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They grabbed some food from a place in Elmdale that David liked — they obviously couldn’t go to the café since David’s family was there and they had to eat otherwise David would become far too hangry to even be around. The elected to dine in and despite nerves, were able to have normal conversations, they shot quips back and forth, laughed, talked about David’s family, and then after some teasing from Patrick, they tossed rolled up napkins at each other like children. It was dinner that made Patrick feel more at ease with everything, it proved they could be mature adults — well mature enough to keep it in their pants — and they would be fine continuing to work together.
For David, it reminded him that this wasn’t just sex, that Patrick wasn’t with him to use him for a good time. Even with every fibre of him knowing and literally everyone around him saying that Patrick wasn’t, he was never free of the gnawing feeling, especially when the man always found ways to avoid talking about his past. While it wasn’t fair of David to be suspicious of it since he too was doing his best to avoid his own history, it still made him nervous. It made him wonder what happened to Patrick before he moved to Schitt’s Creek.
David had come up with multiple theories: one, he came out and his family didn’t accept him, David didn’t like this one and he didn’t even know if Patrick was gay or bi or pan or something else, he honestly had no idea and he wasn’t sure the other man did either; two, he committed a crime and needed to lay low for a while, while oddly thrilling, there was no way Patrick had done any sort of thing; three, he had a really bad break up that he had to get away from, this one was one of the more plausible ones, but it made David sad to think it was true; finally the one he chose to accept, Patrick had a midlife crisis and thought moving to a place called Schitt’s Creek was funny enough to solve it.
David didn’t know that one of his theories was close to the truth, that Patrick did have a bad break-up, but it wasn’t the reason he moved, or rather, the sole reason. The reasons he moved were the same that kept him from talking about his past. When he moved to Schitt’s Creek (the choice in location was actually because he was amused by the name), he wanted a new life, new start, and he put everything behind him, split his life into before and after. Before, he was lost, stuck falling in and out of a relationship that just didn’t work no matter how much he tried or loved her and stuck in a town that claimed to know everything about him when he didn’t even know himself that well. He was lost there, missing a part of himself that he couldn’t identify, he needed to get out. He moved to in search of something and he found it in his after, in Schitt’s Creek.
When he met David, it was like a glass shattering inside, letting him in finally and, though it took him a while to accept it, he knew what had been holding him back from truly being happy all that time. He never felt this whole in his entire life, it was the sun blinding him after a lifetime of looming grey clouds. After, he felt brand new and thinking about before made him ache. It made him wish he’d realized much sooner that he was gay, that he loved Rachel entirely but platonically, he wouldn’t have wasted both of their time trying to fit together, and that he would feel this great for more of his life. He didn’t like thinking about it, because wishing those things felt like wishing he never met David and he would never wish that. He couldn’t talk about before without everything mixing together and he was worried about what that might do. The only connection to before he kept, was contact with his family, but it was limited. Phone calls only really, and he wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to come out to them, making them still part of the before.
“So are we going to some empty parking lot or…” David asked slowly when they got back into Patrick’s car and buckled up. He really wished the answer was ‘yes,’ then it meant they wouldn’t have to have an awkward conversation about sex. David loved sex, but he absolutely hated talking about it.
Patrick smiled and shook his head. “It’s not exactly a big city here, the locals would call the cops on us for being a ‘suspicious’ vehicle, besides I already told you-”
“Yeah yeah, can’t do it in the store, can’t do it in the car,” David groaned, ticking off places on his fingers, “not the motel or Ray’s. It’s like the universe is trying to cock block us.”
“Well, David,” Patrick started up the car with a small smirk, “I’m fairly certain that wasn’t the plan tonight.”
“Maybe not yours,” David snipped at him then immediately cringed because that sounded bad, “Not that I would ever force you or something. I’m 100% about consent. Fuck. Just pretend I didn’t say anything.” He looked out his window, cringing in embarrassment while Patrick chuckled.
