Sleeping With My Lover, Living With My Wife

Four

*Pete's POV*

I'm ready and waiting outside the bar ahead of schedule. It's only quarter to seven, but I'm so excited to see Patrick again. I've been thinking about him all day.

I anxiously await his arrival, checking the time on my phone every minute.

A moment later, I spot Patrick walking towards me with a huge smile on his face, looking adorable as always. His smile is contagious and I catch myself with a wide grin on my face, also. He doesn't hesitate to embrace me into a loving hug.

We pull apart from the hug and I cup his face, pulling it to mine. I kiss him long and meaningfully. I've been craving the taste of his lips ever since I pulled away from them last night.

Our lips break contact and Patrick looks up at me with rosy cheeks. I kiss one of his reddened cheeks before extending my hand out for him to take it, and he gladly accepts. "May I buy a drink for my handsome date?"

Patrick giggles and nods, allowing me to lead him into the bar. I order him and myself a beer, paying for both.

I watch as he gulps down a few swallows of his drink. He leaves a mustache above his upper lip and I wipe my thumb over it, wiping it away. Patrick sucks the liquid off my thumb, careful not to waste any. When he does, my mind goes many places, now thinking sexual thoughts about the attractive man in front of me. He needs to stop being so cute or there are going to be problems.

I snap out of my billionth Patrick daydream, though I can't help but feel slightly turned on at the moment. There are so many things I want to do to him. My eyes travel up and down his body, admiring every inch of it, imagining how it looks underneath all those layers of clothes.

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Once we both have finished our drinks, I take Patrick on another late night walk through the city. Even under the glow of the streetlights, he's as flawless as always.

I squeeze his hand before blurting, "Patrick, I like you!" I want to smack myself for it, but now I just hope he feels the same way about me.

He stops and hesitates, seeming shocked by my instant confession, but eventually smiles widely and replies, "I like you, too!"

I tackle Patrick to the ground so I'm on top of him. My hands roughly tug on his hair as I kiss him deeply. "No, Patrick. I like you. A LOT!" I say before kissing him again. My lips travel from his lips, to his jaw, and to his neck.

"Pete, I like you, too. A LOT!" Patrick mimics me, giggling, but I know he means it.

I nibble gently on his neck, leaving a small, purple love bite. I go on to leave another one next to it, but Patrick pulls my lips back up to his, kissing me with an extreme amount of passion. This time, he's the one to allow his tongue into my mouth, causing me to moan.

We continue our intense kissing session for what feels like a long while. I'm not complaining, though. I could make out with Patrick for the rest of eternity if he let me.

Our lips stay in contact and I begin feeling very aroused, but I'm not alone. I notice Patrick's bulge against my own. My hands trail up and down his chest and I feel the rapid beating of his heart. I know I shouldn't, but I need to touch him. My fingers make their way down to Patrick's waistline, circling around what's beneath it.

I feel Patrick's breath go heavy before he quietly says, "You can touch me." He must have realized how badly I want to feel him, and I am more confident once he gives me permission.

I hesitate, looking at Patrick once more for reassurance, and he nods with an excited smile. My fingers move to the bulge in his pants and gently wrap around it, carefully caressing it. He moans loudly and I press my lips to his, quieting him. Patrick doesn't stop though. It must feel good because he moans into my mouth and his hips thrust, pressing his erect member against my palm. I rub it a little while longer while kissing him, knowing I need to stop before this goes any further. I'd love to have sex with him, but I did just meet him yesterday.

Patrick whimpers when I pull away from him. "Pete!" he whines, giving me a pouty face.

I lean in and kiss him one more time and explain, "Patrick, I don't want to stop either, but it's better that we stop now before this goes any further! I'm sorry, babe." I kiss him on the cheek and stand up, reaching my hand out to help him up.

Patrick crosses his arms across his chest and refuses to take my hand, still pouting like a child. I'm falling in love with a five year old. I laugh at his immaturity and it only makes him grumpier.

"I wasn't ready to stop yet, Pete! I don't want to be done!" he claims. This kid is less innocent than I thought he was and I smile to myself.

"Patrick, I don't want to be done either, but we can save that for another time when we're in a more... romantic location," I explain while pointing out that fact that we're in a public park. That wasn't the actual reason, but it was easier to explain it to him that way.

Patrick understands my point and takes my hand as I pull him up off the ground. We walk back to where our vehicles are parked the same way we did last night, with his head resting on my shoulder.

"So... I guess this is goodbye then," Patrick says dramatically. I laugh.

"You say it as if we're never going to see each other again," I tease. I pull him into a tight squeeze, not wanting to let go.

"Promise we'll see each other again soon?" Patrick asks.

"I promise."

I kiss him deeply once more before we go our separate ways.