: 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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"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?

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The demanding was a bit of a turn-on considering that when it came down to it, Nicholas was not very demanding at all-- he was quiet in his fire, but that did not mean that he did not scoff at when people that he cared about perceived him; right now he was set upon giving Trick whatever he wanted, because he adored him. Another kiss to the shoulder and then he gave a few long luxuriant strokes before finally he shifted so that he could very carefully crest through the tight hole.

He did this carefully after he smeared precome all over the miniature folds, and then he pushed and breeched, hissing out a breathless "Fuck..." as his cockhead was soon subsumed by the tight heat, his head back as he tried to process the feelings. Oh yes, this sex thing? Nicky was such a big fan.

"You are so perfect.. gods. That's it sweetheart, take all of me." he coaxed in that adoring way of his, the same way that he tended to talk when he was going through a particularly difficult stage of a video game, but his voice being a thousand times huskier.

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Trick's eyes fluttered halfway shut at the brush of those lips to his shoulder, the utter sweetness and tenderness of it making his heart pound in his chest. He loved Nicholas Kirkland so much it was impossible to put into words or even anything approaching coherent thought.

And then Nicky's cock was pressing inside him, and he could feel the ache as his hole slowly yielded around that girth and Nicholas sank inside him properly. Trick hands fisted into the sheets, head falling forward with a shaky, overwhelmed moan. "Fuck..." he agreed in a trembling whimper.

A breath as he willed himself to relax as Nicky slowly filled him inch by inch. "Oh god..." Trick moaned, back arching as he rolled his hips back against the other man to urge him on, to hilt himself completely, as he tried to wrap his head around how sexy Nicky sounded saying things like that to him, calling him sweetheart.

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Well, if there was any doubt or preconcieved notions as to how this would go down, they were summerarily dumped in the trash where they belonged; that, therefore, allowed Nicky to fully enjoy the athletic prowess of that body as it undulated against his own without rhyme or reason.

Oh yes, he enjoyed the way that Trick moved with such seamless grace. Easy to appreciate it while realizing that where oneself was concerned it was a miracle that there had as of yet not been a falling off of the bed.

But a few moments and then Nicky bottomed out on the other man, as deep as he could concievably go-- and vaugely sad that he was unable to just disappear within.

"How are you feeling?" He managed to groan as he reached underneath so that he could palm that stiffened prick, closing his fingers around it to give an expiremental stroke in time with the twitching of Trick's aLls around him.

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Fate ought not to be tempted by reminding gravity of how unnaturally kind it was being to Nicky. Maybe the incubus was working on their side enough that they wouldn't wind up taking a tumble.

Trick was, however, far too preoccupied to worry about that at the moment. He panted softly as he felt Nicky's hips come to rest flush against his ass, knew then and there that the other man was fully buried inside him. He moaned again as that hand wrapped around his cock, hips twitching towards that touch before grinding back against the other man.

"So full of you... god Nicky... it's good. Move, please. Fuck me."

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That was entirely not fair, the filthy and lewd noises that the other man was making as he ground back against him, all but begging for him-- that was like a drug to his blood stream and he had to take a deep breath before he passed out from a pleasured overstimulation from his brain and heart getting keelhauled coupled with the squeezing of his dick by those tight walls.

He started to move, pressing deeply into the other man while he steadied himself with one hand against his hip and the other continuing that stroke. "You feel perfect, I am glad I waited til I could fuck you sweetheart." Though they both knew that it was likely with the level of antisocial that Nicky was, that may have had him waiting forever.

It had always been Trick that could draw him out, had always been him.

There was a soft moan and then he struck sharply against that spot, nearly lost in the sensations that their bodies soaked up with every slick collision. And then he leaned in to open mouth against that shoulder, and scraped his teeth lightly-- that being coupled by the scratch of scruff.

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Okay so yeah, sex was fantastic. Or well, sex with Nicky in particular was fantastic. Trick imagined that the fact that Nicholas was the one touching him, the one inside him, made it all the more exquisite. They were, in every sense he could imagine, made for each other.

And that was all the clearer when Nicky finally began moving inside him. Trick turned to nuzzle back against Nicky, as he felt those teeth at his shoulder, the familiar scratch of that beard against skin.

Then Nicky's cock found the perfect angle, and knocked a sharp, pleasured cry from Patrick's lips. "Fuck... there. God, baby... it's good. You're good. So good."

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There was now a carnal map that had been added ceremoniously to their worlds just like so; and they were both intrepid enough that it would only serve to get bigger; that is if they managed to survive the incubus inhabitation that was at the current moment flowing through Nicky's blood stream. The thing with that is that ultimately, there would need to be some sort of way for this to be neutralized or else Trick be fucked into a state of first being chafed, and then exhaustion.

He pressed kisses upon kisses at the back of that neck, allowing a harsh sigh to flow through his lungs at the tight squeeze while he moved, allowing his moments to firm and quicken little by little so that he did not stay in one place for too long.

"I want you to like having sex with me." his voice hitched, because well yeah that was the truth-- in all honestly he wanted this to be a forever thing if that wasn't too much to ask.

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Trick was destined to be fucked within an inch of his life by this, but he'd hang in there. Like a champ. Before eventually he had to drag himself and Nicholas to a priest. But they weren't there yet.

Right now they were exactly here, those lips playing along his neck, that cock plunging deep inside him and striking relentlessly against his prostate in a way that his own arousal leaking precome and aching as he arched back to meet each thrust of Nicky's hips with his own.

