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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con,
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fortysomething, Dr._Who, The_Thick_Of_It
  Relationship:
      Ronnie_Pilfrey/Original_Character(s), Clara_Oswin_Oswald/Malcolm_Tucker
  Character:
      Ronnie_Pilfrey, Malcolm_Tucker, Clara_Oswald, Mathew_Oswald_(OC_based_off
      11th_Doctor), Dave_Oswald, David_McDougan_(OC_based_on_10th_Doctor)
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      Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, secondary_established_relationship, Long-Term
      Relationship(s), Self-Esteem_Issues, Developing_Relationship, Hypomania,
      Depression, Asperger_Syndrome, Gaelic_Language, Implied/Referenced_Child
      Abuse, Implied/Referenced_Incest, Implied_Childhood_Sexual_Abuse,
      Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort
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      Published: 2015-04-02 Updated: 2015-06-05 Chapters: 7/? Words: 21598
****** For the Love of Pilfrey ******
by lanibb2013
Summary
     This story is a spin off of my Malcolm/Clara Story
     An Unlikely Love
     found here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3544415/chapters/7803095
     This is the continuation of Ronnie and Mathew's relationship. So they
     are interconnected and you may ind some parts that are very similar
     or the same because the intertwine with each other. Malcolm and Clara
     will pop up but the concentration is on Mathew/Ronnie.
     If you do not like M/M storied please feel free to skip over this
     one. It is not necessary to read either story to understand the other
     although it may help fill in gaps from each. I have included a few
     excerpts from it's sister story to help establish how they met. This
     story picks up right after chapter 29 of An Unlikely Love (See Notes)
Notes
     Gaelic
     ------
     deagh oidhche - Good Night
     Mo ionmhuin Balach - My beloved boy
     Mo A Stor - My treasure
     This story was inspired by this song:
     What's Left of Me
     -----------------
     Nick Lachey
     Watch my life,
     Pass me by,
     In the rear view mirror
     Pictures frozen in time
     Are becoming clearer
     I don't wanna waste another day
     Stuck in the shadow of my mistakes
     Yeah...
     [Chorus]
     Cause I want you,
     And I feel you,
     Crawling underneath my skin
     Like a hunger,
     Like a burning,
     To find a place I've never been
     Now I'm broken,
     And I'm faded,
     I'm half the man I thought I would be:
     But you can have what's left of me
     I've been dying inside,
     Little by little,
     No where to go,
     But going out of my mind
     In endless circles,
     Running from my self until,
     You gave me a reason for standing still
     [Chorus]
     It's falling faster,
     Barely breathing,
     Give me something,
     To believe in
     Tell me: It's not all in my head
     Take what's left
     Of this man
     Make me whole
     Once again
     [Chorus]
     I've been dying inside you see
     I'm going out of my mind
     Out of my mind
     I'm just running in circles all the time
     Will you take what's left
     Will you take what's left
     Will you take what's left of me?
     Just running in circles in my mind
     Will you take what's left
     Will you take what's left
     Will you take what's left of me?
      
     Introduction -
     Excerpt from Chapter 26 of An Unlikely Love
     Ronnie's First Impression of Mathew
     The young man standing in the doorway was probably in his 30's, a
     little shorter than him, a less lanky build than himself but thin,
     had floppy brown hair in a coif, and a full square like face that had
     bags under beautiful puppy dog brown eyes. The most interesting thing
     about him though was that he was a wearing Victorian style clothing
     complete with waist coat, pocket watch, and a bloody bowtie. He had
     to admit the purple knee length overcoat and lighter purple waistcoat
     with the brown pants, leather boots and purple polka dot bowtie
     looked good on him.
     Excerpts from Chapter 28 of An Unlikely Love
     Ronnie's Sore Spot
     His weight had been a sore spot for a while. The medications he took
     to try and control his hypomania and depression had made him gain
     weight around his middle and face. Now he has a fuller face that
     helped keep him from getting as many noticeable age lines as Malcolm
     but he also had a soft round belly that stuck out over his belt by
     about 4 inches or so. Malcolm could hide his smaller belly under
     jumpers but he couldn't because he had to wear suits all the time.
     The only real saving grace was that it might be soft but it wasn't
     saggy.
     Ronnie & Mathew at Malcolm's House
     He sat down on Mathew's bed while the younger man unpacked his
     clothes to put them in the closet. He walked downstairs to talk to
     Clara and Malcolm who was awake. Clara was sitting on the sofa facing
     the TV and Malcolm was laying facing the TV with his head on her lap.
     He sighed, "I guess I'll get going home."
     Mathew looked up and noticed Ronnie was gone. He ran downstairs
     yelling, "Ronnie?" he finally skidded to a stop by the sofa almost
     falling over the back of it into Malcolm's lap head first. He was so
     glad he hadn't missed him leaving. He said, "Sorry, Malcolm. I turned
     around and you had left. Why? Did I do or say something wrong? You
     didn't even say goodbye."
     Ronnie was surprised when Mathew ran down the stairs and almost
     flipped over the sofa calling his name. He replied, "No. Ye didn't. I
     just thought ye were busy and I should leave ta do yer thing. I
     didn't want to bother ye. I.." Whatever he was about to say died on
     his lips and Mathew gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek."
     Mathew gave Ronnie a kiss on the cheek and a hug. He said, "Thank you
     for going with me and helping me, Ronnie. Call me if you like." He
     then held up his cell phone number that he had written on a piece of
     paper. He usually wasn't this forward. He was used to being the one
     chased after but he really liked Ronnie and was hoping he didn't just
     make a complete fool out of himself. He sighed with relieve when the
     older man hesitantly took the paper from his hand. The older man
     looked shocked and didn't say no at any rate.
     Ronnie was completely shocked when Mathew gave him his phone number
     but as the shock wore of he felt himself hesitantly smile. He then
     got in his car and drove home a little more light hearted. Now if he
     could just remember how to be seductive without being creepy.
***** First Date *****
Ronnie Pilfrey debated whether he should call Mathew or not for almost a week.
He really liked him and if he took the chance and it backfired.....He didn't
even want to think about the meltdown he'd probably have if it didn't work.
Ronnie's reputation as a lecherous flirt didn't help since he spent many years
chasing Estelle Slippery and After meet Mathew he really wasn't even sure why
anymore. He acted like that but he had gone to bed with very few men or women
he had chased after. They mostly all thought he was a creep and twisted. Some
thought he was fun to flirt with or tease but not to sleep with or get into a
relationship with on any level. Looking back on who he was back then he
couldn't really blame them for looking at him that way. He hid who he really
was behind that nature like a mask. He lacked the ability to deal with reality
at times when he really wanted something. At times he honestly thought it was
real before he managed to finally get help. His biggest problem lies in the
fact that without the lack of inhibitions the Hypomania gave him he was
practically incapable of getting the bullocks' to try and date. He was honestly
terrified of rejection from someone he really wanted a relationship with and
right now Mathew Oswald was the one he wanted. Here he was 49 years old and had
never had a real meaningful relationship in his life. He didn't necessarily
need kids but he really wanted to have a significant other that loved him and
wanted to stay with him. He finally finished seeing all his patients for the
day and had sat there staring at Mathew's cell number for over an hour. Finally
he just dialed the damn number and suddenly lost his voice for a minute when
Mathew picked up. He cleared his throat and said, "Hello. It's uh Ronnie."
Mathew replied, "Oh hi, Ronnie."
Ronnie said, "Would ye maybe like ta go fer some coffee? or chips? or Coffee
and Chips?" He thought shit I'm babbling. He's going to think I'm an idiot. So
much for Charismatic. That flew right out the window with the self-esteem.
Mathew replied, "Yeah I'd like to go for coffee or something. Actually I have
been ordered to stay out of the house for a few hours. Malcolm and Clara want
some.......private time."
Ronnie laughed, "They want ta have noisy mind blowing sex then."
Mathew stammered, "Yeah. That. Ok you can pick me up here anytime if you want "
Ronnie replied, "All right. Give me about an hour and be over ta pick ye up."
Mathew chuckled, "OK. I'll see you in a an hour."
When Ronnie got there he knocked on the door and smiled when his cousin Malcolm
answered it. He had to admit for all the swearing and aggressive nature Malcolm
was a good man under that mask of disdain and disgust at the world. Malcolm had
always treated him like a little brother and best friend even if you didn't
always see it.
Malcolm wasn't that surprised to find Ronnie at the door an hour after dinner.
He let him in and said, "Mathew is in his room probably waiting for ye. Ye
should understand that he is like a son ta me and I care a lot about his well
being. He's a very sensitive and caring young man. I just want ye to understand
that if ye hurt him in ANY way I will fucking rip ye to fucking tiny pieces.
Don't make me regret giving ye that fucking push to get this far. Got it?" That
was how he told Ronnie I love you but you hurt Mathew and you will live to
regret it because I will always protect the boy.
Ronnie replied, "Yes. Malcolm. I may have my faults but I really like him. I
don't plan on hurting the boy. He's not just a fling. I want a serious
relationship with him. I give ye my word on that." A few minutes after that
Mathew came running down the stairs. The boy was dressed in a purple Victorian
coat to his knees, pants, bowtie with scrolls on it in lavender, brown leather
boots and a lavender waistcoat with a pocket watch. He did a full twirl with
his coat flaring out, obviously showing off, and then wrapped his arms were
full of the younger man who was hugging him. The style clothing the boy wore
really was sexy and flattering on him. He had to admit some of the thing Mathew
did were rather endearing. The younger man acted more like a boy than an adult
a lot of the time. He could understand why Malcolm had the protective streak he
had for Mathew. He smiled at Mathew's happy mood and they took his convertible
this time. He drove them to a nice little coffee shop near the art district. He
thought his companion might like to walk around looking at the little shops. He
lit a cigarette as he walked an took a drag on it before he felt Mathew take
his arm and lean into him. He didn't smoke nearly as much as his cousin. He was
mostly a nervous smoker. He didn't usually feel the need to smoke unless he was
nervous like he was now.
Mathew took a good look at Ronnie after the hug. The older man was dressed in a
black suit, dress shoes, light blue dress shirt, and a bright blue tie with
light blue polka dots. He was guessing that Ronnie came right from the clinic.
He was excited that Ronnie took him to the art district. He followed the older
man around looking at the shops. He was surprised to find the older man smoked
but didn't mind. He lived with Malcolm after all who lately had been smoking
quite a lot. He was sure who was more nervous out of the two of them. He took a
chance and leaned against Ronnie while he slipped his arm through the older
man's as they walked along. He drug Ronnie into an antique shop where he found
a beautiful gold pocket watch with an engraving of a teddy bear that reminded
him of the lovely man he was with right now. Ronnie is soft in the middle, cute
and cuddly like a teddy bear and the complete opposite of his cousin. He really
would liked to get the watch but didn't have the money too.
Ronnie dropped his cigarette and ground it out with his shoe right before he
was drug into an antique store. He noticed Mathew had a fixation on a pocket
watch with a teddy bear engraved on it. He could tell the boy really wanted it.
He finally stammered, "Ye like that watch? I'll buy it fer ye if ye really want
it. I just have one question. Why that one out of all the choices?"
Mathew blushed and replied, "It reminds me of you. You're cute, soft in the
middle and cuddly like a teddy bear." He watched As Ronnie blushed when his
date realized what he was saying. He took the pocket watch and put it safely in
his other waistcoat pocket and gave Ronnie a hug and kissed his cheek. He said,
"You didn't have to buy it for me but thank you. When I get some money I'll get
you something."
Ronnie replied, "Yer welcome. I'm glad ye are happy. That's payment enough,
Mathew." He smiled a genuine smile and had his arms loosely wrapped around
Mathew's waist.
Mathew said, "You are quite beautiful when you smile, Ronnie. I could get used
to that smile." He returned the smile before they continued walking arm in arm.
Ronnie replied, "I've been called a lot of things but never beautiful. I'm well
aware I'm not that attractive anymore. I used ta be a lot thinner a few years
ago. I....have a mental disorder called Hypomania. It causes me ta be overly
energetic, euphoric, overflowing with new ideas, and sometimes overconfident
and very charismatic, immune to fear and doubt and have negligible social and
sexual inhibition. It's also caused me ta have a very hyperactive sex drive.
It's helped with giving me creativity but it caused me to be a very lecherous
and twisted individual. I'm on medication for it so I'm not as bad as I was 2
years ago but unfortunately it has left a lasting impression on anyone that has
spent any time with me. The medication for it and the depression I have is what
caused me ta gain a lot of weight. I also....lost confidence in myself now that
I'm on medication. My true nature is one of insecurity and low self esteem. I
still have a tendency to have emotional breakdowns. I'm also very needy,
possessive, and demanding. I'm not very much like Malcolm. He's able to stand
up for anyone without flinching. I.....am not. I will always stand beside ye
and defend ye as long as we are together no matter what happens but I'm not
aggressive by nature. I'm telling ye this because I don't want ye ta find out
from someone else. The only friend I have is Malcolm. His sister never was very
fond of me because I hit on everyone that wasn't related ta me before someone
figured out what was wrong with me. I'm just trying ta warn ye that ye may not
always like the real me." He lit another cigarette and puffed on it while they
walked. He was at least honest about his mental problems.
Mathew stopped them and placed his hands over the lapels of Ronnie's wool coat.
