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“Lock it up, David. Lock it up,” Patrick kept kissing David to silence him. Normally David would be a brat and keep teasing and prodding at Patrick’s past, but the sure hands on his neck and the incredibly soft lips moving against his made him too weak.
They laughed through the kiss and David couldn’t remember ever feeling such joy while kissing, he only ever felt need. Need he was familiar with, comfortable with, need for affection, for touch, need to forget life, to feel something, anything. Need was easy. It didn’t ignite such a deep fear nor did it flip his stomach with excitement the way this joy did. He felt inclined to listen to the need in him, fingers dancing at the hem of Patrick’s sweater, but the joy, the warm feelings in his chest at Patrick kissing him with a grin, they reminded him that this wasn’t a quickie hook up in the dark corner of a club. This was more than anything he ever had and he wasn’t about to fuck it up by falling back on old habits. He already nearly messed this moment up by having to explain the Jake/Stevie/him situation.
Patrick’s tongue found its way into David’s mouth, sure and confident in the way it explored and David’s mind was wiped clean from all his worries. He leaned into the kiss, laughs dying as passion took over. Somehow Patrick’s hands had moved from his neck and tugged at the hem of his own sweater, not resisting in the least, he let him pull it off. For a brief moment he wished they’d turned the lights off before this, but then he watched as his business partner - lover? they hadn’t talked labels yet - carefully folded the sweater and placed it on a nearby chair. David’s heart — and another eager part of him — swelled at the gesture, so sweet and thoughtful. Then Patrick was looking at him.
“David,” he breathed out, and before the anxious man could look away and make a self-deprecating comment, Patrick’s firm hands were on the sides of his face and they were kissing again. While new to all this, Patrick did things to David that no one else had ever before, something as simple as saying his name had David’s skin electrified and the way he held his face made his knees turn to jelly.
Patrick gently pushed on David’s shoulders, leading him to move up the bed and lie down. Before David had time to absorb the meaning of such placement, Patrick was straddling his hips, lips never leaving his, and his hands were wandering over David’s bare chest. Fingers skimmed his sides, tickling delightfully, making him squirm a little, then they brushed over his nipples and he moaned softly into Patrick’s mouth. It was all the encouragement Patrick needed to explore more, thumbs rolling over his nubs, then, after a delightful response from David, pinching.
David’s hip jerked upwards, against Patrick’s, and in a moment of panic he quickly pulled away, worried he’d scare him. To his surprise, Patrick’s hips followed his, pressing against him. David moaned at the feel of his partner’s arousal through his pants. Patrick broke away from David’s lips to move on to his neck, moving down it until he found a spot that made David writhe. Tentatively he bit the spot, making his partner jolt and press harder against him.
“You know,” David said between heavy breaths, amazed at how fast Patrick got him to be so aroused, “If this is you going slow, I’d love to know what a regular pace is for you.”
When Patrick first accepted Stevie’s offer to stay at her place for the night, David was expecting a night of PG kissing, maybe even a little more with some full hickeys — essentially he expected the things they were doing the stock room of the store earlier. It had only been a week since Patrick told him that they’d need to take things very slow as such David certainly didn’t expect this. Not Patrick undressing him and actively searching for spots that made David's pants feel way too small and the room feel way too hot.
Patrick propped himself up on his hands, hips lifting up leaving David’s disappointed, and looked down at him. David readied a quick backpedal of an apology, worried he offended, but Patrick spoke first, with a small smirk that let David relax. “What was it you said to me the day we met?”
“Uh,” David thought back to the day, but couldn’t remember anything verbatim other than handing him the line ticket, “This is for you?” he then cringed at how it sounded like a bad euphemism.
“No, not that David,” Patrick laughed, bringing a hand up to stroke the side of David’s head. He desperately wanted to run his fingers through the man’s hair, but knew that David would likely have a fit if he messed his hair up.
Leaning into Patrick’s touch David asked, "Okay, so what did I say?”
“‘You’re either very impatient or extremely sure of yourself.’”