Patrick ended up driving them out to a back road and parking off the side of it. Patrick thought about keeping the headlights on but changed his mind since the sun would still be out for a while, but he did make sure to lock the door. The thought process was entirely for David, who wouldn’t stop mentioning how they were going to be murdered out there or eaten by coyotes. Patrick pointed out that it was still daylight so it was unlikely, that didn’t help.
Ten minutes went by without either saying anything. David because he wasn’t sure if Patrick wanted him to answer specific questions or if he was supposed to just list off his likes and dislikes on his own, both options terrified him to the point he was fiddling with his rings. Patrick was silent because he wasn’t sure at all what to say now that they’d pressed play on the conversation again. He’d realized since pressing pause that maybe he should’ve been more specific about what he wanted to talk about and that they didn’t need to go over everything, but now that he was given the opportunity, he was nervous.
Because the silence went on for so long, they both spoke at once when the tension became unbearable.
“I wanted us to talk about—”
“I don’t like bodily fluids.”
“Wait, what?” Patrick looked at David, bewildered, while David pursed his lips as if in attempt to retroactively silence himself.
“Um, I just, I wasn’t sure what to say and so I blurted out the first thing that came to me and I’m realizing now it wasn’t the smoothest thing to do because there wasn’t a clear topic sentence.” David rambled, trying to save face, “I think you should continue your thought and we can come back to me, only if really necessary.”
“I think it’s pretty necessary right now,” Patrick did his best not to laugh, while it amused him, he found it incredibly endearing when David got flustered trying to keep his cool.
“See you’re judging already!” David threw his hands up.
“I’m not," Patrick was quick to assure him, “I’m just enjoying the way you squirm.”
“Well that’s rude.” David would put his hands on his hips and while he gave the disapproving look, but he didn’t exactly have the space where he was.
“I’m sorry,” Patrick said, sounding not at all sorry. “Can you please explain to me what you meant?”
“Ugh fine,” David looked ahead, “I was like naming a dislike of mine. I’m not into bodily fluid other than the ones absolutely necessary, like cum. I’m definitely into that, especially since uh well since you taste so good.” He said the last part looking at Patrick with apprehension, not sure how the man would react, but then smiling at the way Patrick cleared his throat and moved around in his seat. He was clearly trying to tone down how much that affected him.
“Ah okay, that’s what you meant,” he nodded, voice a bit tense.
David smirked, pleased he managed to turn Patrick into the one ‘squirming.’ “So,” David started, poking his way up Patrick’s arm, “What were you saying?”
“Oh right,” Patrick cleared his throat again and looked in several directions but at David while he spoke, “I guess I wanted us to talk about our expectations more than anything, but also, there was something I noticed last night that… made me wonder something.”
“Oh my god!” David looked absolutely horrified, “What? Noticed what? What? What do you wonder?”
“Nothing bad,” Patrick quickly clarified, his face heating up as he had to will himself to explain. It was ridiculous really, he wasn’t uncomfortable the other night, but talking about him made him so nervous. “When I was…” he bit his lip, unable to keep his eyes on anything in particular and it was too difficult to look at David, “Well, when I was,” he did an awkward hand gesture that didn’t really indicate at all what he meant, then he hit his head against the steering wheel in defeat.
David smirked and shook his head, he knew he should be a bit more sensitive, but it was rare that their roles were so reversed. “When you what exactly?”
The was moment of stillness, where Patrick collected his thoughts and David worried he shouldn’t have teased. Then Patrick sat upright again, took off his seatbelt and looked at David with such a contrasting combination of tenderness and pure lust. The look made David’s heart stop for a moment, then it sent a fire down his chest and to his cock. Before he could make any willy comments or flirtatious remarks, Patrick leaned over, grabbed his face and pulled him into a hot and heavy kiss.
“Mmm, getting right to it,” David mumbled against Patrick’s opened mouth.
Patrick’s response was to enter David’s mouth with his tongue, no longer as if exploring, but as if knowing every spot to lick and how to dance around David’s own tongue. It was a feeling that gave David a thrill in his gut as though he were riding a roller coaster. Not one of those roller coasters that go up very high or go upside down, because David doesn’t go on those, but one that goes so fast it makes you dizzy.
