Chapter 90: Abby III—Just as Much as You Do
I knew you were a slut.
For the past three days that phrase had been cutting through his brain. And it rang in between his ears and refused to die down. Whenever he closed his eyes, Aebischer could feel the painful grip on his wrist, the lips upon his chest. He could still taste that bitter kiss, and feel the teeth glinting off his lips. The pleasure had certainly been there, and never being the prudish type, David had been more than willing at that moment to give in to it.
It hadn’t been his idea to seduce Patrick or arouse him when he had come into that room. Anger him, that had been his aim, his usual aim. The anger this time had seemed to consume Patrick and arouse some ugly beast in him. Momentarily, David had been scared, when it had become clear to him that Patrick wasn’t going to allow him to leave. And then the sharp pleasure had poked through to him. More than willing would be the proper description of his feelings at that moment.
"Shut up and kiss me," David had snapped, already brimming over with pleasure.
Patrick had laughed then, that quiet laugh that he used on inside jokes and other such small amusements. "Honestly," Patrick had said. "You like this, eh? Say please."
"Please!" David had moaned.
And then he had gone cold, absolutely cold. David had opened his eyes and Patrick was sitting up, looking down at him with a small smile. "You really want it, don’t you? Little whore!"
Colder still.
David lay in silence for a moment and then sat up, trembling some. What was one supposed to do at a time like this? Patrick had yawned and he was looking away from him, even though he was looking in his direction. It was almost as if Patrick were slicing through him with his gaze and for the first time since he had known him; David couldn’t look at his eyes. So he looked at the glinting wedding ring on Patrick’s hand and he ran his tongue over his lips. He leaned forward and lightly kissed the side of Patrick’s neck and Patrick flinched away from him. "Get out of here," he snapped. "I’m not in the mood to deal with you boy."
At that moment David had become aware of his open fly, and the cold air on his shirt that was tangled up around his body. There was a slight sheen of sweat all over his skin and that was cold as well. He wanted to be warm. He’d had a taste of something dangerous and frightening, and he wanted more.
David sat still for a moment and Patrick yawned again, an eye fluttering. "I said go on," Patrick said again.
It hurt David’s chest as he sat up, fixing his clothes. "What kind of monster are you?" David had said quietly.
Patrick looked up at him. "The kind sluts like you are drawn too."
The next morning Patrick had been smiling and joking with Footer on the plane. He napped and grumbled and when David spoke to him, Patrick had made some small talk back to him. It was as if not a thing had happened. At first, David had been hurt and confused. How could an overture like that be unimportant to one person and yet throw him completely out of his mind.
He couldn’t eat, think, and breathe without that glorious curiosity stabbing through his body. What would it have been like if? If, if, if...
For one whole day, David assumed that perhaps he was in love with Patrick, and maybe he had always been. Why else would the day’s pleasure for him be to tease the old man, and see those sweet sparks in his blue eyes? Why had he always been amused by being near him and feeling his hot energy? Patrick’s touch all over his body had lit within him opened cravings in David that he didn’t know he had possessed. He must be in love with him!
So when Patrick had just snobbishly brushed him off, discarded him and then pretended not to remember that anything untoward had happened. It had been almost devastating for David. Only the last remaining vestiges of self-respect still within him had prevented him from balling his eyes out on the plane floor or hanging on to Patrick’s legs and screaming for attention.
That was only for a day.
That night David had tumbled into bed with his girlfriend pleasured her in ways he was sure she would thank him forever for and by the morning he was angry. He watched her pale face as she slept and the way her dark hair fell in strands over her forehead and he felt angered. Patrick would just love to induce him to get rid of her wouldn’t he? It would make his life just to stir him up to a lusting frenzy, toss him away and laugh as he tossed the woman he cared for aside so he could chase a twitching rainbow of a man he could never have.
And it had almost worked. For one day David had been thrown off balance. But now he was thinking clearly!
I knew you were a slut.
Perhaps, David thought. He knew what he enjoyed and he wasn’t ashamed of it. But what Patrick aimed for was to win. He aimed for control and David felt almost light headed realizing how easily he almost gave in to him. Sneaky basterd!
David was now sitting in the locker room, lounging almost naked, not quite ready to get into his gear. But he would have to soon. Tonight was his game against the Thrashers, his game. Not Patrick’s.
And there was Patrick, sitting across from him, chatting quietly with Keaner, smiling about something. The man who always got what he wanted. David sniffed and he saw Patrick’s eyes flick over to his direction. And the thrill was there again.
David smiled and ran his tongue quickly over the bruises Patrick had left on his wrist. The light in Patrick’s eyes was amazing, the smile on his lips and then he looked back at Keaner, as if he had seen nothing.
David chuckled inwardly. It won’t be so easy for you! He thought to himself, running his thumb over the bruises almost getting an erection at the tickle. I know what you like now, he thought, and I like to enjoy myself just as much as you do.
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