: 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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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.

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Music to Trick's ears, the way that Nicky sounded. There was a selfish little thrill in him as well that he was the one making the other man feel good, he was the reason for those delicious curses, for Nicky starting to lose some of his control.

He relaxed his throat as best he could, the occasional soft choking sound as he found his rhythm slowly. Trick could get used to this, he thought, to the way the man he loved more than any other in this wide world sounded in such an intimate and unguarded moment.

Drawing from his cock, he let his hand wrap around saliva-slickened skin, stroking as he kisses and mouthed along him, a moment to catch his breath and murmur. "You're going to come for me, aren't you baby?"

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Never in his wildest dreams had Nicky ever thought that he would be called baby, and yet if there was a possible way for him to be even more turned on-- it was right now with that husky voice murmuring against his prick like it was a prayer, he had to wet his lower lip with his tongue-- and thus his mouth was impossibly reddened and highlighted by the scruff around his chin and cheeks, his blue ocean eyes looked at Trick, at the mouthing and the kisses and something inside of him breaks.

It chokes.

He arches his cock into the slide of that clenched palm, one stroke and then two and three and then suddenly he volcanoes all over that hand in a pulse of sticky hot seed that with the pressure does not squirt so much as flow like lava over hands and leaves quite the mess. And groans and pants coming from him, the twitching of his hips that seemed to messily coincide with those same twitches coming from his dick.

Perhaps so embarassed that he came on command like that, but also he had to blame it on Trick's voice urging him to come, and he was powerless to do anything but please him.

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Oh. Well. That was by far the sexiest thing that he had ever witnessed, the way Nicky arched towards his touch and seemed to defy gravity in that moment in responding to his pleasure. His own breath catches at the first heated splash of seed against his fingers, but he strokes him through his orgasm, near purring encouragement.

"There you are, baby... good boy."

He couldn't help himself in the next moment, letting his tongue drag up his cock to collect that spilled come like a treat that he'd been waiting for all this time. He lingered, gentle and careful to make sure that arousal was left clean, to make sure that he'd brought his Nicky straight through that rush of climax.

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The redhead was no proof for the way that Trick started to lick up his come, the tongue that started to glisten with opaque wetness and no, his imagination had not supplied that particularly sexy vision, because he never thought about the orgasm until he came and then his mind didn't think at all about how Trick would look lapping him up.

But now he saw it, and it was something that his mind helpfully snapped a picture of. That was something that had happened and it would for the rest of his long life live rent free in his mind, supplied helpfully. His chest rose and fall and he used his hand to cup against a cheek while he lay there quivering. "You are being too... fucking sexy." that was an accusation, but it wasn't one that held any remote levels of threat to it.

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Trick blinked at the words before laughing. "Well, that's a first for me..." he murmured softly as he nuzzled into that hand. But that was fine. After all, if there was anyone who he wanted to think he was sexy it was this man right here who had all of his heart already.

He pressed a kiss to the heel of Nicky's palm, unable to contain himself from the unguarded little piece of affection.

In the next moment his expression grew more serious. "How're you feeling? Any better?" Did it help? He hoped it had, and there was more of Nicky in the other man when Trick looked at him now.

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All of these things were made indelibly poignant to Nicky's heart including that sweep of lips against his palm, that was sweet and even though he likely knew that it was something of a 'you okay bro' to it (he really was dumb with feelings, okay) still made him glow. He was more Nicky now, the Incubus had fled after all it was getting what it wanted now and it wouldn't be comfortable haunting a catholic dorm looking for it's next meal.

Trick had just ensured it's continued survival.

"It helped, but I'm still restless." though not fevered; he was still hot but for the moment part it was more like a heating element and historically the dorms ran a little bit cooler (perhaps because of all the hauntings). "You helped very much..." though the next request was uncertain.

"What about you?" He was referring to Trick's dick of course. "I can.." try not to sound too eager to help, Nicholas-- as if you don't absolutely want Trick's dick and his inventive way was thinking of a plethora of ways that he could keep it occupied.