Patrick resisted the urge to climb over on top of David, there wasn’t a whole bunch a space for such a thing and it was already a bit awkward with the strain on the space between and leaning over. Trying to maneuver onto the other man’s lap would have killed the moment and it would have ruined what Patrick was trying to do. It was still an urge he had to fight off because David’s lips were soft and the way he moaned into Patrick’s mouth made him want so many things.
Patrick’s tongue left David’s mouth so suddenly that it made the other man whine, which in turn made Patrick chuckle as he slowed the kiss down to suck lightly on David’s bottom lip. That at least seemed to make up for the lack of tongue and David made a delighted noise. Tentatively, Patrick bit his lip, it was something they’d done before in their make out sessions, but it was usually to tease the other, a way catching the other’s lip to stop the kiss for a moment and laugh or it was just done so gently. This was different, this was Patrick biting David for the purpose of biting him, and somehow David felt it, because he made the softest moan. Then an urgent moan and an involuntary jolt of his hips as Patrick bit down more.
“Mm,” David pushed him away gently, he panted for a moment, trying to cool down, “We should probably talk about boundaries and expectations now, because if you keep this up, I’ll have no choice but to tear off all your clothes.” His words made Patrick shiver with excitement as he let go of David and sat back in his seat. Seeing how turned on he got David, made his cock almost painfully hard in his jeans — he suddenly wished he wore a different pair that didn’t get so tight in the groin when he sat down.
“You like biting,” Patrick stated, he didn’t ask. He got his answer already.
David’s eyebrows shot up as he realized what had just happened. Somehow that just made him even harder. “Mm, you sneaky thing and Alexis thinks you’re so innocent.” He poked Patrick’s shoulder. “Alright I’ll play. Yes I do like biting, I like it a lot but not so hard that it breaks skin.”
Patrick nodded, taking in every word. “And how about when I was well,” then he thought of the perfect way to put it, “When I was kissing your dick, David?”
David’s smile instantly turned into one of his trademark scowls that he often used when others pointed out how ridiculous he was, and he shook his head. “I’m never living that down I see.”
“Oh, I think there are ways you could make me forget all about it.” Patrick told him, though from his tone it was difficult for David to tell if he was hinting at sex or if he was teasing. It was both, he was sure David could kiss it out of his memory, but it was just as likely David would say something else equally or more ridiculous.
“Mhmm,” David stared him down for a moment, not entirely impressed with him, even if his teasing was part of what attracted David to him. While Patrick would tease him, it was never insulting and it didn’t come from Patrick actually disliking his behaviour. “I think we’re just going to lock that box right up and bury it if you want me to answer your question.” He mimed a locking and burying the imaginary box.
Patrick held back a smile, it was so tempting to keep riling David up, “Alright, consider it locked.”
“Okay so like, I don’t want biting there,” he waved awkwardly over his lap, hating that he was even explaining this, he honestly would have rather Patrick kept teasing him. He had never actually talked about this because it honestly never came up, but Patrick wasn’t like his past lovers, he was observant and actually cared. “It’s like sometimes when I’m being uh stimulated a sudden snippet of pain feels really good for me and I’m assuming that’s what you picked up on.” He didn’t wait for Patrick’s response, he continued before even seeing the nod, “and it’s not really about the pain exactly really, it’s more about feeling almost like I’m being claimed or maybe not quite that.” He squinted as he said the words as though he wasn’t sure if that was the best way to describe.
“Moving on,” he said loudly, waving his hands as if to cleanse the energy surrounding him, “We are supposed to be talking about other things, aren’t we?” He bent a hand to press his wrist to his one side and leaned that way, pursing his lips uncomfortably while trying to smile at the same time.
“We are,” Patrick nodded slowly, taking in what David said. He had questions for sure, but he had time learn the answers, he didn’t want to push. “So, expectations,” he started as though scripted, at this point it may be a mental one. He’d been going over this since he turned his phone off on David, “Earlier I said I want more that I’m not ready for and…” he swallowed hard, hating how nervous this whole thing made him feel, “I think it’d be good to talk about what I mean by more.”