He said, "I still think you are beautiful and kind. I don't need you to be like
Malcolm. I want you to be who you are in here and not try to be someone else. I
want to fall in love with who you are and not who you think you need to pretend
to be. Everything else we can deal with as it comes. If I need to have someone
castrated I'll just ask Malcolm. He'd probably do it for me. I have my own
problems as well. I have Asperger syndrome and I am talented in painting and
drawing but cannot grasp other things very well nor do I really wish too. I
have significant difficulties with social interaction and nonverbal
communication, as well as having restricted and repetitive patterns of behavior
and interests. I am prone to being very clumsy. I constantly trip and fall. I
also drop things a lot. I am very affectionate and have also needed constant
touch to feel loved. I've been told that I act like a teenager that never grew
up. The only people I don't have a problem interacting with are those I
consider family. That includes you and Malcolm now. I hope this isn't scaring
you a way but I felt I should be honest with you as well. I really like you,
Ronnie. I'd like to see where this leads us if you still do."
Ronnie replied, "Aye. If ye can put up with my mental problems I can put up
with yers as well. Besides I think I rather like yer childishness. It makes me
feel like I'm young again. I also am rather fond of the affection ye give me.
It makes me feel liked. Ye are just plain cute....Now..Why don't we go get that
coffee?" He led them back to the coffee shop and they sit a table near the back
with their coffee and a Danish. He wasn't as nervous anymore with Mathew. This
young man was a treasure to be cherished. He said, "Mo A Stor."
Mathew asked, "What does that mean?"
Ronnie replied, "mo A Stor. It um means...My treasure. Sorry. I was just
thinking ye are a treasure and I didn't realize I said it out loud. "
Mathew asked, "You can call me that if you want to someday. I like it. I'm not
to fond of Mathew and hate Mat and Matty."
Ronnie Chuckled, "Maybe I will. Do ye have a nickname ye like to be called?"
Mathew chuckled, "It's funny people make fun of Clara by calling her Ozzie but
I was the one that liked it as a nickname. Even now Malcolm's told me that he
has to clean windows at the school because the kids write on them that Ozzie
loves the Scottie. He feels bad for her because there is only on Scottie in all
of Coal Hill. I used to use it when I was a boy. I haven't used it in years
because Clara hates it. She calls me Matty and I hate that name."
Ronnie hopefully asked, "Do ye want me ta call ye Ozzie?" He had a possessive
streak and being the only one to call Mathew something made him feel special.
Mathew smiled and replied, "Yeah. I think I like the sound of you calling me
Ozzie. Only you though."
Ronnie replied, "All right. Ye can be my Ozzie then. Okay?"He put all of his
brogue into the last word making it to sound like hoookay. His heart skipped a
beats when Mathew placed a hand over his sitting on the table. He turned his
hand palm up and smiled when their fingers cupped the others and they held
hands. Eventually someone came over and told them they were closing and had to
leave. Ronnie sighed, "Guess it's time ta go, Ozzie." They left the coffee shop
and he lit another cigarette and puffed on it while they walked the two blocks
where he had parked the car. He felt Mathew take hold of his hand and laced
their fingers together as they continued to walk. When they finally reached the
car he drove Mathew home.
Mathew took hold of Ronnie's hand again once they were in his car. When they
got back to Malcolm's house Ronnie followed him to the door. He really didn't
want to let go of Ronnie's hand but he had to eventually. He place his free
hand on the other man's shoulder and said, "Thank you for a wonderful night,
Ronnie. I enjoyed your company."
Ronnie replied, "I enjoy yer company too, Ozzie. Thank ye for making an old
man's day."
Mathew replied, "You're not that old, Ronnie. Malcolm's only 56 and you are
younger than him. What are you? 40? 42?"
Ronnie laughed, "No, Ozzie. I'm 49. I am only 7 years younger than Malcolm.
When he turns 57 I will be 50. We both have the same birthday. April 14."
Mathew replied, "Well you look a lot younger than Malcolm."
Ronnie replied, "I have been lucky enough to have a less stressful life than he
did. All the stress he had to deal with in Downing Street aged him before his
time. I'm glad he's found some peace now with Clara. She's good for him. I can
tell the both of ye take very good care of him and love him very much. Until he
got sick he was looking the healthiest and happiest I have seen him in over 20
years. He needs ye both because he never could properly take care of himself.
He has not done that since we were lads in Glasgow. For over 30 years I was the
only one he trusted enough to see him at his worst. Oh for about the last 5
years at Downing Street he was so bad at it that I had to move in to make sure
he ate and took his pills on time. Believe me it was hard being a doctor and
taking care of a man who wanted to rip ye to pieces half of the time. It did
help to have another person there for both of use though because we were both
lonely. I only just moved back out when he started working at Coal Hill. I give
ye my word I will not keep ye from him. Ye know why? He loves both of ye and
trusts ye enough to allow ye to see the real him. That makes ye special ta him.
I will not destroy that even though I will admit to being jealous of him when
it comes ta ye. I can see how ye look at him and how much in love with him ye
are. If ye can even love me half as much as ye love him....I can handle ye
share yer heart with him but I will not be able to handle ye sharing yer body
with him as well. If ye are to be with me...Yer body has ta belong ta me and me
alone. I'm a very possessive man. Can ye deal with that?"
Mathew looked Ronnie in the eyes and replied, "Yes. I may be affectionate with
him and bath him when he's ill but there is no sexual aspect to our
relationship. There won't ever will be either. He thinks of me as a son and is
madly in love with my sister. He does joke about us sharing him but I know he's
not serious because that would just be way to weird for everyone involved.
Besides I'm happy when I'm with you. I may be a complete and constant flirt but
I am devoted to the man I am with until they end the relationship. I don't
cheat on them. Can you live with a man who flirts with just about everyone?
Without becoming an awful control freak?"
Ronnie laughed, "As long as ye don't do more than flirting yeah. I may be a bit
jealous and screw ye senseless to remind ye who ye belong to that night but I
can learn to live with the flirting as long as I get flirted with too. "
Mathew teased, "Oh You never know I might enjoy that."
Ronnie licked his lips and grinned. He seductively replied, "That's the whole
point. For ye to enjoy it so much ye never want ta leave me."
Mathew smiled and teased, "You may have to make sure I am thoroughly reminded
quite often. I flirt a lot after all."
Ronnie seductively replied, "Oh? Don't ye worry yer pretty head about that. I
have a hyperactive sex drive remember? I'm horny ALL the time. Ye will probably
be too tired ta flirt after I get done with ye." He winked at Mathew and
grinned a feral grin.
Mathew teased, "Really? Are you horny right now?"
Ronnie moved as close as humanly possible to Mathew before he huskily replied,
"Oh aye. Very much so. Ye are very desirable, Ozzie. Only thing stopping me is
my manners and desire to make our first time together special. That's if ye
even want me."
Mathew clasped his hand behind Ronnie's neck and pulled him gently until their
lips met. When he felt Ronnie's lips part in shock he took a chance and
deepened the kiss while rubbing his fingers through the older man's curly hair.
He slipped his other hand between them to rest on the curve of the older man's
round belly. He was worried he had done the wrong thing until he felt Ronnie's
one hand in his own hair and the other one against his back trying pull them
even closer. By time they came up for air he was up against the brick of
Malcolm's house with Ronnie's hands resting on his hips. He gasped, "Did that
convince you that I want you?"
Ronnie had been shocked when Mathew had deepened the kiss until they were both
apparently about to do it against the wall. He could feel the boy's arousal
against his leg that he had wedged between Mathew's legs to push him firmly
against the wall with in his desire to be closer. He was suddenly glad for the
first time he had his pot belly because without it Mathew would feel how hard
he was at the moment. His belly kept them just far apart enough to keep the boy
from feeling his erection. Ronnie growled, "Aye. It did, laddie. Ye are also a
very good kisser. Ye have no idea how much hornier ye've just made me. Ye are
going ta drive me mad with desire, Ozzie. Ye should probably go inside before I
change my mind and take ye home with me." He forced himself to let the boy go
and put some distance between them while he tried to calm his raging libido.
Well the medication didn't affect that which will be good but right now is a
ruddy problem.
Mathew straightened his clothes out and teased, "I could go with you if you
really want me too. I just need to get a change of clothes and leave Malcolm a
note so he doesn't worry."
Ronnie said, "No. It's not right. Ye deserved better than that. This means more
ta me than that. I want ta court ye the proper way no matter what my libido
says. Ye deserve ta be wooed and I want ta make ye feel special. Can ye
understand that?"
Mathew smiled and moved in to kiss Ronnie's cheek. He replied, "I've never been
courted before. David and I just kind of wound up together. Never really dated
and just wound up in bed. I'm flattered you think I'm worth the time and effort
rather than just....taking me to bed. Thank you for that respect, Ronnie. You
are very sweet. Good night and thank you again for a wonderful time."
Ronnie stammered, "Um have ye got any plans for this weekend?"
Mathew replied, "Not that I know of. Why?"
Ronnie hesitantly replied, "Would....ye maybe like ta....take a ....trip...with
me? Ye don't have ta if ye don't want too. I just have a conference I need ta
attend and would like some company. I'd need ta pick ye up Friday night and it
lasts until Sunday afternoon. I promise no hanky panky even if I have ta get 2
hotel rooms."
Mathew replied, " I'll go. You don't have to get us separate rooms. I'd
actually like to sleep next to you. Maybe we can cuddle a little? I like being
held while I sleep. That's what I miss the most about David."
Ronnie chuckled, "Aye. If ya want to cuddle I'm guess I'd be willing ta do
that. I don't mind even if ye are an octopus in yer sleep. I live with it once
I get used to having someone next ta me in bed. You'll have ta forgive me if I
panic for while when I first wake up. I've slept alone all of my life. Nobody
wanted to sleep with me. Oh once in a while someone would have sex with me but
they never stayed."
Mathew gasped, "You never had someone who loved you? I never realized."
Ronnie sighed, "Not many people care to deal with someone like me. My
Hypomania......is not conducive to long term relationships. I look back at who
I was before I was diagnosed and......hate who I was then. I can't blame people
for not wanting anything to do with me."
Mathew placed his palm against Ronnie's cheek and whispered, "I'm sorry you've
never felt love." He was determined to make sure Ronnie knew what love was and
felt like. He lightly pressed his lips against the older man's before backing
away. He smiled and said, "I'll see you Friday night."
Ronnie touched his fingers to his lips and smiled. He replied, "All right. I'll
pick ye up around 5pm. We can get dinner on the way if ye want. Night, Ozzie."
After Mathew was safely in the house he got in his car and drove home. He was
still smiling as he fell asleep.
Mathew came home rather late but he knew Malcolm would want to know he was
home. He gently tapped on Malcolm's door and quietly said, "All right. I'm
going to go to bed. Good night, Malcolm."
He sleepily replied, "Deagh oidhche, Mo ionmhuin Balach." He had a tendency to
sometimes slip into Gaelic when he was half asleep but he figured Mathew would
figure out he was telling him good night. He also slipped into it when saying
something that he was incapable of saying in English like I love you.
Mathew didn't understand the first 2 words but he knew the last were Malcolm's
pet name for him so gathered the older man might be telling him good night in
Gaelic. He went to his room and changed into his pajamas and went to bed
feeling pretty happy. He had a wonderful night with Ronnie. Things were getting
back to normal with Malcolm and Clara. He would tell Malcolm and Clara in the
morning he was going on a trip with Ronnie this weekend.
***** Ronnie's Late *****
Chapter Summary
     Ronnie and Mathew go out of town together
When Friday came Mathew was excite but nervous at the same time. In fact he was
now worried about Ronnie not wanting to take him because he has a very
noticeable black eye. He accidently fell over a foot stool and hit his head
into the dresser when he wasn't paying attention. Now his whole right eye has a
giant black, blue, purple, and yellow ring around it. He had decided to just
wear the same black jacket that he was currently wearing. He just packed 2
pairs of pants, one black and one grey. He then packed a grey and black
waistcoat as well as two white dress shirts one with gray stripes and the other
plain. He then picked a black bowtie with grey polka dots and another black on
that had scrollwork on it. He decided to wear the teddy bear pocket watch that
Ronnie had bought him instead of the old one he usually wore. He hoped it was
alright to wear what he always wore. He suddenly realized he never asked and
now there wasn't time to worry about it. He packed his toiletries, a pair of
purple pajamas, his sketch pad, pencils, meds, jelly babies, jammy dodgers, a
couple of books, and wore the gift for Ronnie that Malcolm helped him pick out.
He was surprised to find out Ronnie had the same ring size as he did so he
looked through his rings and found a gold ring with an oval sun fire quartz in
the center and two smaller oval topaz on each side. Clara had bought it for him
many years ago and he asked her if she minded him giving it to Ronnie. She had
smiled and told him it was fine. It was one of his favorite rings but it
reminded him of Ronnie. A ray of beautiful sunshine on his lonely boring life.
He was sitting in the living room after he had packed waiting for Ronnie to get
there. When he saw it was almost 6pm he was worried the older man was coming.
At exactly 6pm there was a knock at the door and he got up and ran to the
skidded into the door with a thump before he opened it.
Ronnie was getting ready to leave when he had to see 3 of the other doctor's
patients due to the doctor leaving for a family emergency. He didn't even have
time to call Mathew to tell him he was going to be late. He was finally able to
get out at 5:45pm and managed to make it to Malcolm's by 6pm. He knocked on the
door and a minute later heard a loud thump on the other side before Mathew
opened the door holding his nose. He followed the younger man into the living
room and smiled at the brown pants and waistcoat with a tan dress shirt, brown
bowtie with a leaf pattern on it. He gasped when he saw the terrible right
black eye. He hesitantly reached out and gently touched it before asking,
"Where'd ye get that black eye, Ozzie?"
