: 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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Something felt like it shattered inside Patrick. Because it really seemed like Nicky had just come to his senses, and clearly he knew that Trick had taken advantage of the moment too. He shifted back as Nicky turned his back on him. His throat felt tight too, a lump of tears that he swallowed back. Nonono.

"I... yeah, okay. You should rest." Trick's voice was strained, soft because he didn't trust it not to break if he tried to speak louder. He stood back, looking at Nicky where the other man was curled up with his back to him, deliberately not looking to him.

What had he done? This was his fault.

He hesitated for a long moment. Then Nicky wound find himself draped in a light blanket and Patrick would go change out of his clothes into his pajamas, turn off the lights and crawl into his own bed and try to keep the sobbing that started bubbling up as quiet as possible. This. This was why he'd kept it to himself. Why he'd never planned on telling Nicky how he was so hopelessly in love with him. How bad had he ruined things between them? How was he going to fix this? Could it even be fixed?

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Meanwhile, Nicky was perhaps doing his own quiet crying. The sort that it was better not to reveal to anyone, and all the while the voice in his head was telling him that Trick did not desire him, did not find him attractive and well, he had rather expected that-- he was too freckled and skinny, with no real discernable ass (even though there was no problem with his ass, not really) and the voice saying that he needed to find someone else to desire him.

There would be plenty of men and women who would find him attractive, there were places he could get rid of that ache.

But at this moment Nicky was stubborn and he was sad, a very dangerous combination so he laid there burning up; halfway through the night the blanket was tossed off and he went to take a cold shower, a very cold shower to see if that would do something to alleviate his rather raging hard-on-- around 2 AM the shower went on, and he was in there for nearly an hour to see if he could alleviate the absolute ache within him.

But no, his own sexual energy could not fulfill this-- and each time he came, it was empty and did nothing to dispel the deep hunger within him. But still he was stubborn even though the voice in his head was telling him to go out, that surely Trick would not notice that he was gone. He could not though, he refused to so with chattering lips from a too cold shower, he slipped under the covers, he only wore a t-shirt and underwear, he did not think that he could've stand to wear any other clothes.

So he spent the next two hours after that tossing and turning, until he fell into an almost dreamless but still fitful slumber. And perhaps that was when the fever overtook him for the first time, that spiralling dizziness as he tangled in sheets. Nicky's own tossing and turning got so bad that Jella had fled to Trick's bed for once, and was curled against the other guy's side, not pleased with this development.

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Sleep did not come easy to Trick either. How could it when his mind was circling a spiral that led straight down with no end in sight, a freefall of anxiety over the irreparable damage that he'd done to their friendship in one weak, selfish action. But what this meant was that he was still awake when he heard Nicky get up and head into the shower at such an ungodly hour, was awake to realize how long he'd been in there and to hear him as he settled back in.

When Jella joined him, he finally gave up and sat up, looking over to Nicky's bed. Through the darkness, he thought the other man was asleep, but there was nothing peaceful about it. Concern surged and for the moment overpowered his own anxiety spiral about the kiss. He pet Jella gently for a moment, looking across the room at him.

Fuck it. He slipped from his bed, barefoot and wearing only his usual pajamas -- a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts that had no business being as short as they were -- and made his way over to Nicky's bedside, murmuring quietly. "Nicky?" Was he awake?

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Somewhere he heard his name being called but it was not a way that was spatial; he heard the whisper though and he attempted to call out, he thought perhaps it may be Trick but he could not be sure, it was almost like being underwater. He tries to reach out to the voice but he's burning up, can feel the flames consuming him, making it hard to even move.

Perhaps he murmurs something in his sleep but it is mumbled and makes very little sense.

If Trick were to touch Nicky, he would feel that the other man was far hotter than a human body could reasonably sustain, like touching a stove that had been turned on a few minutes prior. His eyes slit open and the eyes viewable between them, so blue but like flames. A voice speaks then, but it is not Nicky's own voice, it is the Incubus-- it bears a quality to it that was not the other man.

