: Saintsmourn - Nicholas & Patrick :

[dangernerd]

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]

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.

[giveeverything]

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.

[giveeverything]

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..."

[dangernerd]

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.

[giveeverything]

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.

[dangernerd]

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.

[giveeverything]

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.

[giveeverything]

"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.

[giveeverything]

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.

[giveeverything]

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."

[dangernerd]

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.

[giveeverything]

"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.

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It was a sad but unfortunately true fact that most of the sexual confidence came from Kirkland women, the men were not quite sure of themselves-- whereas Patricia was a lean hourglass figure with curves, Nicholas got long slender limbs that made him feel more like slenderman or a creepypasta of some sort. As a teen, his growth spurt had been horrible and awkward and he'd resembled more colt than man.

But Trick right now was making him feel very sexy with the way he pushed back his thigh. Desirable was another word for it... those eyes that were so intense, nearly fucking him into the bed by sight alone.

"You are not meant to be a priest, Trick." He said this almost insistantly as he felt that heat grow throughout him once again, lush and flowing like lava.

"You are meant to sin with me, like this." He says this as he tries to resist the urge to grab at that prick again, to stroke it while he was prepped.

[giveeverything]

Oh Patrick would happily spend the next few forevers convincing Nicky just how desirable he was, and just how badly Trick wanted him. He'd spent years hiding it, for god's sake, for fear of ruining the friendship between them. Discovering that this was somehow mutual -- APPARENTLY, THANK YOU INCUBUS POSSESSION -- was a world changing moment.

Trick was currently settling between Nicky's thighs, urging the other man to open them wider for him. He poured a generous drizzle of lube along his fingers, working in gently between them to warm it before he began a slow tease, one finger circling slowly around that tight little hole. He looked up at those words, unable to help a laugh -- though it was rough and breathy.

"Yeah, gonna be real honest with you. Only reason I was even considering it was because I thought I'd never be able to have you." And who else could possibly compare to his Nicky? No one. Vows of celibacy were a good place for a man in constant state of gay panic.

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One arm around that shoulder, he was overcome with a healthy amount of lust that had been given life to breath but those words hit just as clearly and he understood that, understood that there was something there-- powerful, like a red string that linked them together but which they did not know the depth of.

His lips crashed against Patrick's, waves upon waves of pure desire as it absolutely became uncontrollable, even as his back arched, he managed to relax those tight walls so that Patrick could far more easily fuck his fingers into him when the time came to breach those walls.

The kiss was all that needed to be spoken, it was an affirmation. Tongues sliding together while the other man clung to him like honey, the taste of himself made him want more, but also made him want to taste his lover's spend when the time came.

"Mmmmmmmm..." he bit at lower lip, at chin, at neck.. anywhere he could get as if he had to kiss Trick or else he would expire.

[giveeverything]

It had not escaped Trick's mind that they would have to do something about Nicky's current possession predicament other than fucking each other's brains out. That was a (thoroughly enjoyable) short term solution. Right now though, well, making sure that Nicky was okay and coherent enough and not on the verge of dying was step one.

Except the thing was, it was so simple to forget this wasn't an entirely natural thing. Now that Trick felt like this really was Nicky in control, that the other man actually did want this -- did want him. They really would have to have a talk about this when things were less fraught.

He gasped softly as Nicky's lips went wandering. And that seemed to have been the nudge of momentum that Trick needed to be bold enough to begin to ease a finger past that tight, puckered rim. "Tell me if I go too fast or if it hurts or if you don't like it."

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It would be enjoyable until the chafing set in.

But for right now we were not thinking about it, the two of them had a very gracious case of dick-lubrication in which case the chafing would not set in until the 4th or 5th time. For right now though, it was fine and it was sexy, very very sexy especially with the way that Trick looked at him if he was going to consume him. Ah yes, that was very good and made his toes curl and his prick twitch in the best possible way.

Also Nicholas was a natural talker, anxiety or otherwise so he would look forward to the 'relationship' talk that would invariably result from this. Because he would want it, alot in fact. To be able to call Trick his boyfriend? What was not to like about it.

"I promise.." he murmured almost with a whispered gasping breath, sharing that space as his hole walls started to clench around the finger that was intruding within him. It was a tight fit but it did not hurt, in fact because his walls were so sensitive from the blood coursing through him, the tinge of discomfort felt good because it was also a tingling that heralded things to come.

Experimentally, his hips started to roll.

[giveeverything]

Trick really had no real concept of what he was truly in for. He was still half thinking that Nicky, possessed or not, was still a human man. He'd have to rest in between, right? It wasn't like he could just stay hard and keep coming, right? Like the fact that Trick had sucked him off once and he was still ready to go, he'd chalked up to the long night trying to resist and the energy of a healthy, heretofore sexually repressed young man.

"Good boy," Trick encouraged at that promise, smiling at the way he could feel Nicky's hips rolling against his finger. His eager, greedy Nicky. It was a good look on him, Trick thought. But god he could feel how tight Nicky was around even just one finger, and at the thought of what it would feel like to be inside him, his brain very nearly whited out.

When he came back to himself enough to focus, he drew his finger free before pressing back inside, a second one alongside the first now, twisting and scissoring and massaging at that clenching passage.

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Nicholas may have just about died and gone to heaven with the way that he was the center of Trick's attention. Granted, he was used to that-- there had never been a time when he and Trick had not been caught up and wrapped up in each other, but there was the way that Trick made him feel, and coupled with the 'good boy' that seemed to ping on a heretofore undiscovered praise kink that seemed to be genetic? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"That's not.. you're not playing fair." he gasped against Patrick's shoulder as he had to take a big inhale of air, the praise having ploughed into him like a wrecking ball.

Instead what he did was reach between them to grab Nicholas' cock and then he started to stroke it lightly, feeling the pulse underneath his skin. Ah yes, this was a good way to get back at the other man-- tease him a little bit with a thumb swipe against slit, soaking up precome and it was rather too hard to resist, and so he did not-- he released the cock so that he could suck on his now wet with pre-seed fingertips, the taste nearly melting on his mouth.

[giveeverything]

"Nope," Trick agreed. He was not playing fair at all. "And I don't plan on starting either." Fairness could get lost. Patrick wanted to take Nicky apart with his bare hands and put him back together, see what sweet sounds he could inspire in the other man, find out what Nicky looked like as he let himself go and lost himself entirely to pleasure and desire.

Of course, he hadn't considered Nicky fighting back with an equal lack of fair play. So the groan that hand around his prick drew from him was a startled one, his hips jerking towards that touch before he could even realize his body had decided to move.

And then? Then he watched Nicky lick his fingers like he'd stolen some taste of his favorite treat, and seriously? "...now who's not playing fair?" Nicholas Kirkland. That was who.

Trick would not be distracted from the task at hand though, and even if he'd never done this with anyone else, he'd explored his own body enough to know what he was looking for, fingers seeking out Nicky's prostate to see if he could make the other man really moan for him.