: 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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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.

[giveeverything]

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.

[giveeverything]

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."

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In this moment, in this clarity-- everything buzzed and washed around them, the water felt far more cleansing, the softness of Patrick's breath against his own and the plunge of body into body as deep as to make his toes curl as they wrapped around those hips.

He caught Patrick's mouth with a hunger, tongue attempting to rob breath from the other man's as he sufficed to say it all in kisses, he could talk up a storm in any lifetime but right now he wanted his lover, this soul thrumming and beating against his own, he wanted that soul as close as possible.

It was all a swirl, the force of their pasts. It slid in a fast moving montage which did not focus on any one thing, but it was all of the good-- none of the bad, and a shade of unfufilled desire there as well. But now they were home, Trick's body arching into him, hitting his spot and causing him to moan in the wildness of the shower, hungrily into that mouth as he attempted to slake himself of a thirst he'd gone through time with.

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The dream from the night before flickers through his mind, the loss of love only barely spoken, dying with the taste of his beloved's lips on his for the first and last time. It drove Trick on in this moment, had him meeting that kiss with a desperation to make up for what had been lost.

Lost again and again and again.

His hips crashed to Nicky in a rhythm that matched that growing desperation, to drive the two of them together to pleasure, to be joined as close as two separate people could be. His voice broke on a startled cry as he broke from his lover's lips. "I'm close, baby... you gonna come for me again?"

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Nicky was suffused with pleasure, with the proximity of his lover. It was a drug far stronger than whatever it was that was rolling through his bloodstream, it was what made anything else than this impossible. He tasted the way the steam seasoned that lower lip, tongue lapping up the drips though it was a quaking thing his every movement.

Especially with the way that Trick was casting assault upon his body, the Baby though-- that was what sent him over the edge, his arms tightening around those shoulders-- forehead pressed against forehead. "Let's, gods fuck I need to come with you." his voice was rough even as he reached between them to give a few short steady jerks with his fist against his prick. A sigh followed by a groan, "Yeah.. yes.. yes fuck.. fuck!" and each word was louder than the other, it would appear he was the loud type. He came and it nearly shattered him into pieces, and all these pieces were parts of what they both had once been.

Even as he cast his seed upon that abdomen, hot and sticky-- where it would invariably be washed away by the shower spray.

[giveeverything]

Take that incubus possession. You're nothing in the face of starcrossed lovers being kept apart for lifetime after lifetime finally reuniting. They were so swept up in each other, in the physical and the emotional piece of it, that the rest of the world had fallen away entirely.

Trick found himself utterly in love with the way that Nicky's voice sounded like this, roughened and breathless and halfway into a moan. Now, granted, he loved the way that Nicky sounded generally, could listen to him ramble on about anything, so he was predisposed to it. But this was clearly different. And his Nicky was apparently a screamer. Trick was not at all disappointed by this discovery.

His own climax was not far behind, half a second after Nicky groaned, Trick was burying himself inside him, a hard thrust before his entire body went taut, hips jerking as he spilled himself inside the other man, painting his passage white with his seed and staking his claim on him again and again, his own voice breaking on a cry of Nicky's name.

He managed to hold himself up and not just flop onto Nicky, though his head did fall forward to rest his forehead against his lover's. "Yeah... fuck..."

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Whatever, Nicholas Kirkland wanted to be as inundated by his lover as possible. Thus he wiggled and shifted so that he could better accomodate Trick there on the shower floor with him, but in such a way that Trick would be able to slide out organically. Yeah, that was good.. very good and he echoed that sentiment with a mrrrh of pleasure while he pulled Trick close.

"I regret to inform you that I am addicted to you." he said this with a muffled voice against a jawline.

"The next course of action is to be stuck to you like glue." which he also had no issue with, but this reinforced the belief that Trick would not be going into the seminary, at least not unless the priesthood started to allow marriage gay or otherwise.

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"Is that the plan? I can get behind that." He could very much get behind that, because nothing in him had any desire to allow Nicholas out of his arms any time in the near future. They'd already been attached at the hip to the point where everyone who knew them assumed they were an item anyway. Now that they actually were? Bets were off on how all attached they could manage to be.

Patrick Leary was never going to be a priest. The only thing that had tempted him towards the seminary was the thought that he'd at least have a direction for his life and a reason for never confessing to his best friend how desperately he was in love with him.

But here they were, confessions made, feelings returned, a tangle of limbs and sexual exhaustion on the floor of the shower. "We should probably actually get cleaned up now... before the water goes cold on us."

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"Yeah, definitely." Nicky said with a sheepish smile and a stolen kiss before he attempted to peel himself up off the floor of the shower. He was only a little bit uncertain if he could though, what with the hit to the head and also maybe the fact that he felt built like a wet noodle.

Just throw him against the shower wall, all the gluten released from that railing would have him sticking in no time, certified al dente.

"Mmmmm so keeping my hands off of you may be a problem." If they did not watch out, Trick would get exhausted and pass out-- not a fate that Nicky wanted to come pass.

His cock though? It had other ideas.

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That sheepish smile, the kiss that followed. Something in Patrick melted. He stole another kiss before drawing back with a shake of his head. "You are so beautiful it's infuriating." How was he supposed to live his life with Nicholas Kirkland in the world being attractive and adorable and his own personal temptation made flesh?

He moved to stand then, reaching a hand down so that he could help Nicky to his feet -- aware that his boyfriend did not possess much balance at the best of times, never mind after they'd just gone at it like fucking horny rabbits on the shower floor.

A laugh rang out at what Nicky had to say. Was that a warning? A threat? Trick was all for it. ...even if it killed him. "Oh no how terrible for me. Woe. Misericordia." He deadpanned at him before stepping in closer to crowd Nicky right back under the spray so they could actually get to the washing off. "You might have to fuck me next time though. Might take a bit for me to wake little Trick back up to play again."

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Nicholas was easily crowded to underneath the shower spray to get washed off of their rather pleasant exertions, turning to get his own hair properly wet. But he was a talker, invariably so and as he heard the last bit he let out a good natured scoff. "Little Trick? I can assure you, there is nothing little about them, Sweetheart." in the same tone that Trick called him baby.

See, two could play at that game.

"But yeah, you are extremely attractive and fuckable and I'm going to have to exert as much self control as I can however, and honestly I'll take you however I can get you.. you will find that I am not very picky about how I get you as longa s I get you."