Can't Let You Go

***Time stamp: April***

Patrick was sat in the sun room sipping an iced tea as he thought about the last month. He was happy as he realised that things weren't quite as disastrous as Pete had predicted. Bob was keeping away the money grabbers, and cooking some really delicious food. Gerard was working hard to get the gardens looking lovely...when he wasn't being distracted by Frank, who Patrick had found out kept dragging Gerard into the greenhouse for a little "afternoon delight"...and Mikey...well Mikey was still quite clumsy, but maybe not as much as he was. Patrick had also noticed that Mikey's legs looked very nice in his little maid's uniform...but he tried to ignore that particular fact. Looking out into the garden, he saw Gerard being pulled toward the greenhouse by his persistent boyfriend. Patrick rolled his eyes, chuckling lightly...as long as the work was done, he really wasn't bothered what they got up to.

"Frankie..."

Gerard whined as the other boy pulled him by the hand.

"I got work to do...don't you?"

"Sure I do. I have to take care of my delicate flower."

Frank smirked and pressed Gerard against the glass on the far wall away from potential prying eyes. He reached down and pressed his hand against Gerard's crotch.

"Don't you want to be taken care of Gee?"

Gerard's breath hitched and his eyes rolled back slightly as his hands gripped Frank's shoulders. He shuddered, then dragged his eyes back to Frank's face.

"God yes Frankie, but I'm supposed to be..."

He shuddered again.

"Oh fuck it. Yes, p-please take care of me...sir."

Frank smirked.

"That's my good boy."

Frank sunk to his knees and pulled Gerard's pants open and got his cock out. He stroked a few times before going down on it.

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Pete was enjoying a stroll around the estate. This place was bigger than he ever thought and every time he found something new. He looked in the kitchen for Bob when he arrived, but didn't see him. That usually meant he was in the garden picking fresh veggies. Pete decided to go the long way around the green house and surprise him. As he rounded the corner of the mansion he saw the green house come into view. He was on the far side away from the entrance so he figured he wouldn't see Gerard...

"Oh..."

Well he saw him, but not in the way he was used to. Gerard was pressed against the glass front first and Frank was clearly...cause you know glass, behind him and...Pete was frozen to the spot watching the two men fuck. Gerard had his hands flat against the glass, either side of his head, and his eyes closed. He was biting on his lower lip to hold in his moans, but it was only partially working as Frank fucked into his prostate over and over. Gerard knew he wasn't going to last much longer...he was so close.

"Uh uh close S-Sir...s-so uh...so c-close."

"Can't cum till I say Gee."

Frank pressed his cock into Gerard against his prostate making the older boy moan and pant. He opened his eyes and smirked when he saw a very interesting sight. A bit away from the green house was their employer's best friend Pete jerking his cock obviously because of them, but even more fun was the fact that from the right, Bob was making his way from the gardens. He doubted he would care about seeing them, but Pete...that would be interesting. Frank decided to play it up, without telling Gerard of course cause he was certainly not an exhibitionist like Frank was. He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and placed it around Gerard's head.

"Gonna blindfold you baby then we're really gonna have some fun."

Gerard moaned wantonly, pushing back against Frank's hard thrusts.

"Oh yes Sir, please S-Sir."

Frank watched as Bob got closer to where Pete was and as he continued to tease and torment his boyfriend to new heights of ecstasy he watched the fun unfold.

Bob had his head down, checking the carrots and kale in his hands as the rounded the rose bushes and nearly bumped right into someone. He looked up.

"Oh sorry I..."

He noticed Pete's cock in his hand and looked quickly up to his face with wide eyes, seeing wide eyes staring back at him.

"I...I'm sorry. Didn't mean to...I'll leave you to...it."

Blushing furiously, he turned and hurried toward the kitchen.

"Bobby..."

Pete's voice cut like a knife through the air and stilled the younger man. It was full of lust and longing and a slight sadness. Bob turned slowly back, cheeks a bright cherry red.

"Pete?"

"Please...."

Bob swallowed heavily, eyes glancing down, then back up.

"You want me to..."

Pete let out a long moan that went straight to Bob's cock.

"Anything, please, I..."

