: Saintsmourn - Nicholas & Patrick :

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Nicholas Kirkland (Nicky to those who he considered friends) was at this moment finishing up the last of his reading for his college classes. In the little dorm-room that himself and Patrick shared, it was a muddle of books and random objects that they'd collected. Not only that but also bits and bobs of their friendship tied into neat little nostalgic notes.

The last rays of the sun was streaming in through the window and he was poised, feet crossed on desk and balancing barely on the back two legs-- precarious yes, and honestly he knew that he should not really be doing this. Coordination be damned, he'd never worried about it before despite the bumps and bruises he regularly got because he was perennially distracted.

It was almost time for Patrick to come home from his late evening classes and then they'd start their foraging for dinner.

After that, well the evening was still young and there was trouble to be had. All of which he looked forward to, after all Patrick had for as long as he remembered, been his favorite partner in crime.. they had grown up together and they had a special bond.

As close as brothers, except not quite-- and honestly? Nicholas was glad for that.

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[giveeverything]

Trick would have been happy to keep that hand in his as a reminder and evidence that Nicky was indeed alive and okay and not being murdered by some demonic entity with his own rosary. He appreciated the joke, the attempt at normalcy and brushing aside the genuinely worrying moments that had just passed.

"Yup. The big guns. No other choice."

That was just how that would work. Patrick was already running through it in his head, the precautions they would take and what they could properly arm themselves with so that they did not get their asses thrown around again.

Wordless, Trick unzipped and shrugged out of his hoodie before draping it over Nicky's shoulders. "Let's go. Cocoa and shitty Netflix horror movies await. We can still salvage our Friday night."

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Why did this give Nicholas a warm feeling deep inside, the touch of Trick had always been treasured but there was an added thrill to it, like little motes of warmth running a trail up and down his skin. He should have noticed it but perhaps he was just too happy to be alive? It was hard not to cuddle up into Trick, instead he pulled Trick's hoodie around his own shoulders and was immediately awash in the scent of cologne.

Oh no, this was nice.

"I am sure that Jella will be happy to see us too.. likely was not expecting us back so soon." Netflix and Chill sounded like a great idea, and he managed to look right off to the side, and viewing the profile that was quite chiseled and highly attractive. His best friend had always been attractive but he was rather infinitely aware of him.

"We'll come back and raze this place to the ground... later."

[giveeverything]

Trick was unaware of any new turmoil happening in his best friend, even if he was paying very close attention to Nicky right now. He was mostly worried that the other man might have a concussion after getting smashed by a door and dropped from where he'd been dangled by a rosary.

He snorted at the mention of the cat. "Yeah, she'll be happy to have her dad back in one piece. I'm sure she'll have claimed your lap within seconds." ...he wasn't jealous of a cat or anything. That'd be really dumb and a hopelessly in love pining simp thing to do.

A glance over his shoulder as they made their way out of the house, back at it with narrowed eyes. "We will. ...I'm just glad you're all right."

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There were aches and pains, but he was feeling rather good for being dropped and kicked around-- all things considered. It was something that some ibuprofen could fix, along with hot chocolate and cuddling on the couch. Wait, was he thinking that? Oh he had entertained the thought of cuddling with Trick, but it had never resonated so sharply and almost took the wind out of his solar-plexus.

Perhaps it was just the adrenaline that was surging through him, yeah-- that was surely it.

All those stupid danger hormones that men were so fond of inhaling like fine grade cocaine.

"Yeah, I'm glad too." he admitted as he did not stray too far from the other man's side. On the way out he had fetched his own backpack and then shunted the trash boxes of their leftover fish feast into the garbage of one of the neighbors bins; then they were on a walk back in the crisp and cooler than normal evening. "I actually don't feel too bad? I am sure I'm ladled with bruises however, guess I will survey the damage when we get back to the dorm."

[giveeverything]

"Adrenaline is a hell of a drug, Nicky." That was what he would chalk the feeling fine to, because he was sure Nick was a mess of bruises at a minimum after that. But they were fine. They were both alive and walking out of that place, so it was fine.

The world could go on turning because Nicky was all right.

He glanced over at him and shook his head with a smile. It took all the willpower he had not to reach out for Nicky's hand right now, given how shaken up he felt after what they'd just experienced. When they finally made it back to their building and, thankfully, their room, he waited for both of them to be inside before shutting the door and slumping back against it. "Fuck me, that was a hell of a night."

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Why did the term 'fuck me' coming out of Trick spark something within him, it was something that felt almost feverish; especially as he stepped in and then he watched Trick all but drape himself against the door; that athletic body. And for a moment Nicky had a rogue thought of what it would feel like for the other man to cover him.

He could not help the hitched breath that came to his own body, though he went to shrug off his own jean jacket and then tossed it on his bed, then seeing Jella curled up there, giving a little tail fwip vibrate in excitement which he did move to pet her. A soft smile and then he glanced over his shoulder at Trick.