"He will die if you do not fuck him, he will die because he is too stubborn and stupid to go out and search for what he needs; and it will be all your fault." yes, the Incubus was not pulling any punches here.

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Patrick startled at the way those eyes opened, the eerie inhuman fire in them. And then that voice. It sent an icy rush down the line of his spine even before he registers what the words actually said. "You... you leave him alone! Get out of him!"

Like that would work. Good job, Trick. That wasn't literally the most amateur move anyone had ever pulled. Cursing at his own idiocy, he moved to set a hand on Nicky's shoulder, gasping at how hot he felt. There was nothing natural about this fever. Fear wrapped its rough and icy fingers around his heart, and he shook the other man gently. "Nicky, wake up. Wake up and look at me. I need you to wake up. Please."

He will die. It echoed again and again and again in his head. No. He would not let that happen.

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Nothing natural at all-- but the fact that Nicky could withstand this heat? That he was not already dead? Well that was something, but also there had been something otherworldy about the two young men, even the Incubus had recognized it, which made Nicky the perfect vessal; he'd tried with a few of the Saintsmourn college students that had come to the abandoned house to drink and party, but that had not been sufficient and the one he had chosen had not been able to accommodate him without just upping and dying after the first two rounds.

He rather thought this one would be different?

Nicky heard that voice again, this time more insistant and he tried to crack his own eyes open, but they felt impossibly heavy. His mouth parted, parched and dry and then the voice that came out was weak, this was Nicky's voice. "Tri--ck..."

Before the other voice inserted itself in. "Only you can can give him solace from this fever, Patrick O'Leary."

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"Fuck all the way off, asshole..." Trick muttered when the voice that did not belong to Nicky piped up. This thing that was putting his best friend in danger? Oh he'd see it destroyed at his own hands. But first and foremost, there was Nicky. He had to make sure that he was all right, that he would be all right.

He brushed a hand over his friend's forehead -- so worryingly hot -- brushing his hair back. "I'm here, Nicky... I've got you. It's going to be okay." He would make it okay or he'd tear the world down to pieces around them both.

Both hands settled against Nicky's face now, coaxing him to look at him. He leaned in then to press a kiss first to the other man's forehead, then down to capture those lips with his own again, murmuring there softly, fervently. "Come on baby, open your eyes for me."

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Cool lips against his forehead, and then he could feel his parched lips-- more coolness, he nearly craved it. A cold shower had not been enough at all, it had not been like this-- just a glimmer of how it could be, the way that the heat of his mouth answered to the coolness of those lips, he instinctively hunted for that mouth, and there was almost a begging quality to it. His eyes cracked open and he murmured softly, feeling palm cup his jaw and then he nuzzled against it, still a quality of feverish to it.

"Trick..? You don't.. you don't..."

He could not think of what he wanted to say, of what needed to be said. "If you don't.. I..." his voice felt heavy as if it was a struggle to get those out, and then hot tears leaked from the corner of his eyes, as he remembered what happened last night. "You don't.." he was clearly speaking too much but he did not wiggle away from the touch, he tried to soak as much of it up as possible until it went away, until Trick took it away.

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Oh thank god. There was his Nicky, even if he sound a little out of it and like he was still struggling to put words together. The tears though, those tore at something in his chest like his heart was being shredded. His thumbs brushed lightly to soothe them away and he tried to stop those words with another kiss, brief and soft.

"I do, Nicky. Fuck, that's the whole problem. I just don't want to take advantage of you. I know this isn't... I know it's not what you want." It was what the incubus holding his best friend hostage wanted, and the stakes were Nicky's life. Now wasn't the time to be coy about what the entire awful truth was. "I am so in love with you it's been driving me crazy. I have dreamed about kissing you for years. And I am so, so sorry..."

That this was happening. That Nicky knew the truth now. But they could sort out how badly he was breaking their friendship when Nicky was out of danger. Right now all that mattered was making sure Nicky was okay, making sure he would survive.