“Okay,” David nodded slowly, less awkward now as he listened intently. It was something that had surprised Patrick, whenever he began baring any part of himself to David — like after their first kiss — he was incredibly considerate in how he listened and encouraged him to speak. It made it a little easier.
“When I say I want more. I mean that I want you, all of you.” He couldn’t add how much he wanted David’s person, not just his body. It was too soon to get so emotionally involved anyway. Still, Patrick was enamoured by David’s everything and he just hoped David wanted him that way too.
“And when you say all of me…?” David prompted after a moment of silence.
Patrick let out an awkward chuckle, he didn’t want this next part to sound like all he wanted from David was sex, but he realized the only way to make sure was to flat out say that. “I say this because right now we’re talking about sex, but I want you to know that I’m not just in this for sex. I really like you David.” He gave David a tentative smile and locked eyes with him.
David swallowed back the flirtatious quips and deflecting jokes, electing to simply nod rather than speak. He couldn’t speak anyway, there was a lump of mixed up feelings of past traumas and present happiness keeping him from saying that he really liked Patrick too.
“Here it goes, I’d like to fuck you, David,” Patrick blurted out with his eyes still locked with David’s. It was enough to get David hard all over again, his cock was in for a roller coaster with this conversation, losing interest now and then only to perk right back up at words like that, and that piercing gaze and the way Patrick still sounded so polite while saying something so crude. “And,” he continued, “I think I’d like it, if you fucked me too.”
“Oh um,” David swallowed as he realized it was his turn to speak, “Well, I would have you know that uh I would really like that too. All of that.” He scrunched his mouth up in a way that reminded Patrick of right before their first kiss.
“Really?” Patrick wasn’t so much surprised but genuinely curious.
"Yes really, very much so,” David nodded eagerly, then elaborated, “I do tend to prefer uh being the one receiving, but I also enjoy giving.”
“Because that’s part of your generous spirit?” Patrick joked to relieve some of the awkwardness he felt.
“Exactly, I can be quite generous.” David exaggerated a wink.
“I’m sure you are, and as much as I want to find out how generous, I’m not sure I’ll be ready for while. Even with how impatient and sure of myself that I am.” It definitely made it feel normal to add some humour.
David smiled warmly, the mischievous glint in his eyes gone as he reached out to grab Patrick’s hand. “That’s fine, that’s perfect. Maybe we can like talk about it in certain situations.” Despite the obvious implication, he wasn’t attempting to be flirtatious. “What about other stuff?”
“Other stuff?”
“You know, fingers, tongues, toys?”
“Um, well, yes to fingers, not sure when though, and unsure about the others,” Patrick had to look away again, lest he look at David’s hands and have his mind wander. “I might want to try.”
David nodded, “Okay, okay, that’s very good to know.” He squeezed his partner’s hand, David knew that it couldn’t be easy for Patrick to speak these things when he’d only just come to terms with his interest in men and appreciated it so much.
“Can we talk a bit about what you were saying?” Patrick asked carefully, looking at David through his lashes, and while David knew it wasn’t intentional, it was entirely unfair to him, he couldn’t possibly say no to Patrick when he looked at him so sweetly. Even if it was to go back to a conversation he didn’t want after going over how not-ready Patrick was for progression.
"What about it do you want to talk about?” David asked slowly.
“You mentioned something about being claimed, and I was hoping to get a bit of clarification on that.”
“Right, right, and are we sure we want that clarification?” Even with Patrick still looking at him so sweetly, he tried to get out of explaining.
“Yes, we are,” Patrick shook his head at David’s antics.
“Okay,” David took a deep breath before rambling, “I didn’t really mean claim, it wasn’t the correct way to explain it. I like to be uh dominated.” His lips stretched to the sides as he smiled nervously, waiting for Patrick’s reaction. He watched as Patrick’s eyebrows shot up as he absorbed the information, then he kept going, “Not completely dominated, but I like to not have control.”