"I'm gonna shed some layers.. you mind checking for bruises, bro?"

[giveeverything]

Ah right yes. His pathetically huge crush on his best friend was not coming back to bite him right now, when his bro announced he was going to strip and ask Trick to look him over. Such a very bro thing that was not plunging Patrick straight into another round of gay panic.

This was fine.

He was, however, concerned enough that despite the fact that it would be his own personal hell, he was eager to check Nicky over to make sure he really was all right. "Yup. I'll get the first aid kit. Do you want the Spiderman bandaids or the Halloween ones?"

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Nicky was already stripping down, the band shirt he had worn underneath jean jacket was tugged up and over his torso, revealing a chest that was pale with a few freckles here and there though they were faint almost like someone had splattered honey on his skin, like a warm golden.

And there was that hair that scattered over his chest and then bisected his stomach with a line that led all the way downward across navel until it widened and then disappeared right underneath a band of underwear. He was already turning toward the mirror to look at himself, "I think I'm bruised on my back?"

And then,

"Spiderman..." without a doubt.

[giveeverything]

Yup. There was Nicky stripping. The universe was testing him. Patrick took a steadying breath and grabbed up the first aid kit they'd put together. Given how accident prone Nicky was, and the fact that the two of them had dangerous terrible hobbies, it was used a lot. There were a lot of very specific strange bits and bobs in there. Holy water. Rune-carved talismans, a collection of herbs and dried flowers, crystals.

For now, Trick would start with the traditional first aid.

"And your ass," Trick reminded him, as the little gay devil on his little gay shoulder took control for a moment, and the equally gay angel on his other shoulder did not bother to intervene.

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"Ah yes, you reminded me-- my ass." And then Nicky glanced over his shoulder at the other guy with a glimmer to his eyes even as he started to strip right out of those jeans. Yes, the gay angel and demon were going to get a show and only at a little prompting from his best friend-- off shimmied the jeans and then it was him in his black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his ass.. you know the one with the bruises.

He was quite prepared for Trick to tell him to put his pants back on maybe?

Braced for it really.

Unfortunately he was not watching his mouth and said quite conversationally. "My ass has hit the ground so many times, it probably needs some TLC?"

[giveeverything]

No. No it was not even remotely fair for Nicky to give him that coy over-the-shoulder glance like that. What the actual fuck was that about. It had Patrick's heart slamming against his ribcage like it was intent on acting like he was a cartoon character and beating in a heart-shaped explosion out of his chest. He swallowed and desperately tried to play it cool as Nicky just dropped his jeans.

He'd seen the other man change before. Hell, he'd seen him naked before, but there was something oddly charged about this evening, and he didn't know what to make of it.

"My poor baby. Do you need me to kiss it better?" And Trick's mouth was also unsupervised apparently because that was not something he should have said given how much he wanted that. ...though he wanted to bite that ass just as much as kiss it, so really not the best first aid.

[dangernerd]

Oh no, that made him feel a certain way, the intense look in Tricks eyes that he could feel on his back, they were absolutely potent in a way that he could not deny; halfway threat and halfway promise and gods, Nicky would've been delighted with either.

The thing was that Nicky had adrenaline and testosterone still running through him, it was the haunted house feeling surge that usually powered through him when it came to the paranormal. No fear, only a sense of exhiliration that was fueled by the 'we're still alive' concept' but there was also a secret third option and that was a honey rolling through his blood.

That may have informed his next response to his best friend.

"I don't know Trick, it seems all you're doing is threatening me with a good time." Nicky also could not believe that he was saying this but he did look at Trick discreetly over his shoulder and hooked his fingers lightly against the hem of his underwear though he did not pull them down.

It was true though that this moment was highly charged by many things that were swifting rushing down the current of beyond their control.

[giveeverything]

Nicky was still looking at him in that fucking sultry way and saying the most absurd things because there was no way that Nicky was serious. Patrick was smart enough to know that. He was. But oh god his heart and his brain did not always communicate well, and the phone line between his brain and his dick had clearly been disconnected for nonpayment at this point.

His breath caught, audibly, and it took far longer than it should have to shake himself out of it and manage a laugh. Haha. Funny joke. The funniest bro joke. Just very platonic non-sexually charged things that didn't have Trick wanting to sink straight to his knees.

"So... you definitely got a concussion, huh?"

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It was like something within him was feeding off of Trick's.. whatever the energy was that was coming off of his best friend; exulting in it-- wanted to lap it up and consume it. And the more that Trick's voice lowered to that husky quality, the more he wanted to continue on and see just how far he could push the other man. This did not feel cruel when he wanted this, something inside-- a devil on his shoulder, perhaps even an Incubus on his shoulder whispered that this is what he had wanted for the longest time.

