Just another distraction

Hayden and Patrick's love had consumed them with astonishing speed, and Hayden cherished every moment of it. As Patrick's lips met his, a surge of heat coursed through Hayden's core, compelling him to reciprocate with a fervent passion. Yet, despite the intensity of their embrace, he couldn't shake the feeling that his emotions remained inadequately expressed. Drawing Patrick closer, he enveloped him in a tight embrace, his voice a gentle murmur against his ear.

"There's no other path for us," he confessed softly. "I'm sorry you had to witness her hand in mine. It shouldn't have happened." In those whispered words, Hayden bared his remorse and vulnerability, seeking solace and understanding from the one he held so dearly.

Each and every moment he spent with Hayden his love for him grew more and more with each day, he was madly in love him and wasn't going to deny it. He loved and cherished every moment with Hayden and loved him to pieces. Their lips in sync with one another Patch felt this overwhelming shock of electricity run through him that made him want Hayden more then ever. Maybe it was the fervent passion that was between them, feeling Hayden's warm breath and murmur in his ear he shivered and blushed.

"This my path, and I wouldn't pick any other my heart belongs to you Hays." Shaking his head he blushed madly. "It's okay, I'm sorry I gotten jealous it's just I love you so much and the thought of you being happy with someone else hurts to even think about." Nuzzling against him he kissed his neck and nibbled on it leaving his mark calming him as his.

A tender smile played upon Hayden's lips as he relished the presence of Patrick, a warmth blooming within his chest. A soft sigh escaped him, a gentle exhale that carried with it a mixture of contentment and desire. His body responded eagerly to the sensations unleashed by Patch's kisses and gentle nips upon his neck, a delicious combination that sent shivers of pleasure cascading through his veins.

In that blissful moment, Hayden found himself captivated by a poem that had resonated deep within his soul. The words spilled forth effortlessly, their significance encapsulating the depth of his emotions. "Don't leave now that you're here— Stay," he whispered, his voice carrying a plea laced with vulnerability and the rawness of his yearning. “So the world may become like itself again: so the sky may by the sky, the road a road and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.” The world, once fragmented, held the promise of restoration in Patrick's presence. It was as if their connection had the power to align the universe, transforming the mundane into extraordinary.

Hayden's nights had been consumed by an insatiable hunger for understanding, for a means to forge a deeper bond with Patch. The exploration of poetry became his refuge, the pages of verse offering glimpses into the depths of his own heart. Each line became a brushstroke, delicately painting a portrait of his devotion to the boy who had captured his heart.

As he spoke those words, he revealed not only his grasp of the poetic realm but also his desire to see Patrick for who he truly was, to embrace the uniqueness that set him apart. With each carefully chosen phrase, Hayden sought to communicate his unwavering commitment, the knowledge that their connection surpassed any reflection in a mirror. It was a declaration of seeing Patch with unclouded eyes, a toast to their love shared over a glass of wine that held infinite possibilities.

In that moment, Hayden's heart beat with a blend of vulnerability and strength, the weight of his emotions carried within each word. With every syllable, he sought to build a bridge between their souls, inviting Patrick into a realm where their love could flourish, where the world became like itself again, and where their connection transcended the ordinary to become something extraordinary.

At the presence of Hayden his heart always swelled with exhilaration always longing for more, his touches and kisses made him go into a whirl of emotions he sometimes didn't know how to feel. His kisses and nips in a possessive manner, as if telling the world that Hayden was taken and his.


Looking into his beautiful blue eyes Patch looked at him with a look of passion and love in his eyes. His eyes glistening with tears, he realized at that moment that Hayden loved him for who he was, and wanted him to know how special he was to him. Patch was starting to think he was worthy of love and even being alive, something his father kept telling him he was worthy of neither. "That's the most beautiful I ever heard and was said to me, I love you so much. " At this very moment he thought of a poem himself that suited them perfectly.


Kissing him with gaiety passion he gave him a soft warm smile. "My bounty is as deep as the sea, my love as deep: the more I give to thee, the more I have for both are infinite."

The fact that Hayden went intl a geeat lengths to acknowledge poetry made his headt swoon and melt. No one cared that deeply to learn about his passion. The love of poetry came from his mother, the person who accepted him for who he was and always read them to him when he was little. He knew she would be so proud of him and love Hayden as much as he did.

Tears streaming down his face he looked at Hayden nuzzling against him. His words were as smooth as velvet and so meaningful that that left a tattoo right on his heart. At that moment Patch knew that Hayden was his other piece, the one who wanted to love and cherish foeever and always. "I love you Hays I love thee, I lovr but with a love that shall never die; till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old."

Hayden knew that no words could ever fully capture the depth of his feelings for Patrick. He reflected on the serendipitous moment at the lake when Patrick had chosen to sit beside him, an act that would unravel the intertwining threads of their shared struggles. In that vulnerable conversation, Hayden discovered a profound connection that resonated within him, leaving him both elated and humbled.

Patrick had become the catalyst that drove Hayden's emotions to a frenzy, stirring a longing so intense that it consumed him from the inside out. With every passing moment, his yearning for more of Patrick grew, an insatiable desire that defied explanation. And now, standing here before him, Hayden couldn't hold back the overwhelming rush of emotions that surged through his heart.

"I love you, Pat," he whispered, his voice laced with sincerity and tenderness. Gently, he lifted his hand to wipe away the tears that adorned Patrick's face, his touch a gentle caress filled with both comfort and devotion. The weight of his words carried the weight of his heart, a declaration of his unwavering affection for the person who had brought both solace and joy into his life.

In that moment, Hayden's gaze locked with Patrick's, their eyes becoming the windows to their souls. It was more than a simple confession; it was a promise, a commitment to be the source of happiness for the one who had awakened a newfound sense of purpose within him.

"I want to make you happy," he vowed, his voice steady and determined. It was an affirmation, a pledge to cherish and support Patrick in every way possible. Hayden understood the significance of this connection, the rarity of finding someone who could unravel the complexities of his soul. And he was willing to do whatever it took to nurture and protect what they had discovered together.

Hayden knew that their journey, though filled with challenges, would be one worth pursuing. And in his heart, he carried the unwavering belief that their love had the power to transcend every obstacle they would face, and that together, they could create a happiness that would endure.