Mathew flopped on the sofa and stammered, "I....uh fell into the dresser
yesterday. I tripped over a stool I didn't see. If it's....um a problem...I'll
stay home." He thought Ronnie looked really good in his black suit, pink
checkered dress shirt and red checkered tie.
Ronnie replied, "God no. I was just worried someone hurt ye. That's all. Ye are
telling me the truth aren't ye?" He sat down on the sofa next to Mathew and
tried to get the younger man's hair to stay out of his bruised eye.
Mathew sighed in relief and replied, "Yeah. I ah....told you I was accident
prone. I have a matching black and blue on my elbow as well because after I hit
the dresser I hit the floor on my elbow."
Ronnie shook his head and smiled. He said, "That's all right. At least I'm a
doctor. Speaking of which...I'm sorry I'm late. One of my associates had a
family emergency and I had to see 3 of her patients before I could leave. I
wanted to call ye but didn't have the time. I'm sorry." He was suddenly aware
of another presence and turned to see Malcolm standing behind them with a glass
of scotch.
Malcolm said, "It's about time ye fucking showed up, ye cunt. Bowtie boy here
was afraid he scared ye away the other night. I tried to tell him ye always
kept yer word ever if ye were fucking late. He was also worried ye not want to
take his fucking arse with ye because of the fucking huge shiner he's got. Also
told him not ta worry about that. Fucking worries about every fucking little
thing that one. When ye come back Sunday I need ye to fucking fill my fucking
pill boxes, ya twat. Which reminds me...ye got yer meds with ye, Mathew?"
Mathew groaned, "Yes, Malcolm. I wasn't really ready to tell Ronnie yet."
Ronnie took Mathew's hand and replied, "It's all right. Ye don't have to tell
me right now."
Mathew sighed, "I have to take OCD and anti-anxiety meds because I um....."
Malcolm said, "Because he fucking goes fucking bananas. He can't handle stress
worth a fucking shit. He was fucking late taking them one day because he hadn't
been able to fucking pick them up and it was like a fucking paranoid hurricane
of a rabid rabbit was running through my house fixing shit that didn't fucking
need ta be fixed. Then he was trying ta fucking fix shite that he broke trying
to fix it. He was also bouncing around like a fucking kangaroo because he
couldn't sit fucking still. He had few fucking black and blues that fucking day
too. He was like a fucking psycho....actually a lot like ye were before ye were
fixed, ye bastard. Fucking fuck me. He's a fucking barrel o fucking fun that
one is when he misses his meds. He's really fucking lucky I'm so fucking fond
of him."
Clara had come into the room with a picnic basket on her arm and slapped
Malcolm on the ass. She said, "Oi, Stop being an asshole. I packed you boys
some sandwiches, crisps, cookies, cakes, and thermos of tea and coffee. Don't
look so surprised, Ronnie. I take care of all my boys even you. I bet you
didn't have dinner, did you?"
Ronnie sighed, "No. I didn't get lunch either but it's not like I couldn't get
away with skipping a few meals, Clara." He was surprised when the tiny woman
whacked him on the back of his head.
Clara scolded, "Shut up. Don't make me send Matty to where you work with food
to make sure you eat every day."
Malcolm laughed, "She will too. She drags me ta lunch and dinner every fucking
day. She apparently wants me ta turn in ta a fucking butterball turkey. I gave
her my word I'd stop protesting but I thought it would be all right ta warn
ye."
Ronnie sighed, "In case ye hadn't noticed, Clara. I'm fat and round."
Clara scolded, "Oh stop that. We Oswald's like our men fat and round. Trying to
fatten Malcolm up is like trying to pull teeth from someone with full dentures.
He promised me to gain weight and he bloody well better start cooperating with
me. As For you...You are fine and you bloody well better eat when you are
supposed. Now you two better get going." She watched Ronnie get up and take
Mathew's suitcase and the basket from her. She smiled and said, "At least both
of you are gentlemen even if you are stubborn as a mule."
Malcolm laughed, "Aye, Mo ionmhuin. We are fucking Scottish. We pretty much
complain about everything too."
Clara just replied, "Really? I hadn't noticed." She smirked at him and was
being sarcastic. Malcolm used to practically complained about everything. When
they reached the door she pulled them both down and gave them a kiss on the
cheek and a hug before they left. She said, "Matty, have a good time. You take
good care of my brother, Ronnie."
Ronnie replied, "I will, Clara. I'd be an old fool not to after all. Thank ye
for the basket. Come along, Ozzie." He chuckled as Mathew skipped to the car in
front of him. He had to admit the view was a nice one. He put the suitcase and
basket in the back seat with his duffle bag and suit bag. He got in and started
the car before taking off down the road. As he pulled on the interstate he felt
a warm hand settle on his thigh just above his knee. He smiled and said, "How
was yer week, laddie?"
Mathew laughed, "Aside from going nuts on Malcolm, getting a black eye and
black and blue elbow? Lonely without you. I missed you, Ronnie."
Ronnie replied, "I missed ye too, Ozzie." He settled his left hand on top of
the hand resting on his thigh and smiled when Mathew turned it over and
entwined their fingers together. After about 15 or 20 minutes he felt the
fingers grasping his loosen and looked over to find the younger man had nodded
off. He still had a hard time grasping that someone as young as Mathew wanted
him. A fat lonely middle aged man who drives everyone away. After about 3 hours
of driving he finally arrived at the hotel that they were staying at until
Sunday. He hated to bother the boy but he didn't have a choice. He pulled up to
the front and got their luggage out and handed it over to the bellboy. Then he
opened the passenger side door and squatted down next to it. He ran his
knuckles gently across Mathew's cheek and said, "Ozzie? Time to wake up, sleepy
head. Ah there's those beautiful brown eyes. We're here and ye need ta wake up
so we can go in, okay?"
Mathew blinked the sleep out of his eyes and unbuckled the seat belt. He
yawned, "I'm sorry, Ronnie. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you. I'm not very
good company am I?" He watched Ronnie stand back up and wince as he straighten.
Ronnie stood back up and winced as he felt a sharp pain in his back in protest
to the potion he had been in. He replied, "Don't worry about it. Ye being with
me is company. Ye don't have to be a chatterbox. Come on. I need ta check us
in." He waited for Mathew to get out of before handing the key and a tip to the
valet. He went directly to check in and said, "Dr. Ronald Pilfrey. I requested
a queen size bed and two keys."
The attendant replied, "Of course. Dr. Pilfrey. Room 457. Elevators are to the
left and down the hall. Here you go and enjoy your stay."
Ronnie charmingly replied, "Thank ye. I'm sure we will."He looked over to see
Mathew surrounded by a bunch of pretty women. He could tell they were hitting
on the younger man. It was all he could do to not rip him away from them.
Mathew had be accosted by a bunch of beautiful women. He was in no way
interested in them but he still chatted with them anyway.
Woman 1 said, "You are a cute one."
Mathew replied, "Yes I know. You're not too bad yourself."
Woman 2 asked, "How did a handsome young man like you wind up with a black
eye?"
Mathew replied, "Oh I have a tendency to run into things. I'm rather clumsy."
Woman 3 asked, "Why do you wear those kind of clothes? You would look much
better in normal clothes."
Mathew replied, "I happen to like this style of clothing. It's what I am
comfortable in. Besides..."
Ronnie said, "I think he's very sexy in them. I wouldn't want him ta wear
anything else unless he wants ta."
Woman 4 asked, "Who the hell are you? His father?"
Mathew say the wince when the remark hit a nerve and he firmly answered, "No.
He's not my father. He's my boyfriend. Now if you'll excuse us." He reach out
and took Ronnie hand and gently tugged him out of his stupor.
Woman 5 scoffed, "That old man's probably the one who gave him that black eye.
Probably beats him to make him too afraid to leave his old fat ass. I hear
Scots have awful tempers."
Ronnie forced himself to ignore them as he was drug away by Mathew. If he had
been Malcolm they would have been in pieces on the floor. When they got in the
elevator he pushed the button for the 4th floor without saying a word and led
Mathew to their room. That bitch had hit a nerve and now he just wanted to
sulk. He sat on the end of the bed with his head in his hands. After a few
minutes he felt the bed dip beside him and Mathew's one arm went around his
back holding him in a hug and the boy's other hand was carding through his
curls. He eventually gave in and leaned back into the your man's comforting
arms with his head against Mathew's chest. He unconsciously was rubbing his
head against Mathew's shoulder like a cat. That was one of his odd unconscious
behaviors most people were put off by all the time. He expected Mathew to back
away but he felt the arm around him tighten and pull him closer. Then he
suddenly went from anger to sobbing. When he stopped shaking clutching the
younger man's waistcoat like a life line he sniffled, "Sorry, Ozzie. I can be
overly sensitive at times."
Mathew replied, "It's all right, Ronnie. I'm the same way. Only I react to
thing's like being picked on because of my OCD and need for repetitiveness and
constants in my life. What was it that bothered you? Me talking to them? No?
That they thought you were my father? ok yes and no. Wait it was that they
accused you of being old, fat and hitting me isn't it? Ah bingo. Oh, Ronnie.
Just try to ignore people like that. They think they are better than everyone
else. People who judge others like that aren't worth the time. They were just
looking for a way to hurt you because I belong to you and I am happy with you.
I'm not going to leave you just because a bunch of women or man think I'm hot
enough to flirt with. Ok?" He got a nod against his shoulder and another round
of cat like rubbing before Ronnie pulled back and slightly away from him.
Ronnie wiped his eyes and sighed, "I have some work ta do that I never got ta
finish. Do ye mind if I do it now?"
Mathew kissed Ronnie's temple and replied, "No. I can read or draw while you do
that." He went into his bag and got his sketch pad and pencils while Ronnie set
up his laptop, took off the suit jacket and tie before sitting down to do his
work. He smiled when Ronnie put on a pair of glasses identical to Malcolm's
tortoise shell glasses and after a while he watched the older man roll up his
sleeves and unbutton the top 3 buttons on his shirt. He drew Ronnie just like
that because he thought it was adorable. When he saw the older man drop his
glasses on the table next to the laptop and pinch the bridge of his nose it had
been 2 hours. He set his sketchpad down on the bed beside him and asked, "Are
you all right, Ronnie? You look a little pale. Can I get you something?"
Ronnie finally finished the work he had to do after 2 hours and had a headache.
One of the side effects of his meds was migraine headaches. He had watched
Mathew out of the corner of his eye sitting on the bed still in all his clothes
except for the coat and boots intent on drawing something. When he leaned back
in his chair he heard Mathew asking if he needed anything. He sighed, "Ye can
get me the little black bag and a drink if ye want."
Mathew got the items the older man asked for and stammered, "What's wrong?
Please, Ronnie..."He knelt beside the older man on the floor and put his head
on Ronnie's leg.
Ronnie ran his hand over Mathew's head and sighed, "It's just a headache,
Ozzie. I need to take something to try and get rid of it."
Mathew looked up at him and replied, "Maybe you should try and eat something?
We still have the stuff Clara sent us with." He watched the older man nod and
looked through the basket. He was glad Clara put the freezies in the basket to
keep the sandwiches cool. He picked a couple for both himself and Ronnie.
Turkey and cheese for Ronnie and ham and cheese for himself. He also grabbed a
bag of crisps for them both. He soon found out that Ronnie like Malcolm didn't
tend to eat much. He shared his bag of crisped with Ronnie and Ronnie only ate
one of the sandwiches. He was glad when he found they had a small fridge in
room and put everything that had to be refrigerated in it. After he got
everything taken care of he gently prodded and pulled Ronnie until the older
man got to his feet. He said, "You should get changed and lie down, Ronnie."
Ronnie sighed, "Aye. I guess ye are right. Can ye hand me my Pajamas?" When
Mathew gave them to him he tired trudged into the bathroom and through sheer
force of will managed to change. Most of the time when he got like this he just
slept in his chair not bothering to change because he lacked the energy to
bother. He got very tired and weak when he got these headaches. Mathew would
find that out eventually but not tonight. He stumbled out of the bathroom and
Mathew just caught him before he hit the floor. The younger man guided him to
the bed and had him lie down before covering him up. He instinctively grabbed
Mathew's hand and asked, "Stay?"
Mathew carded his fingers through Ronnie's curls and replied, "I'll be right
back. I just need to change all right?" He got a mumbled ok before he went and
changed into his own pajamas. He slid in the bed behind the older man and
wrapped an arm gently around his soft round middle. He felt Ronnie move closer
before settling down. He kissed the back of the older man's head and said,
"Good night, Ronnie."
Ronnie finally feeling safe and loved mumbled, "Night, Ozzie." The pounding in
his head finally subsiding enough for him to drift off to sleep.
***** First Day Away *****
Chapter Summary
     Ronnie and Mathew spend their first day away
The next morning Ronnie woke with a start in a sudden panic. He started to calm
down as he realized where he was at. The event's of the night before slowly
started coming back to him and he realized why there was a warm male body
curled up on his shoulder. He smiled as he realized the boy was an octopus
after all seeing he had a leg wedged between his own and somehow during the
night Mathew's hand had snuck up his night shirt to rest on his round soft
belly. He saw Mathew's pocket watch resting on the night stand next to him and
managed to grab it. He smiled as he realized it was the one he had bought the
boy earlier in the week. He cursed under his breath when he realized he was
going to be late for his bloody seminar. He gently shook Mathew and asked, "Can
ye move off of me, Ozzie? I'm running late and have to get moving." He heard a
groan but the boy moved over. He ran around throwing his clothes on and writing
a note before he ran out the door. He hated these things but they were useful
to go to seeing everything is changing to the digital world now.
