Sean cursed as he dropped his keys on the landing, making a mental note to call the manager's office in the morning so the broken light could be replaced. Fumbling in the dark, he finally found them and with shaking hands, opened the door to his apartment and walked in. He dropped his gym bag near the door and walked to the counter, setting down his food. It was almost midnight and he was tired, hungry and cold.

His jacket was tossed across the room, landing on the chair as he switched on the kitchen light. Sean made his way to the bedroom, stripping off his wet clothes and pulling on a pair of Dave's sweats and an old t-shirt. He went about his usual routine - checking the answering machine for messages, briefly looking through the pile of junk mail that had accumulated over the last few days. Finally, he turned on the TV to hear the late-night weather report as he ate his dinner.

Tomorrow was going to suck just as bad as today, he thought to himself as he heard the forecast for snow in the morning and rain at night. Mother Nature truly was a bitch, he decided. She couldn't decide if it was gonna be winter or spring and he was beginning to get tired of it. He pulled the pickles off his Big Mac, looking again at the answering machine.

He cursed the little red light, which was still not flashing. He wondered where Dave was, why he hadn't called. Maybe he got caught in the snowstorm they were talking about. Maybe his plane was delayed and hadn't made it home yet. Maybe he was… Sean shook his head, refusing to let that last thought form completely in his mind. No longer hungry, he tossed the remainder of his food into the trash, noticing that he needed to empty it. He cursed again, discovering he was out of trash bags to replace the full one in the can.

With a heavy sigh, he wrote that one his growing shopping list and grumbled that he would have to go to the store the next day. Sean turned off the TV and was making his way to the door to check the locks when a soft knock made him jump. He stopped, looking at the door. He looked out the peephole, again cursing the darkness outside. He could see a huge shadow blocking any view. And then, he heard the deep voice outside, singing and he laughed out loud.

"When Irish eyes are smiling, sure it's like a morning spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter, you can hear the angels sing." Sean opened the door, shaking his head as Dave stuck out his hand, holding a bunch of green carnations. He had a goofy grin plastered on his face as Sean took the flowers and stepped back, allowing Dave to enter. Dave held his arms out to the side, singing loudly as Sean closed the door.

"When Irish hearts are happy, all the world seems bright and gay. And when Irish eyes are smiling, sure they steal your heart away." As he finished the song, Dave reached out and pulled Sean close to him, his lips closing over Sean's mouth in a heated kiss. Sean's hand went to the back of Dave's head, holding him close as their tongues danced together.

Dave broke the kiss, taking the flowers from Sean and entering the kitchen. He opened a couple of cabinets before finding a tall glass that he filled with water. Dave spent a couple of minutes arranging the carnations in the glass before sitting it on the counter. Sean just stood there, watching his lover. Dave walked toward him, smiling. He wrapped his arms around Sean's waist and Sean rested his head on Dave's shoulder.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of his lover. A smile slowly crossed his face as he felt Dave's hand smoothly glide down his back and come to rest on his ass. Sean was about to say something when he felt a sharp pinch. His head flew up quickly, looking deep into Dave's twinkling eyes. "What the hell did you do that for?" he asked as Dave laughed, pointing to the clock.

"It's St. Patrick's Day, Seany," he replied. Sean looked at him, confused. "You aren't wearing green, sweetheart," he continued as Sean shook his head. "That means I get to pinch you." Sean took a step back and studied the big man before reaching out and grabbing his chest, lightly pinching a nipple. "No fair, Seany," Dave said, shaking his head.

"You ain't wearin' green either, man," Sean said as Dave took a step toward him. Dave raised an eyebrow, smiling seductively. "You sure about that?" he asked, his voice dropping slightly. Dave removed his jacket, then pulled his shirt over his head, tossing both onto the chair. Sean stood there, watching as Dave continued to strip, his eyes growing darker with need.

Dave kicked off his shoes, then slowly popped the button on his jeans, pulling the zipper down. Sean smiled as he saw the dark green underwear encasing Dave's hard cock. "You know," Dave said as his jeans hit the floor, "if you pinch somebody on St. Patrick's Day, and they're wearing green, you have to give them a kiss." Sean's eyes were riveted to the bulge in Dave's briefs and the growing wet spot from his leaking cock.

"Gladly," Sean said as he dropped to his knees and pulled Dave's hips forward, his hands sliding the cotton down to release Dave's hard-on. Dave closed his eyes as he reached down and ran a hand through Sean's hair, gripping him tightly as Sean's lips closed over his cock and began to slide up and down. Sean began to hum the song Dave was singing earlier, sending chilling vibrations straight through him.

Sean sucked Dave's cock into the back of his throat, causing Dave's hips to thrust forward. Sean continued his relentless sucking and caressing, smiling at the incoherent muttering passing through Dave's lips. When Dave's hand tightened in his hair, pulling Sean away from his cock, Sean looked up and pouted. "Whatcha do that for?" he asked as Dave tried to catch his breath.

"Not yet," Dave whispered hoarsely. "I wanna cum inside you." Sean smiled as Dave pulled him up, kissing him roughly. Sean wrapped his hand around Dave's cock, continuing to stroke him as they kissed. Dave broke away from Sean's lips just long enough to pull his shirt off, before ripping his pants down. His eyes twitched slightly as Sean stared at him and he knew…

Grabbing Dave's shoulders, Sean threw him on the couch, pouncing on him like a wildcat. Dave moaned as Sean ground their erections against each other, biting at every inch of flesh he could get his teeth on. An unearthly growl came from Dave's lips as he grabbed Sean and flipped them over, pinning Sean's shoulders to the couch. "So that's how you want it, huh?" he asked as he squeezed Sean's cock in his fist, jerking it fast and hard.