Patrick knew he should get a grip on his facial expressions, but he couldn’t help be surprised by this. David would lose his mind if he didn’t have full control of the store’s presentation, he was not someone Patrick expected to ever like — not just like but get off on — not having control.
“It’s just, I’m always so tense and needing to control a lot, but when it comes to sex, I like to not have to decide things. I like having the control taken from me.” David explained unprompted and hurried. “And sometimes I like it if it even feels like it’s being taken, like I like hair pulling, being held down or even tied up, I like it a bit rough, not painful rough, but like having my face fucked. Stuff like that yeah.” He felt flushed after his rush of words, he couldn’t believe he said all that to Patrick. Good, sweet, kind Patrick. He was definitely not innocent, but David was sure this would be too much for him.
Patrick had a two questions, neither was about what David expected. One would definitely get them off track, so he opted for the other, “Hair pulling? So it’s okay to mess up your hair?” he bit his bottom lip briefly, coincidentally letting David know that it wasn’t too much, that he was actually interested.
“Mm God yes, please. Like I hate when someone messes my hair up, but I hate it so much more if my hair doesn’t get messed up during sexy times.” He shook his shoulders to emphasize the last two words.
“Noted,” Patrick smirked.
“So, it doesn’t scare you? Or make you uncomfortable or anything?” It was ridiculous to ask, but the insecurities gnawing at him wouldn’t be quiet.
“Oh, quite the opposite actually,” Patrick reached out with his free hand to cup David’s face, rubbing his thumb against the stubble on his cheek. David almost sighed at the touch, then he actually did let out a noise, somewhere between a gasp and a surprised moan, as Patrick’s hand moved behind to grip the back of his head and pull him closer. “I think I’m quite comfortable with this,” Patrick murmured before kissing David, stopping as David tried to deepen the kiss.
“Ugh,” David whined, making Patrick laugh as he let go of him.
Patrick didn’t like the idea of ‘taking control’ especially in terms of sex, but he liked the way David responded. He liked it very much. Also, in his vast internet searches, he learned that it wasn’t really about ‘taking’ as it was about the other person ‘giving up the control,’ though he suspected David didn’t want to say that — or perhaps he wouldn’t admit to it. There was also, something so very satisfying and arousing in the idea of David submitting to him in a way and he was sure the reality of such a thing might actually be the end of him.
“I guess, if this is something you are interested in, I should probably say the obvious of stop if I say stop, like I don’t do safe words, but I guess if I did it would be ‘stop.’ And obviously, I would stop if you say stop as well.”
“I will stop if you say stop,” Patrick smiled warmly with a nod.
When neither of them spoke for a while, Patrick found his thoughts wandering back to his second question and he licked his lips as he prepared to ask, “So, when you say you like having your face fucked, what exactly does that entail?” It was quite obvious that he knew the answer, but David loved the implications of the question even more because of it.
“It’d be easier to show you,” David teased, a hand reaching over to rest on Patrick’s thigh.
“Uh huh, and how would you do that?” Patrick insisted, his free hand finding its way back to the base of David’s head, gripping the short hair there. His firm grip on his head was enough to make David bite back a whine, this man was a worse tease than him.
“I take it you want to hit pause on this conversation?” David asked softly first.
Patrick nodded slightly, “I think… we made good progress and covered enough topics for one day.”
“Mhm,” David nodded, “And did we discuss everything on the schedule?
“We did in fact.”
“Are there any notes for next time?”
“Well, if there is more to discuss, it should probably be done over text,” Patrick added, unconsciously looking at David’s mouth. “Fewer distractions.”
“Mm yeah, it is difficult to have this conversation when your pants feel so tight,” David smirked, looking pointedly at the obvious bulge in Patrick’s jeans.
“Exactly,” Patrick nodded with a smile that did nothing to hide his intentions as he spoke, “So now that this discussion has adjourned, I believe there was a question you were going to answer.”
“Was there?”
“Yes.”
