Chapter 352: Robinson IV—Scientific Curiosity
Sleeping. Robinson listened to the deep breathing, almost soft like a child’s, smooth skin, still too scrawny, but the flesh so warm. He kissed that skin, soft and pale and he sat up at the moan that escaped the lips. But the sleeping breath continued and Larry sat up, caressed the cheek and kissed the forehead. He felt the hands around his back now, warm, smooth. “You’re always sleepy, Pat,” he murmured.
Patrick’s eyes opened, sleepy and royal blue, a color too deep for the droopy eyebrows and sleepy lids that framed them. This scrawny boy with gifts far beyond his station, had given him so much already, emotionally, physically and on the ice, even more. He thought of that unbelievable rush of the summer, a two month high of celebrating and forgetting the events of the spring as everything seemed so perfect with that Stanley Cup. Yes this boy won the MVP and Larry loved to remember his delighted eyes the first time he touched it. Larry kissed him softly on the mouth but was interrupted when Patrick decided to yawn and push him away.
Larry laughed and watched him stretch with wiry limbs. He still couldn’t convince him to do any sort of weight training or exercise on a regular basis but at least his diet had changed, some. Patrick closed his eyes again and folded his hands over his chest. “What time is it, Larry?” he asked.
“What does it matter?”
“I told Mimi I’d take her for dinner tonight.” Patrick said with another yawn.
“It’s three,” Larry replied. “You still have some time.” He reached over and ran his hand over Patrick’s belly, slid it down a little further. Patrick arched his back up a little to encourage him and Larry rolled over, kissed his hip. Patrick’s fingers flitted through his hair and then pressed onto his forehead and pushed him back.
“Eh I should go,” Patrick said.
“Say it in English and then you can go,” Larry grinned.
“I leave now?” Patrick said in English using a deep, slow voice, his eyes wide in that round boyish way that never ceased to tickle him. “Is this right?”
“It’s good enough I suppose,” Larry replied and he watched Patrick sit up with a groan and hop off the bed, gathering his clothes and stumbling into his pants. “What else are you going to do today?”
“I don’t know,” Patrick said. “Maybe stop by the dealership or something.”
Larry laughed. “You have a new car every month, Pat, don’t you ever get tired of showing off?”
Patrick’s smile was innocent and amused. Larry knew Patrick’s love for cars didn’t lie in the presentation but in playing with them, as if they were toys. How it seemed to everyone else probably didn’t cross his mind. “It’s not like I pay for them, Larry, they just let me drive them around, and it is good advertising for them.”
“Speaking
of advertising,” Larry said airily, “Are you filming anymore new commercials
this week? A twenty one year old boy selling financial plans
to all of
Patrick’s grin widened. “Alexandra likes my commercials, so does Mom.”
“Girls always love showing off the men they love the most,” Larry said easily. “Hence taking your little girl out to dinner tonight.” He thought of Michele’s peachy skin and kitty cat claws. He would call her up the day after tomorrow, skip practice maybe, spend a noisy, sweaty little hour with her. “You know it’s funny, she likes it a lot rougher than you, Pat.”
Patrick frowned after he had wriggled into his shirt. “What?”
“Michele,” Larry said, feeling somewhat smug, “She likes it a lot rougher than you do. I’m always so damn smooth with you babe, and with Michele, it’s like she’s asking for a boning from the devil.”
Patrick half smiled and his eyes seemed to spark somewhat dangerously. “She’s special, of course.”
“Does it bother you at all, that I still see her?” Curious.
Patrick winked with one eye, not a signal but a flutter and he wrinkled his nose. “No it doesn’t. She doesn’t sneak around with me; I know what she’s doing.” He smiled. “We share a lot of things, Larry, we’re not silly.”
Larry had heard about Patrick’s eyes, frightening some of his teammates have to death, his screams tearing through the locker room. A real shame he hadn’t been there to see it. Would he have been just as scared? He doubted it. “Does she ever get jealous of you?”