Wanted his best friend in a way that was decidedly not best friend.

And that something was telling him that the other guy wanted him too.

Very carefully, slowly.. he turned around to face Trick. The torso, the line of hair disappearing underneath the underwear-- and the very noticeable hard-on underneath black fabric. No, Nicky was not subtle--- he had always been the sort of guy who stuck straight out as opposed to upward, and this was no different, there was a decided tent revealing the rather stiff state of arousal.

This could get awkward if one thought about it way too hard.

[giveeverything]

Of all the things that Patrick might have expected -- the top contenders in ascending order of likeliness from least to most (1) Nicky to laugh at what was clearly totally a very funny joke flirting thing yup, (2) Nicky to actually have a concussion, (3) Nicky to not have a concussion but to turn around to laugh, fall over and acquire a concussion -- nowhere in the list or the even the discarded items that hadn't made it to the list, was anything about Nicky turning around and looking at him like that. Or sporting an impressive and hardon that... oh fuck he was looking at it. He was staring.

How could he not have looked? Nicky turned around and Trick's eyes had been drawn to that bare chest, and there was no resisting the pull of that little trail of dark hair and oh dear fucking god. He could feel his face heating, turning a dark and vivid red while he silently cursed his own dick to not even dream of it. No. Bad Little Trick. Bad.

"N...Nicky... you ah..."

Oh god he was still staring. He very swiftly turned around to face the wall and threatening his own cock to knock it the fuck off. "Are you, ummm... are you okay?"

[dangernerd]

This is where Nicky, unfortunately, got shoved into the backseat, perhaps it was because his dick was pulsing with such hard energy and he felt like he was spiraling out of control, and then there was Trick's words; his voice-- and he could feel his own body rebelling and then he was moving toward the little couch that they had toward the corner of the room; you know the one where they usually watched movies from.

And Nicky sprawled there, clad in only his underthings and with his fire hair fanning about his head as he watched the other man. "You know, I would not mind it if you did kiss it better... all my bruises, I would be very good for you while you did it." there was a slight pout to the corner of that mouth, and those blue eyes looked almost hazed.

And yes, his cock was clearly attempting to figure out the best way to which it could get out of it's confines. He continued, one hand making soft circles against his stomach. "I think about you when I jerk myself off." almost conversationally, his eyes never wavering from Trick's back.

[giveeverything]

Patrick did not know what the fuck was going on. He was still very deliberately keeping his eyes focused on the far wall, trying to forget how seductive Nicky had looked, trying to forget the sight of his best friend, aroused and looking at him. It wasn't working well. Nor was his own dick cooperating with his logical mind that was screaming that something was going on something was not right.

And Nicky was still talking, intent on murdering Trick then and there.

Here was Nicky saying I would be very good for you, and Patrick's knees felt weak.

Then Nicky said that, and Trick whipped around wide-eyed and bright red and staring. That... oh god. Oh god oh fuck. "Nicky... you're... That's... what is going on with you? You don't mean that. You're... I..."

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A bisexual disaster going head on with a verifiable gay panic; Nicky saw that the other man's eyes were on him and so be stretched, his slender body raising up the couch a little with back arching while he watched Patrick's own reddened face.

"But I do mean it, Trick." The incubus was all but commanding Nicky to reveal every embarassing thought he had ever had, and that hot blood was pumping through him filling his prick with blood and his mind with a deliciously cloying honey. The poor maybe one day priest was going to get an earful.

"Have you never wondered about how long I actually take in the shower, Patrick? It isn't to wash my hair..." they shared a bathroom with the dorm next door and there had been a few times where insistant knocking had come from the other side while Nicky had been in there.

"Imagining you in there with me..."

[giveeverything]

Oh not fucking fair, Nicky. Not when Patrick could feel his throat go dry as the other man stretched and arched that way, mostly naked so that Trick could see the way that lithe body moved, the shift of muscle beneath skin.

God but Trick had desperately, secretly, wanted to hear Nicky say words like this, had never been able to allow himself to hope for it. He wanted Nicky to want him the same way Trick desired him. And yes, okay, sometimes Nicky took very long showers, and oho god could that actually be true?

Shaking his head, he took a breath. Focus, Trick. Something was wrong. He couldn't let himself be selfish here, as much as his heart was yearning to just kiss that (currently sinfully filthy) mouth like he'd dreamed of for so long now. Nope. No.

He took a hesitant step towards him, dropping to one knee on the sofa. Reaching out, he pressed the back of his hand to Nicky's head. "We... we may need to get you checked out by an actual doctor, Nicky. This isn't you."

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Nicky watched with nearly smouldering eyes as Trick walked over and then knelt next to the couch, he allowed himself a nearly rippling purr as that hand moved to press against the back of his forehead. He was unseasonably warm, which coincidentally made Trick very very cool.

The hand, oh gods the touch against his starving skin.