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Oh yeah no totally bro-coded yup. They were both hopelessly stupid apparently. Now that Nicky seemed more himself, that choking tightness in Trick's chest had eased slightly, but he wasn't ready to put any distance between them -- even if they were both pretty naked or naked-adjacent at the moment, and he was still hard, and he could still taste Nicky on his lips. He shifted to catch the other man's hand, tangling their fingers together, because he didn't want to break contact right now.

"You look less feverish. Less delirious." More himself.

When Nicky asked about him, Trick could feel himself flush bright red. Oh right that ah. He was just going to fluster to death here and now. "You... you don't have to if you don't want to. I mean... I know all of this isn't exactly your choice. I know I'm not exactly your choice."

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Nicky knew that he was himself, and that Trick was intoxicatingly close to naked, could feel the wan that the other man was pressed to his skin, it was nearly innocuous except that the ginger was absolutely aware that Trick was in such a state and he wanted to ease it.

Gods he wanted to ease it, it was a hunger within him.

He grasped against Trick's hand and pulled him up until the other man was over him and then he looked up into those eyes. His own hair a mess and fanned out against the pillow-- he looked wanton and still alluring, but there was those blue eyes that still understood. One arm around that waist and then he leaned upward to kiss Trick, trying to capture those lips in the only way that he could convey that he wanted this.

He wanted Trick.

One leg wrapped around the back of that thigh; the beds were not exactly the largest but they could fit one skinny nerd and one sinewy athletically lithe guy in a pinch. "Can you shut up for just one second?" Nicky said in between kisses, clearly deciding that it was time to see if his mouth could shut up Trick sufficiently.

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Patrick didn't try to resist being pulled, looking more than a little questioning as he found himself looking at Nicky -- who really, was a perfect piece of art capturing temptation in its purest most distilled form. Trick's breath got stolen right from his lungs by the way his best friend looked, by the way that Nicky was looking at him.

So he was breathless already when those lips found his. That ah. Kissing Nicky really was amazing, even more than he'd dreamed -- and fuck had he dreamed it -- and Trick kissed him back as if any resistance in him had been shattered.

A laugh escaped at those words. "History would lead me to believe no... I can't..." because when did he ever shut up when it was good for him?

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The taste of Trick was intoxicating and he drank deep of it as if he could get enough, his mouth a fire as he wound himself around Trick in a way that would mean that there was no hope of escape, while he kissed-- tongue seeking while that scruff pressed against Trick's skin. There was the taste of come yes, and also the memory of how Trick had looked sucking him off.

All of these things he'd thought about, but he'd also thought of kissing him like this.

The two were marrying together into a strange sort of reality that he never thought would've happened. He was still hungry but it was a low lying hunger, it wasn't insistant.. not yet. But he certainly had not gone down which perhaps was not normal for a male physiology.

This could get very uncomfortable real quickly. "No, you cannot-- you smartass." and then a deeper kiss as he started to rub his inner thigh against Trick's unflagging cock as if he was a fiery-haired tempter and Trick was his chosen mark.

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This... this was what he was meant to find his entire life, wasn't it? His heart had been waiting to beat for this moment, for sinking into that kiss and for the first time this evening really believing that he was kissing Nicky, his Nicky and not just the thing possessing him. The sound he made then came from the core of him, a soft almost whimpered sound, overwhelmed by a sudden surge of hope that braided itself through the desire already coursing through him.

He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips even in the midst of that kiss. He felt the way that Nicky moved against him, still hard somehow despite the fact that Trick was very aware that he'd come -- and come hard -- only moments before. But well, yeah okay, sex demon. Made sense. Then the other man was pressing his thigh against him and he couldn't stop from rolling his hips against him. "Nicky... fuck..."

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They were two guys who had only just approached the cusp leading into their twenties and well, let's face it they were horny things-- boys at this age, and doubly so for those who had actually slid through their teens without having sex.

