: 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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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?"

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Oh?

Oh...

Oh!

He was still hard, it had escaped his notice perhaps because the two of them were being companionable idiots together, but yeah.. he was totally hard as he was buried right in Trick, and he could not move because Jella was on top of him.

Nicky hid his head in the shoulder and said a bit sheepishly. "Yeah, guess I am.... am I hurting you?"

Seriously, the ginger idiot was attempting to stay still because first there was laws against dislodging cats from perches-- and Nicky wasn't particularly horny, but he was still very hard.

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Trick couldn't hold back a laugh. "No, baby. Don't worry about me. I'm good." Nicky was sweet, worrying about him in this.

"I'm more concerned about you. Like, you're a walking warning-from-a-viagra-commercial at this point in time. Like should we be seeking medical attention?" Now Trick was being a brat, but Nicky couldn't be that surprised, could he? He knew what he was getting into.

They'd known each other their entire lives, after all. No secrets at all of who they were, and how much they belonged together.

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Nicky had always worried about Trick, especially after the accident. Had fussed over him in true Nicky fashion, had brought him all of his favorite toy airplanes and some of his books. Even though Nicky was not the most intuitive person on the planet, he had in his childlike way sensed something had been amiss. And so he'd been a little bit clingy, almost as something inside of him knew that he had been so close to losing his soulmate.. and not quite understanding it at that point in time.

"So, I am hard but not particularly.. spicy?" he said as he rested his head against a shoulder, the locks of his hair tickling against Trick's neck in the process. "Like, I suppose I could go another round if I wanted to, but there's no great need at this moment." and he did not feel chafed, at least not yet.

But there was a decided danger.

"We may want to set a timer or something? So that we can figure out how long approximately we have until it gets to be insistant?"

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Trick's memories of that accident were a blur at best, and even in the days around it, everything felt like a dream, at the time and still. He did remember Nicky being there though, remembered that his best friend's presence was really the only thing that made him feel properly connected.

He remembered how worried Liam had been too, how broken up his brother had been. That was back when they'd been close, after all, when he'd looked up to Liam with the sort of hero worship he'd never admit to that many little siblings cultivated for their older counterparts. He also knew something in him had changed that day, but that thought had become a soft whisper at the back of his mind that he'd learned to ignore.

Nicky was talking though and Trick was once more dissolving into laughter, shoulders shaking -- which meant that Nicky would be shaken and so would Jella. "Are you turning your hardon into a science experiment?"

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Very briefly, Nicky lifted his head off of Trick's shoulder-- accompanying it was a little breathy huff that seemed to carry Nicholas' typical sense of humor to it's fine point. "What? You mean that's not what normal people do?" he dropped a kiss onto the shoulder, you know since he was there and that shoulder looked particularly unkissed.

In response, Jella dug her claws into his back in an effort to take back control of the situation. She really was a very pushy cat when it came down to it.

"Okay, so Jella says ix-nay on this conversation-ay." he allowed himself another muffled though it was chuckle. "But it is a good idea, in fact I am not even sure this thing ever went down? That may make wearing pants a challenge."

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"It is, emphatically, not what any normal person would do." Just, you know, Nicky type persons. In fairness, that was Trick's favorite type of person, so it all worked out. Trick's laughter -- and therefor the vibrating of their pyramid's foundation -- kept shaking its way out of him, but he tried to take a breath and calm himself too.

But okay that was more serious. "Yeah, that would make pants awkward. It's fine. Maybe we can figure out how to fix this before we need to put you into pants."

Or worse come to worst, Trick had some baggy sweatpants he could lend Nicky that would probably do in a pinch if they had to make their way anywhere for project expel incubus. "Okay, so we start timing it. It's been, what, like ten minutes so far? Still hard but not horny?"

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The good thing about Nicky is that he was a problem-solver, once a problem was acknowledged. And unfortunately while it was a delightful problem; he knew well the dangers of overstimulation, he'd learned that the first time he'd discovered the pleasant feelings that could come from your own hand.

Chafing had occurred, as well as an innate lesson in moderation.

Incubii bodies did not like moderation, it was all too clear.

"My jeans will probably work and maybe one of your oversized hoodies or sweaters." Nicky did not wear oversized clothes generally, his own garments were pretty fitted because of his slender frame which could make him looking like he was floundering in too much water made of fabric. But that would allow him to try on one of Trick's hoodies on for size. "After all, I think your clothes are clearly made out of boyfriend material."

Bad joke, Jella was gonna get real clawsy when Trick started laughing at that.

It'd be worth it though.

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It was fine. Trick would take one -- would take significantly more than one -- for the team and let Nickubus fuck him into exhaustion while they figured a way to fix this. He was tough.

For the first part of this little discussion, Trick was happily picturing Nicky in one of his big hoodies, which was a very pleasant image that yes, that would be perfectly fine by him. Then Nicky kept talking.

"...what the fuck, you nerd!" Trick did indeed dissolve into laughter. Fuck. Why was he so attracted to this absolute cheesy loser who had so much nerd charisma it was going to be the death of him,

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Jella gave that back a good skitter as she was upset from her perch, then hopped down with a huff, though she did whack at Patrick's hair for good measure, a very measured thwack at dislodging her from her human and then she went off to lick her injured ego, on Trick's discarded pants.