Pete' fist was aching from his awkward movements and his cock was starting to chaff from no lubrication. He was whimpering now. Bob swallowed again, then moved closer. He nodded, then slipped hesitantly to his knees. He placed the vegetables on the ground next to him and looked up at Pete. He licked his lips then leaned in to lick the head of Pete's cock before opening his mouth wide in invitation...eyes still locked on Pete's face. Pete let go and threw his head back, moaning loud enough to scare the birds out of the trees. Bob removed Pete's hand from around his cock and sunk his mouth right down to the base, taking Pete to the back of his throat in one go, then swallowing around him. Pete's hand ran through Bob's blond locks softly as he continued to watch Frank with Gerard. Bob bobbed his head a few times, then hummed to get Pete's attention, and placed his hands behind his back...inviting the older man to fuck his mouth. Pete quickly got the message and pushed the scene from his thoughts as he canted his hips upward and made Bob's request come true.

"Fuck, yes, please!"

Bob relaxed his throat and moaned around Pete's length.

"Shit, do that again."

Bob obeyed instantly, moaning and sending heavy vibrations along Pete's shaft. He was getting painfully hard himself, but he could deal with that later.

"Fuck, I need...I need..."

Bob knew what he needed, but this wasn't about him. This was about Pete, and Bob would let Pete do whatever he wanted right now...no question. Pete was having trouble talking now. He wanted Bob, he needed him so badly, but how to say it and not look like a complete slut...he didn't know. He cracked his eyes open a bit and groaned. Frank was on his knees now, clearly eating Gerard out. He wondered how Gerard had not cracked the glass he was leaning on. Not giving a shit now, he grabbed Bob's hair and pulled him off his cock. His mouth looked worn and used.

"Fuck me please."

Bob coughed slightly, looking up with wet eyes.

"Yes Sir."

He panted after a moment, moving his hand to unzip his fly. Pete stilled...did Bob think he had to cause he worked for Patrick and Patrick was his friend? Pete started to panic. He didn't want to be that guy. He didn't want to use people. He didn't like that!

"Oh no!"

Pete pushed Bob away. He got up quickly and ran off. Confused, Bob stumbled to his feet. Had he done something wrong?

"Pete?"

He called after the older man before starting off after him. Pete was getting more nauseated by the minute. How could he do that? He fell to his knees and started to bring up his lunch. Bob rounded the corner of the big house and saw Pete on the ground. He frowned, was he so disgusting that he'd really made the man sick? Shaking the thought from his head, he walked over, dropping to a crouch next to Pete's side, a hand moving to rub the other man's back soothingly.

"Easy there, you're ok Pete...I'm sorry."

He's sorry? Why was Bob sorry? Pete was about to selfishly use him!

"No no no, I'm sorry, I had no right..."

Pete gagged more. Bob shook his head.

"You got nothing to be sorry for...I'm the one that made you sick."

Pete groaned turning his head.

"No Bob, I am the monster here. How could I even think about making you..."

Pete heaved again, but his stomach was empty. Bob snorted slightly.

"Making, what?...Pete, you didn't make me do anything. I wanted to suck you off! I wanted you to fuck my mouth!...and I want anything you want to do to me..."

He sighed, stroking Pete's sweat-damp hair from his face.

"If you didn't notice, I was pretty fucking hard there too...you know?"

"But but, you called me Sir. Why did you do that?"

Bob felt his cheeks heat up and he lowered his eyes to study his fingernails.

"Cause I get off on that..."

He said timidly, before looking up at Pete through his lashes.

"I have done ever since I fucked my Home Ec. teacher...last year of high school."

"Really? I didn't...I mean you didn't..."

Pete felt a weight off his shoulders. He thought he was truly forcing the younger man.

"I'm so happy to hear that....well not that you fucked...really a teacher? I thought about it when I was in school, but never...I could have though, my physics teacher had nice eyes and..."

Pete was babbling now. Bob laughed, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Pete.

"Your teacher...man or woman?"

"Woman. I was still catching up to liking guys back then."

Pete chuckled and then looked down at himself.

"Ugh, I'm disgusting. I wouldn't even want to fuck me now."

Bob smiled softly, reaching out to gently lift Pete's chin so their eyes met.

"I would...once you've brushed your teeth and maybe changed your shirt..."

He chuckled.

"Come on, let’s go inside and get you cleaned up. I can lend you a shirt, but it'll be pretty big on you."

