The alpha bull brother takes the alpha husband
Patrick gently tugs on Jon’s hair with one hand while holding the gel pack to the black eye he gave Jon (when finding him fucking his husband) with the other. But so much has happened since then. So much confessing, revealing, connecting, understanding. Patrick runs his fingers through Jon's hair and then gives it a little tug. Gentle enough, not to hurt, but firm enough that Jon definitely felt it. Jon's eyes blaze and he low growls, almost inperceptively. The invitation is clear. No one moves for a moment. They could hear each other‘s heartbeats in the quiet room. Then suddenly Jon gets up, effortlessly picks Patrick up, and spins him around to the desk. Patrick’s eyes widen, excited at the display of strength and aggressiveness. Jon forcefully pushes Patrick’s legs apart and stands between them. He grabs his face with both hands and leans in, kissing him passionately. These men are both much more gentle with Josh, careful with his jock-swimmer’s body. Oh, Josh can take a fuck. But there’s a difference between an aggressive, passionate fuck, and what these two Alpha bulls are about to engage in. This is animalistic. This is two lions who have been circling one another, first, with an uneasy, territorial unknowing. Which morphed Into jealousy. But after everything, they’ve gone through the last two days, it’s something entirely different. The two lions respect one another, but they also have something to prove.
Both men ravage the other's face. Patrick’s thick, ginger, two day whiskers scratch against John’s course, bushy beard. Both men run fingers through the others hair, Patrick’s longer, straight, ginger Pompadour, that is now not a Pompadour at all. John loves Patrick’s thick ginger hair, he wraps his fingers around it and gently tugs to get a good grip to make out. On his end, Patrick is completely turned on by John’s Jon’s thick, curly, dark hair. Always wild, but now something else entirely. It’s similar to but so different from his husband’s.The two men are hungry to explore this new dynamic. Somuch has happened between them over the last couple days. The extent of their mutual feelings for Josh, everything out in the open. The complete understanding of both men of their deep love for Josh and how they’re both driven to protect him and to love him. It binds them together. It creates something different. There’s an opportunity here, though, although both men don’t quite realize that yet. But there’s an opportunity for a different kind of connection between the two protectors. The opportunity for one Alpha to let the other alpha relax into submission, even if just for an hour at a time. They don’t have to drive, they can sit in the passenger seat and just enjoy "the ride."
They pull apart, breathing savagely like they just ran up a two mile hill with 50 pound backpacks. They look at each other hungrily, eyes locked for the first time since Patrick put the gel pack over Jon’s bruised eye. They really look at each other. Are they gonna do this? Are they really gonna take the leap?
Patrick smiles first. A beat. Then Jon smiles back. Fuck yeah they are!
Both men aggressively fumble for the other's clothing. Growls and grunts fill the air as they try to lose the threads. Eventually, they realize they should just take off their own clothes, it’ll be quicker. Once naked, they stand looking at one another. Both men are big, beefy, hirsute, footballer types. Huge chests, impressive guns, enormous hard cocks that protrude from thick bushes. Almost like a sequoia tree sticking out from dense, overgrown brush. These men don’t trim or manscape. They’re fucking men.
Patrick reaches out to Jon’s chest first. He caresses both pectorals, first soft, then with more passion. He gently twists the nipple. Jon moans. Then again with more power. Jon grunts, his eyes darken. Patrick grips a handful of Jon’s chest hair, pulls it. Then remove his hands and gives the hard pecs a punch. Not to hurt. But also not gentle. It’s like an alpha feeling out another alpha. Toying with him, teasing him, taking his measure. How far can he push before the pounce. Then Patrick surprises Jon by reaching down and tenderly licking his tit, softly chewing on his nipple. Patrick takes his other hand to Jon's meaty muscle ass and grips it with power and authority. He knows he’s about to get fucked, but he’s no beta. He’s gonna give Jon a gift. And he expects to enjoy it just as much. Jon’s dark eyes sparkle with desire. This is something he has not experienced before. An equal. Another alpha.
