: 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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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.

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The reaction had Trick dissolving into more laughter. Right yeah, sorry, Nicky. This was your new reality apparently. Trick had, as was his nature, leapt in with both feet and whole heart, once he'd made the decision to jump.

He let his eyes drift shut, turning into the touch of that mouth at his ear before the words registered and it was his turn to nearly choke on the breath he'd been taking. That ah. Oh. Right yes.

"I... yeah. I mean yes. Please. That's..." A pause and he added. "That's playing dirty, Nicholas."

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"How is that playing dirty when we're in the shower?"

A smirk that looked a bit diabolical on the other guy, perhaps that cockiness was going well for him maybe. Or just maybe as he sidestepped, he managed to topple in the shower. It was the fact that his foot had hit a particularly soapy slippery patch which had him trying to reach for anything but Trick.

So much for sexy.

His smoothness was such that he managed to trip all over it and caught himself against the wall which perhaps caused him not to hit his head, only by sheer cataclysmic luck. The shower curtain was grabbed and then the rod was yanked down, not the most ideal rod that he had wanted to yank but here he was as the less stationary parts of the shower fell down around them.

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Trick watched the man of his dreams fail at existing and crumble into a pile at his feet, tangled in the shower curtain.

Oh.

He sank down to his knees and pulled the shower curtain back to reveal the disaster that was Nichoals Kirkland. "Hi Baby. Comfy down here?" This was about the time that Trick invited himself right into Nicky's lap, winding his arms around his shoulders. "You okay?" Nothing too badly bruised aside from pride? And maybe Nicky's poor ass?

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And to make it all right, there was Trick who managed to straddle his lap as well as the layers of shower curtain and thus did Nicky wrap his arms around that waist and lean in, burying his face in a very wet neck as he mumbled. "I was supposed to suck you off...." and had managed to bungle it all up.

He was still horny though, and still wanted Trick's cock.

But also he may have hit his head on the shower wall during the debacle and would likely have a lump, and possibly a minor concussion-- this was par for the course, he'd gotten off lucky as nothing felt broken.

Also the way he grumbled, he almost sounded a little bit grumpy at not being smoother.

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Oh. Honey. Trick couldn't help a laugh as he wrapped his arms around Nicky and nuzzled a kiss through that now-soaking-wet dark hair. "I know, baby. And believe me, my hardon isn't going anywhere. But first let's make sure you're okay, mm? Then I'll let you rock my world any which way you can think of."

That was a fair deal, right?

His fingertips rubbed gently at the back of Nicky's neck. "You can suck me off. Or I can ride your dick like it's going out of style. Or we can get you back on your feet and I can fuck you right here against the shower wall. Whatever you want." ...which one of them was possessed by an incubus again? Someone might want to double check.

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The two souls rarely got something like this, with the exception of the first time before they had gotten stuck in fate's web-- they had rarely ever been given the chance to be together like this. Was it really any wonder that the souls were mutually hunger? The incubus was surely profiting from the fact that they were already clearly insatiable.

It was almost as if something inside Nicky was making up for lost time, and clearly Trick was too.

The options were presented and fuck if they were not sexy as fuck, coupled with the way that Trick was rubbing the back of the neck, checking for concussions. Yeah, this was the way to check for concussions-- his dick certainly wasn't concussed with the way that it managed to twitch against an inner thigh. "Fuck fuck fuck.. I'm fine, just fuck me." he said as he slid Trick off his lap but only so much that he could part his legs and lean back against the shower wall.

Leaving himself deliciously splayed for the other guy, the water droplets clinging to his legs slightly dusted with auburn hair, his cock pillowed against his abdomen and his hole exposed and clearly dripping from the water spray. Nicky also looked a mess with his red hair plastered to his face and neck like some sort of wanton nerd.

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Trick was laughing again at the way that Nicky rather emphatically shoved him off his lap and moved back into the tub. Okay so they were definitely both caught up in each other, even if consciously they were not aware of the fact that they had lifetimes of lost time to catch on.

He bit at his bottom lip as he watched the other man settle back, legs spread, bared and waiting for him. Fuck fuck fuck was right. Super right. Damn.

Shifting forward, Trick caught one of those long legs at the back of a knee, urging him to ease back more for him. His other reached for the little scented oil that lived in the shower. "So impatient..." He murmured softly, leaning in to seek Nicky's lips with his own.

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"That is your fault that you are very hot." Nicholas said in between kisses that rained over his open mouth-- accepting the kisses with such feral greed that was not surprising from him; he tended to consume snacks with such voracious hunger, and Trick was such a snack.