Mathew woke up alone when he realized the spot that Ronnie had been sleeping
was cold. He laughed when he saw the room because it looked like a hurricane
flew through it. Ronnie's clothes from yesterday were hanging on the chairs and
the older man's pajamas were on the floor in the bathroom while the sinks was
full of Ronnie's toiletries. The older man's pill bottles were sitting on the
table in disarray by the laptop. The funnies thing was the lamp had turned into
a tie rack with about 3 ties thrown on it including the one Ronnie had worn the
night before. He wondered if Ronnie's bedroom at his house looked like this in
the morning. He looked over to night stand where he had placed his pocket watch
and panicked. It wasn't there and he started looking for it and found it next
to Ronnie's laptop and pills with a note under it.
The Note said:
"Ozzie,
I'm sorry I had to leave in such a hurry. I'm also sorry about the mess. I woke
up late and was having a hard time deciding what to wear as I always do. I
won't be back until around 4pm. Yes I took something to eat with me for lunch.
We can go out to dinner after I get back. I hope you have a good day. I miss
you all ready.
Ronnie"
Mathew smiled and now knew that Ronnie's bedroom definitely looks like this
every morning. He chuckled at the absurdity of it. For an obsessively organized
and immaculate man he was a slob when it came to getting ready in the morning.
Well he was perfectly able to be Ronnie's "housewife" seeing that he kept
Malcolm's house clean. He picked everything up and hung up all of Ronnie's
clothes again as well as folding both their pajamas and setting them on the
stool by the bed. He made a few more drawing of Ronnie, Clara and Malcolm. He
let the cleaning lady change out the towels and make the bed. The woman's name
was Valerie and she was a nice lady.
Valerie asked, "This is Dr. Pilfrey's room, right?"
Mathew replied, "Yeah, it is. Why?"
Valerie shrugged and replied, "Just not used to seeing g him bring anyone with
him is all. He's usually alone when he comes here. It's good to see he has a
friend to keep him company this time."
Mathew replied, "I plan to keep him company for a long time, Valerie."
Valerie smiled and replied, "That's good but he really needs a lady friend.
He's such a nice man it's a shame he doesn't have anyone to love him."
Mathew bristled and replied, "He's has someone. I love him." He realized he
really did love Ronnie.
Valerie replied, "I'm never said you didn't, sir, but it is quite different to
love a friend and for him to have someone special in his life like a
girlfriend."
Mathew sighed, "Maybe he doesn't want a girlfriend."
Valerie looked up at that and asked, "Why wouldn't he want one?"
Mathew replied, "Because he has me."
Valerie replied, "I'm sorry. I'm not following, sir."
Ronnie had entered the room during the last bit and sighed, "What Ozzie is
trying ta politely tell ye is I'm already taken by him. That we are a couple."
Valerie started to finally put two and two together. She gasped, "You mean
you're..."
Mathew said, "Gay and I'm his boyfriend? Yes that would be correct."
Valerie stammered, "Oh. I'm so sorry. I always thought.... I guess as long as
you're happy that's all that matters." She finished her work as quickly as
possible and left. She was more embarrassed by how she completely missed that
but then the younger man looked like he could have been the doctors son instead
of his lover.
Ronnie sighed, "Well that was interesting...How as yer day? Other than Valerie
the nosy maid?"
Mathew stood up, ran over, and wrapped his arms around the older man's waist.
He put his ear over Ronnie heart before sighing, "Lonely. I missed you."
Ronnie managed to brace himself for the force of Mathew's hug and automatically
wrapped his arms around the boy. He rested his cheek against Mathew's hair and
replied, "I missed ye too."
Mathew pulled away and took Ronnie's hand leading him to the bed where he had
him sit down. He took the ring off his finger he had forgotten he had been
wearing the night before and placed it in Ronnie's hand. He said, "It's my
favorite ring and now it belongs to you, Ronnie."
Ronnie looked at the beautiful sun fire quarts and yellow topaz ring. He
stammered, "I can't take this, Ozzie. I..don't deserve it...I..."
Mathew smiled and looked into Ronnie's surprised and confused blue eyes. He
said, "I want you to have it. I want you to have something that I love because
I love you. Ahh. I may be simple minded Ronnie but I can tell when I'm in love.
I want you to have that ring because you mean more to me than my favorite ring.
Please take it and wear it for me."
Ronnie was dumbfounded because he had never expected the boy to fall in love
with him. Technically they had know each other about two months but only dated
once before this trip. He was tearing up before he said, "All right. If that's
what ye want but I'd like ye ta put it on my finger. Is that all right?" He
held out his right hand and Mathew slid the ring on his ring finger. He was
surprised it fit his finger perfectly. He stared at it for quite a while before
whispering, "Thank ye. It's beautiful. A treasure just like ye are ta me." He
felt the bed moved and Mathew sat behind him with his legs on the outside of
his own. He could feel the warmth from the boy's body where it was flush
against his back.
Mathew sat on the bed against Ronnie's back and wrapped his arms around the
older man's waist. He rested his chin on Ronnie's shoulder after firmly kissing
the older man's pulse point in his neck and his hands palms down on the curve
of his boyfriend's belly. He replied, "You're welcome. I'll say it as many
times as it takes you to believe it. I love you, you silly man. Now I don't
expect you to say it back until you mean it. I just wanted you to know how I
feel."
Ronnie leaned back against Mathew and sighed, "I have no idea why. Ye really
don't know me that well. I have some rather odd traits. A lot of times I'm like
a giant pot bellied cat. I'll even purr and rub my head against ye like one.
I.....like my belly and head rubbed and ta be.....licked just about everywhere.
I may start....licking ye too. Especially during...sex."
Mathew licked Ronnie's pulse point and replied, "That's fine. I love pot
bellied cats. Especially the one I'm holding onto right now. I'm thinking you
might be a cougar in bed. roowr." He saw Ronnie blush and felt his head start
rubbing against his own. He decided to try something and nuzzled his nose
against Ronnie's neck and ear. He smiled when he heard a sharp intake of
breath. He purred, "You like that, do ya? Mmmm. Did you know you smell
wonderful?" He heard Ronnie's purr loudly and lightly nipped the older man's
earlobe.
Ronnie growled, "As much as I am enjoying the things ye are doing ta me. I
think ye'd better stop doing it or I'm not going to be able to stop myself for
much longer."
Mathew seductively replied, "Whatever you say, my big pussy cat. Ohhoo. You
like it when I call you pussy cat? Mmmm. Think I just found my nickname for
you."
Ronnie growled, "Aye...Whatever ye want ta call me is fine. Just please either
stop teasing me or bloody take me. Ye are driving me mad, Ozzie." Mathew
finally stopped driving him crazy and just held him loosely while he tried to
shut off his libido.
Mathew seriously asked, "Do you really want me, Ronnie? Are you with me because
you are lonely? I'm not going anywhere either way but I'd just like to know."
Ronnie groaned, "Move so we can look at each other." He wasn't expecting Mathew
to drag them both back on the bed but he moved with the younger man until he
was on his back and Mathew was looming over him. He ran his knuckles over
Mathew's cheek before he honestly replied, "My beautiful boy, I promise I'm not
ever going ta lie ta ye. Ye don't need to be lied to and as we get more
involved with each other I will expect the same from ye. Now that being
said.... I won't deny I was lonely before I met ye....Very lonely. I took a
chance on ye in the beginning because.....I don't want ta die alone. I want
someone there when my time comes. I saw a sweet young man who needed me ta be
his knight in shining armor. That being said...Ozzie, I have NEVER been drawn
ta someone like I am ta ye. Ye make me feel SO alive again. More alive than I
have been in years. Aye I want ye. God how I want ye. I want every part of ye
and.....I want ta be good enough for ye ta be proud to say "That's Ronnie, my
boyfriend" and that I feel I can say "That's Mathew, he's my boyfriend" without
being afraid of embarrassing ye. I can be very embarrassing at times. Ye
haven't seen me at my worst yet. I am very capable of making an ass out of the
both of us. I hope ye can still love me after ye've truly gotten ta know me. Ye
are.....so young and beautiful....I don't really deserve ye...but as long as ye
stay with me.....I'll take good care of ye. If ye want or need anything all ye
have ta do is ask. I don't expect ye ta give me money. I honestly don't need ye
too. I make enough money ta take care of ye and the house. If ye want to pursue
yer art ye are more than welcome too. All I ask in return is that ye keep the
house, occasionally cook, and be my life partner in every way."
Mathew leaned down and kissed Ronnie's lips before replying, "Only you could
turn a serious question into an essay. For your information, Ronnie Pilfrey...I
can be quite an embarrassment myself. Just ask Malcolm and Clara. They'll
having you laughing for days with how many times I embarrassed the hell out of
them. I'm...a goofball. I do silly and annoying things trying to get a laugh.
As for you being good enough. You are good enough and I'm always proudly
declaring your my boyfriend. I like it when you admit you are my boyfriend. It
makes me feel good to know you don't consider me your dirty little secret. You
want a housewife? I can do that. I do it for Malcolm. Life partner? I'm waiting
for you to be ready, pussy cat." He ran his index finger from Ronnie's sideburn
to his little double chin and smiled at the blush he got from the attention.
Ronnie whispered, "All right. Do ye want ta get dinner?"
Mathew replied, "Yeah. Don't want you to turn into a swizzle stick like Malcolm
now do we? I like you just the way you are now. Soft, round and fuzzy."
Ronnie laughed, "I seriously doubt ye have to worry about me being as thin as
Malcolm ever again. My meds got rid of that option a while ago. I'm glad ye are
happy with it. This I'm afraid is what ye are stuck with if ye want me."
Mathew smiled and teased, "I want you. I want to lick, suck and pet every inch
of you. I want to drive you to the edge and then push you over until you can't
think of anyone but me."
Ronnie gulped and stammered, "That's not going ta be too hard. I don't think of
anyone else now. I want ye ta realized something.....Once we make love......I
will consider ye as mine. I will not allow anyone ta touch ye in that way again
except me. I am a very possessive man, Ozzie. I want a long term relationship
with ye. That's why I am waiting. I want ye to be sure ye want me for the rest
of my life. Until that point...ye can leave if ye want and I promise I won't
stop ye. After that.....I can't promise I'll be able ta let ye go. Do ye
understand what I am trying ta tell ye?"
Mathew gently touched Ronnie's face before kissing him deeply. He replied,
"Yeah. I understand. I think someone's hungry."He giggled when the older man's
stomach growled loudly. He smiled at the blush that was creeping up Ronnie's
cheeks. He got up off the bed and looked closely at Ronnie. The older man was
wearing a gray suit with a powder blue shirt and striped tie in 2 shades of
blue.
Ronnie decided now was a good time to just ogle Mathew. They younger man was
dressed in gray waistcoat, charcoal trousers, striped gray shirt, and black
bowtie with gray polka dots. He watched as Mathew put on his knee length black
coat. He thought Mathew looked sexy in all of his clothes but his favorite
jacket had to be the knee length purple coat the boy was wearing the day they
met. He finally sat up and asked, "What ye in the mood fer, Ozzie?"
Mathew looked at Ronnie and replied, "Can we get pizza?"
Ronnie chuckled, "All right. There's a nice little pizzeria in walking distance
of the hotel." He went to the bathroom and was washing his went he jumped when
Mathew pinched his ass. He looked back at the boy in the mirror and smiled at
the amused look on Mathew's face. Ronnie seductively said, "Ye like pinching
arses, do ye? Ye little tease. What about getting yer's pinched?" Then he ran
around chasing Mathew until he managed to retaliate. They wound up wrapped in
each other's arms giggling like love struck teenagers. Malcolm had mentioned
that Oswald's loved to pinch asses. He leaned down and kissed Mathew deeply
before backing away and leading the boy out the door. When they got out of the
hotel he lit his first cigarette of the day. They walked hand in hand down the
sidewalk giggling at jokes they told each other. While they shared a small
sausage and pepperoni pizza he realized just how happy Mathew made him. Deep
down he realized he was falling in love with the boy. As they walked back the
hotel he had another cigarette and thought of how lucky he was to have Mathew.
Mathew loved spending time with Ronnie. The older man was silly and joked
around now that they are starting to get to know each other better. He wasn't
as syndical or introverted as Malcolm is and capable of discussing feelings. As
he walked with Ronnie he was laughing at jokes and the funny faces his
boyfriend made. He knew Ronnie had to be starting to come out of his shell
because the older man wasn't as worried about doing something wrong. He held
Ronnie's hand and leaned against him arm laughing at the older man's jokes and
silly antics. He smiled when Ronnie made a kind of magic wave with his free and
in his face before getting a shocked look on his face. He giggled, "I like you
like this, pussy cat. You seem happy."
Ronnie replied, "I am happy. Very happy. Ye make me happy."
Mathew replied, "You make me happy too."