“Hm I can’t remember what that was.”
“Well, if I remember correctly,” Patrick tightened his grip on David’s head, pulling him closer so that their lips were almost touching, “It had something to do with this mouth of yours,” he let go of David’s hand to take his other hand, the one still on Patrick’s thigh. Patrick gently guided David’s hand in a way that gave David an obvious chance to pull away, “And this.” He placed the hand right on the zipper of his jeans, letting David feel how hard his cock was.
“Oh my god,” David couldn’t stop himself exclaiming, he wasn’t freaked out or annoyed in the least like he normally was when saying that phrase. No, he was dying with need at how unbelievably bold and sexy that move was. He tried to kiss Patrick, but the man pulled away while still holding his head. The distance let David see the slight smirk on Patrick’s lips and the way his bright eyes were watching his mouth.
“How am I supposed to be coherent after that?” David shook his head, but not daring to move his hand from where Patrick left it, simply resting it there despite wanting so badly to do more.
“You sound remarkably coherent to me right now,” Patrick pointed out.
“Fine, okay,” he licked his lips, this would be easier than the conversation they were having. Dirty talk was easier than talking about sex from an outside perspective. “You want to know how I want you to fuck my face?” he pursed his lips into a smirk, he was going to enjoy this, especially with Patrick’s meek nod and noticeable gulp, he seemed less bold now.
“Let’s say you’re standing and I’m down on my knees, wait uh let me just— here,” David scooted in his seat to get his phone out of his pocket with the hand that wasn’t otherwise occupied and pulled up the selfie he took earlier. “Okay imagine you’re looking down at this,” he held the picture up to Patrick, “Except it’s your cock in my mouth and not my fingers.”
It took a lot of self-control for Patric to keep from pressing up into David’s hand as he looked at the selfie. It brought him back to the stock room and he wished they had a private place to go to right then to act this out afterwards.
“You picturing it?” David didn’t even bother to hide how proud he felt over how incredibly turned on Patrick was, even if seeing him like that made David’s own cock throb with want. Again, all Patrick could do was nod slightly and he continued, “You could start by holding my head just like you’re doing now, but with both hands. Yeah like that,” David held back a shiver as Patrick’s other hand grabbed a hold of his head, “Or you could grab onto my hair, either works, just to keep my head still.”
David paused a moment to relish in the sound of Patrick’s breath coming out in shorter bursts. “Then,” he had to take a deep breath himself to keep talking as he imagined all this, “Well, by then, you’d already have your cock at my mouth, I’d be begging to have a taste. I’d maybe try to get a lick, but you could pull me away if you wanted, or let my tongue run over the tip.”
Patrick’s eyes closed for a moment and David paused, to give both of them a second. They were both breathing quicker and it was difficult for David not to rip open Patrick’s jeans just to get his mouth on his dick. Patrick was struggling not to move his hips to grind against David’s hands as he imagined everything. He hadn’t expect David to go into so much detail, nor did he expect to be so hot and bothered already and David hadn’t gotten to the point of hypothetically having a cock in his mouth.
“You could keep me there for ages if you wanted, just in front of your cock, begging and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Or if you wanted, the moment I got down on my knees, you could put your cock in my mouth. I’d take it happily. I’d suck hard on the tip and I’d stroke it with my tongue. But I would only be able to take in as much as you gave me. You’d control what I’d get by thrusting into my mouth. Setting your own pace, making me take all of it if you wanted.” David bit his lip to keep from moaning as he imagined it.
Patrick’s eyes were open again, looking at him with pure lust, yet still so soft and before David could continue, he asked quietly, “How would I know you’re okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” and David’s chest swelled up with so much warmth.
“I’d tap your thigh, like this,” with his index and middle fingers, he tapped Patrick’s cock to both demonstrate and tease. “Okay?”
“Okay,” Patrick nodded.
David smiled and finished up his description of possible events, “So, then, when you’ve had too much, you could come in my throat, or maybe on my face. Wherever you’d like. How does that sound?” Patrick pressed against David’s hand, unable to stop himself at the thought of David covered in his cum and before he could answer, David chuckled, “I guess there’s my answer.