The oil, well the oil had been used for things in the shower and now? Well they were not hiding it were they. First time he'd seen Trick reach for the oil, but he'd always sort of known and fantasized about Trick running his fingers over his own cock and stroking himself in the shower. It'd been a favorite shower thought of his own, perhaps a shower thought inception?

He was going to consume this other man and enjoy it completely. "Very much your fault, I would say stop being hot, but no.. do not do that."

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Ostensibly the oil was for his hair or something, but yeah, he'd never really fooled anyone in all likelihood. Because yeah, it had served its purpose in this shower on many an occasion. And either way, he was glad that it was within reach. He was even more pleased that Nicky was this close and kissing him back with that hunger that matched and echoed his own.

"My fault?" As if Nicky hadn't made an utter mess of Patrick just by existing in his presence. Never mind in this moment when the other man was so beautifully splayed out before him.

He opened the oil and spread it between his fingers, slipping it between them, teasing at his hole and pressing two fingers inside him -- fairly certain that Nicky would be able to handle it given the way he moved and sounded beneath him.

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That was correct, Nicky melted like pliant butter underneath Trick's ministrations, those fingers sliding in without any sort of friction though once the fingers were inside, he certainly did tighten his walls around him as if attempting to keep him there. Certainly and for the most part showing that he was deceptively full of traps, and that he was going to trap Patrick right where he wanted him.

Hopefully Trick had not noticed too much when the 'hair oii' seemed to go down a little bit faster than normal.

Maybe that was why Nicky tended to buy Trick more than his fair share of breakfast, to pay the other man for all the times he'd used his best friend's hair oil to slick his own dick. Woops-- good thing that the secret was out now.

He undulated underneath Patrick while his kisses grew hungry and sloppy, tongue pushing against tongue, lapping up the water between them in a kiss that was certainly not the smoothest. Yes, Nicky was starting to become blindsided by the feeling of Patrick preparing him.

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Trick would only forgive Nicky for the oil pilfering if the redhead told him -- in vivid detail -- what sort of things he fantasized about in those moments. That would be fair, right? And then Trick would do his best to see how many of those fantasies he could make real.

For now though he nearly choked on a roughened growl of breath at the way that passage squeezed and gripped at his fingers, even as he deliberately plunged them deep to work and massage at those inner walls. He met each kiss, eagerly devouring and being devoured by that perfect, hot mouth. Patrick didn't need smooth or practiced. He needed Nicholas, and that was what he was being given.

He drew back from his lips as his fingers deliberately sought out his prostate. "Should we go back to the scientific method here, baby? Should we see how many times I can make you come?"

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Nicky was learning exactly how dirty Trick was prepared to fight, especially when he threw around words like 'the Scientific Method" which was a gloriously beautiful word in Nicky's books-- the fact that it was being used in a manner most sexual had his cock twitching in a nearly visible way, it managed to twitch itself up from stomach before finally settling back down.

"That's not fair..." he whined as his fingers clawed at the shoulders that his hands were currently steadied against; it was the usage of words just as much as it was the way those fingers fucked deeply into him, massaging his walls with the oils that were preparing the way.

"I will find your weakness, I fucking promise you that." not knowing of course that Trick's weakness was him. That'd be too easy to think of and already his mind was going dumb from lust.

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Fair was not really Patrick's concern right now. Nicky was right about him. He would fight dirty in this, would use all he had at his disposal to see how completely he could ruin his lover because Nicholas deserved no less than everything he had to give.

"Yeah, but you like it," Trick informed him, continuing that deliberate finger-fuck of Nicky's hole, enjoying the way the other clung to him, drinking in each reaction like he was dying of thirst.

The next words out of Nicky's mouth had Trick looking at him in full incredulity. Did... did he really not know?

"You are my weakness, idiot." Nicky could smile at him and his entire day would blossom into a brighter one. The sound of Nicky's voice was the first thing that came to mind when he thought of home. "Now come for me, baby. Show me how much you like having my fingers inside you."

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Would this be the day that Nicholas broke the sound barrier? Likely not, but what it would do is reaffirm the confirmation that the two guys were fucking in no uncertain terms because man, did he let out the loudest sound, a cross between a gasp and a groan peppered with a bit of music from a guy who was nearly tone deaf when it came to song (anyone who had stood next to him during Vespers when he had been a boy would know.)

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck.." Nicky said, would perhaps lament that his vocabulary had come down to this common denominator; except that he was too far gone to pay it much thought. Instead he bucked himself up off the bathtub floor and then he came in a quivering mess with his spend being rained on by the shower, thus preventing a splatter from making the two men even more of a mess.