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Oh gods, Nicholas heard those words and it was near impossible to disguise the choked and slightly raw whimper and then his lips were caught and another sweet bout of coolness that soothed for a few moments; he was so hot and he ached in such a slow motion throbbing way; not just his entire body but his heart too. But his words would not come, even though he wanted to push them out they would not come.

He needed more of that mouth, more kisses-- he was greedy for it as his fingers clutched the other man's shoulders and then he almost arched the entirety of his body in the direction of Trick; almost like gravity-- but actions were not truly sufficient to convey how much those words meant to him.

His tongue tried to slip into that mouth, to stop those guilty words, he wanted to scream his own affection but his body was starting to develop a mind of its own and the need was growing far too much. "Please.. I need..." but he could not say so many things for his brain was wired too brokenly.

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In any other circumstances, this would be a dream come true for Patrick. The way Nicky responded to his touch, the way he arched towards him and pulled him in closer, the way he held to him like the world was in danger of falling away around them, it was wonderful and beautiful and everything he'd ever wanted, but here it was all of it a broken joke the universe was playing on him because he knew this wasn't because Nicky wanted him.

But Nicky did need him, and that was enough.

His hand braced to one side of the other man, his free hand setting at his best friend's hip, gripping there through the thin fabric of the oversized t-shirt. Trick's lips parted to allow Nicky to take what he needed. Everything that Patrick had, everything he was, it was Nicky's.

"I know, baby. I know. I'm here. Tell me what you need... whatever you need."

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Nicholas was so very hungry, he was nearly ravenous and it spoke volumes as he kissed Trick, perhaps even protested only a little when Trick had to draw his hips back to speak, to ask him what he wanted. And those hands which were so very cool, able to ease his fevered body. Only Trick could ease this, his mind thought-- only Patrick, and he knew why that was-- because he wanted him, had wanted him for the longest time.

It was beyond lust, but right now that was the only thing that was coming across the sharpest and brightest. "Touch..." he said open-mouthed against Trick's, forehead to forehead; he felt almost sweaty, almost clammy and that sweet fragrance of Nicky shone through. He allowed himself a moan and then started to arch himself up against Trick, body to body and the juncture of his thighs and the arousal in between rubbing up against a thigh, likely leaving a smear of precome there.

"You.. need.. you."

He needed to feed and here was Trick offering himself; he needed what Trick could only give him and that was his energy, he could feel it radiating off him and he could almost drink it-- it was so close.

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"You have me, Nicky."

Whatever Nicky needed, Patrick would give it to him. He bit back a soft sound of his own as the other man arched against him, as he felt the wet smear of that hard cock along his thigh -- bare given that his sleep shorts were just that, short. -- and couldn't quite help the rock his own hips gave, the fact that Nicky would be able to feel that Trick's cock was stirring as well, with each kiss, each touch, each needing sound that Nicky voiced.

He took a breath to stead himself, his hand sliding down to Nicky's thigh until he hit bare skin, then up to slip beneath the hem of that t-shirt, intent and seeking now, fingertips finding and tracing up the underside of Nicky's prick, up to play over the head, smearing the bead of precome that he found there back down along the length of him.

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Nicky's head fell back against the pillow, eyes closed and lips parted in bliss-- and he would not be able to disguise it-- the sound that emmerged from the back of his throat at the touch, oh yes, that was it exactly; and when he opened his eyes, the blue of it was nearly subsumed by arousal as he looked into Trick's eyes.

A tongue darted out to wet his lower lip and then he was reaching down to with a hand tugging down the sleep shorts that Trick wore, damn near indecent and certainly had given him more than a few ideas in the past; how he had not been able to avoid a straying glance when Patrick bent over and the fabric stretched tight.

He hooked one leg against the other guy's thigh while he attempted as best as possible to get the shorts off of him, and his hand grazing velvet hard skin in the process, which caused his breath to hitch. A shame that their first time had to be a fuck or die situation like this, but gods he knew that this would be indelibly burned into his psyche for all eternity. "I want to feel you against me."

Speech was becoming easier, words coming back to him.