Ronnie kissed the side of Mathew's head and replied, "That's good. I'm glad ta
hear that." When they got back to the hotel they got changed and laid down on
the bed together and watched TV until they were ready to go to sleep. He was on
his back and Mathew curled up on his shoulder with a hand under his shirt
rubbing his belly until the boy drifted off. He turned the TV and lamp off
before drifting off as well.
***** Night Terrors and Heart to Heart *****
Chapter Summary
     Mathew finds out Ronnie has night terrors and why.
Chapter Notes
     Okay......
     Warnings:
     Please read the updated warnings. This chapter main focus is on why
     Ronnie has night terrors. It deals with past Child abuse and rape.
     It's a big hurt comfort chapter but may not be suitable for everyone.
     There are no major details in it just general description but it is
     apparent what is talked about. This is not a topic I often used but
     since nothing is known about Ronnie's past....I felt it would help
     establish that in my story Ronnie and Malcolm are very close to one
     another and why.. I think it might also explain why when he had his
     breakdown he basically was reacting like a child would to being
     upset. Also it sets up for the possibility of what might have
     originally helped trigger his Hypomania and why he acted like he did
     for so long.
     You can feel free to skip this chapter if this bothers you.
Mathew woke in the middle of the night with the feeling something was wrong. He
suddenly realized Ronnie was talking in his sleep. He could tell the older man
was agitated badly.
Ronnie sobbed, "Mummy? No, Please wake up, mummy! Ronnie is a bad little
Pilfrey. Weep for poor pathetic Ronnie Pilfrey." He was saying this over and
over and had rolled on to his side and was in a fetal position.
Mathew wrapped his one arm around the older man and carded his other hand
through Ronnie's curls. He was starting to panic because he wasn't sure if he
should try to wake him or wait it out. He cried, "Ronnie? It's all right, love.
I'm right here. You're safe. It's just a bad dream. It's all right pussy cat."
Ronnie woke sobbing from the nightmare of his father beating his mother to
death before beating the crap out him when he was a boy. When he realized where
he was he rolled to his other side and buried his head against Mathew's chest
until he was able to stop sobbing. He remained in the fetal like position and
his fists were clutching the younger man's pajama top. He sniffled, "Sorry,
Ozzie. I'm so sorry."
Mathew kissed the older man's forehead and asked, "For what?"
Ronnie choked, "Ye have ta...deal...with....this. BAD Pilfrey. Pathetic
Pilfrey. Weeping Pilfrey. Bad....boyfriend."He went into another sobbing fit
while Mathew continued to comfort him. The last thing he had wanted was for the
boy to have to deal with scared, lonely, pathetic, weeping Pilfrey. He always
thought of this side of him as a separate personality. This side of him was a
bloody emotional roller coaster ride.
Mathew soothed, "It's all right, pussy cat..You're not a bad boyfriend. You're
not pathetic..I'm just worried about you. I love you. Just let out. I'm not
going anywhere." Eventually he noticed Ronnie was calming down with hiccups and
sniffles. Mathew just rubbed his hand up and down the older man's back. He
still was carding his other hand through Ronnie's thick curls.
Ronnie sniffled, "Sorry. I get like that sometimes. I'm sorry I'm so pathetic."
Mathew said, "Look at me. I don't think you are pathetic at all. While some
warning might have been nice..It's all right. Everyone has bad days and bad
dreams, pussy cat."
Ronnie asked, "Ye not going ta dump me?"
Mathew said, "No, Ronnie. I'm not. I love you. That means accepting the good
with the bad. Don't you ever think that I leave you over something like this.
It's all right. You feel better now?"
Ronnie relaxed his muscles and replied, "A little. Thank ye for not running
away."
Mathew lightly kissed Ronnie's lips and asked, "Do you want to talk about it.
pussy cat?"
Ronnie said, "I.....When I was a lad my father.....was a drunk with a violent
temper. My mam...She used ta send me ta Malcom's every time she could get the
chance.....because my father......would.....beat me. Mam......knew I was....
safe with Malcolm's family. He always called me....pathetic....and mocked me
when I cried....after he beat me and I was lying bleeding on the floor. When I
was 8.....my father beat my mother ta death because she kept sending me away.
Malcolm's mam.....she fought for custody and took me away from my father when I
was 10....Aunt Maureen and Uncle Dougan raised me after that but I had watched
my father......kill my mam in a drunken rage because she was trying ta protect
me. My head's been screwed up ever since that day I became a doctor ta try and
help people like me but avoided my own until I had a psychotic breakdown at 48
years old..... I didn't even see I was overcompensating for Hypomania and
severe depression. It was my rival that figured it out. I even tried
hypnotherapy to block it out but it....didn't work on me. I'm too much of a
psychological and emotional disaster. I really am pathetic."
Mathew rolled them so that Ronnie's head was on his shoulder and body was
wrapped around his own. He kissed the top of the older man's curly head after
Ronnie managed to find a comfortable position. He knew Ronnie's problem with
the position was it pinched his round belly because he could feel it smashed
against his side. He gathered this was the reason Ronnie usually held him
instead but he knew the older man needed to be held right now. Eventually the
older man seems happy with how he was laying. He just stayed quiet and let
Ronnie talk at his own speed making sure the older man knew he was not going
anywhere. He thought Ronnie had fallen asleep again but hears the older man
start talking again.
Ronnie rubbed his cheek against Mathew's shoulder and stammered, "My father got
worse after mam died... he.... raped me..... repeatedly from the time my mam
died until I was taken away from him. He did it for 2 years...Told me mam was
dead because of me and it was all my fault. Told me I was lucky he wanted me
because I wasn't pretty enough for anyone else ta ever want me, that no one
would ever want me because I was ugly. I'm a useless, pathetic crybaby. I've
been terrified of sexual and emotional relationships even though I have an over
active sex drive. I overcompensated by....acting like a lecherous flirt. I
think I was unconsciously trying to drive potential partners away because I
really don't want them ta know about the fear that I have of sex. The few
partners I've had were only interested in sex. It sated the itch I had but it
really wasn't enjoyable.. I eventually decided masturbation was more enjoyable.
Ye are the first partner that hasn't pushed the issue even though it's obvious
I want ta pound ye in ta the mattress. Ye are the first person I truly want a
relationship and want ta sleep with in my life. I'm both enthralled and
terrified of our relationship, Ozzie.I want there ta be an us....I'm just so
terrified.... I'm so sorry..." He was whispering by time he got to the end with
tears running down his face. He felt Mathew's hand in his curls and clutched a
fistful of Mathew's top.
Mathew replied, "Oh, Ronnie. None of that is your fault. You're father was
wrong. You are a beautiful man both in looks and personality. After everything
you went through it's a miracle you aren't more messed up than you are. I want
you to know that when you are ready to make love I will do everything I can to
make it as enjoyable as possible for you. One thing that David liked about me
was that I was a very patient, giving, attentive and compassionate lover. I
love you, Ronnie, and will spend every day of your life if I have to in order
to prove it. I will prove to you that making love with someone who loves you is
a pleasant and wonderful experience. Not anything like what you went through. I
don't mind going slow if it will help you. "
Ronnie sighed, "I...don't deserve...someone like ye."
Mathew replied, "Stop that. You and Malcolm have that in common. Neither one of
you think you are good enough or capable of being loved. Does Malcolm know
about any of this?"
Ronnie replied, "He knew I was beaten but he doesn't know about my
father....raping me. I never told him or his mam. I was afraid too. I was told
that there was something wrong with me and I would be abandoned if I said one
word to anyone. When Malcolm started changing because of Number 10 he terrified
me. He eventually softened how he treated me enough that I knew he would never
truly hurt me. It became the norm for our relationship. Him swearing and
threatening me and I just ignored him. I have been part of his life so long I
got to all his mood swings. Underneath all that bluster and threats I know
Malcolm loves me like I am his brother. Essentially he has been my big brother
since I was born. He protects me even when he doesn't want to admit it. He used
ta hold me while I sobbed after having night terrors and even stood in front of
my father to stop him from hitting me. I owe him my life and sanity. If it
wasn't for him I would have fallen apart and been committed when I was a
teenager or would of committed suicide. He even paid for me ta go ta college
and become a doctor. His only catch was that once I was an established
physician I had ta be his personal doctor. He was my first patient. I make
house calls, do his pills, and everything for him because I love him and I am
the only one he trusts with his medical conditions. I guess we are codependent
on each other because he can't take care of himself properly and I need ta take
care of him to feel useful. I know it sounds silly....but I'd be completely
lost without him."
Mathew replied, "No. It doesn't. I'm like that with Clara. I don't mean she
needs me really but I need her. It's funny that she's my younger sister and
she's more independent and strong willed than I am. I have always relied on her
to stand up for me and defend me because I am to docile to do so myself. Others
used to pick on me when were kids calling me a sissy and pansy. Later in high
school when they found out I was gay they called me a fairy and faggot. Even
Linda was awful to me over that but Clara would stand in front of me and defend
me. She told them she didn't care that I was what they called me and that I was
her brother, that she loved me and that's all that mattered. Through everything
I have put up in my life she has always been there whenever I needed her."
Ronnie sighed, "I'm sorry to be such a burden. I am really pathetic and messed
up."
Mathew coaxed Ronnie off of him so he could roll onto his side to look the
older man in the eyes. He gently ran his palm up and down the older man's soft
side under the shirt while he answered, "Stop that. You are NOT a burden. You
may be messed up but you are NOT pathetic. You're still my pussy cat regardless
of what you are thinking. Now please stop berating yourself so much. I'm not
going to desert you just because you are messed up. I love every part of you
regardless. From your chubby cheeks and curly hair to your round pot belly to
the tip of your toes and that's not going to change because of what you told
me. All right?" When he got a hesitant nod he gently kissed Ronnie's lips and
allowed the older man to set the pace. He felt Ronnie deepen the kiss and
answered in turn while gently pulling the older man against his chest and
running his hand up and down his boyfriend's back and side.
Ronnie felt Mathew pulling him closer and scooted as close as he could to the
younger man while they kissed. When they came up for air he moved his head to
expose his neck as a gesture of submission. He felt Mathew's lips and tongue
liking and kissing it way up and down his neck. He purred when he felt the
younger man suck against his pulse point. He was sure with how hard Mathew was
sucking he'd probably have a hickey but he didn't really care at the moment. It
was giving him a raging hard on and was a bit frustrated that Mathew wasn't
doing more. He felt the younger man tapering off the kisses before kissing his
lips again and pulling him so that his head rested on Mathew's shoulder again.
He growled, "Do ye realize what a cock tease ye are?"
Mathew playfully chuckled, "I have been told that from time to time. I also
know as much as your body is reacting to me you really aren't ready to BE with
me yet. You told me as much. I want you to be comfortable with the thought of
US making love and really want to do it with me because you like what I do to
you instead of it just being a response to stimulus. Not feel obligated because
I'm your boyfriend, or that I'm young, or because ye react to what I do to you.
I want you to want it here and here, not just here, all right?" He touched
Ronnie's head and heart before gently settling on the older man's erection.
As hard as he was he knew Mathew was right. He wasn't ready to BE with the boy
yet and if they had gone through with it he'd regret it and it might damage
their relationship. He rasped, "Thank ye, Ozzie. For caring about how I feel."
He fidgeted against Mathew's side until he was in a comfortable position where
his belly wasn't painfully being smashed and put his head on Mathew's shoulder
before sighing.
Mathew carded his fingers through Ronnie messy curls and entwined the fingers
of both their hands where they rested on his chest. He smiled and said, "Try to
get some sleep, pussy cat. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here when you wake
up."
Ronnie mumbled, "Promise?"
Mathew chuckled, "I promise. I love you. Now get some sleep."
Ronnie finally was able to let the blackness of sleep take him. Feeling safe
and loved.
***** A Day of Fun *****
Chapter Summary
     Ronnie and Mathew have a day of fun before they go home as well as a
     few laughs.
When Ronnie woke up the next morning he had a male body pressed against his
back and after he was actually awake he realized it was Mathew and scooted back
closer to the younger man's warm body.
Mathew smiled and kissed the back of Ronnie's head. He mumbled, "You all right,
Ronnie?"
Ronnie replied, "Aye. I'm sorry I woke ye, Ozzie. I just felt like being closer
ta ye."
Mathew chuckled, "It's all right, pussy cat. I'm always willing to give
affection. I even give it at inappropriate times. You can ask David about that.
He was always saying "don't do that, Matty" or "your embarrassing me, Matty"
whenever I was affectionate in public. You're not going to be like that are
you?"
Ronnie chuckled, "Probably for a while until I get used ta it. Ye are the only
person I will ever let touch me where ever, however, and whenever ye want.
I...just can't say no ta ye. In all honesty I think I like the idea of everyone
knowing I finally found a mate. Not just any mate either. A young handsome
sweet man. For the first time in his life Ronnie Pilfrey is a happy Pilfrey all
because he has ye now." He rolled onto his opposite side to face Mathew. He
placed one hand against Mathew's chest and the other over the younger man's
waist. He whispered, "Thank ye fer giving me a chance, Ozzie."
Mathew clasped their hands together on his chest before slipping his free hand
under Ronnie's pajama top and rubbed the other man's soft, fuzzy, round belly.
He leaned in and firmly kissed Ronnie's lips before replying, "I don't deny I
didn't know you before your Hypomania was treated but the man I know is a good,
decent and caring man. You're even playful and seductive. I can imagine you
driving me crazy in bed."
Ronnie laughed, "Most people think I'm a creep and a letch when I start being
sexually suggestive."
