tried to ignore them all and simply enjoy the moment of having someone to provide for. As much as Patrick talked about not minding his daily solitude, he truthfully had never imagined being alone for his entire life.
Then again he never imagined joining the ranks of the undead either.
“Patrick?”
Jacob’s voice startled him and he realized that they had gotten to the checkout counter. A tired looking cashier stood in front of him with her hand out.
“Right, sorry.” Patrick reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened it quickly pulling out the first card and handing it to her.
“Don’t you want to know the price?” Jacob asked.
Patrick shrugged. “It’s fine. I doubt you bout out the entire store, and even if you did, I can afford it.”
Jacob snorted before crossing his arms. He didn’t say anything else as the cashier passed back the card and receipt. He moved back and pulled the cart over to the exit. “I suppose we don’t need this either? You could probably carry all the bags on your own, couldn’t you?”
Patrick blinked. “Well, yes of course I could.” He reached into the cart and pulled out all of the bags pausing at the weird tension that seemed to be rising between them. “Is something wrong? Did I say or do something to upset you in there?”
Jacob’s silence put him even more on edge. He wasn’t accustomed to receiving the silent treatment. Whenever Gabriel was angry with him, he made sure Patrick knew it.
Jacob dropped his arms. “It’s fine.”
The walk back to Patrick’s apartment was far tenser than it had been previously and Patrick found himself glancing at Jacob. If not for the tension, he might have commented on Jacob’s beauty in the light of the late afternoon. Instead, he remained quiet matching the other man’s quick and determined pace and playing back everything he’d said in the store to find the source of his mistake.
When they finally reached the apartment and the door was firmly closed behind them, Patrick found himself speaking. “I’m sorry.” He walked through the living room and into the kitchen. He could hear Jacob walking behind him. “I’m not quite sure what I did, but—“
“Then why apologize?” Jacob asked. Patrick placed the bags on the counter before turning to face the other man. He wasn’t expecting to be pushed back against the counter. “You apologize before you even know what you did. You buy food that you won’t even eat.”
“I could eat it if that made you happy.”
Jacob narrowed his gaze. “That’s not the fucking point, Patrick. What is it that you want from me? You don’t drink human blood, but you invite me here as your…assistant.” Jacob spit that word out like it offended him.
Patrick didn’t understand why Jacob was so angry, and the once again robust scent of the man’s blood was sending his head spinning. He needed to regain control of the situation before it—
“What are you doing?”
Patrick swallowed loudly as he looked down at Jacob’s smirking face. “Isn’t it obvious?” Jacob’s deft fingers were quick, undoing the button and zipper of Patrick’s pants revealing—“No underwear? You are such a naughty little vampire.”
Jacob dropped quickly to his knees and Patrick winced at the hard sound of him hitting the floor. An inferno of heat gripped Patrick’s sensitive prick and he clenched his jaw tightly at the feeling. He’d of course had human partners before this, but those experiences seemed to pale in comparison to having Jacob at his feet with his rough hands pulling Patrick’s cock from between the folds of fabric. Patrick groaned as hot puffs of air caressed his hardening cock. Never before had he gotten hard this fast before. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say Jacob wasn’t a human.
“Veela.” Patrick groaned out loudly as wet heat surrounded the head of his sensitive dick. He groaned again when the wet suction went away and looked back down to see
Then again he never imagined joining the ranks of the undead either.
“Patrick?”
Jacob’s voice startled him and he realized that they had gotten to the checkout counter. A tired looking cashier stood in front of him with her hand out.
“Right, sorry.” Patrick reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened it quickly pulling out the first card and handing it to her.
“Don’t you want to know the price?” Jacob asked.
Patrick shrugged. “It’s fine. I doubt you bout out the entire store, and even if you did, I can afford it.”
Jacob snorted before crossing his arms. He didn’t say anything else as the cashier passed back the card and receipt. He moved back and pulled the cart over to the exit. “I suppose we don’t need this either? You could probably carry all the bags on your own, couldn’t you?”
Patrick blinked. “Well, yes of course I could.” He reached into the cart and pulled out all of the bags pausing at the weird tension that seemed to be rising between them. “Is something wrong? Did I say or do something to upset you in there?”
Jacob’s silence put him even more on edge. He wasn’t accustomed to receiving the silent treatment. Whenever Gabriel was angry with him, he made sure Patrick knew it.
Jacob dropped his arms. “It’s fine.”
The walk back to Patrick’s apartment was far tenser than it had been previously and Patrick found himself glancing at Jacob. If not for the tension, he might have commented on Jacob’s beauty in the light of the late afternoon. Instead, he remained quiet matching the other man’s quick and determined pace and playing back everything he’d said in the store to find the source of his mistake.
When they finally reached the apartment and the door was firmly closed behind them, Patrick found himself speaking. “I’m sorry.” He walked through the living room and into the kitchen. He could hear Jacob walking behind him. “I’m not quite sure what I did, but—“
“Then why apologize?” Jacob asked. Patrick placed the bags on the counter before turning to face the other man. He wasn’t expecting to be pushed back against the counter. “You apologize before you even know what you did. You buy food that you won’t even eat.”
“I could eat it if that made you happy.”
Jacob narrowed his gaze. “That’s not the fucking point, Patrick. What is it that you want from me? You don’t drink human blood, but you invite me here as your…assistant.” Jacob spit that word out like it offended him.
Patrick didn’t understand why Jacob was so angry, and the once again robust scent of the man’s blood was sending his head spinning. He needed to regain control of the situation before it—
“What are you doing?”
Patrick swallowed loudly as he looked down at Jacob’s smirking face. “Isn’t it obvious?” Jacob’s deft fingers were quick, undoing the button and zipper of Patrick’s pants revealing—“No underwear? You are such a naughty little vampire.”
Jacob dropped quickly to his knees and Patrick winced at the hard sound of him hitting the floor. An inferno of heat gripped Patrick’s sensitive prick and he clenched his jaw tightly at the feeling. He’d of course had human partners before this, but those experiences seemed to pale in comparison to having Jacob at his feet with his rough hands pulling Patrick’s cock from between the folds of fabric. Patrick groaned as hot puffs of air caressed his hardening cock. Never before had he gotten hard this fast before. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say Jacob wasn’t a human.
“Veela.” Patrick groaned out loudly as wet heat surrounded the head of his sensitive dick. He groaned again when the wet suction went away and looked back down to see
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