“Damn David,” Patrick leaned over and kissed him hard, almost desperate for his touch, for his taste. Then pulled away all too soon and David whined softly, about to pout when Patrick said in a dangerously husky voice, “Get in the back.”
“Um what?” David blinked at him.
With a that impossibly cocky grin of his, Patrick repeated, “Get in the back.” He let go of David’s head and reached for his own door.
“I didn’t mean we had to try now,” David gaped at the man.
Patrick chuckled, “Just get in the back, David.” and he got out of the car, unlocking the door with his keys. And because Patrick used his name, David was helpless but to obey.
Once in the backseat, Patrick locked the doors again for David’s comfort and then his hands were in David’s hair and his lips were kissing every inch of skin that David’s neck had exposed.
“So impatient,” David teased with a small laugh, his own hands snaking around Patrick’s sides to hold onto his back, pulling him as close as the small space allowed, and the man was practically on top of him.
“Mhm,” Patrick murmured into his neck. “You’re irresistible, David.”
David’s chest swelled up at the unexpected words and he felt tears threaten to prick his eyes, but he fought them away. "Um, how irresistible?” he asked, because he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to know.
Patrick chuckled softly. Then, he lifted his head to look David in the eyes, no hint of a smile, instead he was quite serious and earnest. His hands found the hem of David’s sweater, slipped under it to find the waist band of his pants. “So irresistible, David,” his hands kept moving while he held David’s gaze, they slipped under the elastic of David’s boxers slowly, giving David time to stop him if David wanted, “that I can’t get enough of you.”
David jolted when Patrick’s hands found his cock, hard and leaking. He didn’t grab, instead his fingers just brushed over the shaft. Patrick kissed him, while his hands worked to move clothes out of his way and free David’s cock.
“Patrick,” David breathed out into Patrick’s mouth before it left his, surprised by the turn of events. His body shivering from Patrick’s words, he wanted to let Patrick know that he felt the same way. That he would never get enough of the way Patrick kissed him soft and sweet in the morning when he walked into the store, or the way Patrick always smelled faintly of pine, but mostly just of his own unique scent, or the way Patrick held him firmly every time, rarely touching him softly. It was like he knew that too soft touches made David’s skin crawl with anxiety and that pressure made him feel warm and almost safe.
“Yes, David?” Patrick paused, asking innocently with his face so close to David’s cock.
“Mm, fuck you’re gorgeous,” David blurted out after catching his breath. It surprised Patrick to hear, he’d expected an offhand joke or some selfish comment like the other night, not that, it was thrilling. Then he slipped his legs down to the floor of the car, just barely fitting there on his knees and his hands guided David’s cock to his mouth.
He licked the end of the cock slow and deliberate, making sure to go over the slit, then he leaned back and looked up, “You taste so good.” and with those words, David was sure he was going to explode. How was it possible for this man to get him from 0 to 100 then to 1000 with just his words? The way his cock throbbed in Patrick’s hands and the way his skin tingled with electricity and the way his mind clouded and how he felt so good was so much. It usually took a lot of relentless teasing or for his cock to actually be touched in some way for him to feel like that. Actually he wasn’t sure he ever felt this good, this excited to watch someone take his cock in their mouth.
Patrick smirked up at David, watching his reaction, before bringing his mouth back to the cock in his hands. Using his hands then made him want to see what it’d be like to stroke David in them, maybe having David’s hands on his cock at the same time. He swallowed at the thought and told himself they would get to have that, because right then, they didn’t have the space, nor did they have the lube that would make it the perfect experience.
He kissed the very end of David’s cock, just to earn an irritate growl, then he wrapped his mouth around the tip and sucked hard. David’s hips jerked and Patrick placed his hands firmly on them to keep them in place, eliciting a soft moan from David. The sounds David made while Patrick moved his mouth up and down his shaft were positively obscene and far too encouraging for Patrick as he kept going. He tried to take more and more of David’s cock, hitting the back of his throat, but it was too much for his gag reflex and he had to pull back as he choked. But it didn’t stop him as his tongue went back to stroking David’s cock in his mouth and one of his hands fondled David’s balls.