Mathew replied, "I love it when you get that way with me. I also like
innuendos. It's makes me hot and bothered. You can be a lecherous as you want
with me. It turns me on and I can't wait until you have your wicked way with
me."
Ronnie replied, "Oh ye do? Hmm are ye a top or a bottom?"
Mathew blushed and replied, "Either. Whichever you want me to be."
Ronnie teased, "Well I think I'd like ye ta be a bottom fer now. Although maybe
someday I'll like ta have ye take me as well. Ye do have a lovely bottom. I'll
feel very privileged ta make ye mine and claim that wonderful bottom as my own.
Ye do realized that once I do that ye belong ta only me, right?"
Mathew replied, "I want to be yours and only yours, pussy cat."
Ronnie growled, "Good because I am a jealous man. I see ye being to flirty or
suggestive with someone else I may just have ta pounce on ye soon as we are
near a bed and grind ye in ta the mattress ta remind ye who ye belong too."
Mathew moaned, "Mmm I might just have to do it on purpose so you will grind me
into the mattress. Mmm you above me grinding your lovely prick inside of me
over and over again until I scream your name. Yeah, I'll be wanting to be
reminded a lot."
Ronnie growled, "Then I guess ye are lucky I have an over active sex drive and
can take ye a few times in a night, laddie. Although ye may find I can come
more times than ye can."
Mathew teased, "Mm I can't wait to find out, pussy cat. It'll take a lot of
stamina to keep up with me. Ooo. You are pretty big aren't you? That's good. I
like them bigger. You like me rubbing your belly, don't you? You're purring.
Mmm. I like it when you purr for me, pussy cat. I find it sexy and arousing
that I can make you purr just by rubbing your belly." He had reached down and
gently cupped Ronnie and smiled at how big he was and then moved his hand back
up to rubbed the older man's pot belly. He found out his boyfriend absolutely
loved having his belly rubbed. He found it cute how the older man went from
talking dirty to him to purring loudly just because he was getting a belly rub.
Ronnie had just stopped talking and started purring like a cat when Mathew
started scratching and rubbing his belly. I was one of his strange behaviors
that he couldn't control. He was delighted and relieved when the boy said he
liked the purring noise he was making. Mathew does call him pussy cat because
of the purring after all. He leaned back a little to give Mathew better access
to his belly. He had a sudden thought that he'd make a great house cat. A giant
pot bellied house cat. He could help it when he started to giggle
uncontrollably at that thought. He felt Mathew stop rubbing his belly and
gasped, "Sorry, Ozzie. I just imagined myself a giant pot bellied house cat. Oh
god, Just call me Garfield."
Mathew laughed, "Hmm. I think you're are much pretty than Garfield, pussy cat.
Much prettier. He leaned forward and gently kissed the back of Ronnie's neck.
Eventually they both decided to get out of bed and go get something for
breakfast before they drove home. He was pleasantly surprised when Ronnie came
out of the bathroom wearing a pair of black jeans, long sleeved polo shirt, and
leather jacket. The only thing that was the same was he was wearing his black
dress shoes. He chuckled when he noticed Ronnie was wearing a pair of gay
rainbow striped pride socks. He wrapped his arms around Ronnie from behind and
splayed his hand flat against Ronnie's round belly. He rolled his tongue in a
cat call noise before saying, "Mmmm, you look very sexy like this, pussy cat."
He noticed the blush that crept up the older man's cheeks at that.
Ronnie replied, "Last time I wore this I had my meltdown at work. I thought it
was time ta try and make better memories."
Mathew replied, "No complaints here. You should dress like this more often. You
are absolutely delectable." It was true that Ronnie looked very attractive in
plain clothes and a leather jacket. Bit of a punk rock look but a mild one or
maybe mild biker. Either way he was sexy as hell. He also liked how it kind of
made the older man's pot belly blend in because he knew it was there and could
touch it anytime that he wanted and no one else could. It gave him a bit of a
thrill to know that. He reluctantly let go and went to get dressed himself.
Ronnie sat at the table waiting for Mathew to get dressed. He knew the younger
man always practically wore the same thing but that didn't bother him because
he thought Mathew looked adorable in his Victorian clothes. When they were
ready he got their bags together and checked them out. The bell boy took their
bags while he walked behind with his arm around Mathew's back and the younger
man leaning happily against him.
The bell boy smiled at them and said, "I hope you enjoyed your stay and I'd
like to say you two are a cute couple. Regardless of the age difference you
seem very happy together. That's what counts in the long run."
Ronnie blushed and replied, "Thank ye. We....are very happy." He watched Mathew
nod. He didn't let go of the younger man regardless of the glares some of the
hotel patrons were giving them until the attendant brought him his car. He took
Mathew to a nice diner not far from the hotel for breakfast. They chatted and
Ronnie told Mathew more about his meltdown 2 years ago and that even with
continuing therapy he still has a lot of issues. How the Hypomania brings out
his worst personality traits if it goes untreated. How it can take away his
ability to be compassionate and caring and bringing out a vindictive and
devious nature that he wasn't even aware he had until he was treated for it.
The whole time Mathew was holding his hand across the table while they ate
their breakfast and he talked.
Mathew just listened while Ronnie rattled on and on. He didn't mind because he
loved the sound of Ronnie's Scottish brogue and gravelly voice. He was so
enthralled by the older man's voice that he didn't realize Ronnie was trying to
get his attention until he felt the older man's hand pushing back his floppy
hair on the side of his face. He said, "I'm sorry, Ronnie. What did you ask?"
Ronnie sighed, "I asked if I was boring ye and I guess I got my answer. Sorry.
I'm not good at small talk. I tend ta go on and on."
Mathew sheepishly replied, "It's not that. I actually love to hear you talk.
I.....like the sound of your voice. I just tend to tune out the words and just
listen to your voice. You have a very sexy voice. You could be talking Latin
for all I care and I'd still listen to you all day." He blushed and took
Ronnie's hand again across the table and squeezed it.
Ronnie replied, "Oh. I have no idea what ta say ta that one. I never really
found my voice all that likeable but I'm glad ye like it. After all yer the one
that has ta listen ta me natter on about things."
Mathew sighed, "I could beat the crap out of the people who made you so
insecure and self loathing. To me you are beautiful, sexy, and desirable. I
love your voice, your round pot belly, your curly graying hair, your sexy
smile, the smoldering way you look at me that says you want to claim me, the
way you stick out the tip of your tongue and raise your eyebrows when you are
being seductive, When you get overexcited about things that make you happy or
lick your lips after drinking. I adore the way you purr and nuzzle against me
like a cat when you are aroused or content. I even love the way you get
innocently distracted by the shadow your hands make on the wall."
Ronnie replied, "The way ye just described me it's no wonder everyone thought I
was creepy. Some of that I didn't even realize I did."
Mathew smiled and replied, "It all makes you who you are, pussy cat. I wouldn't
want you any other way. What others may have found creepy I find endearing
because I love you."
After they finished their breakfast Ronnie asked, "Do ye want ta look around
town. There a some nice shops nearby that sell kinds of things."When Mathew
said yes he paid their bill and they went outside. He lit a cigarette and blew
out the smoke as he said, "It's hard ta park where the shops are. It's easier
ta leave the car here and walk."
Mathew wrapped his arm through Ronnie's free one and replied, "That's fine. I
like walking sometimes. Especially with you, pussy cat." He kissed Ronnie's
cheek and liked that the older man smiled. He followed where Ronnie took him
and was amazed by all the shops. He drug the older man into one after the other
looking around. In one of the shops he found a lovely good sized Cheshire cat
pendant in gold. It took all the money he had but he bought it for Ronnie
because when the older man truly smiles he reminds him of that cat. He didn't
know if the older man would ever wear it but he wanted his boyfriend to have it
anyway.
Ronnie was looking for a gift for Mathew and found an unusual gold pocket watch
with a big grinning cat on it. It looked like that silly cat from Alice in
Wonderland. He bought it anyway because the boy thinks of him as a pussy cat.
He figured the younger man might use it anyway just because of the reference.
They also both bought Malcolm an angry owl figurine because that's what his
cousin looked like when he was angry. They also found socks with the same angry
owl all over them. Clara was a little trickier but he let Mathew pick that gift
out. He laughed when the younger man came back with a silk scarf that had owls
all over it and a tee shirt that said "I belong to an angry owl" with the image
of an angry owl on it. He also brought another one with the same image but said
"I am the angry owl" on it. He laughed, "Where on earth did ye find those
shirts?"
Mathew took him over to where the novelty shirts were and watched how excited
he got as he laughed at each of them. He noticed Ronnie gat quiet and looked at
the shirt he was looking at and smiled. It had a Cheshire cat on it and said "I
belong to a pussy cat" on the back of it. Then the was another with that image
and it said " I am the pussy cat" on the back. He said, "If you want to get
them it's fine by me. I can wear mine to bed or at the beach. I mean after all
you are MY pussy cat."
So Ronnie made sure all the sizes for each shirt were correct for everyone. He
was pleasantly surprised to find the one in his size of 2X but he was happy. He
teased, "Eventually ye won't be wearing anything ta bed but for now this will
do." Then he did the eyebrow raise and licked his lips which made the boy
giggle and blush. He felt brave and kissed Mathew's temple before he paid for
everything. He had another cigarette on their walk back to the car. He had
enjoyed their day together and felt light hearted as he drove home. He felt
Mathew's hand settle on his thigh so he clasped their hands together and heard
the boy sigh in contentment.
Mathew loved when Ronnie was in a playful mood because it meant the older man
was happy. When they got home he didn't really want to be separated from Ronnie
but he knew his boyfriend had work in the morning. He had forgotten about
Malcolm's pills until the older man started putting them in the boxes. When
that was done he said, "Um I got you a present, pussy cat."
Malcolm choked on his tea when he heard Mathew call Ronnie pussy cat. He
croaked, "Pussy cat? Jesus Christ are ye hiding something, Ronnie?"
Ronnie blushed and quietly, "I purr and nuzzle..like a cat."
Malcolm asked, "What?"
Mathew replied, "He purrs and nuzzles like a cat when he's content
or....aroused."
Malcolm chuckled, "So..ok. Ye fucking purr like a fucking cat? When ye are
fucking having sex? Now there's something I never fucking knew about ye. Bet ye
fucking roll over and stick your fucking belly in the air too."
Ronnie sighed, "I...like my belly scratched and rubbed if ye must know,
Malcolm. So in short Aye I act like a cat in that wy as well."
Malcolm shook his head and chuckled, "Ye are a weird one ye are. It don't
change nothing but it's still funny."
Clara smacked Malcolm's arm and said, "Oi! You're one to talk. You purr when
you snore. So what if you are not aware of it. You still do it. Stop making fun
of him because he does it when he's awake. I think it's kind of cute. It
shouldn't bloody well matter as long as Matty doesn't mind it."
Ronnie said, "Thank ye, Clara. Ye didn't have ta but thank ye just the same."
He felt Mathew's arms wrap around him and his palms rested flat against his
soft belly while the younger man nuzzled his ear.
Mathew said, "I like his purring and besides he's MY pussy cat after all."
Malcolm chuckled, "Whatever fucking floats yer boat, Mathew. If him purring
fucking turns ye on that's great."
Mathew smiled and replied, "It does actually. Makes me hard as a rock." He
started rubbing his palms against Ronnie's belly and smirked at Malcolm when
Ronnie started unconsciously purring. He then pressed his groin against
Ronnie's butt lightly.
Ronnie suddenly realized he was purring and tried to force himself to stop
Mathew from enticing it by placing his hands over the younger man's to still
them When he did that he felt Mathew press against his back. He had to bite
back a growl when he felt the boy's rather large erection against his rump. He
groaned, "God, Ozzie. Ye are going ta drive me crazy!"
Mathew whispered, "That's the point, pussy cat. Now I want to give you your
present I bought you before I forget about it. I just had to get it for you
because it reminds me of you when you grin." He coaxed the older man to the
sofa and handed him the little box that had the gold Cheshire cat in it.
Ronnie opened the box and cracked up laughing. When he finally could speak
again he said, "This is why I am laughing. It's not at the gift. Thank ye for
the pendant. It's at the irony of it."
Mathew opened up the box Ronnie handed him and say a pocket watch with the same
image engraved on it before he bust out laughing too. He said, "I guess that is
ironic. We both picked the same image to represent you. A devilish grinning
Cheshire cat. I will definitely be using this watch the most out of all of
them. Thank you, pussy cat." He then gave Ronnie a firm kiss on the lips and a
hug. After about an hour he sadly let Ronnie leave. He watched as the older man
got in his car and drove off. He put his new pocket watch on top of the dresser
and got into his pajamas. He eventually managed to fall asleep.
When Ronnie got home he got into his pajamas and decided to put on the
necklace. He had to admit the boy was right about his grin. It was just as
creepy as the bloody cat but Mathew liked it so he was content. He usually
didn't wear jewelry but he now had a ring and a cat pendant he didn't plan to
take off for a long time if ever because Mathew gave them to him. He went to
bed happy but missing Mathew's presence. He finally fell into a fitful sleep.
***** The Pussy Cat & The Tom Cat *****
Chapter Summary
     Mathew stops by Ronnie's surgery for lunch and then they have a fun
     night together.
     Eudail - Sweetheart
     Warning: m/m sex in this chapter.
A few days later Mathew took a cab to Ronnie's surgery to surprise him and see
if he was free for lunch. He walked in and smiled at the receptionist and said,
"I'd like to See Dr. Ronnie Pilfrey as soon as he's free please."