Guess they would be making up for that this weekend, preferably with each other; that is until Trick became chafed and exhausted. But that was a problem for tomorrow them. He tasted that exclamation and man was it sweet, very very sweet-- he could not resist dragging the other man as close as he could get them while he continued those ministrations. "Mmmmm..." then Nicky reached between then and rather brazenly slipped his hand right into the band of Trick's sweatpants without preamble, and immediately that warm palm cupped and held the stiffened prick that had been enticed.

"I still want this.." be breathed against that lower lip.

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They clearly had some pent up sexual frustration to work through. More than that, the years of pining and yearning mutually but obliviously. He broke from the other man's lips with a shaky startled cry as that hand went rather boldly and found his prick. His hips jerked towards that touch, warm fingers and the most absurdly sexy words leaving his mouth.

"I... fuck I want you too. So much. Can I... will you let me..."

God he sucked at this. "I want to be inside you." Well, at least he managed to say it. He should get a sticker.

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They both needed a sticker for saying their borderline horny but also startlingly heartfelt feelings to each other even though they were exceedingly filthy; it was fine though-- Nicky was in his right(ish) mind and it was not too terribly awkward, by the end of this weekend it was likely that they would have no shyness toward each other at all.

Fucking like bunnies would tend to do that.

A frisson of hot 'yes' went through him and came out right through his mouth, rolling off his tongue as he bit at that lower lip. "Please..." he said as he started to stroke the other man with ease, he stroked him like he would stroke himself. spreading precome thick though they would need something more. He had something and so he shifted with his free hand to thrust underneath his pillow, finally dragging out a tub of slick.

He kept it there.. for reasons. After all he was back at the dorm room before Trick was and usually had an hour before Trick rolled in, in which case he usually practiced high quality time management skills in the form of wanking.

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They would stumble through this together at least. Patrick was slowly coming to believe that perhaps there was something real and true about this, that maybe -- just maybe -- Nicky actually did ant him, beyond just the possession currently plaguing him. That maybe his own feelings hadn't been unrequited all this time. He wanted to believe it so badly he was almost afraid to let himself still.

But it was harder to ignore by the moment.

His hips rolled towards that touch reflexively, a moan slipping out of him. He clocked the movement of Nicky's other hand, allowing himself a grin. "Look at you all prepared. You always keep that handy?" It was intriguing actually. Please tell Patrick all about it.

He snatched up the lube and uncapped it. As much as he did not want to say anything to interrupt what Nicky's hand was doing to him right now, he also wanted all of him. "You're gonna have to let me go so I can get you ready."

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"I get back to the dorms earlier than you." oh, what completely and filthy catholic things did he do in his dorm room while Trick was at his last class of the afternoon? Wouldn't Trick find it a bit amusing all things told? He bit his lower lip, giving a smile that tugged even as he bit down. "So yeah, it is always there, underneath the pillow that I do not use."

A tube of slick had always been there, just not the same one. He let out a brief noise of pique before he finally released the cock and fished his hand right out of those pajama bottoms. Giving the other man the most heavy lidded smouldering look-- as if he was prepared to do anything if it would get Trick faster. "I suppose the better question is what I think about, hmmm?"

Please continue to ask further question Trick, they would dance around each other all night and find out more and more. It was a time for honesty and well, they were going to fuck so perhaps it was alright for Trick to find out how horny Nicky was, and how disaster he was every time Trick bent over or lounged on their couch or pretty much breathe.

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"Nicholas Altair Kirkland, you naughty boy," Trick teased with a cluck of his tongue, even as he tucked this amazing piece of information into his memory to never forget. But that look that Nicky gave him in that moment, it was absurdly sexy. There was no way he was going to let the next question go unasked. "So what do you think about, mm? I'm all ears."

He urged Nicky further back though, guiding the other man to settle back against the pillows. Patrick scooted himself back, trying to be smooth about getting himself out of his sweatpants. He was the exact opposite of smooth though, catching his fingers in the waistband of his pants and dragging them down slowly. See? He could be sexy?