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Nothing had ever sounded so obscene and sexy as Nicky did in that moment. The fact that it was Trick's touch drawing those reactions from him was a heady thought, even if it was clouded by the knowledge and that nagging voice at the back of his mind that it was more the demonic possession than genuine desire. Another internal wince at himself. Now was not the time to dwell on that.

It took him a moment to figure out what Nicky was doing with trying to get his shorts off, and he couldn't help a little laugh -- though laughter receded into a moan as Nicky's hand found his own arousal even in that passing glance. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

"If you want them off, you're gonna have to not wrap around my like an octopus for a minute." Then Nicky was oh so very welcome to wrap him up entirely.

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Nicholas could've fed on that laughter as well, the throaty huskiness of it. He kissed that throat, his facial hair lightly scratching against it and the soft hum as he licked and sucked and nipped before he drew himself away even though it was a low-level pain, he knew that Trick would come back.

He had to right.

In the soft halflight coming in through the window, he could not see the melancholic undertone to Trick's expression, but there was a part of him that sensed it, and thus he pressed a kiss against that jawline, perhaps still nibbling but he allowed his legs to untangle from Patrick's and he waited a bit patiently for the other man to tug down the sleep shorts.

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Trick wasn't going anywhere, and he quite deliberately made certain that there was never a moment, even as he was wiggling his way out of his shorts and then, since he was already in the process of it, he pulled his shirt off over his head as well. There he was, fully naked. Trick was lean, built for speed, the body of a runner. It had been years since high school track, but he still went for regular runs, a way to disconnect his brain when thinking got to be too much.

Shifting closer, Trick sank right back into Nicky's arms, nuzzling at a bristled jaw before touching a kiss there, unable to keep himself from the more affectionate touches. He loved Nicholas. He wanted to take care of him, wanted to make him happy. And right now he wanted to keep him alive.

"What can I do, Nicky?" He shifted to settle himself between Nicky's legs, so that he could slot himself against him, closer, his own arousal finding its way to brush along Nicky's, slowly rutting against him.

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Normally such a touch would smother, would cause unnecessary warmth but for Nicholas Kirkland-- it was only a blissful coolness as Trick centered against him. Immediately Nicky wrapped his arms around the other man and allowed his legs to wrap around the hips and then he started to roll slowly-- he wanted to enjoy the touching and the way that Trick's body felt against his own.

A low moan came from his lips as he focused on the feeling, on the energy and his own mouth searched out Tricks as if he could not keep from kissing the other man.

"I want you in every way, I want you inside me, I want to suck you... I want to be inside you, but for right now kiss me."

Fuck, he wanted to kiss his best friend senseless, wanted to be kissed senseless-- to lick and nibble against Trick's tongue-- all of these wants and desires flooded his system.

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Well, yeah, so Trick would be on board with all of that. He'd had very vivid dreams about all of that and more many many times. But for right now, well, right now he kissed his best friend just like he'd been asked, and like he needed it to keep himself alive just as much as his Nicky did.

Not that Nicky was his, but oh he wanted Nicky to be his.

Lips parted, and his tongue slipped its way past Nicky's lips. This time the groan that Patrick heard came from him, and was a sound that spoke of his own desire. He'd like to write it off as perhaps just a physical reaction, but fuck him he'd wanted this for so long. His hips rolled and rutted against Nicky.

This was also something of a first for Trick. He was a stupid gay virgin who'd barely kissed anyone because he'd been head over heels for Nicholas Kirkland for basically his entire life.

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Nicky had kissed people before, but he'd never gone any further and perhaps that had everything to do with his hyperfixation on Patrick O'Leary, the most beautiful guy in existence, and he'd never wanted to stop focusing on him. He could sense the uncertainty, he had a few porn mags shoved underneath some of the shirts in his dresser drawer and a bit of it on his computer, but nothing ever came near to the fantasies he'd had in his head involving Trick, the lean and long body that bespoke strength.. even when he was stuck in a haunted window.

In between kisses, in between slow succulent kisses, he murmured. "This is my first time too Trick.." a bite of that lower lip as he encased those hips with his thighs and arched upward, their pricks rubbing together all hard ridged flesh and oh, those muscles against thighs from running. Fuck fuck fuck...

