Love Comes Silently(Senses 1) (15 page)

Patrick kissed his way back to Ken’s lips, pressing the other man’s body against the mattress, feeling Ken’s jeans-clad erection through his own pants. He felt Ken’s hands work between them as his belt was opened and the fabric worked open; then Ken’s hand slid down the back of his pants. Ken’s other hand joined the first, and Patrick’s breath hitched as Ken gripped and kneaded his butt. The intimate touch drove him wild, and Patrick ground his hips against Ken’s as he did his best to work open Ken’s pants. Ken pushed down his pants, and Patrick fumbled with Ken’s, trying desperately to get them both naked. Eventually, Patrick realized his pants were hopelessly tangled around his legs, but he didn’t give a damn as Ken rolled him in the bed, kissing him hard as he ground their hips together.

Ken slid his length along Patrick’s, and he arched his back, gaping wide-mouthed in a silent cry as Ken moved against his cock. “You feel wonderful, Patrick,” Ken whispered as he did it again, and then he stopped. “Have you been with anyone since…?”

Patrick shook his head. No one had touched him since the accident, not that he’d expected anyone would want to.

Ken sat up, staring into Patrick’s eyes, his weight settling on Patrick’s hips and legs, his cock jutting out from a nest of light brown curls. “You’re beautiful, Patrick. You really are,” Ken said as Patrick felt his gaze wander down his body. “You’ve kept yourself hidden away for a long time, haven’t you?” Patrick nodded slowly, his eyes drinking in Ken’s flawless skin. “Why? You’re a special man with so much to give. Why would you keep it hidden away?” Ken leaned forward, lightly sucking Patrick’s lips between his. “You’re caring and thoughtful,” Ken told him, punctuating each word with kisses that trailed further down Patrick’s body. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.” Ken kissed the skin just above Patrick’s belly button, and Patrick inhaled, sucking in his stomach as the kisses continued. “You’re an amazing man, Patrick, and I care for you very much.”

Patrick’s cock throbbed as Ken kissed the skin just above the head. Holding his breath, Patrick willed Ken to touch him— just once was all he could ever want. Patrick clamped his eyes closed and grunted softly, as close to a gasp as he could come as Ken licked along his length and then took him into his mouth. Patrick’s head throbbed, and he thrust his hips into the sensation. He felt Ken’s hand on his hip, stilling him as Ken took him deeper. Patrick would have cried out as the wettest heat he’d ever felt in his life engulfed him, and in his head there was a litany of wonderful sounds, but all he could do was grunt softly and listen as Ken hummed slightly around him. Patrick cupped Ken’s cheeks in his hands. His shaft slipped from Ken’s mouth, and Ken crawled up Patrick’s body, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss that had Patrick shaking and throbbing from head to toe. He wanted to tell Ken that he’d dreamed for months of being here like this with him, but all he could do was return the kisses with every ounce of the energy and passion that coursed through his body.

The kiss ended, and Patrick looked into Ken’s eyes, a bit stunned by what he saw: lust, passion, and something he couldn’t quite identify. He hoped it was what his heart had been wishing for, but his mind was a bit muddled, and then Ken shifted, sliding his lips down Patrick’s shaft again, making everything except the ecstasy zinging through his body fly from his mind. Ken slid his mouth up and down his shaft, and Patrick had to keep himself from thrusting into the overwhelming sensation.

Then everything stopped. Ken stilled, and Patrick fisted the sheets in total frustration, his cock throbbing in Ken’s mouth. He wanted to cry out and even opened his mouth. Slowly, Ken slid his lips up Patrick’s shaft. Patrick slipped from Ken’s lips and felt him kissing a trail up his skin. Ken kissed him hard, his body pressing onto Patrick’s. Their shafts slid side by side, and Patrick cupped Ken’s butt as their hips thrust. All of Patrick’s control was stripped away. Holding Ken tightly, their body heat mingling, Patrick listened as Ken steadily and softly moaned into his ear. Patrick couldn’t imagine that a more fitting accompaniment to lovemaking could possibly exist. Ken pressed his chest to Patrick’s, their legs entwining as Patrick’s pants finally slid off his legs and his cock slid against Ken’s hot skin.

Patrick felt the pressure begin to build and he held tighter, thrusting harder as Ken did the same. Ken’s breath hitched, and he groaned deeply. Then Patrick felt Ken’s thrusts speed up, becoming erratic, and Patrick felt him still as liquid heat spread between them. Patrick smiled, clamped his eyes shut, and thrust hard as he tumbled over the edge, adding his own release to Ken’s.

