*Patrick POV*

I stood there. Frozen in time. I wanted to take in the moment. Every aspect of it. The way Pete stood in front of me with dark gray boxer briefs so tight that I could see the outline of his cock completely. Tattoos ran all over his golden tan skin. He was muscular. Not too muscular, but in a way that says, "Hello, I'm a great cuddler, but if you mess with my boyfriend I'll beat you senseless."

I was being self conscious again. I used my arms to cover up my exposed chest and abdomen. Pete walked toward me. He pulled my arms off of my body and around his. He wrapped his arms around my neck. Then gently kissed my lips.

I whimpered when he let go. He asked me, "Have you ever done this before?"

I looked away from him, "Actually no.... It hasn't been all that long since I realized I was gay and came out. I haven't really hit it off with anyone before you."

He smiled, "I'll guide you the entire time. No worries. I'm going to make this the best time for you or at least I will try my best."

He slowly pulled down my pants. He stood up and whispered, "Before we start, are you ready for this?"

I nodded slightly, "I think I-I am ready."

A smile crept on his face, "Innocent virgin is so fucking hot on you."

I smiled a little and started blushing. He led me to the bed. Before sliding under the covers he kicked off his boxers. I followed in his lead and did the same motion. He smiled, "You're good at following instructions."

Pete rolled over top of me. He began kissing me, biting my lip for his tongue's entrance. My breath was taking away when both of our bulges were touching. He began straddling me. My hard grew more and more with the way his hips grinded against mine. We were taking it slow. I liked it slow, but I wanted him. I wanted to know what it was like for our two bodies to connect in the most innocent and forbidden way possible.

Suddenly we were interrupted by loud blaring music coming from the other room. My heart beat quickened from being so startled. I couldn't even tell what the song was. Pete shrugged it off, "Looks like we are going to make love to whatever the hell this piano music is."

I laughed, "It's kind of beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you," Pete said.

He started nibbling at my neck. Then he moved down lower, kissing every inch of the way. He kissed just above my cock. He asked, "So are you sure you are ready? Do you trust me?"

I said, "I trust you. I have always trusted you. I'm ready, Pete."

He smiled and then made a gesture for me to turn over. I couldn't see what he was doing. Then I could tell exactly once I felt it penetrate into me. He started with one finger, then two. He repeated the same action with his third, but hesitated and asked, "Does it hurt?"

I shook my head. It was a pleasuring pain. Then there went in the third finger. When he pulled his fingers out I could feel a burning pain. It was worth it for the enticing moment coming so very soon. He kissed me before he entered me.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

I didn't.

I stayed in the position I was, never moving. I wondered if I was doing something wrong. I started moaning when he went in as far as he could. I could feel his hips touching my skin. He pulled back and went full forward again. I was moaning by now. I wanted to ask if that was supposed to happen, but I figured I'd ruin the moment.

The feeling was indescribable. My mind couldn't grasp the fact that Pete and I's bodies were connected. Pete kept repeating the same motion until we both came. Which happened at the same time. We were both out of breath. He was the one who did all of the work, but taking in all of that was something else...

I asked in between breathing intervals, "Are we both supposed to come at the same time?"

He asked, "Wait we did?"

I nodded. He smiled with his eyes closed, "That's never happened before, but I love it."

I smiled and asked, "Should I um...try now?"

He chuckled, "Your adorableness is killing me. You can do it only if you want to."

I nodded, "I-I think I want to."

He guided me into position. I felt extremely lucky to have a guy like him for my first time. He was really understanding and caring. I really loved him and trusted him.

*Ryan POV*

It happened so quickly. With just one sentence, "I need you, Bren," and then suddenly he's readying himself for sex. He was fast. I think he wanted me just as much as I want him.

He was already sucking on his fingers, ready to untighten me. I could feel them go in. He said, "Damn Ryan, you're so tight."

"It's been awhile," I moaned.

It was an evocative moment. It brought back the vague drunken memory of when Brendon and I first had sex. It was rougher then though...

He repeatedly pushed in and out until he felt I was ready enough. Personally I could stay like this for hours. Let's just say Brendon had a way with his hands...and fingers. He knew just the right erotic areas all over my entire body.

I felt him slowly push into me. He was such a tease with the way he'd come in just a little bit and then pull out. I moaned with pleasure once I felt his cock come into me completely. I moaned quite loudly.