Pete looked into the boy's eyes and saw sincerity and...something else.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Bob smiled and stood back up, offering Pete his hand and Pete accepted it. Bob pulled the older man up to his feet, then nodded toward the nearest doors back into the house. He kept a loose hold on Pete's hand as they started to walk.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

Bob frowned slightly, trying to think of the right way to word this.

"What were you doing out here, I mean...I know what you were doing..."

He smirked slightly.

"I'm just wondering, why there?"

"Oh...I...saw something interesting..."

"Really?...what did you see?"

Bob had a feeling that he knew already, but he wanted to hear Pete say the words.

"Um...I didn't mean...I mean I wasn't..."

Pete's face started to heat up when he remembered seeing Gerard pressed against the glass by Frank. Bob raised an eyebrow.

"What was it?"

"I was actually looking for you and...I passed the greenhouse and...I...um..."

"And?"

Pete was getting redder and his breathing was shallow thinking of Frank on his knees right before Bob...

"You saw Frankie and Gerard...didn't you."

"I..."

Pete was stammering now. He nodded his head.

"You liked what you saw...it got you hot."

"Wait...you've seen them?"

Bob chuckled.

"Yeah, they're not exactly discreet, y' know?...I mean, that greenhouse is made of glass, and those two are like a pair of fucking rabbits. I reckon everyone's seen them a few times...even Patrick..."

He laughed a bit harder.

"It's even worse than when we were all in that crappy share house, living on top of each other. Even then we didn't get to see as much of them as we do now."

"I strangely feel better about it now. I mean, I'm not much older than you guys, but I still felt like a perv, you know?"

Bob laughed, shaking his head.

"Nah...you'd have to be dead to not get hard watching those two. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Pete smiled and then it turned into a smirk.

"Wanna help me? I know that Trick has a five head shower in his personal bathroom."

Bob grinned wide.

"Well that sounds like an excellent idea."

"Glad you agree, come on then."

Pete pulled Bob into the house and up the stairs.

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"Has anyone seen Bobby?"

Mikey came downstairs in stockings and a garter wearing a black leather inlaid corset.

"He said he was going to sew my skirt after he finished in the garden, but I can't find him."

Patrick choked on his mouthful of lemonade at the sight.

"I err...no."

Ray, who was on his knees on the floor, fixing the wobbly leg on the coffee table...looked up.

"I think I saw him come back in with Pete a while back..."

Ray ignored Mikey's outfit completely...it wasn't unusual to see the younger boy in such things after all.

"Don't know where he went though."

Mikey stomped his Mary Jane heel and then skidded cause of course the floor was wet right there.

"Whoaaaa!"

"Easy there..."

Patrick said quickly, jumping up to catch the boy by the hips.

"Uh...you ok?"

"Yeah, I think I used too much wax on the floor...or nope, I didn't clean up all the water after I dropped that flower vase earlier. Good thing it didn't break huh?"

Mikey looped his arm around Patrick's neck.

"Oh err yeah...err yeah good thing..."

Patrick spluttered slightly, standing Mikey securely on his feet then stepping back, red coloring his cheeks.

"Um yeah, I gotta..."

He rubbed a hand round the back of his neck.

"Um...hey, I could sew your skirt...if you like?"

"Really? You sew?"

Mikey stood there with his knees turned in slightly and a hand on his hip.

"Yeah, I used to make all the costumes for drama club in high school...my ma taught me."

"How sweet!"

Mikey gave a smile, but then frowned.

"But we still have to find Bobby in order to get my skirt."

"Is it in his room do you think?"

"Maybe?"

Mikey tilted his head and played with his hair.

"Want to come with me and find out?"

"Yeah sure, let's go."

Mikey took Patrick's hand and led Patrick up the stairs to where the "servant" wing was.

"Oh wait...let's get your sewing kit first and then get my skirt."

"Sure, it’s in my room."

Mikey changed directions and headed towards Patrick's room. Patrick chuckled, following quickly and doing his best not to look at the boy's ass in his little black panties. It was hard to not look. Mikey opened the door to Patrick's room and marveled at it. It was much bigger than his of course and it had a veranda. He stepped out onto it and leaned on the ornate railing enjoying the sun. Patrick tried not to swallow his tongue at the sight.