“Oh, I did say that, didn’t I?” David pursed his lips into a guilty smirk as understanding hit him. He put his hands against his partner’s chest, picking at the sweater as though trying to clean it of lint, but really he was thinking about how he could convince the man to take it off. “Which is it then?”
“Can it be both?” Patrick’s lips found his again, slow and tender. The kind of kiss David never really had before and that Patrick never knew he actually enjoyed until then.
“Mm,” David pulled away with some difficulty, “And what does that mean for this situation?” he waved his hands around, gesturing at them both, though he mostly wanted to gesture to the bulge in Patrick’s Levis. It took all the willpower he didn’t even know he had not to grab that man’s backside, pull him impossibly close and grind against him like they were dirty dancing at a gay bar in San Francisco.
Patrick shook his head with that ridiculous smile that always made David’s stomach do funny backflips. Then his eyes met David’s but couldn’t hold them in his nervous way as he replied, “Well, I- I don’t know. I hadn’t thought-”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” David shook his head wildly, panic spilling out of his mouth, “I don’t want you to, uh, do anything you might regret or might not be ready for and I wanted to make sure that you were okay and-”
“David, David,” Patrick tried to interrupt but he kept rambling, so Patrick kissed him, soft and quick.
“Okay,” David smiled, taking the hint to stop.
“I appreciate you worrying and I promise you,” he held the anxious man’s face with his free hand, looking into his eyes in earnest, “I will let you know if I’m uncomfortable or not ready for something.”
“Okay, but like I want to make sure I don’t cross any lines so can—” before he could finish his sentence Patrick’s hips were pressing against his and his lips found that sweet spot once more. “Oh um okay, okay,” he closed his eyes, cringing over his inability to shut up.
“I think,” Patrick whispered in his ear, sending chills down his spine, “You need to stop overthinking this.”
“Are you telling me or yourself?”
“Can it be both?” This made them both laugh.
Certain now that Patrick wasn’t a skittish puppy that would run off at the slightest movement, David pulled at the blue sweater and undershirt keeping a barrier between the two of them. “Mm, off,” David murmured against Patrick’s lips once he couldn’t pull the fabric up anymore without the other man’s help.
With a small chuckle, Patrick sat up, making sure to press harder against David and earning a pleasant groan, to pull the sweater and undershirt off over his head. David immediately ran his hands up Patrick’s abdomen, admiring how fit the man was and how hairless he was compared to David - which was easy to say with his dark hair over his chest that always took him ages to groom. Patrick inhaled sharply at the touch, watching David carefully.
“Mm,” David smiled and murmured in approval, “Gorgeous.” Patrick let out a mix of a laugh and release of held back breath, his face flushed as he looked away. “If I had my old gallery,” David spoke slowly, his hands moving idly up and down Patrick’s sides, “I would display a photograph of you from this moment. It would be quite the sought after piece, I’d have to fight clients to keep it to myself.”
Patrick shook his head, finding it hard to believe that David would have noticed someone as ordinary as ‘small town Patrick’ in his past lavish lifestyle.
“You don’t believe me?” David scoffed dramatically, his hands stilling.
“I’m just finding it hard to believe you would have noticed me back then,” Patrick admitted, putting on his teasing smirk to hide the insecurity lingering in his chest. Not long after meeting the eccentric man, Patrick had looked up the Rose family online, specifically David of course and found the man had spent his time before Schitt’s Creek surrounded by high fashion model types.
“I would have noticed,” the ex-gallerist said softly before adding loudly, “If you think I wasn’t think about kissing you the moment we met, you’re sorely mistaken.”
Patrick rolled his eyes and leaned down, hands on either side of David’s head to keep him up. “Then why didn’t you?” he challenged, trying to get the man to admit to lying.
“Are you kidding? And risk getting punched in the face by the guy in Levis who works in business and wears button ups with the sleeves rolled up and held the future of my business license in his hands? I wasn’t about to hit on the supposedly straight guy.”
