So, here we go with the first chapter of Patches 4. What better way to start the book than with a smut chapter, right? ObsessedwithTidam has been begging for this. Here ya go, Buddy. Hope you like it.

!!! SMUT WARNING !!!

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"Good night, Pumpkin." Tim whispers after he lays the storybook aside. "Did you say your prayers?"

"Yep, I pwayed dat tangs get betta fo you. Dat you can be happy again." Adam says with a nod as he hugs his favorite 'blanky' to his chest.

"Thank you, Sweetie. I need all the help I can get." Tim manages to smile through misty eyes. He leans down and kisses the man-child on the forehead. "Sweet dreams." He whispers softly.

Tim gets up and heads for the door. Turning the lights off, he glances back around at Adam. The nightlight gave a soft light to the room so he could clearly see the blonde snuggling with his blanket. He steps out into the hallway pulling the door to behind him.

It had been a very long day. He was physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted.

His divorce was finally over. He was a free man once again. He should be happy. He should be celebrating. He had a full five minutes and thirty-five seconds of rejoicing before Jenika attacked him with words that cut deep into his soul.

He goes downstairs to see what the others were doing. He walks into the living room and sees Patch and Kirstie snuggled under a blanket together as they watch a movie. Kevin and Tori were curled up on the love seat together, kissing and whispering softly to each other.

Tim suddenly felt like a fifth wheel. Was this how Kevin felt before Tori entered his life? He felt alone. An outcast. It was a very awkward feeling. One that he didn't like at all.

"Kit? Uh.. Where's Chance?" Tim asks. Thankful that his voice did not fail him.

"I think he went to his room." Kirstie answers as she glances up at Tim noticing the almost panicked look in his eyes. "Tim? Are you alright?"

"Yeah." Tim gives a quick nod before turning and heading back to the elevator. "What the hell is happening to me?" Tim whispers as he leans against the wall of the elevator as tears roll down his cheeks. He felt as if he was losing his mind.

As the elevator door opens, he limps down the hall to his bedroom. Taking his glasses off and tossing them on the dresser, he turns and looks at himself in the mirror. He felt disgusted at what he saw.

"He'll never love you again, you fat son of a b*tch." Tim says as he stares at himself in the mirror.

"Tim?" Chance says as he slowly walks up behind him. "Honey, why would you say that?"

Tim hangs his head not giving Chance an answer.

"Tim, look at me." Chance says as he takes Tim by the arm and turns him to face him. "What has that b*tch done to you?"

"Maybe she opened my eyes." Tim answers quietly.

"No. What she did do was brainwash you. She's making you believe the way she wants you to. She wants to destroy you. She wants you unhappy." Chance says as he rubs his thumb across his ex-lover's cheek. "I'm not going to let that happen."

"Then prove to me that you still find me attractive. Make love to me." Tim says in a soft voice. His words had come so suddenly that he was even surprised at what he had requested. "I need to know."

"Honey, you've always been beautiful to me. Even more so now." Chance says as he brushes Tim's hair back behind his ear. "But I thought you were wanting to take it slow?"

"Screw that. I need you, Chance." Tim says as he leans in and kisses the bearded man softly. "Make love to me." He whispers into the kiss. "Please."

Something stirred inside of Chance. He had never seen or heard Tim be so desperate for affection. Practically begging to be loved.

Chance places his hands on both sides of Tim's face as he deepens the kiss.

Tim whimpers slightly as he grabs the front of Chance's shirt with both hands. Chance took that opportunity to slide his tongue into Tim's mouth. Tim gently sucks on his ex's tongue as he is guided back toward the bed.

Chance breaks the kiss but stares into Tim's eyes as he slowly starts to unbutton Tim's shirt. Tim hangs his head as if he were embarrassed for Chance to see him without a shirt.

"You're so beautiful." Chance says softly, kissing along Tim's jawline as he continues to unfasten the shirt Tim was wearing, sliding it off his shoulders and onto the floor. "Do you have supplies?" He whispers next to Tim's ear.

"I, uh, I have lube but I .. I didn't have any reason to ... have condoms." Tim says as he closes his eyes. Chance's hot breath on his neck was giving him feelings that he hasn't felt in a long time.

"I promise I will be as gentle as possible. I don't want to hurt you." Chance says as he gently rubs his thumb across Tim's cheek. "I know it's been a long time since you've been with a man."

"Umm, not exactly." Tim says quietly.

"What? You've been with a man since you and Jenika have been together?" Chance asks.

"Uh, not exactly." Tim answers again.

"Okay, Sugar, you have me totally confused." Chance chuckles softly.

"Well, I really missed being, you know, being with a man." Tim says with a shrug. "So I bought a vibrator and kept it hidden. I'd use it quite often whenever I took a shower. So I don't think I'll need much prep."

"I'll be right back. I'm going to my room to get a condom." Chance says as he kisses Tim on the cheek before leaving the room.

