: 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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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."

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Nicky would have to get used to the random bits of affection, because Trick had been teetering on the precipice of doing them for years now. Now that he was allowed to? He was totally off leash and would probably spend more time than he wanted to admit to fighting Jella for Nicky's lap. All those years he'd spent building goodwill with the cat would be for naught, but oh well.

Trick was a few steps from the bed when he got whapped with a pillow in the middle of his shoulder blades and turned to look at Nicky with a question formed by slowly raising eyebrows. Then he dissolved into a snicker.

"It's okay, Baby. I think nerds with zero coordination are incredibly sexy." And with that, he bent to sweep up the pillow and lob it right back at Nicky's face in one smooth motion. It was a flawless move really, perfect arc, high loft, satisfying PWAF of sound as it struck true. And Trick, naked and sticky and still cackling, dropped a flourish of a bow before trotting off to the shower.

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Nicky was struck broadside by the pillow and in such a way that he never saw it coming, he barely had time to lift his arm up to block it before it came barreling down onto his face. A muffled grumble and then he rose back up, peeking over the pillow at the retreating form of a very pleasantly naked Trick.

Gods bless America indeed.

He bit the pillow and could not help the hint of interest from assaulting his senses. Not far of course, all Trick's fault. "That's it, Jock-- get in the shower where you belong.. I'll have my revenge when we have to algebra our way out of a burning building!"

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Trick was feeling very smug right now, and not bothering to hide it, even as he looked back over his shoulder at Nicky. "Work on quadratic equationing yourself out of sex demon possession first. We can approach sexy firemath roleplay some other time."

With that, Trick disappeared into the bathroom and started the shower running. He was, quite literally, a very sticky mess, given that they'd fallen asleep tangled in each other and gone at it pretty much immediately upon waking up. He had no regrets, mind you, except that they hadn't been able to come to this realization with a demon involved, but that was a minor detail.

Trick was desperately, irrepressibly in love with Nicholas Kirkland, and somehow Nicky felt the same.

As steam started to rise to let him know the water had heated up, he adjusted the knob just slightly down, the water still skin-stinging hot as he stepped under it with a pleasured groan of appreciation.

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Surely that groan that he just heard was Nicholas' imagination, the groan of pleasure that was somewhat akin to sex; nope-- that wasn't interest at all, not even a little bit. Nicky bit down on the pillow as he sat there cross legged while his dick started to bonk it's head right against the plush of the pillow he was holding.

It was just underneath the current of water, the faintest hint of pleasure.

Oh his incubus blood could sniff out pleasure and clearly it was not too picky about if it was sexual pleasure or not. "I see, this whole thing is non-discriminatory." he muttered as he slowly got up from the bed and padded over so that he could press his ear against the door.

Curiosity, nothing more.

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Nope, not his imagination. Trick was letting himself make the most of this shower, of the heat that eased its way through stiffened muscles. He was used to exertion, yes, but not the sexual sort, and his body had moved and been moved in ways it had never known before.

So there was the occasional soft sigh of pleasure as he began to wash, at the heat of the water, the pass of his lathered loofah over his skin, washing away the stickier evidence of their coupling.

Fuck him their coupling. That was replaying in his head now, and that drew a muffled groan at the memory, unaware that he was being eavesdropped on. He'd been a goddamned virgin -- albeit a horny one -- and now he was fully aware just how much he enjoyed sex. Or at least sex with Nicky. He thought that particular component was really the key to it all.

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Oh fuck, there it was-- that groan again, and a sigh. He heard such a goddamn sigh with the way that their small bathroom acoustics were. He reached down to lightly run his fingertips over his own cock that was hard again. Well, he'd found the trigger right now and it was now nudging insistant, rightly so, against his navel.

His other hand slipped around the knob of the door, pondering whether to open it. He rested his head against the door with only the slightest thunk while he considered it; he'd said that they should take showers separately but now he was horny and it was because of those god-damn seductive sounds he could hear from Trick.

Wondered how it would be to go inside there and sink down to his knees and swallow Trick whole.

Would it be so bad to like exhaust their repertoire of sex like this in the first day? Perhaps he could rationalize his way into the shower. "If you take up all the hot water, I will be forced to come in there and make sure you don't steal it all." okay if Trick answered back in the affirmative then maybe that was consent?