Though Nicky did finally roll off from on top of his boyfriend and then laughed, the clawing well that was just part and parcel of having a cat so he was not too hard pressed about it.

"Listen, I have been dying to use that in a conversation and well I guess you are the winner, yeah?" Nicky said with a charming smile, on his stomach now because the pressure against his dick felt nice, chin on his arms as he glanced over at Trick, enjoying the sparkle in those eyes.

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Note to self to buy Jella apology Churus later. For now though, Trick shifted enough to settle more on his side facing Nicky, one hand propping his head up, the other reaching out to tease over the curve of the other man's shoulder, down the curve of his spine.

"Yeah, I'm definitely the winner here."

Because yeah, look whose boyfriend he got to be. Patrick Leary was so in love he thought he might be lost in the landslide of it for the rest of eternity. His eyes traced down the same path his fingers had just taken and then back the way they'd come to find Nicky's gaze.

He heard himself murmur, "Beautiful..." before he realized he'd said it aloud. Well, why not say it out loud? He could now, after ages of biting his tongue so hard he was lucky to still have it.

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"You think I am beautiful? Do I need to get you eyeglasses?" Nicky said with a chuckle that had no self-depreciating for it; by his standards he was sorta eh, tall and clumsy-- the eternal pragmatic one, but he did not even care that he was not conventionally handsome whatsoever; but he lacked an artistic eye for that thing. But nevertheless a smile fluttered over his lips. "I won't complain though, even though the hottest guy in the world is saying this to me."

Beauty was in the eye of the beholder but Patrick had always been a tall glass of water, and that slender and toned body? Those times in the locker room when Trick had come out of the shower clad in nothing but a towel? Yeowzers, okay yeah.

"Better stop being so cute or else I am going to do something like blow you."

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"My eyesight is better than yours, asshole. Now stop being a brat and accept the fact that you're gorgeous and I've been keeping it to myself for years and it's gonna come out now whether you like it or not." Patrick huffed the heavy sigh of a man who had been saddled with the smartest man he'd ever met who was also capable of being a complete idiot.

Another laugh and he leaned in close to press a kiss to the back of Nicky's shoulder. "Also work on your threats, baby. Here I am quaking in my boots at the threat of a blowjob."

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"That is not a threat, that is a promise." Nicky said, delighted at being called gorgeous even though he did not wholly believe it himself. It was a Kirkland man trait, just Nicky was less of a sad puppy about it then his Uncle was, it was practicalities when it come down to it but he would say no more and be thrilled at the fact that Patrick wanted him, had wanted him for years

"But we should set the timer." he said as he pulled his cellphone from where he kept it on the bedside table and then mentally decided to add a plus 15 minutes to it because that was around when he'd orgasmed. "So no blowjobs yet.. but I promise, I am going to get my mouth on you and see what filthy noises you make, for science."

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"Stop making me find science sexy. It's messing with my head. How am I supposed to concentrate during chem lab now?" Trick grumped as he watched Nicky set the timer. Well, okay, science experiment had begun.

He flopped onto his back next to Nicky, still looking over at his best-friend-turned-boyfriend, curiously.

"So... do we like, try to see if we can delay it? Like I could ready my theology notes at you. Or do we do the opposite and I see if I can find out what sets it off? Or some middle ground? We could shower. I mean, we are sticky."

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This was Nicholas Kirkland, long-term sciencer because he was a nerd of many talents who arguably got As all around, it was his gift. Perhaps the only subject he'd ever not gotten As in was Gym because no one was perfect and he was not good at coordination. But leave it to a professional where this was concerned. "So the thing with this experiment is we have to set the control first, and then afterwards we can play with it.. so.."

And he did not like this next part.

"We should shower separately because we want a frame of reference if we can for what happens if we do not touch each other, at least until something does trigger it." he was already digging in his bedside table for a notebook with which he could take copious notes. "What I will do is I will note down when I start getting 'urges'; I was emotional last night so that was not a good litmus test." oh god, he was writing down equations, Trick.

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Trick watched the notebook scribbling, fondly, though he did wrinkle his nose at separately. But yeah fine, okay.

"Ugh. Science is such a buzzkill." A grumpy huff, but there was a smile playing over his lips as he watched the way that the nerd he adored was diving headlong into figuring this out with that eager logical passion that had caught Patrick's attention so many times before.

Though as he rolled onto his side and leaned in, he sighed. "So is math." Gross. But he pressed a kiss to the Nicky's shoulder once more anyway, because math or not, he was so fucking down bad for this nerd it was beyond explanation.

"Just that one for the road, okay?" And with that he very reluctantly moved to extricate himself from Nicky's bed.

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Nicky had been about ready to open his mouth to explain why Science and Math were so great, but then that kiss against his shoulder stopped him in his tracks, perhaps it was incredulity that they were to this point-- that Trick just kissed him like a lover would; his expression immediately softened-- but after that came the launch of a pillow right at Trick's ass.

Sadly, it did not reach it's intended mark but rather against his shoulderblades which pretty decently far off the mark, and that caused Nicky to flop back against the bed rather dramatically.

"This is why you are the athlete, and not I."