Patrick Stump and His Lawyer Lady (WARNING CONTAINS EROTICA) #wattys2015

Chapter Seven: Forest

Chapter Seven: Forest

"I took some food for thought,

It might be poisoned

The stomach in my brain throws up onto the page

Does it bother anyone else that someone else has your name?"

Forest - Twenty One Pilots

Tony's POV

So today, Patrick and I had "come out" as a couple. We also bumped into two of his bandmates who seemed very impressed by me then had decided to spend the evening at Patrick's house. He showed me around then took me into the garden where there was a mini lake big enough for a few to swim in with sun deck chairs. The sun wass setting and Patrick wanted to get his gyming in so I took the bikini I had bought on our shopping spree, my phone and went to soak up the last of the days warm rays.

I had lately developed a fixation on the song Forest by Twenty One Pilots so that song was on repeat as I laid myself across the deckchair. I put on my sunglasses and really concentrated on the song which saw me spilling a few tears. In between this, Patrick must have come up, and removed my sunglasses.

"I thought that I would find you here. I didn't think lawyers got emotional."

I smiled at his assumption, "Honey, I was a human before I became a hot shot lawyer. You could call me an empathic lawyer. This song just speaks to me."

"So you are an Emo Scene Queen Lawyer slash diva because I happened to hear you sing along to it and you're talented baby."

He wasn't telling me anything I hadn't already heard however, not all of us came from backgrounds that were supportive of pursuing a career in the arts. I merely grinned in response. He was dressed in grey slacks and a grey dress shirt and I was in my bikini when he chuckled.

"This reminds me of a scene with Carter Verone and the double agent in 2Fast 2Furious." I had to admit it was oddly reminiscient. He looked at my thighs and sighed heavily. I knew he was looking at the self inflicted scars still there. He had been gentlemanly enough not to mention it but now he seemed to lose the exterior.

"I'm going to approach this now because I feel we're in a calmer atmosphere but do you still have a cutting problem? Also, you never bother hiding your scars, why?"

He stripped out of his semi-formal clothing and lay behind me, craddling me. I think he was trying to make me feel as though I was in a safe space but I had no problem talking about it and was even actively involved in charity organizations for the support of self-mutilators. I had also noticed similar scarring on him but his ex-wife had thrown that out publically so I suppose he didn't bother hiding what everyone knew anyway.

"No honey, I don't cut myself anymore and I don't hide the scars because each of them tell a story that is important for me to remember. As for you, when you feel as though you want to hurt yourself, I want you to come to me for help. Even if things between us don't work out, I will be a friend."

He pulled me closer to him and kissed the top of my head, then let his hands roam down my body until he settled on my hips. I could feel his erection starting to bulge against my back as he made contact with my skin and his hands had this way of touching me that was an instant turn on.

"I'm glad you're fine now because this gorgeous body of yours deserves to be in constant pleasure and not pain."

I could see where this was going and got off the chair and into the pool, when i dipped under the water and removed my bikini. When I emerged I had a naughty smile on my face and chucked my wet bikini at him.

Pa

Patrick's POV

Holy smokes this woman was lethal. Her wet bikini landed perfectly in my lap and I needed no more persuading than that. I jumped in after her, my dick already fighting with my boxers, and snaked out of them. I swam up to her, wrapped her legs around me and kissed her passionately. God she had the softest, warmest lips and I could kiss her forever.

Wait, Stump, slow down. You've already done "forever" and it turned out to be just one year.

It's then I allowed the kissing to become more carnal and pushed up into her warmth. God, she felt so good. The first time with my ex-wife didn't come anywhere near how good this felt. She was just, magic.

I felt my heart saying "God, I could easily love this woman," my head was saying, "Patrick, tread lightly," and my dick was saying, "you know this is the best you've ever had, ride it out."

I heard myself moaning, "Shit Tony, you have such an amazing body."

I always tried my hardest not to swear but in this moment there was no control whatsoever. I had lost it with how good this felt and her moaning my name with a tinge of an accent coming through sent me over the edge to my climax shortly after hers.

We both rode out our orgasms but I refused to let go of her body and stayed that way. I kissed her, deepening it and losing myself again in how intoxicating her kiss was when I heard a throat clearing behind us.

"Crap, hey mom, you should have called before you just came over!"