They cuddled for a whole hour, in which Agnes told him everything she had done that week, meetings, private conversations, her readers had been very enthusiastic and were eagerly awaiting her new novel.
Talking was so good, Dennis felt so much better that he couldn't help touching Agnes in various exciting places, until she begged him to stop.
'I'm going to jump you any moment now, I'm fast losing my self-control.'
And before she could do anything to stop him, Dennis had rung the bell over his head, and Patrick entered, so quickly he had to have been waiting by the door.
'Patrick,' he asked, 'will you take the mistress back to Guy's bed and give her some of your magic together? She's so heated I cannot even touch her breasts or her inner thighs, she needs release.'
Patrick didn't even look askance, he knew Agnes better than anyone except Dennis.
'I won't leave you all by yourself, Dennis,' Patrick objected, 'you'll feel lonely. Can't Guy please you by himself, mistress, so I can stay with Dennis?'
Agnes was rather embarrassed, they were talking about her as if she was sick or something, but the very memory of Guy touching her with heat made her pussy burn.
'I find that a very good idea, Patrick, if you don't mind. I don't want to steal your partner away from you.'
Now Patrick dared to say cheekily, 'Oh but mistress, I'm merely dying to steal your partner away from you, for an hour. I promise I'll take excellent care of Dennis while you're busy. Let me go tell Guy.'
And he was off before either of them could protest.
When he came back he was grinning from ear to ear, saying, 'Guy is waiting for you, mistress, he has missed being intimate with you, he may surprise you.
Your beloved will be in excellent hands while you are gone.'
And after a loving kiss, Agnes undressed, put on her dressing-gown, kissed Dennis once more, then left the room.
Suddenly the atmosphere changed.
Patrick became quiet, positively shy, and he almost retreated to the lazy chair they had used to watch over Dennis.
'Come sit with me, Patrick, don't be a stranger all of a sudden.
You have been my best friend for so long, you saved my life and my sanity as much as Agnes did. Do you want to cuddle a little?'
'Yes, Dennis,' was the answer, 'there is nothing I'd like more.'
'Get out of that livery then, and join me.'
Still very shy, Patrick took off his coat and put it away on the chair. He was wearing a plain shirt underneath, and tight trousers, and when he took off the shirt Dennis couldn't help releasing a sigh of envy at the sight of his naked chest. His figure was astonishing, he was like a statue of a god, a boyish, slim god, but perfectly proportioned and muscled nonetheless.
'Oh my, Patrick, you're even handsomer than I expected. Let's see the rest.'
Unable to help him, Dennis looked his fill of that fabulous body, and Patrick was bashful but also pleased to get such praise from a man he secretly considered his master. He knew better than to let him know, but he loved Dennis as much as Guy loved the mistress, and he wanted nothing more than to touch him and stroke him and yes, let him feel all the experience his years of loving a man had gained him.
The only problem was, he had no clue how far he could go with his master, which made him shy, but no less determined to one day find the exact limit of Dennis' ability to love a man.
Of course Patrick's body betrayed his feelings, but Dennis didn't raise a hair at the sight of his friend's dick standing proudly and invited him into his arms. He knew Patrick's personal scent intimately, they had been close so often, Patrick had comforted, cleaned and groomed Dennis when he was physically weak, and he still shaved him every other day, then rubbed the fragrant ointment into his friend's freshly shaven skin, putting all his tender feelings towards him in his loving ministrations.
Dennis wasn't thick, he had been in Patrick's arms often enough to know his friend loved and admired him, a feeling that was largely mutual. The number of times Patrick had held him and soothed him, when life or his past dragged him down towards despair, Dennis couldn't count them anymore.
The kisses they had shared, warm, soft, and still different from kissing Agnes, more exciting. But Dennis had never felt the inclination to make love to a man, and he still didn't, but right now he couldn't do anything active anyway, and the idea of holding his dear friend as Patrick had held Dennis so often was very appealing.
The familiar figure, with his manly scent and his very manly erection, crawled beside him under the blankets readily, and as soon as Dennis felt the warm, muscular shape against his, he felt his own dick rise instantly.
Patrick snuggled under Dennis' arm and laid his head on his chest, nuzzling and smelling his naked torso. Dennis stroked him, a magnificent feeling, such a prime specimen, Patrick's skin almost as soft as Agnes', but a solid layer of muscle under that. His touch caused Patrick to shudder, and his friend's adoring gaze made Dennis feel slightly uncomfortable.
Somehow Dennis found it in him not to protest the adulation, but to just accept it, to give Patrick what he ached for, a chance to show his adored friend his undying love and faithfulness.
As Dennis stroked his head and his face, Patrick showed his emotions clearly, and heat did make up a sizeable part of them by now.
Dennis' hands could stroke Patrick without his body suffering from the concussion, and he did so with a relish. The short hair, the handsome face, the vulnerable throat. Patrick closed his eyes and let himself be spoiled like a pet.
But Dennis felt reluctant to touch a man's privates, and he kept his hands well-clear of anything below the waist, almost afraid of what might happen if he excited his friend too much. Patrick must have seen through him instantly.
'I can control myself at all times,..Dennis, you don't have to touch me down there, but if you want to, there is no danger.
May I please touch you?'