I said, "Before we continue should we put on music of some sort? To block out my um loud moans?"

He nodded and began playing his music loudly. It was the same song we were dancing to in the kitchen. In between all of this he was still halfways into me. I begged for him to start moving his hips again.

He didn't disappoint.

He pushed in completely. I moaned, "Oh yeah right there." He did the same motion. When he found something I like he continued with it.

He reached from behind me and started a trail with his fingertips, gently touching the skin of my hips down to my dick. My head rolled back onto his shoulder with the pleasure of all the motions he was doing at once. He was a damn good multi-tasker.

As he stroked my cock I came.

Right into his hands too. He followed not long at all after. Right when he did he kissed me. Our lips crashed against each other like the waves that crash onto the ocean shore.

We collapsed onto the bed, but our lips never left each other. We were two inseparable puzzle pieces. I let go of him for a second and whispered, "Sex with you was everything I could have ever imagined."

He smiled, "Oh kiss me." And I did. Over and over. He was this hurricane. This crazy wonderfully eccentric hurricane. We are a hurricane, together. By myself, I'm just a drizzle alone in the weather. Together, dropping our anchors in a storm.

I needed Brendon to make my heart whole. I needed him to create a wonderfully ecentric hurricane with me. He completed me in the way the last puzzle piece completes a 1,000 piece puzzle. He wasn't just a normal piece alone in the crowd. He was the one missing. The one that fit my heart perfectly. I loved him more than life itself. If he wasn't apart of my puzzle then I didn't want to be alive. I didn't deserve to breathe the same air as my soul mate when I couldn't even call him mine. Pete and I had a problem with broken hearts. Next time our hearts break...our lungs will just give out too.

As I lay here kissing the love of my life I could only contemplate whether he'd be mine forever...

*****

*Pete POV*

Tonight with Patrick was amazing...

He was amazing...

It surprised me that it was his first time for how great he was. I promised him that because of the night we had he could pick anything he wanted to do after. He chose a night time walk on the beach. We walked for awhile. Up until 1 am.

Now we were laying in the sand, miles away from home, staring at the stars in the sky.

We were holding hands, but haven't talked that much the entire time. Then he spoke with his eyes closed, "I wanted to make this last as long as possible. I didn't know how long that would be. I hoped for forever, but things never pan out according to my hopes and dreams..."

He was worrying me.

"Pattycakes, what are you talking about..?"

"What a cruel world it is where people can only realize they love someone once they are gone."

"What's wrong, babe?"

"You're ex. She called today. When I answered she thought it was you. You were in the shower. She poured her heart out saying her current boyfriend didn't work out and how she wanted to get back with you because she realized she is in love with you. What a cruel world for someone to realize their love for someone else once they are gone. Isn't it?"

I swallowed hard. I can't believe she had the nerve to call. After everything I went through, hell doesn't even come close to what I went through with her. A pregnancy was her last trick to make me fall under her spell again. Ryan has already helped me through her tricks before, but confessing her "love" for me is a new way for her wanting her fuck buddy back.

I shook my head, "And right you are, Patrick."

I intertwined his fingers with mine and said, "Thank God I realized my love for you before I might lose you."

He turned his head and smiled at me. He had thought I might go back with her, but I wouldn't leave an amazing guy like Patrick for a using-soul-sucking-bitch like herself.

He whispered, "You'll never lose me. I can't imagine a reason that I would ever want to leave you. I can't ever imagine a time I wouldn't want to be with you, to be in your arms. If there ever comes a day we can't be together, keep me in your heart I'll stay there forever."

I smiled and a tear fell from my eye and rolled down my cheek. I wanted him to stay in my heart forever. It's where he belonged.

I whispered, "If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus one day so I never have to live without you."

He sighed happily as he laid his head back down, "It may be strange that I love these quotes, but they will never be any less meaningful."

I agreed, "Never."

He asked, "What day is it?"

"Today."

"My favorite day."

I smiled, "I was hoping you'd say that."

He rolled over on top of me and kissed me. I focused on the stars. I believed in an infinity and beyond. I pondered whether my endeavor has come to an end of finding my whoever, whoever he may be.

I strongly believed my whoever was Patrick. I wanted to have an infinity and beyond with him under the night sky because I believed he was my whoever.

He gave me my infinity in this moment.

I hope I gave him his.