Sleeping With My Lover, Living With My Wife

Six

*Pete's POV*

I texted Patrick yesterday, inviting him over to my place for dinner tonight. He seems genuinely excited to see me again, and I'm quite ecstatic to see the little guy, too. I've spent all day cleaning my apartment and preparing for his arrival.

It feels like I haven't seen Patrick in forever, and it's unbelievable how much I miss him. I truly think I am falling in love with him. Actually, I know I'm falling in love with him.

When I check the time on my phone, I question where the time has gone. I spent all day thinking about Patrick, and now he'll be here at any moment. My heartbeat begins to quicken, anticipating the moment I hear a knock on the door.

I continue checking the time more often than necessary. He's late. It's 7:16 and I begin to feel nervous that he forgot. Then panic starts to set in. Maybe he doesn't like me anymore and isn't coming. Sweat slowly beads along my hairline from my anxiety.

My worries instantly disappear, though, when I hear the sound of three taps on my door. I race to the entrance, embracing Patrick in a hug the moment I open the door. "I missed you," I whisper into his neck as I continue squeezing him.

"I missed you more, Pete!" Patrick exclaims with a genuine smile.

"Impossible!" I argue before kissing him on the cheek.

I take Patrick's hand and lead him around my apartment, giving him a quick tour, ending in the kitchen. He's surprised when I have a prepared meal ready to eat and a table for two equipped with the necessary utensils. I turn off the lights, displaying the romantic arrangement of candles surrounding us.

I pull a chair out from under the table for Patrick to sit on. He thanks me and sits across from me and we begin to eat.

We finish our meals and still have a little room left for dessert. I place a chocolate cake between us on the table, remembering from a previous conversation that it's Patrick's favorite.

He smiles excitedly like a child as I cut a piece for each of us. I kiss him on the cheek as I hand over his plate.

I then move my chair next to his so I'm closer. He devours a few bites before stopping, "What?" he questions, noticing that I've been watching him.

"I didn't say anything!"

"Yeah, but you're looking at me weird."

"No I'm not!" I say defensively as I lean in to kiss him. His lips taste like chocolate, but I don't mind. When I pull away, Patrick wipes chocolate frosting on my nose. I giggle at his childish action.

Then he takes me by surprise when he gets out of his chair and sits on my lap, facing me with a devious grin. He leans in and uses his soft lips and tongue to clean the frosting from my nose.

I stick my finger into the cake, picking up some frosting when he isn't looking. I swipe it across his cheek and laugh at my own immature behavior. Patrick gasps with fake disbelief and then giggles. "Now you get to clean that up, Pete!" he scolds teasingly.

I don't hesitate to press my lips to his chocolate covered cheek, kissing and licking the frosting off. My lips move over to his once I've cleaned his cheek. I feel Patrick reach for something and I pull away to see. I am then smothered by a piece of cake, covering my entire face in chocolate. Patrick laughs evilly at his little act. "Sorry Petey!" he teases with sass.

I roll my eyes and jokingly say, "Well, I guess you're going to have to clean it all up since you think it's so funny!"

"Okay...if I have to..." Patrick jokes before quickly pressing his lips to my face. His tongue travels over my cheeks, chin, nose, and forehead before going back to my mouth. His hands tug roughly on my hair as we passionately kiss.

Our kiss begins getting steamy like the time in the park. I promise myself that I'm not letting it end as soon as I did that night. Patrick is all mine tonight.

My arms wrap tightly around him as I lift him up, not letting our lips break contact. I carry the smaller man to the bedroom where I gently lay him down on the bed and climb on top.

I make out with Patrick intensely, causing him to moan quietly. He breathes heavily beneath me, gasping for air. I give him a break and pull his shirt off. My lips then travel down his neck, finding the love bite I left last time. I gently suck, leaving another one next to it.

My lips slowly continue making their way down Patrick's bare torso. I kiss his belly as my hands find the buckle on his belt. I undo it and pull the belt free from his pants, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Then I open the button and zipper on his black jeans. I pull them off, revealing a pair of boxers that nicely accentuate his bulge.

I smirk at the lovely sight before asking permission to touch him there. Patrick nods in acceptance and I gently wrap my fingers around his semi-hard penis. He moans from the sensation and I pause to watch him squeeze his eyes shut and beg me to keep going, "Please don't stop, baby!"

I obey and mouth Patrick's bulge through his boxers, wetting the material. His hips jerk upward, pushing it further into my mouth. He lets out a loud moan and I decide to slowly pull off his boxers, uncovering his erect member. Naked, he looks even better than I had imagined.

His breathing hitches and I figure he's self-conscious about what I think of him nude. I prove to him I like his dick by licking a hot streak up the shaft. He bucks wildly and I place the tip in my mouth, coating it in saliva. I then continue, allowing it further into my mouth as I suck.

Patrick whimpers loudly once I finish with the blowjob. I step away to quickly undress myself, freeing my equally erect penis. He smiles at my bare body before I climb back on top of him for more kisses. All warm and sweaty, he's still as adorable as always.

I smile down at him and ask, "Are you ready?" His cheeks turn bright red and he nods happily.

I reach into the drawer of the nightstand and pull out a condom, meticulously placing it on my penis. I spit on my fingers to wet them before putting them at Patrick's opening. Carefully, I slide my index finger in his hole. I gently add another finger to stretch his entrance. He yelps out in pain and I promise him it will feel better soon. I reassure him with kisses on his cheek.

I take out my two fingers from Patrick's hole, receiving another moan from him. "I want it so bad, baby. Please put your hard cock in my tight ass." I'm surprised by the words that come from his mouth, but I smile at the (not so) innocent grin that went with.

I line up my dick with Patrick's opening and carefully push the tip in. He lets out a squeal from the back of his throat as I thrust deeper into him. His knuckles turn white from squeezing the bedsheets tightly as I fuck him. Harder and harder I push, shoving the full length in his hole.

I realize I've hit Patrick's prostate when his breathing quickens and his moans get louder. He screams in ecstasy as he jerks himself, and I continue to thrust hard.

Eventually, he spills all over and I pull out to do the same, coating Patrick's chest in hot, thick cum. I lick some of the liquid off of his chest before he sucks the rest off my penis. We kiss for a while longer, our bodies still calming back down from our climaxes.

"You're not as innocent as you look, huh?" I ask Patrick as I kiss him on the cheek. He giggles and blushes.

We curl up next to each other in the bed and fall asleep in each other's arms.

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Author's Note:

You're welcome @ those of you who wanted some smut.

I felt so dirty writing this chapter, but it was also kinda fun to be honest. Oops there goes my innocence.

I hope you guys enjoyed it!