Patrick listened to Ken breathe as he caught his own breath, afraid to move and break the spell between them. He held Ken tight, letting their sweat and release mingle on his skin. Nothing in recent memory had felt so good. Touching Ken’s cheeks, Patrick brought Ken’s face to his, kissing him softly with a slight smile.

Ken stilled, and Patrick did that same, both listening for a few seconds. Hearing nothing, Ken settled his head against Patrick’s shoulder, and Ken continued holding him. “I need to get up soon,” Ken explained. “I doubt she will, but Hanna could wake up, and I need to be there for her.”

Patrick nodded and shifted on the bed. Ken sat up, and Patrick stood, searching the floor for his clothes. He should have known it would be like this, that once things were over, Ken would want him gone. He bent down and picked up his tangled underwear and pants and began straightening them out so he could put them on. “Patrick,” Ken said softly, and he stood still when Ken touched his arm. “I don’t want you to go.” Patrick turned and stared into Ken’s eyes, not understanding what he wanted. “I don’t want Hanna to wake and find us like this, but I don’t want you to go.” Ken walked to his closet, his butt bobbing with each step. Getting out a robe, he put it on and turned back to Patrick. “I’ll be right back after I check on Hanna.” Ken left the room, and Patrick stood near the bed, still naked, wondering what he should do. He wanted to stay and see what Ken meant, but part of him said to run.

Then the door opened again and Ken walked in with a smile. “She’s still asleep,” Ken told him before moving closer. “And you’re amazingly handsome,” Ken added before tugging him into a kiss. “I think we need to talk, but after we clean up.” Ken opened the bathroom door, and Patrick dropped the clothes he’d been holding onto the bed and followed Ken inside.

Ken turned on the water in the shower and took off his robe. Patrick didn’t wait for an invitation before taking Ken in his arms, kissing him again as he rubbed their chests together. Patrick could already feel his body reacting once again, and Ken moaned softly into his kisses while Patrick stroked the soft skin of Ken’s back and butt. The room began to fill with stream, and Patrick continued kissing Ken, not caring about anything other than having this man in his arms.

“Come with me,” Ken said, and Patrick followed him into the shower. The nearscalding water tingled Patrick’s skin, and Ken turned it down, letting the heat cascade over them both. “I’ve wanted you for a long time,” Ken told him, and Patrick’s eyes widened before he pointed to himself and then at Ken, nodding slowly. “You’ve felt the same way?” Ken asked, and Patrick nodded before pushing Ken against the tile, pressing his skin to Ken’s as he attacked his mouth. Patrick might not have been able to speak, but he was bound and determined to take this opportunity to make sure Ken understood just how he felt.

By the time Patrick pulled back, Ken was breathing hard. Patrick smiled and reached for the bottle of soap. After filling his hands, he rubbed them together and then slowly smoothed them over Ken’s chest. He watched as Ken rested his head back against the tile, and Patrick used the opportunity to explore. Ken’s chest and stomach passed under his hands, muscles twitching, and Ken’s breath hitched. There were so many things he wanted to ask, but instead he let his hands ask the questions, and Ken’s body provided the answers. Ken’s legs shook as he stroked below Ken’s stomach and then along his thick length. Patrick lifted his gaze and met Ken’s as he gripped and carefully stroked the thickening shaft. His eyes were nearly closed, his mouth slightly open, his breath coming in shallow pants. Patrick stroked hard, and Ken thrust his hips lightly to meet the movement. He wanted to be able to tell Ken all the things he was thinking, like how amazingly attractive he looked right now, and how hot it was that Ken could barely move because of the things Patrick was doing to him. Ken deserved to hear those things, but all Patrick could do was show him. Stepping closer, he pressed his chest to Ken’s soapy skin, sliding them together, and very quickly he found his back pressed to the tile, with Ken grinning at him.

“For a man who can’t speak, you’re amazingly good at making your feelings known,” Ken told him, and he felt Ken sucking on his neck. “So why don’t I show you the same way.” Ken moved away, and Patrick watched as he stepped back into the spray, the soap sluicing off his body. When Ken leaned back to wash his hair, Patrick let his eyes travel all along Ken’s body, from glistening chest to narrow hips, jutting cock, and strong thighs. He also watched as Ken squeezed some soap on his hands and began washing Patrick’s chest. He closed his eyes and let the sensation of being cared for wash over him.