The receptionist asked, "Are you a new patient? Dr. Pilfrey's associate can see
you."
Mathew smiled and replied, "Oh my dear girl, I do not believe a female doctor
can help me at this moment. You see it's rather personal and I'd really rather
only share it with Ronnie if you don't mind." He saw Ronnie stick his head past
the bookshelf in surprise and teased, "Ah there's my adorable pussy cat. Hey
are you free for lunch love?"
Ronnie blushed and squeaked, "I will be in a half an hour, Ozzie. Does Malcolm
want ye home by a certain time?" Ronnie was surprised about Mathew showing up
at his work and being so blatant about their relationship but it also gave him
a thrill at how possessive the younger man was acting as well. He was glad the
boy wanted people to know they were a couple.
Mathew teased, "Nope. He knows better than to tell how long I can spend making
you happy, pussy cat." He was flirting like crazy and he could tell after the
initial embarrassment that Ronnie was getting turned on by it. He was also
enjoying the look of absolute shock on the receptionist face.
Ronnie flirted back, "Well then in a half hour I'm all yers for an hour,
eudail. Ye can sit over there and wait if ye like."
Mathew winked and teased, "All right, tiger." He took a seat over in the corner
and crossed one knee over the other and checked his pocket watch to see what
time it was before picking up a magazine.
The receptionist finally blurted, "You and Dr. Pilfrey are..."
`Mathew sighed, "A couple? Yes we are. He belongs to me and I belong to him. We
are quite happy with the arrangement."
The receptionist squirmed and asked, "How can you stand that creep?"
Mathew sighed, "Ronnie is different. He is wonderful man and what you describe
as creepy I think is adorable."
She stuttered, "He's obnoxious, lecherous, fat, and weird."
Ronnie heard this whole discussion and could pull himself away because this was
Mathew not knowing he was listening.
Mathew laughed, "Well. I'm obnoxious, insanely flirty, overzealous, and lanky.
I love Ronnie the way he is and furthermore I happen to like men with meat on
their bones. I happen to like Ronnie's pot belly and his weirdness. He's only
obnoxious and lecherous in your point of view. I find him flirtatious and
compulsively sweet. He's not a people person like me but that's fine. Where he
lacks in social skills I more than make up for them. You should see us when we
really start flirting. It usually can cause anyone listening blush with
embarrassment. You shouldn't judge someone until you get to know them. What
they show the world on the outside isn't always what they are truly like
inside. I know the real Ronnie because I cared to get to know him and fell in
love with him."
Ronnie said, "If ye are done antagonizing my boyfriend...I need the files for
my next 2 patients. Also if ye weren't as good at yer job as ye are I'd fire ye
for doing what ye just did. Ye do NOT talk about me badly in front of my
patients like that. I may not be yer cup o' tea but not everybody feels the
same way, Iris. Also Don't ever talk ta my boyfriend like that again either. He
does not come in her ta hear me slandered all over my office. He comes here
because he wants ta see me. Do ye understand?"
Iris handed him the patient files he wanted and replied, "Yes sir."
Ronnie growled, "Good. Now please send in Mr. Howard." It was a long half hour
but he finally managed to get the two patients taken care of so they could go
to lunch. He saw Mathew sitting off to the side of the office and said, "Okay,
Ozzie. I need ta be back by 1pm for my next patient. " He lit a cigarette when
they were outside and decided to take the boy to an Italian restaurant nearby
for lunch. He had never been as happy in his life as he was now. He couldn't
stop from holding Mathew's hand almost constantly. He even set his hand on the
boy's where it rested on his arm as they walked arm in arm. Yes Ronnie Pilfrey
was a happy Pilfrey and he was afraid it wouldn't last. He said, "It's crazy
that Malcolm being a stubborn mule and getting sick was what brought us
together."
Mathew smiled and replied, "Yeah. That and David throwing me out a few days
before Malcolm got sick. It's all in the timing. If I hadn't been thrown out we
never would have met when the stubborn bugger got ill. I will admit there are a
lot of things I regret in my life but meeting you isn't one of them, pussy
cat."
Ronnie blushed and replied, "I'm glad ta hear that, eudail. My life would be
very empty without ye in it." He chatted with Mathew for almost an hour before
he noticed it was time to go back to the surgery. They wound up taking half of
their meals with them so Ronnie kept his in his little fridge in his office
under his desk to have for lunch tomorrow. He lit another cigarette on the walk
back and asked, "How did ye get here?"
Mathew chuckled, "I walked to the bus stop and took the bus."
Ronnie took a drag on his cigarette and asked, "Ye didn't drive?"
Mathew replied, "No. Trying to get a parking place at Malcolm's is hard even at
the time I left let alone when I'd get home."
Ronnie laughed, "Aye. That's true. Parking is awful. I think that's why Malcolm
got that tiny car of his. Smaller the car the smaller space ye need ta park."
Mathew asked, "When you going to come over again, Ronnie? I miss you."
Ronnie ground out his cigarette with his shoe and replied, "I miss ye too.
Weekends are usually the only days I have some freedom on. I'm sorry. It would
be easier if we....never mind. Getting ahead of myself. I usually get out
around 6pm if everything goes smoothly. I can pick ye up and take ye ta my
place for the night. I can drop ye back at Malcolm's in the morning."
Mathew wrapped his arms around Ronnie and kissed him firmly. Then he rested his
head over the older man's heart. He wrapped his arms around Ronnie's waist
under his suit jacket. He felt the older man wrap his arms around him as well
and rest his cheek against his head.
Ronnie asked, "Um should I take that as an Aye?"
Mathew whispered, "Yes, Ronnie. I'll come home with you tonight."
Ronnie replied, "Okay. I'll pick ye up after I get out of here. Don't panic if
I'm a bit late. It doesn't mean I'm not coming. It just means I got tied up."
Mathew kissed Ronnie again and replied, "I'll try not to panic. I love you,
pussy cat."
Ronnie did love Mathew but he still wasn't ready to say it out loud to the boy
yet. He smiled and replied, "Okay. Now get yer ass out of here before I never
get out of here. Ye are just way to distracting." He watched Mathew go to the
bus stop before going back in to see his other patients. All in all he was only
an hour late getting out of there. He was relieved to find Mathew didn't panic
to badly but was definitely packed and ready to go.
Mathew went back to Malcolm's and packed a bag. He primarily wore his purple
knee length Victorian coat because he had noticed how Ronnie looked at him in
it. He had figured out that this particular coat makes Ronnie hot and bothered
so he wears it almost all the time now no matter what he wears under it. He was
ready and had his bag by the door in an hour. He told Clara and Malcolm he was
staying at Ronnie's for the night.
Malcolm yelled, "Good. Maybe ye can get his ass ta fucking mate with ye. The
tension between ye two gives ME a fucking rock hard prick. He's too much of a
fucking pussy ta make the first fucking move, Mathew."
Mathew sighed, "Malcolm, you don't know everything about his childhood. He told
me over the weekend that you knew about the beating but not what happened after
his mum died before your parents could get him away from his ...father."
Malcolm sighed, "What? That he was raped by the fucking bastard? No he didn't
tell me but I'm not fucking blind. I saw how he flinched when MY father touched
him. It didn't take much ta put 2 and 2 together. It took years for me ta get
him normal with me. His fucking old man deserved ta have his fucking dick
lopped off over what he did ta Ronnie and his mam. Ronnie never said anything
so charges couldn't be made against the fucking twat but I made fucking sure
the bastard stayed away from Ronnie. Told him if he ever went near his son
again I'd cut his fucking cock off myself but the damage was all ready done.
When the Hypomania started showing up he scared everyone away but me. Look I'm
not asking ye ta rape the man just work on..getting him ta go all the way. I
know he fucking wants ta fuck ye in ta the mattress. He just need's ta be
pushed a bit. If I hadn't pushed him he never would have called ye no matter
how fucking enamored with ye he was while I was sick. His biggest problem is
trusting that once ye see him naked ye won't be disgusted or that ye won't hurt
him like his father did. Ye just have ta prove ta him that ye are a good man.
Once he knows he can trust ye ta love him and treat him right he'll let ye in
and give up fighting himself. If ye don't get him ta stop fighting I'm going ta
lock ye both in yer bedroom until ye fucking sort yerselves out."
Mathew blinked and sighed, "All right. I'll try." He waited for Ronnie to show
up and thought did pretty good not panicking when the older man was an hour
late. Soon as Ronnie walked through the door he ran into the older man's arms
and spun them in a circle before kissing him hard.
Malcolm playfully slapped Mathew and said, "Get a fucking room will ye. Get
going before ye start fucking on my floor. Then I'd have ta go fuck Clara
because I'd have a hard on and she might not be in the mood...Shoo." He handed
Ronnie Mathew's bag and firmly pushed them both out the door. When he turned
around he saw Clara in a negligee and knew he was going to have a good night
tonight.
When they arrived at Ronnie's house he said, "Wow, pussy cat. Not extravagant
but nice size. You definitely aren't scraping by like me. It's great you did
well for yourself, Ronnie. I'm not good at anything except art and that doesn't
guarantee a paycheck. I'm a nobody."
Ronnie wrapped his arms around Mathew and replied, "Ye are somebody ta me,
eudail. I don't care that ye are poor. I want ye. Not yer paycheck. I told ye I
make enough money for ye ta stay home and work on yer art if ye want too. I
meant that. I want ye ta be happy. Ye won't have ta worry about anything for as
long as we are together. I'll take care of all the financial stuff if ye don't
mind cleaning, cooking and whatever else it is that a homemaker does."
Mathew replied, "I don't mind being a homemaker, Ronnie. I just don't want you
to think I'm taking advantage of you."
Ronnie smiled and replied, "Yer not, Ozzie. It's my choice. I want ye ta be
able ta do what ye love ta do. Besides I's feel better if ye let me be the
bread winner. I'm.....rubbish at everything else. Other than me all I have ta
offer ye is my money. Ye don't have money but I hear ye are a good homemaker.
Even better than your sister and I have ta admit ye aren't bad on the eyes
either."
Mathew shook his head and replied, "Now you are trying to flatter me."
Ronnie blushed and giggled, "Is it working?"
Mathew sighed, "Yeah. It's working." He looked up at Ronnie and met the older
man's lips in a passionate kiss. He felt the older man's blunt nails against
his back through the clothes he was wearing. When the kiss broke he felt Ronnie
kissing and sucking on his neck and groaned. He begged, "Please....pussy cat.
Please..."
Ronnie never could say no to Mathew for some reason. Probably that ingrained
desire to make the boy happy so he'd stay. He pulled back from Mathew and
gasped, "Bedroom. This way." He felt more comfortable with giving in to his
desires in his own home. He wasn't sure if he was ready for anything big yet
but he was pretty he could handle something. When they got to his room Mathew
pounced on him again. He gently pushed the boy away. He gasped, "Please, Ozzie.
Slowdown."
Mathew backed away crestfallen and sat on the bed and sighed, "I'm sorry,
Ronnie. I misunderstood you."
Ronnie sat next to Mathew and took his hands. When the boy was looking at him
he said, "I'm not saying no.....I'm just not sure how far I can go...and I
don't want ta panic because ye are going faster than I can handle. I.....don't
think I'm ready ta have intercourse with ye yet but I might be able ta handle
umm...a joint effort..Dammit. I"
Mathew giggled, "Are you trying to say you can't handle anal intercourse but
you can handle something like mutual masturbation?"
Ronnie turned pink and replied, "Basically."
Mathew kissed Ronnie's cheek and replied, "For a man who sexually flirts
endlessly you sure are embarrassed about actually communicating it during
intimate moments."
Ronnie swallowed and replied, "This is the real me that I hide under the flirt.
I'm insecure and nervous about being seen naked and sex. I'm not young and thin
anymore. Nor do I have any real experience with sex. I'm pretty much
inexperienced for a man of my age. Rejection is a big fear."
Mathew pulled Ronnie's tie off and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. He
said, "Let's start with getting naked and getting use to seeing each other that
way." When the older man's hand tried to stop him he gently batted it away and
said, "I promise. I'm not going to reject you. I love you." He still saw the
worry in the older man's eyes but he had no further attempts to stop him from
his task. He gently pushed the older man's suit jacket off his shoulders and
hung it on the back of a chair before pulling the tails of Ronnie's shirt out
of his pant and finishing the buttons. He pushed the shirt off of Ronnie's
shoulders and looked at the older man in the moonlight shining in the bedroom.
He stood up and stripped to his pants and saw that Ronnie did the same after
some hesitation.
Ronnie followed Mathew's example even though he was still hesitant about being
naked in front of Mathew. He slid in the bed under the covers and Mathew
followed him. He knew Mathew was waiting for him to decide what they do next.
He rolled to his side and met the boy's lips and pulled Mathew closer. He felt
Mathew's hand roaming up and down his back before he was gently coaxed onto his
back. He was about to asked why before his mind suddenly went blank when Mathew
started sucking and licking his pulse point in his neck. As the boy moved down
further he found he wasn't as worried at the moment about anything as long as
Mathew didn't stop what he was doing.