Jon has had his fair share of sex over the years, especially once he left Josh and went on his own. He kept his distance, but also kept an eye on Josh from afar. Once Josh met Patrick, Jon relaxed, checked in a little less. He had done an Internet search on Patrick and saw the stability—the university, law degree, his job—a very respectable man. No legal issues. Nothing in his background to concern. So maybe Josh was safe. On his own now, Jon had plenty of sex with women, some men-many who would fetishize because of his size and occupation. Jon had needs, he was a viral man in his 20s. He would let them blow him, occasionally he would fuck them. Always safe, always wrapped. Man or woman, Josh never went bare. Something in him had to stay mobile, no ties, free to leave at any moment. Not the most introspective or well spoken guy, Jon didn’t realize he was keeping himself free to go to Josh if he ever needed him. The protector.
Jon reaches over now and grabs a fistful of Patrick’s chest hair, twisting his nipple much harder than Patrick did. Patrick’s growls, eyes ablaze with desire. Patrick leans in and tugs Jon’s curly hair with one hand while firmly grasping Jon’s neck with the other. He leans in and plant a deep wet kiss. Jon lets him take the lead here. He’ll be taking over shortly so he lets Patrick have the wheel for a moment. Patrick drives his tongue deep into Jon’s mouth. Their lips entangled, Jon lets Patrick invade him orally. Patrick pulls away, fire in his eyes. There’s no going back now. There’s only release and completion. One option on the table. They’re seeing this through.
Now Jon regains control. He lunges into Patrick, holding him in a bear hug and invading his mouth, his tongue raping the lawyer. Well, raping is not the correct term because Patrick’s not resisting in the least. This is 100% consensual. Jon grabs Patrick’s erect cock, smearing the prodigious precum on his own hand. Then he takes that precum and grabs his own erect tool, adding his own to the mixture. Then Jon reaches behind Patrick and starts massaging his ass. Not soft, but not hard. Just right. A real man’s hand on a real man’s ass. Two equals. Maximum pleasure. Slowly two fingers to invade Patrick. He holds onto Jon giving him access. They start to make out again. The lust and chemistry between these two men is off the charts. Jon grunts in Patrick’s ear, Usually, I’d go slower, we could do other stuff. Jon’s voice drops register as he growls , but I need to be inside your ass right now. Jon stops and looks at Patrick, his eyes asking. Patrick doesn’t pick up on it for a moment. Jon nods again. Should we get? Patrick then realizes what he’s asking. Oh! I was just tested… for everything. Negative. Jon nods. I was tested a couple months ago and since then I’ve only been with… He trails off at the obvious. The two men share a look, almost a smirk. This is how far past that they’ve become. No jealousy. Just a shared intimacy. Patrick smiles, I think we’re good. And i think we need this. I know I do.
That admission and being given the green light acts like gasoline on a fire for Jon, who forcefully turns Patrick around. Pat grabs the desk to steady himself, and Jon starts to rub his thick head against Patrick’s entry. He’s gushing precum like someone turned on a faucet. Patrick reaches behind himself and feels Jon‘s cock. Fuck, man, I don’t think we even need lube with all that juice. I’ll let you know if I need you to stop. Jon hungrily whispers in his ear, what makes you think I’d be able to stop. This makes Patrick shiver, giving him goosebumps. He knows what’s coming and he craves it but is also a little nervous. He hasn’t been with a guy like this since Clint, the construction worker. But this isn’t some anonymous, random construction worker, it’s his husband’s brother. And it’s crazy as it sounds, given how well he’s gotten to know Jon over the last couple days, he trusts him. Oh he talks like he could hurt him or he would just take what he wants. But that’s not the man. Deep down Patrick knows that. He’ll let Jon try without lube to see if the pre-cum is enough. Damn, Patrick thinks, this man has gotten to him.
