: 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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Trick just grinned at this bit of news, because well well. How about that. "Yeah? Well good, because I like it too. Feels right." Very right. Hell, he'd been crooning Baby to Nicky in all his fantasies for years, so really, life was imitating, er, art? Yeah, sure, art.

His smile only widened as he found himself pushed, settling onto his back and winding his arms around his best-friend-turned-lover as Nicky settled in. Oh he could get used to this. He would like to get used to this, to mornings starting this way. He did remember though that there was an incubus infestation they had to deal with.

And they were both still naked. Hmm. Yeah, okay, this was pretty excellent incubus issue or not.

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Right now, Nicky was quite content where he was-- except not quite so content if the turn of his angles had anything to say about it; a lock of his curling red hair sleep tousled managed to tickle against the sharp line of Trick's cheek which was just as precious to him as anything could've been. Perhaps even more precious if he was being honest with himself, and he really hadn't been honest with himself had he?

"I don't think anything is getting done until I've had breakfast."

It appeared that he was calling it that now-- truth be told, Nicholas required three square meals a day now, and perhaps even a midnight snack. They needed to work within a specific time frame.

Guess now was a good time for Trick to start eating his fruits, his vegetables and also foods rich in healthy fats, and zinc.

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"Yeah? Well let's get you a snack then. I think we have some protein bars. And I can get the coffee going if you--"

Trick paused, looking at the way that Nicky was looking at him. "...why are you looking at me like I'm the snack?" Was that what this was? Because Trick could get behind that sort of breakfast buffet, if Nicholas wanted. He reached up to brush back some of that messy ginger hair with a smile, finding one lock that he could twist around his finger.

"You're kind of beautiful all sleep-mussed like this..." Just in case Nicky was wondering.

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As if there was any doubt whatsoever, he brought himself until both their cocks alighned, and then he undulated almost suggestively, even as he leaned down so that he could capture that mouth with his own; his tongue sliding a slow trail against the plump lower-lipped flesh before diving inside as if he was thirsty and the only way to slake lingered with his grasp.

Nope, no food was desired.

Nicky pulls back but a centimeter and then spoke in that sleep husky voice. "You do look good enough to eat.." and then he rested his forehead against Tricks, "I could eat your ass.." he had never tried it before but he rather thought that Trick would look good with his hips up in the air, and making sweet noises over things that he was doing to him.

Listen, Nicky had viewed a lot of porn and each of those things he'd seen, he'd imagined doing to Trick.

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Oh. Well. That certainly was something wasn't it? Floodgates were open and neither of them were playing coy with desires or feelings, and Trick thought he could happily get used to that. If he survived long enough. There was also the distinct possibility that Nicky was trying to kill him saying things like that.

He choked on a sound that was halfway into a whimper and halfway into an attempt at words, and mostly just manifested in his failing to breathe properly in the moment. His face flushed brightly even as he found himself arching up against the other man, seeking out that delicious feeling of Nicky's arousal rutting against his own.

"You ah... you could. If you wanted to."

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"I want to." Nicky affirmed as he pulled his lips away but only so that he was kissing a very decided trail down that body, against the collarbone and then he very slowly and painstakingly tasted those nipples. There had been many times when Trick had been shirtless that he wanted to do just that, his tongue guiding out to lightly play with a stiffened peak.

It was true that Nicholas was clearly attempting to murder his best friend.

"Do you want me to?" another nudge of his tongue, glancing up at Trick with mischief in his eyes.

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Yeah Nicky really did want him dead in this lifetime too, because Patrick could not actually be expected to survive this, could he? It was utterly insane to think he wouldn't just spontaneously combust with each touch of those lips, especially as they teased at his nipples.

Trick writhed beneath him, unable to keep still.

"Fuck. Yes. Fuck of course I do. I want you to do whatever you want." All of it. That was what Trick wanted.

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The skin was so perfect, so smooth-- he could pass his hand over his chest and feel sprigged hair that ran over it, but Trick was far more perfect than anyone had a right to be and he could spend forever worshipping at the altar. Something tugged at his mind that perhaps there had been a few lifetimes since the last time they had done something like this, had been allowed to.

He slide his way down that body, warm mouth at the abdomen that was far more toned then his own, and then he was nipping at the v that would angle sharply downward, usually into sleep pants but right now he could see exactly the shape of him. He glanced upward at Trick, his eyes dancing with such mischief that was meant solely for him.