"Um, I'm just gonna..."

He turned and went to his wardrobe to fetch his sewing kit. Mikey smiled and turned to come in when he heard something.

"Hey Patrick? Are you gonna take a shower?"

Patrick turned back with a confused look on his face.

"No...why?"

"Cause you're shower is running."

Patrick frowned slightly...he could hear it now.

"Huh...who's in there?"

The room was fogged up with steam and all five shower heads were going at once which Patrick never used. Mikey edged in slightly.

"I can't see a thing!"

Mikey raised his voice a bit for Patrick to hear.

Patrick shook his head.

"Neither can I."

He waved his hand around, trying to clear some of the steam out of the open bathroom door.

"Should I find a window?"

"I'll get it..."

Patrick stepped into the steam and disappeared from sight. After a few seconds, he found the window and undid the latch.

"There, got it..."

He headed back to Mikey.

"Is that better?"

"Oh...no no no, close the window, close it!"

Patrick's eyes went wide as he turned toward the voice coming from his shower.

"Pete?!...what the fuck are you doing in my...Bob?!"

He choked as the steam cleared enough to see.

"Well actually it seems Bobby is in Pete."

Mikey crossed his hands over his chest with a smirk.

"Not helping, Mikey."

Bob’s cheeks were red from embarrassment as well as the heat. Patrick stared wide eyed for a moment before looking up at the ceiling.

"Well whoever is in whoever...why is it happening in my shower?"

"Um...well I had an accident and..."

Pete watched as Patrick's eye went wide.

"No no no! Not that kind...I...can we...have a moment first?"

It was an awkward picture with Patrick lecturing Pete while Bob was balls deep in him. Patrick shook his head.

"No Pete, you're an ass and you cannot have a moment. Now explain please."

He loved seeing Pete getting all flustered.

"Uh...so I was taking a walk around the house to the garden and I went past the green house and uh..."

"They were at it again huh?"

Bob nodded silently at Mikey. Patrick chuckled, even he had caught a show or two.

"So you stopped to watch I take it?"

"Ugh, has everyone seen it but me!?"

Pete shook his head. He could feel Bob's grip on his hips loosen a bit and he was stroking him in a calming fashion. Pete took a breath and continued.

"So yeah, I caught the show, but then Bob caught me."

Patrick raised an eyebrow.

"And that lead to my shower how?"

Pete looked back at Bob for help. Bob smiled softly at him before looking at Patrick.

"You know how things go...you're not a virgin, right?"

Patrick spluttered slightly.

"No!...no of course not.. "

“Then you understand how things happen and well...Pete got sick and I suggested a shower and well...”

Bob took a breath.

"We ended up here."

Patrick looked at Pete.

"Why'd you get sick?"

"Oh...well Bob saw me and offered to...but I misunderstood him and thought that he thought that he had to cause of you and that made me sick and..."

Pete looked around for some help when he spied Mikey through the unfogged glass.

"Holy fuck!"

Mikey looked at him.

"What?"

"What are you wearing...or rather not wearing?"

Mikey looked down.

"Oh, I was looking for Bobby cause he was mending my skirt."

"It's in my room Mikey. I was gonna come find you, but I got sort of...distracted."

"Oh cool! Patrick's gonna fix it for me then, right?"

Patrick nodded.

"Uh yeah, right..."

He looked back to the naked pair in his shower, keeping his eyes raised to their faces.

"So we'll leave you two to...it. Please clean up when you've finished, ok?"

Mikey giggled and then grabbed for Patrick's hand again. He led him out of the bathroom. As Patrick was closing the door Mikey heard Pete yell.

"TRICK! YOU FORGOT TO CLOSE THE FUCKING WINDOW!"

Patrick chuckled, looking at Mikey.

"Serves him right for using my shower. Come on..."

He grabbed the sewing kit off of the dresser where he'd placed it before going into the bathroom.

"Let's go get your skirt, and you can show me what needs doing. Ok?"

"Okay Trick."

Mikey felt Patrick still. He looked at him

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah...I'd be ok with you calling me that."

"Cool, cause it fits you."

Mikey smiled and kissed Patrick's cheek and then led him out of the room, sewing kit in hand to Bob's room.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how's you?

So that happened!...thoughts?

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