Patrick is jarred out of his thoughts when the thick bulbous head of Jon’s erect cock pushes against his ring and finally breaks through. Not gentle, but not rough. Just strong, on a mission. Like Clint, Jon pushes through with all forward motion. But that’s where the similarities end. Jon is all about consent and checking in with Patrick. To be this kind of Alpha bull while still being a good man, not a selfish asshole who just takes what he wants? That’s not the everyday thing. Patrick feels safe with Jon. He really starts to understand how Josh feels.
Jon is all forward motion but he’s slower than Clint. Not gentle but more cautious. Where Clint seemed only focused on his own pleasure and being inside Patrick as quickly as possible, Patrick doesn’t feel like just a vessel for stimulation with Jon. He is checking in with him, clearly concerned about Patrick's enjoyment as much as his own. He’ll push in and then lean up into Patrick’s ear. Husky whisper- You good? Then a little more. Still good? You’re so fucking amazing.
Patrick reaches one of his big guns behind him to hold Jon’s head tight to his own. Jon has one of his around Patrick’s neck while the other grips Patrick’s chest tight, clawing at the prodigious ginger chest hair. The lion analogy really holds up here. Ever see two lions fuck? The clawing, the growling. He kisses Patrick’s neck, alternating between rubbing his beard on it, then licks and kisses. He gently bites, but he’s so quick as to not leave to leave any marks. The lawyer in Patrick clocks this. Passionate but respectful. Consent. Fuck, Patrick can’t even think straight.
Patrick is jarred out of his thoughts for a second time when he feels Jon bottom out. His thick, course, dark pubes mixed with Patrick’s furry, ginger ass all slick with pre-cum. Jon stops for a moment, he lets the feeling sink in for both men. Patrick is taking him completely. The bull of a man, generally a top. He has taken Jon, balls deep, bottomed out. Both men heavily breathe in unison. The anticipation of what’s to come almost too much to handle. Jon whispers in Patrick’s ears. Are you okay, Paddy? Fuck, Patrick thinks. No one called him Paddy since he was a kid. His Irish relatives. Patrick smiles. Nods his head. Yeah, he grunts. Go for it, big guy.
Given the green-light Jon, his arms still wrapped around the ginger Viking, starts to fuck slowly. In and out, withdrawing a little more each time so the thrusts gets deeper. But he’s in no rush. In and out. The two bulls cling to one another connected by their sweaty torsos and Jon’s impressive cock. Jon fucks Patrick like this for a few minutes. Slow and steady. Separately, both men think to themselves this might be the only time this happens. A one timer. Just to establish a connection between two men who went through a whole bunch of emotional shit together and love the same guy. So they both decide to enjoy it. Patrick begins to get antsy, wanting more. Needing it. He starts to push back with more force and clenches his muscle ass, one gained from lots of heavy deadlifts, burpees, and deep squats. Patrick could snap the cap off a bottle of beer with that hard ass. Jon reacts, cupping Patrick’s beefy tit with his meaty paw. Jon squeezes hard and claws again at Patrick's chest hair. He whispers in Patrick’s ear. I love your red hair. It’s so fucking sexy, Paddy.
Jon was so into playing with Patrick’s ginger hair, ittook him a moment to realize Patrick was upping the energy and pace. But now Jon locks in. He puts his hands on both of Patrick’s hips and begins to really fuck him. The piston fuck. Mechanical, efficient. Pounds the prostate relentlessly. Patrick’s getting what he wanted and oh fuck, this is a ride he won’t forget. Jon can hit the spot better than anyone. Better than that fuck Clint. Better than any guy he ever had. Patrick has been probably 70%, maybe even 80% top. With Josh it’s been 100%, which is why they opened the marriage to begin with. Patrick loves to top, but every once in a while, fuck, does this feel good! Jon senses, somehow, the distraction. Fuck that shit, he thinks.
