: 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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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.

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Perhaps he was giving Patrick a bit too much power in this moment, but with the way that his best friend pushed up his shirt, he could feel his own body give out a near electric jolt that he had to struggle not to arch up into, and then followed by kisses against his chest, lightly scattered with red-gold hair, not very dark hair but definitely leant texture to his chest.

He reached for anything and found Trick's shoulders, which his fingers lightly started to cling into.

The moan he gave was near unholy in its intensity, a low feverish sound that was halfway between a whimper and a groan but nevertheless was pitched perfectly so that Trick could hear it in near stereo sound.

"Fuck me... I am not taking that back, Trick. Anything--" Was not Nicky the one who encouraged Trick the most, anything was not a far stretch from what Nicholas would give the other guy, not even a fraction of that. In fact, anything felt like such a paltry word for the universe that he had always been prepared to give his best friend.

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Patrick would use this power only for good. He smiled once more up at him before catching a nipple between his teeth. The way Nicky sounded was nothing but encouragement for him to continue. The fact that the other man was sounding like himself was reassuring too. This was his Nicky, not that creature who was possessing him.

Or so he told himself.

He let a hand run up Nicky's stomach, up over his chest, thrilling at the way that hair felt beneath his touch. He'd wanted to touch the other man like this for ages. Another lingering moment, and he slowly began to kiss his way down the center of his chest, his stomach, grazing his teeth just below his navel before finally turning his attention to that hard, throbbing prick that he was sure must be aching. God knew his was.

He let his lips mouth around the base of the other man's shaft, working himself up bit by bit to taking more.

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They both were hopeless and maybe it was the situation that they were in at the moment that made it so difficult, because Trick was unsure what was real or reflection, and Nicky was not thinking with his brain-head but rather with every single repressed thought they had ever had regarding each other.

But oh the mouth felt both hot and cool as it kissed a wet silky trail up his arousal and then precome liberally dripped from his cockhead to touch against that mouth, sweet salt from velvet. And then he moaned another litany while his body arched in response.

And oh was he responsive, never imagining this could feel so fucking good and yet here he was a veriable simp for his best friend.

Why did he feel like he could come with just a silky swipe of that tongue.. why did he think that he could stop at one orgasm? He had a feeling that his stamina had grown and with very little practice. "I have thought of you during my long showers, your lips.on me like this... fuck." his voice was husky as he spoke, those words for Trick only.

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They were a mess of their own making, truly, and one that they would have to sort out with clearer heads and less dire stakes. Right now, Trick could let the worries slip away, let the growing desire that he could feel in himself and nearly feel rolling off the other man in waves.

He worked his mouth further down that cock, tongue sliding along the underside, tracing the ridged feeling of vein that seemed to beckon him to take that length further into his mouth, into his throat. He wanted to make Nicky feel good. He wanted to soothe the heat that was burning through his best friend.

But those words, oh those have his attention. His eyes opened, gaze flicking up towards Nicky as he lost a moan around him.

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He made such an attempt to shift so that he could watch Trick take him down, a wiggle-- perhaps even a little bit of an adjustment before finally he looked in the direction of the other man and then he allowed himself such a groan, oh well that was such a sight that he'd dreamed of.. to have Trick like this, to see that mouth wrapped around him.

How many times had he taken himself in hand and jerked himself off to just that image, with those beautifully glimmering eyes looking at him like that. Every wet dream come to life and this was all for him.

His hand stroked through locks of hair, the very slightest shag while he clenched then and very shallowly started to arch himself into that mouth, though still shallowly because he did not want to hurt Patrick-- even though arguably he was full of desire and his blood was heating to impossibly hot levels, still he had consideration for the man he loved above all else.

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Patrick's toes curled at the feeling of those fingers curling into his hair. Oh he had dreamed of this too, again and again, of the two of them coming together again and again each and ever configuration that two human bodies could manage.

Fuck. He really was not cut out to be a priest.

Another soft sound, encouragement, at the way that those lips arched towards him, a noisy little suck to urge him on, to do what he wanted, what felt good. God knew Trick was winging this, and it was a bit clumsy but oh so eager and earnest, noisy and messy and he had to remember to breathe, but he hoped it was somehow good enough.

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So, this would've been good no matter what; but there was a spiked edge to it that pushed it over to the realm of dream come true; and that was because Patrick was there. Of course he could not speak that, it was hard to form breath much less words especially with Trick taking such good care of him. But yeah, in his more lucid moments he would probably enumerate all the ways in which Trick should not become a priest.

A deep throaty sigh as he started to roll his lips, the slick feel of tongue, the slight noises that came from sucking thickening precome, all of those things which made his own toes curl. They were hopeless-- really they were.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Nicholas certainly sounded like he was enjoying himself quite a lot.