Tim's heart raced as he finished getting undressed down to his boxers. Was he sure he wanted to do this? He knew, in his heart, that he still loved Chance but was it too early for this to be happening? He closes his eyes and thought back to the passionate love that they once made. How complete it made him feel. He smiles slightly, yes, he did need this. He did need Chance.

"What are you smiling about, Cutie?" Chance says as he gently caresses Tim's cheek.

"Just thinking." Tim smiles and shakes his head.

"Would you be more comfortable without your prosthetic?" Chance asks.

"Yeah, but I didn't know if you would." Tim says as he glances down at his leg.

Without a word, Chance begins to remove the prosthetic. Laying it aside, he raises up and begins to undress. Tim could not tear his eyes away from Chance's body. The desire and need for this man rose to new heights.

"If, at any time, you want to stop, just let me know." Chance says softly as he crawls into bed beside Tim.

"Just love me." Tim whispers before pulling Chance down into a passionate kiss.

Chance had waited so long for this moment. His love for Tim had never died. This was his moment to show the brown-eyed man just how much he really loved him.

Tim moans softly as Chance's hand roams slowly over his body.

"God, you're so beautiful." Chance whispers, nibbling on Tim's earlobe as he palms his crotch through the thin fabric of Tim's boxers.

"That feels so good." Tim says as he squirms beneath the bearded man.

"I want to make you feel good." Chance says as he slips off Tim's boxers. He gently runs a finger up and down Tim's erection.

"Ohhhhh." Tim whines as his body shivers from Chance's teasing. "Chance....Please."

"You want more?" Chance asks as he grabs the lube and coats one of his fingers.

"I..I want more." Tim nods. His heavy breathing and soft moans were letting Chance know that he was definitely ready for more.

Chance circles Tim's entrance with his finger before slowly inserting it.

"Oh, my God." Tim groans as he grabs his head. He had missed this feeling so much. His body trembled with the need for more.

Chance begins to slowly work his finger in and out. He leans down and kisses the head of Tim's prick.

"OH, SH*T!!" Tim yells out before quickly covering his mouth.

Chance chuckles as he takes the throbbing prick into his mouth. Tim thrush his hips up to meet Chance's movements.

Tim felt himself quickly nearing his release. He had hoped to last longer but Chance always knew what to do to send him over the edge.

"Chance, I fixing to cum." Tim says through heavy breathing.

Chance pulls the cock from his mouth and smiles up at his ex.

"Cum is such an ugly word. I prefer 'Creme de la Penis'." Chance chuckles.

Tim raises his head and gives Chance a 'What the f*ck' look causing the bearded man to laugh.

Chance proceeds with his blow job as he curls his finger inside of Tim. He hears a muffled scream coming from his ex. He glances up to see him covering his face with a pillow to muffle his screams.

Tim releases the hot 'creme de la penis' and Chance swallows every drop. He himself was having to control his release. He didn't want to rush this. Chance wanted it slow and meaningful. He raises up and smiles at Tim as he licks his lips.

"Holy crap." Tim breaths as he covers his face with his hands.

"I'm not done yet, Sweetie." Chance says as he reaches for the condom. Slipping on the condom, he positions himself between Tim's legs.

"Give it to me." Tim says with a tired smile.

Chance begins to push himself slowly inside.

"That definitely feels different from than the vibrator." Tim groans as he grabs onto Chance's biceps.

Chance stops to give Tim time to get adjusted to the feeling.

"You okay?" Chance asks as he leans down to kiss his lover softly on the lips.

"I'm fine. Don't stop." Tim whispers.

He tried his best to take it slow and easy but Tim's groans of pleasure were not making it easy for him.

Chance slides his arms up under Tim's shoulder and begins to kiss and nibble on his neck as he begins to thrust in and out of his lover.

"Oh, my God. That feels so good." Tim whimpers as he thrust his hips up to meet Chance's. His ex-wife no longer haunted his mind. Only the renewed passion that he was feeling for the man that was making love to him.

"Baby, I'm fixing to cum." Chance moans next to Tim's ear.

"Don't you mean creme de la penis." Tim says as he runs his nails down Chance's back.

"Oh, shut up." Chance groans as his body tenses up from a much-needed release. He grunts loudly as he thrusts in one last time.

Tim moans in pleasure as he feels Chance's dick jerk inside of him. Chance falls exhausted on top of his lover. Both trying to catch their breath.

He slowly pulls out earning a groan from the man beneath him. He discards the used condom and lays down next to Tim, pulling him into his arms.

"Any regrets?" He asks as he kisses Tim on the forehead.

Tim lays his head on his lover's chest and smiles as he closes his tired eyes.

"None whatsoever." He whispers as he doses off to sleep.

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And there you have it. The divorce is final. Tim and Chance have renewed their love. Now, we can continue with the cuteness of Patches and his pirate buddy, Adam.

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