[giveeverything]

Trick was entirely enjoying himself right now, basking in the warmth and steam and slowly washing away the evidence of last night and this morning's bed adventures. He did consider that this would be that much more enjoyable with Nicky, but science said solo showers or something.

Blah.

He stilled at the sound of the voice from the door, glancing over his shoulder, pulling back the shower curtain to peek out. "Too late. It's all mine. I can't be stopped. What're you gonna do about it?"

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Hand on doorknob and he turned it, thereby he peeked inside the door and into the steamy bathroom.

He did not have a very good view on Patrick but it was sufficient enough that he could tell that the other guy was peeking out from behind the shower curtain. "Oh yeah? So you really going to steal all the hot water? That is really your next choice in this choose your own adventure?" he was getting ready to run in like a gremlin; preparing himself to launch an attack which may or may not work in his favor.

Both time and history has suitably established that he leapt first and then asked questions later.

This could end badly, but it was a risk that he was quite willing to take.

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"That's my next choice, and I stand by it. I'm sure your sciencing can keep you warm. All those numbers and variables." Trick could see Nicky though from where he was peeking through the curtain. He knew his dearest friend-turned-lover well enough to know when Nicky was about to be a gremlin and do something stupid -- which was most of the time, actually, if he were being honest with himself.

"Unless you're going to do something about it."

Trick leaned back to disappear behind the curtain once more but then very deliberately stuck one arm out to crook a finger at Nicky in invitation. Or a challenge. Maybe both.

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The door slammed open, and then there stood Nicky in all of his lanky naked glory, and then he was.. well not precisely dashing but more like fast walking toward the shower curtain which he yanked open and then he grabbed at that arm and with the usage of Trick he was pulling himself right into the shower. Arm around waist and then side-stepped to just behind Trick.

It wasn't the smoothest move but he did not trip and that was all that mattered.

There was no lie in the fact that as kids, they were called "Trip" and "Trick" and that was because Nicky tripped near constantly. No soap to slip on, and he somehow managed to gather his footing without much of a kerfluffle.

"Infiltrated!" he said with muffled glee against a shoulder.

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Oh god oh jesus Nicky was doing an active physical thing. Trick didn't have too much time to worry about it, because then Nicky was in the shower with him. His free arm wound around the other man in pure reflex, hand settling flat to the small of Nicky's back.

Well, okay. Look at that. Still on his feet.

Trick laughed as well, stepping back to draw Nicky under the spray of water with him fully. "You fiend. I guess my evil plan is thwarted."

Woe is Trick. He turned his head into Nicky's hair, shoulders still shaking in a laugh. "Thought we had to do this separately, baby. Change of plans?"

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Nicky buried his face in Trick's shoulder now that they were both under subjection to the steady stream of hot water, it was not that he was embarrassed but he was attempting to be cute and charming. "It is not fair that you are so goddamn sexy, I was struck with the immediate urge to help you wash your back." because let's face it who needed one of those long handled loofahs now that you had a lover to wash your back for you?

"So the offer stands, do you want me to wash your back?" which of course may mean other things.

But really he needed to go back to zero and hearing Trick groaning in the echoing steam of the shower had not done that.

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Nicky was knocking the cute and charming thing right out of the park. Trick was powerless against it. His arm tightened around Nicky's waist almost reflexively. "Oh? Well I can't turn down such a kind and generous offer."

Like he'd dream of turning down any excuse to have Nicky's hands on him, to have the other close. They'd untangled their feelings so recently that Trick's head was still spinning with it, even if his heart had settled into it all as if it had been waiting for this moment his entire life. Maybe longer.

"I would very much like you to wash my back."

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A kiss was planted right against Trick's mouth and that kiss turned into a grin before he reached for the loofah. "Well then we are doing this, turn around, sexy." he said this, it felt strange and silly on his own tongue, maybe even a little bit cheesy but he figured that Trick should maybe expect this from him considering track records and all.

"I'll take care of you."

And he meant it, in all ways. Like he had always been protective in his own way of Trick, had always wanted his well-being, and perhaps the last life they had was him trying to do all in his power to protect Trick but to no avail? So yes, he was taking what he could get in this moment.

"We did get very dirty earlier."

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Maybe a little cheesy, but oh Trick liked it, the way that playful tone and pet name sounded in his Nicky's voice. The next words though, those washed over him in a wave even warmer than the shower water, down tot eh core of him. Nicky had always been looking out for him, had always taken care of him.

