Liverpool, that the work is better there, and he gives Noah the deeds to the coffee house, says he put it in his name. They hug for a long time, and Noah reiterates his previous statements, that he’s a good man, and he deserves someone truly special. Later he watches from inside the shop as Connor and Patrick have a discussion, and Connor puts a hand on Patrick’s shoulder, says something that has Patrick nodding, his face very serious. They don’t hug as they separate, but Patrick comes into the shop wearing a soft smile, and Noah gets the feeling everything will be okay in the end for them, that this isn’t the complete end of their friendship.
He moves back into his flat with Julie the next day, feels an overwhelming sense of home as he puts his belongings down on his bed, looks around with warmth filling his chest, even as Julie bellows at him to go to the shop for milk because there’s none for tea.
When Patrick’s stuff ships over from America, Noah helps him move out of the hotel he’s been staying in and into his new flat, and they make love on the floor in the middle of the living room, then on the stairs, and then twice in one of the bedrooms before they even think of opening any boxes.
“You know you can move in here whenever you like,” Patrick tells him. “There’s plenty of space.”
“I know,” Noah says, curling around Patrick’s body, “but I’m happy with Julie for now. It’s my home. Besides,” he adds, smirking, “you haven’t even taken me on an official first date yet.”
Patrick takes him out that night, and after they make out in an empty doorway like old times, and then have quick, desperate sex in the car when they park by a river to watch the stars. And when Noah breathes, “I love you,” into Patrick’s neck, he feels it right down to his bones, every facet of the emotion filling him and swelling within his chest, heating through his veins. Patrick looks into Noah’s face and says, “I love you too,” and Noah can see everything he feels mirrored in Patrick’s eyes, and he glows with it.
End
He moves back into his flat with Julie the next day, feels an overwhelming sense of home as he puts his belongings down on his bed, looks around with warmth filling his chest, even as Julie bellows at him to go to the shop for milk because there’s none for tea.
When Patrick’s stuff ships over from America, Noah helps him move out of the hotel he’s been staying in and into his new flat, and they make love on the floor in the middle of the living room, then on the stairs, and then twice in one of the bedrooms before they even think of opening any boxes.
“You know you can move in here whenever you like,” Patrick tells him. “There’s plenty of space.”
“I know,” Noah says, curling around Patrick’s body, “but I’m happy with Julie for now. It’s my home. Besides,” he adds, smirking, “you haven’t even taken me on an official first date yet.”
Patrick takes him out that night, and after they make out in an empty doorway like old times, and then have quick, desperate sex in the car when they park by a river to watch the stars. And when Noah breathes, “I love you,” into Patrick’s neck, he feels it right down to his bones, every facet of the emotion filling him and swelling within his chest, heating through his veins. Patrick looks into Noah’s face and says, “I love you too,” and Noah can see everything he feels mirrored in Patrick’s eyes, and he glows with it.
End
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