applied.  Patrick turned with his legs spread apart, leaning his head against the tiles.  Adam stared at his dark skin, the swirling pattern of body hair left by the water, the muscular back and legs and the full, rich globes, delicately split as if with a sculptor’s chisel, more beautiful than anything he had ever seen.  Patrick had his fingers in there, gently lubricating himself; waiting for him.  He smiled almost shyly at Adam, softly taking hold of him and guiding him towards the target.  Adam felt himself grow even harder, and the condom stretched taut along the curve of his distended length.  Amazingly, Adam felt Patrick relax, and he knew it was his way of demonstrating the trust that had always been there between them.  He gently entered him and Patrick pushed back on to him, feeling a new fullness and completeness as Adam gently rocked back and forth, waiting for a sign to continue.  Patrick turned his head and smiled and their tongues meet again in a kiss.  “It’s alright Ads,” he said, “you can keep going.”  “I’m not hurting you am I?” Adam said. 

“No it’s wonderful, please fuck me, Ads, fuck me harder if you want to.”  Adam could feel amazing, unfamiliar sensations; Patrick fitted around him like a glove but even wearing a condom, it was so pliant and silky.  And he had a glimpse of nature’s plan for him because he suddenly knew he was born to be this way and making love to this man was right.  He thought of all the posturing of society, all the theorists over time who had never experienced what he was right now and he understood he was home, where he should be.  They were understandably creating a not insubstantial amount of noise, even though it was late at night.  Sooner or later they would be ‘sprung’ and Patrick reluctantly squeezed Adam out. 

“Here,” he said, “put this over it,” as he handed Adam his towel, and covering himself he picked up his trusty shower bag and led Adam back to their room.  Adam was a little softer now, and a trifle bemused as Patrick quickly closed the door, ran to the bed, laid on his back, grabbing a spare pillow which he slid under his bottom.  By the time he had rummaged through the shower bag for the lube and applied it, raising his legs for him, Adam was like a telephone pole and raring to go again.  He grabbed Patrick’s hand, taking the lube and squeezing a generous dollop on his fingers.  He entered Patrick slowly but in one gentle thrust, and as his breath caught with the fullness, Adam placed his fingers around Patrick’s cock, stroking it gently, the lubrication on his fingers sending amazing sensations to his brain.  By luck or by design, Adam had also found his prostate, and with some coaching from Patrick, he slowed down and just rubbed it with the tip of his penis, causing Patrick to flow like a faucet.  Within a minute or so they came together, their mouths joined together, muffling their yells of pleasure.  Patrick eventually rolled out of bed, disposed of the condom and brought back a warm wash cloth from the little sink in the corner.  “You all right darling?” said Patrick. 

“No!” snapped Adam.  “Why wasn’t I told!” 

“Told what?” replied a mystified Patrick. 

“About how sex with a guy is so fantastic!  Look at all the time we’ve wasted!” he wailed.  “We could have been bonking for months if only I’d known,” he smiled, a grin from ear to ear.  “But by Jesus Pats, we’re goin’ to make up for lost time!” he cried.  “Feel like a bit more?” he said hopefully. 

“To tell you the truth I feel a bit fucked if you know what I mean,” grinned Patrick back.  “Just give me thirty seconds?” 

Adam laughed at him then grew serious for a few seconds; “I suppose if we’d started bangin’ away when we first met, we wouldn’t have fallen for each other like we have,” he said.  “I don’t know if you realise but we’re a re-run almost exactly of Uncle Will and Maurie,” said Adam, not without a little pride. 

“Yes, I gathered that,” smiled Patrick.  “And they’re the greatest role models we could possibly have.  But there’s only one thing I’d have in our life that would be different to theirs.” 

“What’s that?” 

“I want four kids,” smiled Patrick.  “OK by you?” 

*****

Adam was true to his word; they made love another three times that night; finding something new about each other at every turn.  For what Adam didn’t know about gay sex he made up for with sheer enthusiasm; but through it all his loyalty and thoughtfulness towards his new partner came shining through.  And his honesty.  There were no secrets, there never really had been, although up until now their former partners had been off limits.  It was Patrick who suggested they talk about the subject after one of their heavy sessions.  Adam raised himself on his elbow and looked at Patrick.  “Well,” he said, “I don’t think either of our exes is an issue, but there should be nothing between us that could ever complicate us, right?” 

Patrick nodded.  “Gayle was a nice person, but just like all the women I shagged, that’s all it was.  It would always take me forever to get a hard on, whereas with you, just talkin’ to you on the phone gets me so horny I could burst on the spot,” he grinned.  “And I think she picked up on all that stuff, because she started looking for commitment, and frankly,” he studied his hands, “I’d met you, and the only romantic attraction I felt was for you.  That‘s what these last months have been like for me; and when you told me you loved me tonight, all I could think about was you.  Now I understand I was really gay all along, but the funny thing is, whilst I’m naturally curious, I couldn’t handle going to bed with a guy until you said you loved me; does that make sense?” 

“Perfect sense,” said Patrick.  “I suppose it’s my turn now, isn’t it?”  Adam grinned, hoping to hear a really erotic story.  Instead, Patrick surprised him with his mild account of his love life.  “I always knew I was gay,” he said.  “Unlike you.  I had lots of little assignations in my early teens, post puberty,” he said, “and I did love the dance parties and the clubs.  But I was always hoping for a Prince Charming to come galloping along and sweep me off my feet.  I did have an initial emotional attachment for Garry, but as you know, mum freaked out and put her foot down and wouldn’t let me move in with him.  But things developed and we became closer, or so I thought, and we became boyfriends.  You pretty much know the rest; he was obviously just another two-timing queen who loved the drama of playing the field and getting fucked by everything with a dick.  That poor bloody Nelson thinks he’s won a great victory but he’ll be another Garry casualty, mark my words.” 

Adam’s brow furrowed; “Did you say Garry was being fucked by everyone; were you fucking him?” 

“Yes,” smiled Patrick.  “I was the top in that little relationship.  But we’re the opposite,” he said, “I should be a bottom for you.”  Patrick looked lovingly at him and cuddled him, soothing away the worry lines with slow kissing.  “I believe every partnership defines itself, and I just knew with you I wanted to be the bottom.  Importantly, you also feel the need to be the top, don’t you?” 

“Yeah,” said Adam, in a much more cheerful tone.  “But we should swap sometimes just to make sure your student learns all there is to know, OK?” 

“Yes we will, whenever you like, but I don’t think we should force it,” replied Patrick.  He awoke next morning to the familiar feeling he loved when Adam slept with him.  The arm protectively thrown around, his body pressed tightly behind him.  But this time, of course there was a difference!  For both of them, their life was now irrevocably changed.  A frown crossed Patrick’s handsome face as he turned and studied the freckled, beautiful face of his lover. 

Whassup?” Adam mumbled. 

“Just wondered if you had straight boy cold feet in the hard, cold light of day?” said Patrick. 

“Patrick,” he said, “don’t be so bloody silly.  What I want to know is what we call ourselves.  Are we boyfriends, lovers or what?”  Before Patrick had a chance to answer, Adam continued.  “Because I frankly think that boyfriends and lovers don’t have the air of permanence that I need and want, and I think calling us a relationship sounds just plain dirty.  I think we should call ourselves partners, part of an equal and loving partnership, how does that sound?”  It was rare that Patrick found himself unable to speak, and this was one such occasion.  He cleared his throat and smiled; “I’m sorry if it sounded like I ever doubted you; partner is fine by me.”