Jon pulls out of Patrick in one swift move, startling the big guy. But Jon’s not done with him yet. He picks him up with as much force as the first time that so surprised the ginger Viking. Jon effortlessly sets him down so his legs are again on either side of him. Jon growls and licks his lips like he’s ready for a feast. Patrick is completely engulfed with this man’s energy he could do whatever he fucking wanted right now and Patrick would go along with it. Jon pushes him further up on the desk so that Jon lays over him, missionary style. He throws Patrick’s legs over his shoulders and places his meaty paws on the thick, ginger tits of a guy he’s about to ravage. Looking deeply into one other’s eyes, the big burly construction worker places the head against the Viking's muscle ass and he pushes in. Patrick is gaping so there’s no resistance but he still shudders, moaning deeply. As big as Jon is, Patrick can take it. He quickly bottoms out. The two men continue unbroken eye contact. The deep connection deepens further. Patrick has completely relinquished the control he always carries in every aspect of his life—in his career, in the court, with his husband, with his workout, with his diet. Right now, at this moment, Jon owns Patrick completely. And Patrick isn’t nervous about that fact at all. He knows he’s in good hands. Jon starts to fuck him now in earnest. It’s lustful, it’s animalistic, it’s passionate. They cling to one another. This is what Patrick’s been craving. Letting go of the wheel, letting someone else drive. And, man, this guy could drive for NASCAR he’s so fucking good.
Jon continues pumping into Patrick. He moves his hands from his hips to his beefy pecs. Jon grabs the ginger fur, tweaking the nipples repeatedly, sometimes softly sometimes with a sudden hard pull. He keeps Patrick on edge, never knowing what to expect. Patrick growls at Jon, but he’s in total heaven. After several minutes of this, Jon puts his arms over and around Patrick's upper body, clashing their chests together as he starts to piston fuck him again. Round three? This expert top continues to change it up. Positions, speed, intensity. Patrick’s eyes literally roll back in his head, which dangles off the desk like an old ragdoll. His hair flops in his eyes and falls down around him. His head moves from side to side in ecstasy. Jon loves the image of this big strong man in a state of unbridled passion. He feels fucking proud that he can give him this. Completely enraptured with the vision of that ginger Viking losing control, Jon reaches down and kisses him deeply. In and out, in and out. They break the kiss, but don’t pull apart. They stay there, mouths close together, breathing each other's air, eyes locked. Like they’re one person, sharing vital oxygen. Patrick is lifting his ass to meet Jon’s cock now. No longer just the passenger, Patrick becomes the co-driver. Jon feels the change and he smiles hungrily. Patrick is fucking him back with his hard muscle ass. They’re a perfect machine in total rhythm. Jon’s pace increases, his eyes darken. A big gob of saliva starts to drip from his mouth. Jon doesn’t even notice until Patrick reaches up and licks it off his chin. Jon sure as fuck noticed that, his eyes flash at the supernova-hot gesture. He growls and grunts, oh fuck, Paddy. Again, Patrick trembles at the nickname. Jon kisses him roughly and then rubs his beard against his neck, giving him small bites again, but never enough to leave a mark. Every reevaluation Patrick has had for Jon today is constantly reinforced with Jon's actions. Patrick thinks, what a fucking stand-up guy. What a unique man.