“Not that she’s spoken of,” Patrick replied and he sat on the edge of the bed and he ran his fingers through his ginger hair. “Are you trying to get at something Larry?” The sparks faded from his eyes, he seemed content and calm now.
“Not a thing,” Larry replied. “Just scientific curiosity.”
“Your scientific curiosity isn’t inconsequential,” Patrick replied. “What are you sniffing for?”
Larry rested his hands behind his head. “I’m curious how flexible the two of you are. I haven’t seen the slightest division between you two, and the weirdest shit has happened and still is. I’ve never seen a couple so, flippant and devoted at the same time. It’s quite a thing of beauty.”
Patrick lifted his eyebrows in a grimace that made him seem like an old man. “We just live one moment at a time, perhaps when we have children it’ll be different will it not? We’re just having fun now.”
Larry rolled his eyes. “You don’t need kids.”
Patrick shrugged. “You never know.”
“Aw come on!” Larry snapped, suddenly imagining Michele swollen and surrounded by babies, Patrick goofy and adoring of them. “What the hell do you need kids for? And Michele’s too skinny anyway; she has hips like a boy.”
“Well now we know what would make you jealous!” Patrick laughed.
Larry groaned and closed his eyes.
As it turned out, Larry couldn’t call Michele up by herself when he had the time. Sure he cut practice but Patrick wasn’t there either because he had been suspended for taking a two handed chop on a guy’s knee during a game. Oh that was a priceless moment to add to his future illustrious career, Robinson thought with a roll of his eyes.
Still, Michele and Patrick were young, bored and more than eager for a little romp in the morning.
Larry couldn’t enjoy himself completely however, not this morning because the thought of babies, fat little grubby babies, sat in his mind. What’s worse, Patrick brought up the damn subject, not Michele and things like that were almost a certainty when the man gets the idea. He suddenly felt a clock ticking, a desperate need and hunger for these energetic whelps.
Patrick seemed to have his fill first and he rolled away from them with a content sigh and Larry put his full concentration on Michele, wrapping his hand around her scrawny little throat and squeezing just enough to hear her cry out in her perverted little laugh. He glanced at Patrick; saw the interested, almost disgusted look on his face which encouraged Larry to squeeze harder just once more. Michele gasped and he let her go and she laughed like a delighted child.
He held onto her slim thighs tightly, wanting to leave bruises there and he looked at Patrick again and that’s when the thought crossed his mind. I could get her pregnant before him, it wouldn’t make everything better but it would at least be something, my last mark of ownership.
“Oh Larry use a condom,” Michele breathed, her eyes closed and her cheeks pink.
“Oh fuck it I’m out of em,” Larry replied and he pulled her legs around his waist and jammed into her slick body, watched her turn red and moan loudly and he leaned over her kissing her breasts and putting all of his energy into sexually goring her. Her fingers pressed into his shoulders, around the back of his neck it felt as if she were pushing him away with one hand and keeping him still with the other, her hand now on his lower back. Of course she would be on the pill, he thought, but anything is possible, he thought.
She finished quickly, with a loud almost shriek like moan, and yes she moaned his name which made Larry feel all the more invigorated and powerful and he held her limp in his arms as he prolonged his own pleasure, wanting her to be unable to walk for the next hour. And Larry glanced at Patrick, out of the corner of his eyes and he saw to his satisfaction that Patrick’s face was red, his lips seemed tight, his eyes sparking and narrowed. At least one of this couple wasn’t as generous with his lover’s charms as he professed to be. Yes, Patrick could be goaded into jealousy.
Robinson laughed and whispered in Michele’s ear as he began to finish. “You’re mine little girl.”
Michele’s eyes popped open and she pushed him off her with a mighty shove. “You’re such an ass,” she replied with a laugh and promptly turned her attentions to Patrick who gave Larry a victorious wink.
“Aw you bitch,” Larry muttered.