Each twitch, his eyes opened as his eyes were blown wide, shot with pleasure. He fell into the beautiful depths of Trick's eyes, would perhaps keep falling-- he was not sure what sent him over the edge-- the Baby or the knowledge that he was Trick's weakness.

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Yeah, no doubts left that they were fucking for anyone in the vicinity who had working ears. But Trick wasn't thinking of anyone but Nicky and how beautiful that sound that left those lips was. It was the single most exquisite song that he had ever heard in his life.

His fingers kept up their assault at his prostate through his orgasm, watching in rapt attention at how Nicky arched and bucked and spilled for him. He smiled as those eyes looked up at him.

And very deliberately did not stop the play of his fingers inside him. "There you are, gorgeous. You're so perfect. Do you still want me to fuck you? See if I can make you come on my cock this time?"

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Nicky may have had another go in him, thanks to the incubus blood that flowed through his stream like fine-grade sexual cocaine and rendered him a horny mess of prime-of-life male hormones.

So when Trick threatened him with a good time, he could not do anything much except bite at that lower lip-- one thing this made him was exceptionally pushy and so Trick would find that his boyfriend was all but shoving his hole at him.

Pin the Trick in the Nicky, a delightful party game made just for the enjoyment of his lover-- and he was not going to temper his eagerness whatsoever. "Scientific method, babe." He reminded the other guy with a barely concealed growl.

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So demanding. But Trick was clearly pleased by this, a laugh on his lips, though it was shot through with a breathless need in him. He hadn't come yet, after all, and he fully intended to to do exactly that -- once he was buried deep inside Nicholas Kirkland. And after he'd driven the other man into another orgasm, if Trick had his way.

So he let his hand drop to grip at the back of one thigh as he aligned himself with that clearly greedy, desperate hole. "Well, then this is for science, I guess..."

He teased gently before he moved forward, hissing at how Nicky's entrance seemed to give so sweetly around him and he sank inside as if his lover was made for this, made for him.

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If there was anything that Nicky was, it was a full-fledged brat with an incurable penchant for mischief, the sort of man who both looked for trouble, and trouble found him. It certainly would not be a boring life to be in a relationship with Nicky, it hadn't even been a boring friendship in the slightest.

He shifted, draping his leg against the hard angle of that thigh as his mouth caught the jawline, the way that Trick kept it smooth shaven, though there was a hint of a five o'clock shadow that felt rather nice, he scratched his own beard against it while Trick pinioned him.

Open mouthed groan against skin then, teeth scraping against flesh as he let out a roughened moan, his walls parted for Trick and then squeezed-- some strange magic that was part incubus and part the sheer desire that Nicholas had always had for his best friend.

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Nicky and his penchant for attracting (and causing) trouble was something that Trick knew and loved about him. So he would deal with that mischief all too happily. And right now he was enjoying the way that leg hooked around him, his hand moving to grip at that thigh.

He heard himself groan in bliss as he hilted himself fully inside Nicholas, turning to graze his lips along that jaw, the rough bristles of beard a feeling he was becoming very familiar with -- and fond of. Very fond of. Everything about the other man was impossibly attractive, sexy in a way that was custom made to destroy Patrick Leary in particular.

"Fuck..." his turn to be reduced to cursing. He lifted his head to look down at him. "Tell me what you want, baby..."

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"Fuck, I've only ever wanted you." he murmured this, head back against the shower wall and looking up at the other man with those eyes blown nearly dark sapphire from sheer desire. It was almost as if he could touch Trick's soul, the depths within-- perhaps recognizing something far deeper in the heat of the moment.

It felt like too long, even though they had fucked but a half an hour before, it still felt like too long between them.

Because there had been a burning wasteland of time in which their souls had been caught up, and he was right now feeling that swirl. He lifted his hips up from the floor, using his own meager strength to balance himself as best as he possibly could. "I want to be as close to you as possible, I never want to be away from you ever again." his tongue ran against his lower lip. It felt like something timeless was urging him to speak but he could not be quite sure, he was barely aware of it.

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Maybe in this moment -- with the walls between them so thin as they moved as one body, their souls reuniting in a way they hadn't had the opportunity for lifetime after lifetime -- some shards of memories slipped through. Because it did feel like far too long since they had been together.

"Never again. I've waited too many lifetimes to have you. I won't let you go again." He wouldn't allow it, would not allow Nicky to be taken from him.

The thought was so strong it almost surprised Patrick, the vehemence with which he meant those words. His hips moved with that same vehemence, driving himself deep inside Nicholas, plunging over and over again. "I've been waiting to be yours, baby."