He did something nearly unexpected and yet nevertheless still unaccountably hot; he shifted his head so that he could brush his cheek against the back of Trick's fingers. It was a ploy that Jella had used when she wanted to be pet by Nicky, and now he was using it on Trick like some learned behavior.

"I do not need a doctor, Trick." he murmured huskily, his lips hunting and finding the point where thumb wrist, open mouth.. the barest hint of a tongue. "I need you." why did that sound like a very soft huffed whine, even as his blue eyes sought Trick's while the delicate tip of his tongue trailed a path against salted skin?

[giveeverything]

Trick was not a strong enough man to resist the way that Nicky nuzzled at his hand, so utterly catlike. It was almost pure reflex that he turned his hair enough to brush against his cheek and brush back some of his hair from that heated skin. He also nearly choked on the whimper he tried to swallow back as Nicky went and mouthed at his wrist.

He had to shut his eyes to steady himself, but when he opened them and looked into Nicky's eyes, familiar beautiful blue but blown wide in a way that he'd never seen before -- and certainly never seen directed at him. "You feel like you're burning up..."

But despite what he'd said, Trick was starting to think that Nicky was right, that a doctor was not what he needed, that this wasn't strictly a medical issue. There was something supernatural afoot here, some magic that was doing something to his best friend. He was very deliberatley keeping his attention on Nicky's face, not straying down that mostly naked body and the very obvious tent currently pitched in his underwear.

[dangernerd]

Unfortunately for Trick, each whimper was only solidifying his own desire-- he answered that whimper with a moan of his own, pressing heated lips against cooler skin while he shifted though so that he was facing the other man; perched on his side and his own lips parted as he looked up at Trick.

"I am burning up, though I feel cooler when you touch me." that was a statement of fact. He did not think that anything could feel as good as Trick's hand against him, he wanted it all over-- he wanted him to touch him, to slide palm over his skin, against abdomen and then finally underneath fabric underwear to take him in hand and... his imagination was supplying the details and he knew that if Trick touched him, he would feel good, not only that if Trick sank into him.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck, he had always imagined that strong athletic body rising up over him (Nicky liked the look of Trick's body, thought it was beautiful and streamlined) and his head fell back against the pillow. "I think the only thing that can help is if you touch me..."

[giveeverything]

Trick couldn't deny Nicky when he asked like that. If he could help him then, he had to help him. Didn't he? It was at least harmless enough to let his hand rest against Nicky's face, that skin so hot and and flushed beneath his hand. He wanted to make it better, somehow. His thumb caressed gently along the line of his cheekbone, slow and soft and so obviously affectionate.

"I want to help..." He wanted to fix whatever this was.

It had to be the thing in the house. Something that the demon had done to Nicky when it had been attacking him. He had been so frantically trying to get Nicky free from its grip at the time, and so much had been going on at the time. But that had to be it, didn't it? "I think it did something to you. Back at the house."

[dangernerd]

Oh, that certainly did feel wonderful to his parched skin-- it was not enough but it was a start and he would attempt to finagle anything out of Trick, he needed the other man with something akin to desperation and he was hoping that perhaps if he played his cards right he would get more. But this was also Nicky and he could not hide very much of anything, so his manipulation tactics would come out like a touch starved puppy.

His lips found pulse and his tongue ran against it lightly, oh why did Trick have to taste so good, he wondered how else he may taste, he wanted to slide his eyes downward but he was not that bold not yet, he did however look up at Trick with those blue eyes that looked like they were working through what Trick said.

"It is hard to think of anything except how much I want you." he was honest here, honest with himself. It also meant that Trick was now the main holder of their shared braincell because Nicholas's dick was making him absolutely and utterly stupid in a way that was almost pathetic. "You are going to have to do all the thinking, Trick." he wondered what Trick would do if he attempted to slip his hand into those jeans? Maybe touch the outside?

Right now he was pondering if he had the audacity to do so.

And like a magnet his hand moved to rest against Trick's abdomen, his own palm sliding downward and then he dropped his hand and the touch barely brushed the front of Trick's trousers, but they did.

Yup, there was that audacity.

[giveeverything]

"I think... I think this isn't you, Nicky. You don't want me like that." Did Trick sound as devastatedly disappointed and yearning as he felt as he stated this truth that he had lived with for years now. He'd have given anything for it to be otherwise, as much as he wanted Nicky, how hopelessly in love he was with him.

And here was Nicky, fevered and overcome with something saying things that made Trick want to claim those dangerous lips with his own and kiss him breathless. But they weren't... they weren't real.

Then that hand went wandering and Trick choked on whatever words that he'd been meaning to say next. His face flushed because there was no way that Nicky would miss the fact that Trick was aroused, the bulge trapped in his jeans the sort of evidence that could not exactly be denied. Trick wanted him too, desperately, deeply.