Mathew figured the best way to get Ronnie's mind of his worries was to distract
the older man so he started sucking and licking his way down his boyfriend's
body. Starting with the pulse point in the older man's neck where he left a
hickey. He moved down the older man's chest sucking on each nipple in turn and
smiled when Ronnie stopped suppressing the purr he was making. He licked and
kissed his way to Ronnie's lower ribcage before licking, kissing sucking and
lightly nipping at every inch of the older man's soft round belly. He was
rather surprised when Ronnie growled when he dipped his tongue into the older
man's belly button. He basically tongue fucked the older man's belly button in-
between little sucks. He filed that away as something that drove the older man
wild. He moved lower and started nipping and kissing Ronnie's under belly and
smiled when he felt the older man's hand tugging at his hair. He moved lower
until he came to the older man's tented boxers. He pulled them down but before
he could do anything Ronnie stopped him. He scooted back up the bed so they
could see each other.
Ronnie swallowed and whispered, "I can't return that, Ozzie. My...father made
me suck him off and I just.....can't do it. I go into a flashback. "
Mathew kissed Ronnie's temple and replied, "That's all right. I'm fine with you
not being able to return the favor. I do appreciate you telling me though. I
don't expect you to do anything thing you are uncomfortable with especially if
it is going to cause a problem. Will me sucking you off cause anything?"
Ronnie replied, "No...Not flashbacks or anything. I'd just feel guilty about ye
doing it and that I can't return the favor. The few men I've been with made me
do it and it.....ended in disaster. "
Mathew kissed Ronnie's lips and said, "I don't care if you can't. You can
return it however you are comfortable with but I don't want to cause you any
flashbacks. I always liked it but what man wouldn't. I didn't get them much
with David because he usually wanted to fuck as Malcolm would say rather than
69. So it's not a big deal if you can't give me one. I'm flexible when it comes
to sex. Just a hand job will work. We can work into the more complicate methods
as you are ready but I promise to never make you do anything you can't do." He
started kissing his way down Ronnie's body again until he had distracted the
older man enough to latch his lips around Ronnie's erection. He paid good
attention to the older man's level of arousal and increased his speed when he
needed to until Ronnie came with a growl and sudden buck that almost choked
him. He made a note to remember that for next time so he could keep from
choking. He swallowed until Ronnie stopped coming and then gently pulled his
lover's boxers back up. He scooted up and rested his head on Ronnie's shoulder
while the older man came down from his orgasm.
Ronnie said, "Ye are good at that. I'm awful at it myself. Used ta get beaten
fer doing it wrong." He felt Mathew's erection pressing against his leg. He
rolled onto his side and hesitantly reached inside the boy's pants and tugged.
Mathew handed him a tube of lube and he was glad it was dark because he knew he
was blushing. He covered his hand with lube and started to stroke. He was
amazed at how patient Mathew was with him. The boy gave him prompts telling him
when to increase his speed and what to do that works for him until the younger
man came biting his shoulder. He knew it would leave a mark but he really
didn't care because as far as he was concerned he belonged to the boy anyway so
he may as well bear the marks.
Mathew panted, "Would you mind if we slept naked?"
Ronnie replied, "I guess not." He didn't worry about being naked until it got
light out. He let the boy shimmy him out of his boxers and wondered what Mathew
was ding until he was getting cleaned up by the younger man. He said, "Ye don't
have ta do that, Ozzie."
Mathew chuckled, "I know but I want to do it, pussy cat. I like taking care of
you. Now stop squirming so much." He finally got Ronnie cleaned up and went to
clean himself up before crawling back into bed with his lover. He curled up
against Ronnie's side and was playing with the hair on the older man's chest
when he ran into a metal charm. He switched the light on and saw the worry in
Ronnie's eyes. He couldn't understand why and asked, "What's the matter, pussy
cat?"
Ronnie never expected the boy to suddenly turn on the light. He was even more
surprised by the look of confusion the younger man was giving him. He sighed,
"I'm not much ta look at out of my clothes, Ozzie."
Mathew replied, "You silly pussy cat. I already told you that I love you and
your body. I like portly men although I'd love you regardless but I do prefer
you like you are now. Stop worrying about whether I find you attractive or not
because I do. I love you just the way you are."
Ronnie asked, "Why did you turn the light on?"
Mathew looked down at Ronnie's chest where he had felt the charm and traced it
with his fingers. He whispered, "You're actually wearing it?"
Ronnie replied, "Of course I am. Ye gave it ta me. Just like this ring. I
haven't taken them off since ye gave them ta me. I wear the necklace under my
shirts. I am yer pussy cat now, Ozzie. I always will be until the day I die. I
gave ye my heart to you a long time ago. I....love ye very much. Wearing this
gift ye gave me is one way of me showing ye I belong ta ye."
Mathew whispered, "Oh, Ronnie. My pussy cat. I love you too." He kissed the
older man all over his face before meeting his lips in a firm claiming kiss. He
eventually turned off the lamp and settled down against Ronnie's side with his
head on the older man's shoulder. He was tracing patterns on Ronnie's soft
round belly while he felt the older man's fingers running through his hair.
Ronnie was starting to fall asleep and mumbled, "Night, Tom cat."
Mathew smiled at the new nickname and liked it. Clara had mentioned that
Malcolm also thought he was the tom cat to Ronnie's pussy cat. He realized he
was the tom in their relationship since he chased after Ronnie first. The only
thing the Ronnie did was make the money but personality wise the older man was
more of the feminine type. The older man was more emotional and insecure about
their relationship than he was now. He was feminine himself but he was the
masculine partner even though he was a homemaker. He could see that he would be
the one of them that was more dominate in their personal relationship for the
most part since he had to teach Ronnie a lot about how gay sex can be enjoyable
rather than traumatic. He kissed Ronnie's shoulder and replied, "Night, pussy
cat."
***** Happy Morning Promises *****
Chapter Summary
     More smut :P
The next morning Mathew woke up first and quietly got out of bed before
slipping a robe that was way too big for him but would do so he could go make
Ronnie breakfast. He rooted through the older man's fridge to find there wasn't
much in it. He did find some good eggs and bacon so he made those with toast
and coffee before carrying a tray back to the bedroom to find the older man was
all ready awake. He set the tray down on the little desk in the room before
stripping out of the robe and placing the tray between them on the bed.
Ronnie had woken up to cold sheet and started to panic. He had thought Mathew
had left until he noticed the younger man's clothes were hanging over the desk
chair. He sighed in relieve when the boy came back carrying a breakfast tray.
He had to laugh because his robe was huge on him. He teased, "Ye are goin ta
have ta gain a few pounds ta fit in ta that robe, Tom Cat. Although I think I
prefer ye in yer birthday suit."
Mathew teased, "Hmm. I prefer you in your birthday suit as well, Pussy Cat.
Don't give me that look. I think you are sexy and adorably. From your curly
hair to you wonderfully round soft belly and the tips of your toes. I love
every big or little thing about you. You are very handsome and desirable. Don't
forget that Pussy cat."
Ronnie blushed and replied, "I'll try not ta. I'll have ta buy ye a robe for
here so ya don't steal mine all the time. I might need it while ya have it on."
Mathew teased, "Well. I could just give it back to you and run around naked.
I'm not bashful."
Ronnie groaned, "I might enjoy the view, Ozzie, but my neighbors might not have
the same reaction ta ya running around naked."
Mathew teased, "You mean the hard on you are currently sporting? Or maybe the
blush you have?"
Ronnie groaned, "Ya really are a sassy wee bastard, aren't ye?"
Mathew set aside their empty plates and crawled back under the covers and
passionately kissed Ronnie and gently groped the older man's scrotum. He
teased, "You like it."
Ronnie moaned in pleasure when the younger man was groping his bollocks and
rasped, "Aye, laddie. That I do." He started purring when Mathew rolled him
over and was rubbing and scratching his belly while rubbing his tight little
arse against his erect prick. He also felt Mathew's erection rubbing against
his lower belly and felt like the cat that ate the canary.
Mathew was a quick learner when it came to sex and what excited his lover. He
smiled when just rubbing the crack of his arse against Ronnie's erection got
his attention. He kissed licked and sucked his way down until his lips wrapped
around the older man's weeping erection. Judging by Ronnie's panting and
actions the older man was close so he rolled his lover's bollocks around and
heard the hitch in the older man's breathing just before he felt his lover's
release. He sucked and swallowed every last drop before sliding up next to
Ronnie.
Ronnie had such a powerful orgasm that he almost passed out but definitely saw
stars. Mathew knew what to do to get him off and if it was like this now he
couldn't wait for them to have intercourse even though it made him nervous as
hell. He felt the boy's erection tight against his thigh and changed position
to gently pump it and accepted the lube when Mathew handed it to him. He did
something daring and slid a finger inside of Mathew happy when the younger man
changed potion to allow him better access to his entrance. He heard the boy
give a positive gasp when his finger found a little nub. He rubbed that while
he pumped the younger man's cock feeling it leaking quite heavily until Mathew
gasped his name and went rigid as he came all over the bedding and him. He was
amazed at how much cum the boy had in that orgasm. He teased, "Liked that did
ye?"
Mathew couldn't stop squirting after one time he felt it happen 4 times and
felt bad for Ronnie because the older man was covered in his cum but he was to
content to really care much. He replied, "Mmmhmm. I loved it, Pussy cat. Sorry
about the mess. I have a lot harder orgasm with more cum when I'm penetrated
and my little nub is rubbed."
Ronnie ki8ssed the top of the boy's head and replied, "That's all right. I just
got ta clean the sheets and take a shower. Thank ye, Tom Cat. I'd better get
ready ta go ta work thought. I got ta drop ye off before I go." He reluctantly
got out of bed and took a shower before getting dressed for work.
While Ronnie was in the shower Mathew changed the sheets on the bed after he
found a clean set. He found the laundry hamper and threw the dirty ones in it
and took the dishes out to the sink and washed them after he slipped in his old
pants. He took a quick shower and threw on clean clothes after Ronnie was out
of the bathroom. When Ronnie dropped him off at Malcolm's he was sad to see
Ronnie go. He kissed Ronnie and said, " I love you, Pussy cat."
Ronnie pulled Mathew close while the younger man fiddled with his tie. He
kissed the boy's forehead and replied, "I love ye too, Tom Cat."
Mathew asked, "When will you be free again?"
Ronnie sighed, "I'm not sure. Ye are welcome ta stop by for lunch anytime. I
usually go around 1pm other than that I'll have ta let ya know. I hope it's not
a long time."
Mathew teased, "I hope not either or I may have ta corner you in the toilets."
Ronnie groaned, "Ye may not have ta do that. I may just wind up rutting ye
against an alley wall if it takes too long ta get back in ta bed with ye."
Mathew teased, "Hmm. I think I'd like that. Especially if you were to penetrate
me and then rut me INTO the wall with your lovely, thick, hard prick."
Ronnie rasped, "Keep that up and I may take full claim o' ye on Malcolm's
doorstep! Ye will be completely mine then. Would ye like that? Ta have me
inside o' ye pinning ye against a rough brick wall while I fucked ye
senseless?"
Mathew teased, "Mmmhmm. I'd love for you to fuck me senseless anywhere you
wanted too. I don't mind it a little rough if that's what you wanted."
Ronnie groaned, "Ye just gave me a horrible case o' blue balls, ye wee
bastard."
Mathew groped a feel and smirked at how hard Ronnie was before replying, "Mmmm.
To bad you have to go to work....But maybe being hard as you are you'll have
incentive to come back to play with me sooner."
Ronnie rasped, "Ye wee prick tease."
Mathew teased, "Oh you love it when I get you all hot and bothered." He gave
the older man another firm squeeze and enjoyed the growl he got in return.
Ronnie growled, "Aye. I do but ye are a wee shite ta give me a hard on before I
go ta work. They all ready think I'm a pervert."
Mathew teased, "They already know you are an owned pussy cat so you can just
blame me for your hot and bothered state."
Ronnie growled, "I'll get even with ye for this. Just wait until I get my hands
on ye next time ye are at my place."
Mathew teased, "Mmmm. I was hoping you'd say that, Pussy Cat. I can't wait
until my arse is completely yours. I'll even make sure I'm ready and waiting
for you to just slip in if you like."
Ronnie replied, "That's sounds lovely. Maybe I should make ye always be slick
and ready with a butt plug so I can just slide right in."
Mathew replied, "Mmm. I think I'll do just that. I can then pretend that you
are always inside of me. Yes I need to find a plug. I always did love a good
plug when I didn't have my lover's cock inside of me."
Ronnie rasped, "Ye do that then for me. I'd better get going before I cum in my
pants from just this conversation."
Mathew kissed Ronnie passionately and firmly groped him two more times before
letting the older man leave. He yelled, "I'll be ready and waiting, Pussy cat!"
Ronnie mumbled, "I don't doubt it." He got in his car and tried to calm his
raging erection while he drove to work. He couldn't wait to get his beautiful
cock tease into bed again. He did enjoy this little game of theirs though
because Mathew is the first one to just give it right back to him and not say
he's perverted for what he says. He knew it turned Mathew on as much as it did
him because he could feel the boy was hard as a rock as well from their sexy
bantering.
Mathew knew Ronnie was going to be very horny the next time he saw him and that
was fine by him. It was fun getting the older man hot and bother because he
could tell his lover enjoyed their seductive exchanges just like he did. They
were truly made for each other. The next few days were rather boring because
Ronnie was too busy to spend time with him. He's see his lover on and off for a
few minutes or lunch here and there for the next couple of weeks. He made sure
to keep Ronnie hot and bothered though. He also went out and bought a plug and
kept it in an lubed almost always because it really did make him feel complete
until he could have his wonderful lover inside of him.
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