“Oh my God!” David exclaimed, a hand flying to Patrick’s hair instinctively to pull him off, but he caught himself and simply rested it there. The sensation was so divine he almost stopped it for no reason and he was glad he didn’t because then he would have missed the way Patrick sucked harder until his cheeks hollowed and then looked up at him. Fuck, Patrick’s eyes were piercing his own, as if they were trying to fuck him the way Patrick’s mouth was.
“If you keep,” David had to stop as he felt Patrick swallow around him, “Shit, Patrick, you’re so good at this. I’m going to- fuck.”
It was better warning then night before and Patrick was better prepared, he knew what to expect now. Patrick didn’t relent, he kept working his tongue against David’s cock and sucking, moaning around him as David let out a cry as he came. Patrick swallowed all of it this time, lapping it all up and softening his mouth’s hold on David as he gently licked him through the after shock. Then he popped off David’s cock with a smug grin, that made David weaker than his orgasm did, then he licked his lips.
“Are you positive you haven’t done this before?” David asked suddenly, feeling personally attacked by how seductive Patrick was.
“Well, you were there last night,” Patrick teased, helping David get his boxers and pants back on properly.
“I mean, like before before, as in before me before,” David elaborated, hands emphasizing his words with ridiculous circles.
"Yes, David,” Patrick sat down on the car seat, facing him, “I am very sure that I haven’t had a dick in my mouth before.” It was very difficult for him not to laugh.
“Okay it’s just, you’re very good at that and I’m find it hard to believe.”
“You think I’m good at that?”
David threw an annoyed look at him, “You know that you’re good at it.”
“Only because you just told me,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss him. David wanted to argue more, but he could taste himself on Patrick’s lips and he lost all train of thought. Instead, he eagerly slipped his tongue into Patrick’s mouth and his hands around the man’s sides.
“Mm, David,” Patrick pulled away as David’s hands teased at his belt.
"What?” he asked a bit harsher than he meant to at the kiss being cut short.
“We should go now.” Patrick told him seriously, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Why?” David whined, trying to stop Patrick as he pulled David’s hands off him and slid towards his door. “Come on, we can get that life experience checked off.”
“Oh, that’s what I just did,” Patrick smirked, opening the door, “I’ve never given head in the back seat of a car before.”
“But what about— Oh.” David called after the man as he slipped out of the back seat, only to realize what had been implied. He rushed out of the car to call over the roof to Patrick while he unlocked the front door. “Okay, but have you ever received head from—”
“Let’s go, David,” Patrick interrupted him, amused by the annoyed pout David responded with, then got back into the driver’s seat.
“What if I wanted to check off ‘sucking Patrick’s cock in the back seat of a vintage car on the side of road before getting murder’ box on my list of life experiences?” David asked, his eyes scanning the road as the sun got closer to the horizon.
“We’re not going to get murdered,” Patrick laughed, pulling on his seat belt and turning the car on. “And my car is not vintage.”
“One, if your car wasn’t made this year, it’s vintage, two, I’m not convinced we won’t get murdered, and three, so not what I was asking.”
“I know,” Patrick smiled at him, reaching over to take his hand, pulling back onto the road, back towards Schitt’s creek. Suddenly, with Patrick’s hand in his, David was okay that he didn’t get to have his way with Patrick in the backseat. He loved the way their hands fit together and he got all sort of funny feelings when he looked over at Patrick and he looked back with a smile on that mouth that just moments earlier was sucking David’s cock.
“We need to stop for ice cream at least,” he finally spoke again.
“Yeah?”
“And possibly burgers. Definitely fries too. I’m pretty sure Elmdale has a uh DQ.”
Patrick shook his head, but made no complaints about driving all the way back out to Elmdale before going back home. He wasn't ever going to complain about getting to spend just a bit more time with David.