He'd never really known what he did to deserve Nicholas Kirkland, but whatever it was, he was grateful for it down to his bones.

Trick turned around, back to Nicky, glancing over his shoulder. "Yeah, we really did. It was fun though."

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If it didn't work on one's boyfriend then what was even the point.

A delicious thrill ran through him that he could say that and it would be true-- he was pretty sure that they were boyfriends, what with the confessions and all, though such a phrase had not been spoken between the two of them. Love had though, and well didn't people who were in love, wasn't the requirement to be in a relationship?

Nicky hadn't done this before so he did not know the in's and out's of it.

"Very fun, way better than in the movies." he said with a kiss against a shoulder before he started to scrub that back thoroughly with the washcloth, amazed at how good his boyfriend looked. For a nerd like him to pull someone like Trick, yeah that was the dream.. also out of some silly rom-com that Nicky secretly liked even though he would psycho-analyze it in true Nicholas Kirkland fashion.

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Oh they were absolutely boyfriends. Trick would be unbearably obnoxious about introducing Nicky as his boyfriend to everyone they met. And probably to the people they already knew. Honestly Trick was already picking out venues in his head for their wedding, but he wouldn't admit to that out loud. He was a hopeless case of a man when it came to Nicky, but he didn't have to be obvious just how hopeless.

Trick laughed. "Yeah, movies have nothing on this." On the way those lips felt against his shoulder, and how good it felt to have Nicky here touching him. Another glance over his shoulder, like he couldn't stop looking at Nicky for more than a few seconds at a time.

"That feels really nice."

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"Do you like that?" He said with a soft little murmur against skin, though his hands did not stop whatsoever; the heat was going to run through the two of them and if he was thinking clearly with anything other than the proximity of Trick's wet naked body, perhaps he would make the connection that it was every time that Trick did something unaccountably sexy that the Incubus blood started to boil.

The washcloth slid around body and then washed over that abdomen. If they had already gotten washed, they would get washed again.

"I do like making you feel very nice, gorgeous."

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All right. Seriously. Nicky just being so effortlessly sexy was going to be a problem. Even that question, the way he said it, the way Trick could feel the lips shape syllables against his skin, it was enough to have his toes curling against the tile beneath his feet. Fuck him he was doomed.

And he'd never been happier about anything.

Trick leaned back into the circle of those arms as Nicky started washing his front too. He leaned his head back to nuzzle at the other man's cheek, smiling at the feeling of that rough bristle of beard against his skin. "You're very good at it."

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There was a decided fascination with every plane of Trick's body, the lithe and lean parts of him that he knew held strength underneath; to be fair Nicky could barely manage a pickle jar (that was why those little thinga-mabobs existed, for him to be able to open them without any sort of broken wrist) but right now he was not thinking of Trick opening jars.

Or maybe he was, it was just sexy pickle-jar opening.

He pressed a kiss to that neck as the washcloth pressed lower and then he inquired with perhaps more than a bit of curiosity. "How is your cock feeling?" wait a second, what? He had to blink at that and then he sputtered. "I mean is it chafed?"

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Trick was, matter of fact, stronger than he looked. He looked like he was built for running, and he was, could run for hours if his thoughts got away from himself. But he could and would handle all the pickle jars for Nicky, and would indeed be as sexy as possible doing it.

Trick was content leaning back against Nicky as that washcloth moved over his skin, enjoying the touch and the attention. His eyes had drifted slowly shut, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

Then Nicky spoke and Trick's eyes snapped open and he dissolved into laughter. What a question to ask, Nicky. And then the sputtering to follow up. Adorable. Damn it.

"My cock feels fine. Want a demonstration, baby?"

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"Excuse me, what?"

Alright, so he was used to Trick's plainspeaking, but he was not used to it when it came to more carnal matters. Nicholas had always been the act before you think type, and with Trick being the speak before you think type, together they made a walking talking disaster duo. Though his eyes sparkled and a grin teased across his lips-- "I mean ah..."

Now Nicholas was focusing on working a lathery circle around that chest as he considered what was offered. Then he leaned in to press his mouth against an earlobe. "Then let me suck you off?" his voice husky.. there, that should throw Trick off his game just a little bit.