Pete sighed and leant his head back against the wall.

Bored, he was bored and his whole body ached with standing here like this. It felt like he'd been here
for hours although he knew in reality he hadn't. He shifted slowly easing the ache in his legs before
becoming still again. Moving to stop himself from stiffening up was allowed but nothing more. He
shivered although he wasn't cold even though he was naked; Patrick ensuring the room was warm
before ordering him against the wall. The wall was cool against his ass and he was grateful for that
coolness against the burning skin.

His eyes moved to the room's other occupant. Patrick's head was down, his attention on the laptop
in front of him but Pete knew that Patrick was aware of every move he made and every sigh and it
would all be remembered, stored away. He closed his eyes trying not to think about his actions that
had led to him being stood here, against the wall.

He knew he was buying trouble for himself but sometimes he just couldn't stop himself. Patrick's
attention had been elsewhere this evening; and he'd reverted to being a 12 year old on e-numbers;
bouncing, poking Patrick, and generally annoying him until Patrick's attention was fully on him.

The thing with Patrick was you never knew quite how he was going to react. Oh he'd react eventually,
of that Pete could be assured, but Patrick liked to keep him on edge wondering just what he was
going to do to him. Sometimes he'd just be held down until he calmed, Patrick lying on him; other
times he'd be fucked over one of the couches but tonight well tonight he'd been pulled down over
Patrick's knee and held down by his neck as Patrick's other hand pulled his jeans down, the tight
denim scraping over his cock eliciting an involuntary gasp. Patrick chuckled before bringing his
hand down hard on Pete's bare skin, hitting him at the top of his thighs before starting to spank him in
earnest, making Pete count along with each stroke of his hand. He'd stopped short of one hundred
strokes, Pete now calm beneath his hands, quiet except for the hiccupping brought on by his crying.
Patrick slowly stroked his back, whispering soft words to him, words that Pete couldn't quite hear but
it was the tone more than anything that he was listening to; that soft, loving, and reassuring tone.
After a few moments Patrick pulled him up onto his lap, holding him in place even as Pete tried to
move away, the pain of his raw spanked backside and thighs exacerbated against the rough texture
of Patrick's jeans. Patrick held him still before kissing him forcefully, his teeth biting at Pete's lips,
making him in yet another way. All of Pete's focus was on Patrick; the reassuring feel and smell of
him as he held him. And then, he was making him stand up and pushing him toward the wall where
he could see him; where as he told Pete "his attention would be wholly on him!”

Pete sighed again and this time Patrick looked up, his gaze pulled from his work, toward him. He
set aside his laptop and stood up from the couch, walked over to him his steps slow and easy.
Patrick stopped in front of him and grasped his jaw with his hand, holding him steady. Pete wanted
to close his eyes, to avoid Patrick's knowing, loving look but he couldn't. He swallowed and tried to
duck his head Patrick's grip tightened on his jaw. He hated this, probably more than anything else,
the way Patrick would just stop and look at him. As though he could read everything that Pete was,
ever had been and would be in the future. It made him extremely uncomfortable, made him want to
squirm, to look away from the other man. This was attention that he didn't desire; it scared him how
Patrick would see all the way into his soul and still want him. Being held down by Patrick, feeling
himself lulled under by Patrick's words, being spanked, all of that was easy compared to this.