Sean bit his lip, then smiled as Dave leaned down and licked the droplets of blood away. Dave fumbled blindly for his jacket, reaching into the pocket and pulling out a tube of lotion. He took Sean's earlobe between his teeth, sucking hard on it as he tried to open the tube with one hand. Sean grabbed it, twisting off the top and throwing it to the floor. He took Dave's hand and squeezed the creamy white liquid onto his palm.

Dave ran a couple of fingers through it, then slid them into Sean's ass roughly. Sean gasped, the mixture of pleasure and pain turning him on even more. As he scissored his fingers inside Sean, Dave wrapped his lips around Sean's cock, dragging his teeth along the sides. Sean yelped as Dave nibbled lightly on the head, causing more of that same sensation to run through his veins. There was nothing gentle about Dave's fingers fucking his ass, or his teeth raking the sensitive flesh of his cock, but Sean couldn't have cared any less about that.

When Dave leaned back on his knees, quickly coating his cock with the lotion, Sean moved from underneath him. Dave started to protest until Sean grabbed him, pulling him from the couch. Sean walked over to the kitchen counter and leaned against it, slowly moving his hips from side to side. Dave growled, grabbing Sean's hips and thrusting himself inside the tightness of Sean's ass. Sean screamed out, moving one foot to the stool next to him to allow Dave better access.

Dave's hands gripped his hips tightly, pounding into him over and over. Sean reached for the edge of the counter, holding on tightly as he tightened his muscles around Dave's throbbing cock buried inside him. Dave growled again, shifting slightly so that the head of his cock was brushing against Sean's prostate with every deep, hard thrust.

Sean reached one hand down between his legs, grabbing Dave's balls in his palm and massaging them as Dave continued to thrust into him. looking back over his shoulder, Sean had to smile at the beauty of his lover's face - eyes closed, head back, the most feral growls escaping his lips. Dave reached for Sean's cock and had his hand slapped away. "Not that way," Sean managed to choke out. The throbbing in his cock was killing him, but he had other plans for it.

Sean felt Dave stiffen behind him, every muscle in his body going taut as he screamed out Sean's name, filling him with his release. Sean didn't even give him time to recover before reaching back and pulling Dave's cock from him. he turned, picking Dave up and almost throwing him on the kitchen counter. Sean wiped the sticky cum from Dave's cock, before shoving his fingers inside.

"Fuck!" Dave screamed and Sean smiled. "In a minute, sweetheart," he said with a wicked grin. "In a minute." Dave panted heavily as Sean worked his fingers in and out, stretching him enough for what was to come. He moved his thumb, stroking the skin at the base of Dave's balls, pressing in toward his fingers. Dave half moaned, half screamed at the intense pressure on his sweet spot.

After a moment, when Dave began to beg Sean to fuck him, Sean smiled. "Whatever you want, sweetheart," he said as he slid the head of his cock inside Dave. "You," Dave choked. "Fuck. Hard." Sean chuckled, loving the fact that he had reduced his lover to single syllable words and grunts. Like the wild beasts they were, Sean slammed into Dave over and over, not giving him any time to adjust.

As he felt his balls tighten, Sean grabbed Dave's hips and sat back on the barstool, pulling Dave into his lap. Dave gripped Sean's shoulders hard enough to leave bruises as he started riding Sean's cock, slamming down harder and harder. Sean leaned back and they both fell off the stool, landing hard on the floor. Before Dave had a chance to ask if Sean was okay, Sean grabbed him, pulling him down for a hard kiss.

Dave grunted then began to ride Sean once again, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Sean grabbed his hips, thrusting up hard as he screamed his release. Dave collapsed onto Sean's chest, trying to catch his breath and not pass out at the same time. after a few minutes, Dave sat up, slowly moving off Sean to lay next to him on the floor. Sean reached back and gingerly fingered the lump on the back of his head.

"I think I'm concussed," he said, making Dave laugh. "It's your own fault, sweetheart," Dave pointed out. "I didn't tell you to lean back on that damn stool." Sean nodded as he sat up, wincing. "Think I broke my back too," he said. Dave looked at him then down at the bruise beginning to form on his own knees. "We look like we just went 10 rounds with Tyson and came out on the losing end."

Sean chuckled as he got up, reaching down to help Dave up as well. As they embraced, Sean winced again, holding onto his lower back. Dave frowned. "How the hell are you going to explain this one, baby?" he asked. Sean shrugged. "I'll tell 'em the truth," he said, smiling. "Some big dude attacked me." Dave smiled then helped Sean into the bedroom.

"Guess that isn't a total lie," Dave said has he pulled back the blankets and slid under the covers, pulling Sean close. "Then again, I can use the same excuse," he whispered in Sean's ear, smiling. Both men had closed their eyes and were drifting off when Sean turned to Dave. "Hey man," he said, poking Dave's chest. Dave opened one eye and looked at his lover. "Hmmm," he grunted. "You forgot to kiss me goodnight," Sean replied with a silly grin on his face. "It's St. Patrick's Day…and I am Irish, after all."