When Ken slipped his hands to his hips and then along his cock, Patrick’s breath hitched and he groaned deeply, or for him what approximated a groan. He opened his eyes and saw Ken smiling at him. Patrick hated most of the sounds he could make now—to him he sounded like an animal—but Ken seemed to like them, judging by the smile and by the way his grip tightened around Patrick’s shaft. Patrick let his mouth fall open and his head fall backward as Ken knelt down in front of him, stroking Patrick’s legs and thighs. Patrick’s legs trembled, and he used the wall to keep himself upright as Ken’s amazing hands slid between his legs, cupping his balls while a finger teased lightly at his opening. “I want you to come for me, Patrick. Show me how much you like what I’m doing to you,” Ken told him. Ken moved his hand away from his balls, gripping his shaft tightly as he pulled and stroked, hard and fast. Patrick quickly lost control of his own body, giving himself over to Ken as the pressure quickly built inside his balls. He wanted to cry out, but nothing came. Every muscle in his body came alive all at once, and flashes of light moved behind Patrick’s eyes as he came, quivering against the tile.

Patrick gasped for breath and did his best to stop his legs from buckling. Once he’d caught his breath, he pulled Ken to him. “I came when you did,” Ken told him, and Patrick gentled his touch as Ken guided them beneath the water. They stood together until the water began to cool. Ken turned it off and stepped out, handing Patrick a towel, and once they were dry, they went back onto Ken’s bedroom to dress before Ken led him downstairs.

“I need to check on Hanna, and then you and I can talk,” Ken said, and Patrick sat and waited, listening to Ken’s footsteps.

Patrick shifted nervously, sitting on the edge of the chair as he waited for Ken to come back downstairs. Eventually he heard light footsteps, and then Ken walked back into the room and sat down across from him. “Just a minute,” he said before getting up again. Ken wasn’t gone long, and when he returned, he had a pad and pen that he set on the coffee table.

Patrick picked it up. “
How is Hanna
?” he wrote quickly.

“She’s still asleep,” Ken answered, and Patrick nodded, locking his eyes on Ken’s, hoping for a little more information. “I’m not sure how to describe it. The doctors say they’re hopeful she’ll improve, but every treatment leaves her weaker than the last one. I suppose I should be grateful she isn’t in the hospital, but it seems like all she does is sleep. That’s probably good for her, because it gives her body a chance to heal, but I long to hear her laugh and play again. I just don’t know if she ever will.” Ken’s voice trembled, and Patrick shifted so he was sitting next to him on the sofa and reached for Ken’s hand. The thought of anything happening to that little girl made Patrick’s heart ache, and he wished he could do something to help. “Patrick, I’m not sure how much more she’s going to be able to take.”

Patrick nodded softly, feeling Ken’s worry and anxiety like a body blow. Letting go of Ken’s hand, Patrick reached for the pad. “
Is there anything I can do to help
?”

“Pray,” Ken answered softly. “I believe that’s all any of us can do.” Ken took a deep breath and held it, closing his eyes, and Patrick saw a tear run down Ken’s face. “She told me last week that she wants to be Barbie for Halloween. I didn’t understand why she was telling me that when it’s barely summer, but I’m starting to think she’s beginning to realize she won’t make it till then.”

“
I’ll see if I can find her the costume
,” Patrick wrote, his hands shaking. This wasn’t the conversation he’d been expecting to have when Ken had said they needed to talk, but this was much more important.

“Thank you. Halloween or not, she’ll love it,” Ken said; then he swallowed hard.

Patrick looked around the room and saw a box of tissues on one of the end table. He got up, retrieved it, and then set the box on the coffee table before looking for the pad again, but he didn’t know how to write the question that had kept running through his mind. Was now even the right time to ask? Patrick figured it wasn’t, and he left the pad where it was and simply tugged Ken into a hug that lasted until Ken reached for a tissue.

“We do need to talk about what happened,” Ken said as he wiped his eyes. Patrick nodded and waited for Ken to continue, figuring it was probably easiest for him to say what he needed to. “I care for you, Patrick, I do. You’re a sweet man, and anyone would be lucky to have you in their life.”

Patrick tilted his head slightly in confusion. “
I understand. You still have feelings for that Mark guy
,” Patrick wrote and passed the pad to Ken.

“I do, but not those kinds of feelings. Not anymore,” Ken explained, and Patrick narrowed his eyes. “He came back a few weeks ago and told me he wanted me back, but Mark isn’t the person I want in my life.” Ken took Patrick’s hands in his. “There are so many unknowns in our lives right now.” Ken turned toward the stairs, and Patrick nodded, knowing what Ken meant. “I’m not sure there’s room for anyone.”