Finally Jon whispers in Patrick’s ear. I’m close. Where do you want it? I should pull out. Patrick answers when he takes his legs and tightly wraps around John’s ass, locked. The legs that bike, hike, and do burpees. Even Jon is not getting out of that leg lock. Patrick’s eyes darken!, don't you fucking dare pull out. Inside me. Patrick punches John’s beefy tit. You earned it, big guy. Patrick squeezes his ass again. He doesn’t even realize he hasn’t touched his own cock this entire time. It’s just been friction with Jon’s strong, hirsute body over him, and the feeling of Jon’s cock past his second ring, on his prostate. Relentless, pounding, owning. Patrick clenches and he yells out. FUUUCK!!!! Patrick spews thick ropes out all over Jon’s chest and torso. As well as his own. And the desk. And the wall. There’s cum everywhere. The release has caused Patrick to provide pressure greater than Jon has ever experienced. Ever! John has never had sex with anyone this intense before. With Josh it’s different. It’s just as good, but it’s different. With Patrick, goddamnit, it’s mind blowing. Another thing altogether. This pushes him over the edge. Jon buckles, and he seems to almost stop. Like it’s the eye of the storm. He lays on top of Patrick, bottomed out, trembling, until it happens. The beefy, manly construction worker starts to cum deep inside the ginger muscle Viking. Patrick feels the multiple ropes of cum enter him, gushing onto his prostate, flooding his guts. His eyes roll back in his head from the pleasure. In the middle of his orgasm, Jon remembers his job. And he starts to fuck in and out methodically, filling Patrick’s ass, slamming his prostate. Owning this man, if only for now.
Jon doesn’t pull out of Patrick. He just lays on top of him, not kissing now, just kind of taking in what happened. Existing. Patrick loves this. No one‘s ever stayed inside him after they’ve cum. It's like Jon is soaking in it, keeping his load deep inside Patrick’s ass, refusing to allow any to dribble out. Ownership. Pride in a job well done. Jon's head is buried in Patrick’s neck, their arms entangled around one another. Patrick’s legs are still wrapped around Jon’s torso. Holding, demanding, not releasing. Certainly not ready for this to end. Neither man has moved. Their breath returns to normal and Jon awkwardly and very, very reluctantly pulls out to lays on his back next to him. What do they say to one another now?
Breaking the silence, Jon, surprisingly being a man a few words, talks first. Don’t over think it. He wanted this. As well as I know him this will make him happy. Patrick looks at Jon for the first time since they both nutted. He smiles acknowledgment. And that’s our mutual goal, right? Make our guy happy. Take care of him. Jon smiles back. They understand one another and the momentary awkwardness fades away.
Now it’s complete and honest pillow talk. Jon asks if Josh and Patrick are gonna be okay? Patrick considers it and then quietly says yes, he believes they’ll be fine. It’s gonna be better than it was in fact. They’ve been honest with one another. Jon smiles and nods. He’s happy for them, happy for his brother. Patrick is thoughtful, still staring at Jon, who looks at the ceiling, lost in thought. Patrick says sensitively and quietly—That’s been your only goal since you both lost their parents. Taking care of Josh, making him happy, protecting him. Jon looks over at Patrick with a soft, tender gaze. His eyes are wet and this causes him embarrassment so he looks away. Patrick takes his hand and pulls Jon back to face him. Don’t hide from that. Everything you did for him. You’re remarkable. Patrick leans in and kisses him. It’s tender and sweet. Patrick wipes away a tear that’s formed in Jon’s eyes. His voice breaking, Jon mutters he wasn’t remarkable. Patrick pulls back at the clear emotion the big lug of a guy— the man a few words – is showing for the first time. Patrick gently asks what he means by that? What Jon did for Josh with everything. Jon’s head begins to tremble a little. The man is clearly trying to hold it all in. Patrick puts his hand on Jon‘s cheek. Caresses it. Hey now. Jon? Jon looks up and tears just erupt from his eyes. Patrick doesn’t know where this is coming from but he lets him cry while he holds the big guy. Now it’s his turn to provide comfort. Shhh, it’s all right. Shhhh, there now. Jon is not used to being on this side of the comforting but it’s nice. Jon continues- remarkable would’ve been seeing the signs of what that monster was doing to my brother before it got to that. Going on for months. They call it something. Patrick interjects grooming. Jon nods, yeah that’s it. Grooming. Setting them up. A 13 year-old kid that I couldn’t protect. Jon starts to cry again, and this time he lays himself into Patrick’s chest, holding the man tightly. Patrick’s eyes well up with tears as well. This is a big deal for them both. The love and protection they feel for Josh is so completely mutual. But Patrick understands for the first time that hedoesn’t carry the burden of guilt that the older brother does. He’s free of that. He just gets to love Josh and try to comfort him. He doesn’t have the baggage. All of that is crystal clear to him right now more than ever.