"Good, Sweetheart-- I want that too."

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Trick shivered, a pleasant thrill racing through him with each touch of those lips. And he made the mistake of looking down at Nicky, meeting that wicked gaze. Oh. This side of Nicky was so close to everything he knew about him, that mischievous streak, irrepressible and magnetic, but now tinged with an undeniably carnal desire fixed on him of all people.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

His fingers brushed back Nicky's hair from his face. "Please, baby?"

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There were many levels of Nicholas, some were decidedly bratty; other sides were absolutely sensual in the intensity. Right now all of those different faceted sides were fixated on Trick and thus did he move to wrap his fingers around the dick presented to him, giving it a firm squeeze before finally he leaned down and gave it a very steady lick.

A hum at the taste of salty precome gathered at the slit, the way it throbbed so perfectly in his palm.

And those eyes still on Trick.

"This is only a brief stop before the main event, yeah?" his other hand on Patrick's hip so that he could turn him when the time came for the other guy to feast, and gods he would feast.

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It was a bit overwhelming -- in the best way that anyone could possibly imagine -- to be on the receiving end of all of Nicky's attention, intense and encompassing as it was. Overwhelming and incredibly arousing. Those fingers found his prick, and Trick was already moaning, the sound rising in volume and pitch at the touch of that tongue.

His head fell back, fingers gripping tightly at the sheets beneath him, holding on for dear life even.

"I... yeah. That... feels good." Understatement of the millennium.

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Just a little taste even though the hint of precome that seasoned dick left him wanting even more; wondering what the taste of his spend would be like, what would the flavor be? But he dragged his mouth away so that he could press his hand against him and then very carefully push him into position.

"On your stomach, sexy." Nicky said with a playful smile, the sort of smile that was reserved for some of their greatest collaborations. But this was a collaboration too, was it not? "The sooner you are on your stomach, the sooner I get to taste your hole."

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All right, Trick realized that he wasn't going to survive Nicholas Kirkland, and you know what? He was fine with that. There was some irony in this since this was -- unbeknownst to either of them, given that they were not even yet aware of the curse that had followed them through lifetimes -- the lifetime where their curse had been circumvented.

He whimpered as that mouth moved away from his prick, but was not going to argue at all with the next words that Nicky spoke. Flushing a red that would rival the reddest rose, he moved to roll over onto his stomach, peeking back over his shoulder at the other man, in a way that was meant to be coy but only managed to be flustered and very turned on.

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Was survival really necessary right now? Absolutely not-- if they died in a fire of their own making, at least it would be warm and then would be consumed together. He slid between those thigh and with his fingers at those hips and then he caught sight of Patrick's flushed features.

Oh that was a throb if ever there was one, insistant as he stared-- he looked like his entire world had transformed in the course of a single day. And then his tongue came out to wet his lower lip, perhaps imagining what that would taste like.

A soft groan came from his mouth even as he dipped himself so that he could press a kiss against the top of that rear, giving a bit of bite and also the fleeting glancing burn of scruff against skin. This was a precursor to that final nail in the coffin it would appear.

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This was not fair of Nicholas to be this fucking sexy. Trick was, until the night before, a gay panicking dumb virgin. And the thing that had changed since then was the virgin part. How could Nicky look at him like that, actually want him as much as Trick wanted him? It still felt surreal somehow.

A whimper at the feeling of those teeth, and he let his head fall forward to bury his face in the blankets, like he might have to smother himself for his own sanity. There was something terrible open and vulnerable about this, something that he couldn't imagine being with anyone other than his Nicholas.

That didn't stop him from groaning softly. "You're killing me, Nicky."

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"Am I?" he said with a chuckle, castling a glance at Patrick over the curve of that rear, and then he slid his mouth downward until he was tonguing and teething at that very tight budded entrance, drawing a circle with a stiffened tongue, then dragging downward to catch against the taint, back up again to suck and nibble.

With his facial hair leaking a tactile reminder of it's presence, just a symphony of sensation as he enjoyed the mere act of pleasuring Nicky like this, servicing him. Oh yes, Nicky was still hungry as that Incubus blood ran strong but at least he was giving Trick something, a special treat.

Selfishly also something he'd been wanting to do to the other guy for the longest time.

Brazenly he stabbed that tongue into the tight hole them, to taste him deeper and further.

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"Yeah, you really fucking aa...ah...."