When Nicky spoke though, Trick couldn't hold back a laugh -- even if it was half moan by the time he was finished. "Baby, there is no chance I won't like it. I love it. I love being with you like this. It's better than I imagined. And I did imagine... a lot."

Over and over.

Patrick ducked his head, pressing his face to the mattress, cries muffled there, ass still quite wantonly in the air to make sure that Nicky had full access to fucking his brains out. "You're going to make me come. Fuck. I'm close..."

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Not yet--

But soon.

Well that certainly did rub Nicky's ego the right way; now if only the Incubus had given him a dose of confidence, but no he had still been plagued with uncertainty that had not quite caught up with his dick. Therefore as Trick reassured him, he allowed himself a purr of pleasure, a deeper slide right into Trick's ass to feel the way that the other man clenched and tightened around him.

"You can come.. gods fuck I want to make you come." he murmured brokenly against that earlobe before he took it right into his mouth and then he teethed and tongued at it, letting out even more purrs as he slammed right into the other man, thighs smacking against thigh in a way that was nigh near filthy.

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Trick would quite happily rub Nicky's ego whenever he needed; he'd rub all sorts of other things too if the other wanted him too. He knew his best friend well enough to understand some of Nicky's insecurities, and would be the first to do what he could to soothe them. Because Nicholas deserved to know exactly how amazing he was, and how much Trick loved him and wanted him, and how the gangly clumsy nerd riz was so sexy it had Patrick Leary in full on gay panic for years and would never release its stranglehold.

Another shaky, breathless moan as those teeth played at his ear, at the way he could feel those words as much as hear them. He had no hope for holding out. Nicky slammed inside him and Trick went catapulting over the edge. This time his voice rose in a cry that their neighbors in the next dorm room would definitely here, and then he was coming, hole spasming, tightening around the prick still moving inside him.

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And that gangly nerd riz was still there, with clumsiness that had grown even more clumsy over the years-- it was a good thing that he had never been pressured to sports or other coordination building activities because he probably would have broken so many more things; no he'd been encouraged to read and read some more.

Did the loud cry please something deep within Nicky? Absolutely, yeah-- he hoped that the guys next store realized that they were fucking their brains out, it may make things a little bit awkward in retrospect but okay so there was a bit of the unrepentant in Nicky that knew he was probably hell bound and it was fine; this was quite the way to go.

"Yeah, that's it.. scream for me." and then the tensing and spasming seemed to coax his own orgasm out and he groaned, releasing the earlobe before he buried his face in neck, a filthy cry that was caught against skin and then he came, releasing his seed deep inside Trick, painting those walls and making the movements far more slick and sticky.

They'd need a morning shower after this, definitely.

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Half their hall probably assumed they were fucking way before now, but now well, yeah no doubt about it for anyone within earshot. Trick didn't care either, was too swept up in the ecstasy of his climax that he couldn't really think of anything even approaching coherence.

Instead he was focused on catching his breath, on waiting for the shivers to subside. Nicky saying those words though, they earned another cry because what the fuck how was he this sexy it was not fair in any way.

He could feel the way that Nicky's body tensed against his own, knew that Nick had filled him with his come, could feel the start of it seeping from his hole as the other man continued moving against him.

"Fuck, baby... that was.. you are... fuck me you're perfect."

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Everyone on campus assumed that they were boyfriends, it was mainly because they did not date and that they were never seen without each other-- it was nice that now people knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were absolutely together. A big resounding yes where Nicky was concerned-- though he slid himself on top of the other man, thereby squishing him right into the bed.

It was fine, Nicky was feeling like a lump at this point in time. He kissed against Patrick's neck and then slid his arms around the shoulders as they lay there like a particularly sex-filled sandwich.

"Says the perfect one." Nicky said with a huff of laughter, feeling nice and satiated.

At that moment Jella used this time to jump onto Nicky's back, right on his shoulders. There was a groan and then a little bit of added weight as Jella made herself comfortable. "So, I hope you are comfortable because I can't move."

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Trick only oofed a little, like a deflating squeaky toy. But it was for show. Nicky was not heavy, and this was entirely pleasant. He didn't want Nicky to go anywhere but exactly where he was.

Then Jella joined the pile, and Trick squeaked again. "Yup, yeah, yup. I'm good." He wheezed.

Except then he laughed. "I'm very comfortable, baby. I don't want you to go anywhere." This was all sorts of excellent, actually. "Just so you know, we're not gonna need two beds anymore." Trick was a cuddler, apparently. There were things he was learning about himself.

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They would have to be good because Jella had decided that this pile was the perfect place to loaf upon, she was at this moment digging into his shoulder blades like she owned the place, and also like it was a throne of men upon which she could be queen over all she surveyed.

You know, the usual cat things.

"Good, because I an not too inclined to sleep by myself anymore, sorry you can't get rid of me Trick." he said this as he made himself comfortable, resting his cheek against the top of Trick's head and then he decided it would be cute to rub himself all over the other guy, like a cat would.

Standard behavior.

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Jella was the boss of them. Trick had accepted this years ago. The hierarchy went Jella, Nicky, Trick. ...which was how they were currently stacked. This struck him as funny, and he buried his face in the sheets to stifle a snort of a laugh.

"Like I'd ever want to get rid of you, idiot." It was a fond little endearment, clearly. Didn't everyone call their lover an idiot?

Then his idiot started rubbing against him, and Trick laughed again, squirming against him because it was oddly ticklish. Of course, the squirming was a quick reminder that Nicky wasn't just on top of him but also still quite firmly inside of him. Well. Fuck. That was a thing.

Also. "Christ, Baby. Are you still hard?"