"I'm glad it's with you." his voice was husky and then he took that mouth again with his own, picking right up where they both left off, while his hands slid against that chest, fingers underneath sleep shirt where he knew that Patrick was fairly smooth. Fuck fuck fuck again and again.. fuck him hard and fast, but he could feel himself hazed at the scent and swell of sex that enveloped the two of them.

He wondered how those hard pebbles would feel against his tongue, how they would feel to Trick when he scraped his teeth against them lightly. He was so dizzy with desire and that overwhelming realization that his dreams were coming true.

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Patrick wasn't exactly shocked to hear that Nicky was a virgin as well. They were roommates, he was reasonably sure he'd have noticed if Nicky had brought around a romantic partner. Or even went on dates. More often than not they spent their time together anyway.

But it was the words that followed that undid him. He whimpered softly tot he kiss as his heart wrestled with how badly he wanted to believe those words were true. After a long lingering moment of savoring Nicky's lips, he leaned back just enough to look at Nicky, blue eyes wide and almost hopeful -- but hope was frightening right now, to let himself believe for even a moment that there was something more more than just a demonic possession and the need for survival. "Really?"

Even as he asked, he couldn't quite help but arch into those fingers as they mapped his skin, as the two of them rocked together.

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"Mmmhmmm." He murmured this as he looked up at Trick with those blue eyes blown wise-- the shock factor he could see etched in the features, that disbelief-- he had a feeling that Trick did not believe him-- but the Incubus was in the driver's seat but he was just watching the show go down, feeling the rush of energy that would feed him and preserve Nicky's life.

His fingers tugged the shirt upward then so that he could divest Trick of his clothing-- the sweetness of the skin revealed. "You are so gorgeous." He breathed this out with reverence in his voice and a greediness in his touvh. "Always have been so distracting." And then he placed his mouth against a jawline and he lightly nibbled a trail that was slow and hot, from that skin to the curve of neck.

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Trick wanted to believe him. He really did. But it sounded too good to be true, it sounded like something he wanted to be true so badly -- and wasn't that reason enough to be wary of allowing himself to accept it?

Still, the way that Nicky said those words sent a thrill through him despite himself, and his eyes fluttered shut as that mouth nibbled at his skin. Well, okay. That was distracting in the best way possible. "Nicky..."

Just his name, prayer and pleading and desire and guilt rolled into those two sweet syllables. "Look who's talking... you're beautiful and you don't have the slightest clue that you are." It was infuriating how Nicky just waltzed through life (stumbled... stumbled through life) looking the way he did and seemingly oblivious about the chaos he wrought on Trick's heart each and every day.

Another roll of his hips. "I ah... can I... I want to try something. With my mouth."

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Oh....

Alright, so those words punched him right in the gut and he allowed his hips to fall back against the pillow. He was aware, aware of Trick and aware of what they were going to do and the precarious situation, he was still awash with lust but he also knew that he needed Trick in such a way that it was nearly painful and also that he wanted this first time to be with Trick; gods if he got nothing else-- he wanted this. "Ah yes.. you can."

He shook his head just a bit though in response to the other man, and his heart was nearly awash with how Trick found him.. desireable? That caused his cock to stifflen even more. "Please.. I anything.. yes." it may be that he might've been okay with doing this with anyone but it wouldn't be great. Not like it was with Patrick.

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"I dunno if I'll be any good at this..." he prefaced quietly before leaning in to steal another kiss, softer this time, gentle and sweet and affectionate. "Just tell me if you don't like it." Or if he didn't like anything that Patrick was doing. He was full of the best of intentions with this, after all.

He summoned up a smile, faintly playful even in the rather emotionally -- and physically -- charged moment. "Anything? Giving me free rein. You should know better than that."

With that he shifted further down along Nicky's body, urging the sleep shirt up, up until it caught beneath Nick's arms. But this gave him access to his chest, kissing and tonguing at first one nipple and then the other, enjoying the way the little nubs pebbled beneath his attention.