So much for words. But how could he really be expected to stay coherent when Nicky was using his mouth to drive him out of his mind. His face was still buried in the blankets. Someone whimpered an embarrassingly needy sound, and Trick realized rather quickly that it had been him.

He could feel the bristly scratch of Nicky's beard, a counterpoint to the heated, wet brush of that tongue. Trick really wanted to know what porn Nicky had been watching because apparently the other man had gotten some fairly fantastic ideas. His back arched without his conscious permission, lifting his ass and presenting it for more of that attention.

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Well, they could watch some together at another more convenient point in time where they did not have to worry about all of this? But that was for future them thoughts, had no place in the now. He could taste the other man, and those desperate hot sounds that Trick made absolutely had him increasing those tongue laps back and forth.. deep and sensual, expertly eating the other man out in a manner that may not have had the most finesse but certainly did convey a bit of deep seated enjoyment.

Honestly and conversely, he was also taking himself in hand while he did so, squeezing his own hungry cockhead to pebble drops of precome out, thickening with anticipation.

Deeper and deeper, over and over, making little groans of pleasure as he did so-- while he worked to drive Trick made with pleasure. He had a feeling that it was working.

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Oh god they could. They would. They'd uncover each other's kinks -- probably discover entirely new ones to explore too -- and be impossible to be around in general for anyone who didn't want to linger in the aura of a couple so utterly into each other that it was absurd.

Trick had, obviously, never had anyone touch him like this, and it was intensely good and he could barely wrap his mind around each new sensation. So he stopped trying to, stopped trying to understand and intellectualize for once in his life and just let himself feel. His own cock ached, precome beading at the slit, a slow drip against the sheets beneath him.

"Fuck... baby I need..." He wasn't even sure what he needed, except Nicky.

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They would be terrible, so into each other that they would strive to become one on every occasion, with arms around waists and hands in back pockets. The entire catholic campus would know they were two queers who needed each other beyond reason, it was fine because well their families? Knew that they were anyways.. and God? Probably knew too.

He backed away, leaving the other man bereft, then he slowly pressed a finger into that deliciously slick hole and started to fuck it slowly.

"What do you need, sweetheart?"

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And heaven help anyone who tried to separate them. Well, then, that had always been true, but would likely be even more the case now. But it was also true that anyone who knew them wouldn't be even remotely surprised at this new development between them.

Trick whined as Nicky drew back, lifting his head to glance back at him, still flushed, blue eyes dark with lust, and he wasn't even the one currently possessed by an incubus. A low groan as that finger fucked into him. It was good. It wasn't enough.

"I need more. I need you."

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Nicky was not proof against the way that the other man looked at him, with wanton need that sent a twitch airmailed right to his dick where a throb absolutely started there and then intensified all through his body. He found himself utterly fascinated by those darkened shade of blue that was so different from his own blue.

Two different shades, like too different bodies of water-- but right now both were as dark as night

He very methodically ran his cockhead against that hole up and down as if proving a point. "Do you want this, love?"

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They were perfectly matched, two parts of a greater whole in so many ways, alike and different, and Trick couldn't imagine his life without Nicholas. And right at this moment, he couldn't imagine living another moment more without having Nicky inside him.

The feeling of that cock at his hole, the heated press and the slick slide against him had him choking on a cry that sounded embarrassingly wanton to his own ears. But just in case that wasn't answer enough, he nodded, swallowing thickly before he found his voice. "I want it. Need it. I need you to fuck me. Please, baby?"

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"Do you think you are prepared enough, love?" Nicky said, his voice losing only a little bit of playful so that he could very carefully stroke those inner walls. "I am leaking so much for you, so once I get inside you, I will have no problem sliding.. but." he said as he pushed another finger in, it was a tight fit but he knew that he needed to make absolutely sure.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the center of Trick's back, to skid is lips lightly against there.

"I love you and I do not want anything to hurt you." his voice said, and he would never hurt Trick even at the expensive of his own life, including the way that he as a Incubus desired sexual energy and required it to live.

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Trick whined once more as that second finger joined the first. He was tight, and the only thing he'd had inside him before were his own fingers and the fantasy that it was something else, someone else, the exact man currently expertly taking him apart with those fingers.

"I don't care. I need you now." And maybe Trick didn't mind if things were a little rough. God knew common sense and self preservation weren't his strong suits outside the bedroom, why would they be different here? So maybe he was a bit demanding. Maybe more than a bit. That couldn't be too surprising, could it?