Patrick Five: The Past Beckons

Author's Note: I rebuilt the Starlight Theater since last chapter, so it now looks different.

Nudity, FYI

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"Get the fuck away from me, Jaxson."

I pushed past Jaxson, not wanting to talk to him. I hoped I never had to run into him again, but that was just wishful thinking on my part. It was unrealistic because I knew we both still lived in the same town, so crossing paths was most likely inevitable. Jaxson, of course, being the asshole that he was, pushed his hand against my chest, which prevented me from leaving. Sometimes I wished I had Patrick's illusion skills, so I could just make myself disappear at times like this.

"What's the matter, Emmanuel? Can't take a little constructive criticism?"

I glared at Jaxson as he hovered around me, and then turned around, refusing to look at him. I didn't know why he insisted on keeping me here, we both didn't like each other at all, at least not anymore. The only reason I could think of was that he was a huge douchebag, and that's what guys like that do.

"I don't want to talk to you, that's the matter. You never do anything but make me feel like shit, so it's no surprise I don't want to be around you."

I tried leaving again, but Jaxson, being his irritating self, grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. He stood really close to me, his face mere inches from mine. I looked away, refusing to look into his eyes. It was his eyes that had gotten me the first time, and I didn't want to fall for it again.

"Awww, come on, Emmanuel, we had some good times, didn't we?"

"Yeah, we did, until you ruined it by becoming an insufferable, egotistical piece of shit."

Jaxson put his hand over his chest like he was hurt by my words. Before, when things were different between us, I would have believed that he had some capability of feeling hurt, but now, now I saw nothing but a cold, dark chasm where his heart used to live.

"Ouch. Emmanuel, babe-"

"Don't fucking call me babe. You lost the right to call me that the day you slept with someone else."

"Oh, not this again!"

"Yes, THIS again. You hurt me, you fuck. From the way you were treating me, anyway, I don't know what the hell I expected. It's not like you appreciated me AT ALL!"

I had worked for Jaxson for about three and a half years. We fell in love, and things were great between us, both on a personal level as well as a professional level. Once he started getting more popular, the fame got to his head and he started losing respect for me, by treating me more like his assistant rather than his boyfriend.

"That is not true, you built great stuff for me, at first. But when I got more popular, babe, you just couldn't keep up."

Jaxson looked smugly at me and I wanted to punch him, but I didn't want to start a fight in the theater where I had just secured a Friday night trial gig for Patrick.

"Ugh! You piss me off. Get out of my way!"

I finally managed to push past Jaxson, storming out to the parking ramp and walking to my car. I heard him call my name while his irritating footsteps padded on the ground behind me.

"Emmanuel! Emmanuel, wait."

"Wait, what?! You called me a 'has been stagehand.' I can't 'keep up' with you, and you obviously don't like me so jus-"

I felt Jaxson put his left arm around me, pulling me towards him. I was caught off guard, so before I could react, he put his right hand on my cheek and I felt his warm lips touching mine. He sucked on my bottom lip and it reminded me of the passion that our relationship used to have. The nostalgia of being in Jaxson's arms again caused me to part my lips and kiss him back with just as much fervor as I used to have while we were dating. For those few moments, he was Jaxson, my sexy boyfriend, my Jaxson whom I fell in love with so long ago. I was breathing heavily as I put my hands around his body, wishing I could just stay like this forever. Emmanuel, what the fuck are you doing? You broke up with Jaxson for a reason, don't do this again. He's not good for you. My thoughts were trying to talk sense into me, and they were right, but I was enjoying Jaxson's kisses way too much right now. As if the universe was trying to help me out, Jaxson stopped kissing me for a minute to say a few words.

"I miss you, Emmanuel, I have since you moved out that day. I was hoping you still worked in this industry, so maybe I'd run into you again."

"How am I supposed to believe that you missed me? You didn't seem to care about me during the last few months of our relationship."

"Do you miss me?"

"Yes, sometimes I do, but I'm doing my best to move on, and I feel like I have for the most part."

Jaxson's grip around me loosened slightly and I was a bit saddened, but relieved as well because maybe my conscience would kick in and I would remember how much I hated Jaxson for being such an asshole. I moved my hand to the side of his face, while resting my other arm on his shoulder. I was very conflicted right now because I did miss him and his touch sometimes, but he had hurt me so much. He couldn't really still love me, could he?

"You moved on? You're dating someone else?"

"No. Not like that. I'm just trying to forget you."

"Emmanuel, I'm sorry. The day you left, I knew I made a mistake with that other guy. He didn't mean anything to me. I was blind to how I was treating you, but then when I woke up without you next to me the following morning, it all sank in. I realized I still loved you, but I had already lost you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The great Jaxson was apologizing? He was such a diva after he found success with his magic show. I wondered if this was all a ploy because I knew how manipulative he could be at times. I knew for now I didn't want to date him again because I was just starting to heal from the pain he brought on me, but at the same time, something about Jaxson being nice to me pulled at my heart strings. The last few months of our relationship had been strained and we were constantly at odds. All I had wanted during those times was a sign that he still had feelings for me, a kiss, a fleeting look, anything but the condescending words he kept spewing at me. Now here he was, still as handsome as ever, standing in front of me with his arms around my waist.