Right until he shifted to make getting them down his legs easier, misjudged where he was on the small dorm bed, and tumbled right off it onto the floor, hard on still at full mast and sweatpants around his knees. Maybe Nicky should rethink his romantic options.

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The thud was all it took for Nicky to jolt up from the bed, he was a tangled flushed mess with a flushed cheek and wild disheveled hair and he looked at Patrick with first shock, and then he hid his mouth behind his palm to keep his snort from coming out.

"Patrick Michael Leary-- you are supposed to be more graceful then me."

Yup, this was Nicky alright if Patrick had any doubt in his mind. "Do I have to kiss it and make it better?" He said as he scooted to sit on the edge of the bed in all of his naked glory. "I will take your mind off your bruised ass."

That was a promise, especially with his prick already twitching against his flat pale stomach.

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Really though! He was the coordinated one between the two of them. Not that anyone could possibly tell that if they'd been paying attention the past couple nights. He managed to untangle himself enough to peel his sweatpants off fully, and then lob them right at Nicky's face.

"Shut up, you. Maybe your klutz is contagious."

That was clearly it. He'd spent too long around Nicky and now he was doomed to an ongoing losing battle against gravity. But even if he was fussing, Patrick couldn't help the relief flooding through him, the way a smile lit up his face, because this was Nicky. His Nicky.

He moved then, on his knees as he settled himself between Nicky's legs. "A kiss might help."

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The shorts hit him square in the face because it happened fast and he did not think to move, instead he leaned backward and raised a brow though as Trick came back to him, those blue eyes heated up rather quickly. He tilted his head with such a smouldering bit of mischief. "Do you want me to kiss your lips.. or your cock because I have thought about that too..."

The redhead leaned backward then, spreading bis legs and giving Trick the perfect down field view of Nicky's cock, his sacs between his legs, those thighs with the sprigged of ginger hair-- every part of him was on display.

"Thinking about what you would taste like in my mouth as you came..." he bit his lower lip then at the memory and thought. "Thinking of the sounds you would make as I ate your ass out."

Nicky really was not playing fair.

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Trick was discovering that Nicky's mouth was far filthier than Patrick had ever dreamed, and fuck him it was going to be the death of him. Really he was madly in love and attracted to this nerd already, and Nicky was deliberately temping him right now. He bit back a groan as Nicky went and posed for him.

"Fuck me," Trick muttered under his breath before surging up from the floor to more or less pounce Nicky right back to the bed.

"Yes, you asshole. I want all of those things and more. Do you have any idea the hell I've lived in the past... fuck I don't even know how long? As long as I can remember. Because oh I have thought about it too, thought about you so much."

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They were absolutely going to be the death of each other in all the best ways; and Nicky's words were not filtered. It was often said that nerds had the filthiest minds, and it was absolutely true in this situation with Nicky giving voice to all those dirty things. He fell back against the bed with Trick atop him, and he gave a look that was positively smouldering even as he ran his fingers against that chest.

Neither of them wanting to admit their 'in love' status because they were afraid of the other pushing them away.

He groaned and his eyes flittered shut for a moment before he reached around to slide his fingertips against the line of that back, following vertebrae with the tip of a digit while he leaned up to press his mouth open against Patrick's neck and gave it a suck that was hard and would absolutely leave a mark there come morning. "Speaking of assholes...." and then he arched up as much as he could see if he could rub himself greedily against Patrick, as if he was a cat.

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"You are the actual worst," Trick informed him before catching that filthy mouth with his own to see about kissing him breathless. It was a goal, and he was determined, though he'd probably put himself in the same state. Oh well, sometimes one had to make strategic sacrifices in battle.

Without breaking from the kiss, he fumbled around to recover the bottle of lube once more. Then it was a matter of reaching back hooking his fingers behind one of Nick's knees and urging it back and up so that he would have the other man perfectly spread for him.