Patrick let’s Jon cry it out, petting his thick, dark, curly hair. Nothing sexual, just a loving, comforting gesture. When Jon is quiet, Patrick whispers he was just a kid too. He was a kid who lost his parents just like Josh did. He was a kid, just trying to figure it out. Jon bitterly counters. He was almost old enough to vote. It wasn’t the same. Josh was the kid. Patrick interrupts don’t you fucking talk about yourself like that ever again. Jon reacts, clearly taken aback by emotional reaction, that but he does listen. Jon, I know you now, man, I know who you are. You have to let go of that burden. You protected your brother time and time again and I’m so grateful for you. I wasn’t there, but you were. No hyperbole, but you quite literally saved his life. Carry THAT with you. Carry the fact that you, as a kid yourself, an orphan, you saved your brother’s fucking life. Jon is quiet, but the tears have stopped. He never had this before. He’s never been honest before and he’s never admitted his vulnerability, his guilt, everything that he felt he should’ve done. He feels a bit unburdened and lets out a big sigh into Patrick’s thick hairy chest, pulling him closer. They lay together for a moment. Jon whispers one final thought. He’s so grateful his brother has him for a husband. He feels for the first time in his life, he doesn’t need to be the sole protector. Jon looks in Patrick’s eyes. I know you love him like I do. Jon returns to Patrick’s chest and drifts off to sleep. This is intense. Patrick looks down at the man buried in his chest. He can’t believe he can sleep with the way Patrick’s heart thumps, loudly. Oh, fuck, he realizes. I’m falling in love with him. My husband’s brother.
Jon awakens, feeling very differently. Refreshed. Reinvigorated. He takes his head off Patrick’s chest and looks at him, smiling. Did he sleep? Patrick nods, yeah, you got a few minutes. That’s good, after all the crying and all the fucking. They laugh together. Jon lays back down on Patrick’s chest. Pull him a little tighter. The two men lay together silently a little longer. Neither wanting to break the spell.
Eventually, Jon is the first to get up. He showers and emerges from the bathroom, having put his old clothes back on. But his hair is still wet and he dries it with a towel. Patrick thinks, Goddamnit that man is so fucking sexy. Does he need the right haircut, the trendy clothes? Nope. He’s just so fucking handsome. So much a man. It’s effortless, this sex appeal that Jon emits from every pore of his body. And to have his integrity? His soul? Fuck…. Jon sits next to Patrick, who has gotten up and put on his boxers, but otherwise remains naked. Jon smiles, looking at the beefy, handsome man. Once again a man of few words, Jon simply taps Patrick on the shoulder. Thanks, man, you’re so fucking great. And it’s worth repeating, I’m really glad my brother has you. They gaze at each other tenderly. The energy between them has shifted, and it will never go back to where it was before. They understand one another, deep respect, raw passion, and maybe the beginnings of something… deeper. But Jon can’t deal with that right now. He considers himself an invader. A transient in their marriage. A temporary visitor.
Jon looks at Patrick. Today was amazing on every fucking level. It really was. He'll never forget it, Patrick. Jon smiles tenderly…Paddy. Patrick feels his heart jump. Jon says it’s probably about time that he gets his stuff and moves on. Let him and his brother figure their stuff out. Patrick feels a punch to his gut. And he immediately reacts, surprising even himself. No! Jon, don’t leave. Not yet. Your brother still needs you.
And, with a desperate but defiant need… "And I don’t want you to go."
Next…a slight rewind to Josh and Jon's timeline of the "visit" that changed everything
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