Jaxson moved his left hand from my waist, down my side, rubbing me suggestively. I liked his touch and the tightening in my pants begged to be released. Being pressed up against Jaxson, I knew that his feelings were mutual. Despite how our relationship had ended, I knew in my head, that tonight I wanted Jaxson. I wanted to feel wanted again, and he was giving me that at the moment. I took a chance.

"Jaxson, come to my place."

Jaxson looked shocked as his beautiful sapphire blue eyes opened wide. A smile crossed his lips, and I touched his bottom lip with my finger. I had loved his lips, they were soft, warm, and passionate. He used to gently kiss me all over my body, leaving trails of heat where his mouth came in contact with my skin. I had gotten a reminder just now of how good of a kisser he was, and I missed him.

He nodded, accepting my request, and we got into my car. As I drove, we didn't talk, but Jaxson had his hand on my thigh the entire time. I knew in the back of my mind that this was happening simply because we were both horny and familiar with each other. I had no delusions that we were going to be getting back together. However, I couldn't help but keep thinking about his apology to me. I wondered if he meant it at all.

We were barely inside the front door when I grabbed Jaxson and pressed my lips on his, sucking on his top lip, savoring the taste I had missed so much. Jaxson breathed heavily and ran his fingers through my hair while opening his mouth and giving my tongue access to his. I ran my tongue along his teeth and he grabbed my ass, pulling me close to him. He started grinding on me, and I slowly started walking in the direction of my bedroom, pushing against him. He got the hint and began walking backwards while putting his hand inside the waistband of my sweatpants.

We made it to my bedroom, and I placed my hand behind Jaxson's neck, attacking his lips with so much force that he lost his balance. I caught him with my left arm and he put his hand under my shirt, rubbing my back. I undid his tie, watching it hang loosely around his neck, then unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, rubbing his pecs with my right hand. I pinched his nipples while he moaned in appreciation. Once Jaxson regained his balance he pulled his shirt and jacket off in one fluid movement and threw his tie on the floor, kicking his shoes off as well. He lifted my shirt off my body, pulling me on the bed with him.

Seeing Jaxson shirtless turned me on even more. He was still very well built and his smile was so gorgeous. He rubbed my side, teasing me by sometimes running his fingers under the elastic of my pants. He straddled me and rubbed himself on me. I put my arms around Jaxson's neck and he rested his forehead against mine, continuing to smile at me. I was so hard I thought I would break the stitching on the front of my pants.

"Jaxson, I missed this."

"Me too, Emmanuel."

Tonight we were actually making sex fun. Shortly before Jaxson fucked that stranger, sex had become a chore, something that we did when one of us couldn't sleep, or if one of us was horny, but it was hardly ever fun anymore. Jaxson sat on my lap, giving me a mini lap dance while grabbing my ass. I unzipped his pants, undid his belt, and slid my hand inside his pants, touching his growing bulge.

"Take it out, Emmanuel, it's okay. I've missed your hands on me."

Jaxson's words made me so hot that I pulled his pants down along with his underwear, while he did the same to me. He shoved his tongue in my mouth, and I started breathing really heavily. Jaxson straddled me and lowered himself onto me. I moaned, feeling how tight he was around me. I put my arms around him and thrust my hips up while pushing him down on me. Jaxson touched my face and ran his fingers through my hair, letting his fingers massage my scalp. He stopped kissing me when he felt like he couldn't take it anymore, and then we switched positions.

I got down on my knees, and Jaxson rubbed my side, pinching my nipples. He slapped my ass a few times and then teased me with his finger, slowly. His finger felt really nice, but I was hoping he would put himself inside me soon because I was aching for him. I got my wish when Jaxson started moving around behind me, adjusting himself and then pushing into me. He was warm and he felt oh so good. Jaxson put his hand down on the front of me, stroking me with just the right level of speed to enhance what he was doing behind me. I felt Jaxson reach his climax at the same time I did and he laid on me for a few seconds to catch his breath before withdrawing himself from me. We both laid down on the bed and he pulled me towards him, kissing me and rubbing my side. I was ecstatic at that moment because I remembered how cold he used to be. He would roll over after sex and get mad if I wanted to snuggle with him afterwards. Him wanting to be close to me just now was a welcome surprise. At some point, I don't know when, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, I woke up alone, which is exactly what I thought would happen. His clothes and shoes were gone from the room, and if I had been drunk, I might have thought that I had imagined the whole thing. I was happy last night happened, and I was glad that I got to have those new, yet somehow nostalgic memories of him.

As I swung my feet over the side of the bed, I noticed a note on my nightstand that hadn't been there before. I picked it up and looked at it. It was simple and straightforward. It turns out Jaxson had no delusions about last night either.

Thanks for last night, Emmanuel.

~ Jaxs

One thing was still on my mind, however, which was, did he mean what he said when he apologized?