This made Patrick laugh and relax again, of course David wasn’t lying and it made his chest warm to hear that his feelings weren’t ever one sided. “You thought I was straight?”
“Didn’t you?”
He laughed harder, “Fair point.”
David wormed his arms around Patrick’s back, pulling him down closer so that his weight was resting on David, relishing in the skin-to-skin contact. “If we had met in different circumstances, there would have been a lot of awkward flirting from me,” he whispered sexily, then added as an afterthought, less sexy and more rambly, “Or drunken flirting because I wouldn’t have had the courage to just go up and hit on you without drinking a lot a lot. Not with how gorgeous you are and how straight you seemed.”
“I’m glad we met the way we did,” Patrick smiled, kissing David’s cheek and slowly rolling his hips, grinding the bulging erection in his jeans against David’s, earning a soft moan from the man.
David closed his eyes in bliss and asked, “Mm, why’s that?”
“It gave me time to accept my feelings before there was awkward flirting.” It was true, if they had met in a scenario that involved David hitting on him immediately, it would have scared him off and maybe he would still be in the closet and with his on and off again high school sweetheart. He rolled his hips again and David responded in kind, the feeling driving them both mad with want. Patrick wanted to tear away the rest of their clothes and do so many things that excited and terrified him at the same time. Thoughts of everything they could do overwhelmed him and he knew that while he was moving faster than he thought he would, there were still things they needed to keep the brakes on.
He never felt that way with Rachel, there was never this need to be touching, to move beyond kissing. With David, though, everything felt right and he needed to be touching his skin, to be kissing and though sex made him nervous — only because he was inexperienced and up against David fucking Rose — he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He researched it intensely not long after meeting the man and after kissing him, the want only grew stronger. Still, there were things he wasn’t ready for, but damn, did he want them.
“Then I’m glad too,” David grinned and leaned his head up to kiss Patrick’s neck. “And I’m glad you’re both impatient and very sure of yourself.”
“Yeah?” Patrick smiled.
“Mmhmm,” David nodded, nipping at the half-hickey he had given Patrick earlier. “Very glad.”
“Do you always do this much talking?” the business man teased.
“You don’t?” David quipped back, only to cringe into Patrick’s neck, realizing that bringing up Patrick’s past of sad, heterosexual sex wasn’t the sexiest of things to do in that moment.
Patrick paused for a moment, thinking of how to respond and David began to apologize when a fast quip wasn’t returned. “Not this kind of talking.” He stunned the nervous man into silence. “There isn’t usually a conversation.” The soft, slow way Patrick spoke those words made David shudder, his body entirely thrilled at the notion.
“Okay,” David nodded, letting his head fall back onto the pillow, eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, “Let’s hear it.”
Patrick biting his bottom lip and looking away, made David smirk at successfully making him blush. “I’m not sure I can, the- the things I want to say aren’t exactly things I’m ready for.”
This both thrilled and intrigued David more, what did Patrick want to say? He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully, “Well, you know, just because, um, you say it, doesn’t mean we, you know, have to do it.”
Patrick laughed, knowing David only wanted to satiate his curiosity. “Is that right?”
“Mhmm, yeah,” David accentuated his affirmation by grinding his pelvis against Patrick’s.
“I want you so much David,” Patrick breathed out, his mouth close to David’s ear. He struggled a moment to keep talking as David kept moving underneath him. “I want you all over.”
“You want me?” David asked, kissing Patrick’s neck softly while definitely not being soft with his hips. He expected a blunt statement like wanting to be fucked or to fuck, not something like that. Dirty talk wasn’t like that. Wanting David was very different from wanting to fuck David. It twisted his stomach into knots thinking about it.
Patrick pulled up again to look David in the eyes, his face was flushed and his breathing ragged. The combination of lust and sincerity in his face made David want to cry from the swell of emotions rushing through him. “I want you.” Patrick repeated firmly.
Unable to contain himself, David pushed Patrick off him, rolling him over so that he could be on top. He gave the man a deep kiss before he responded, “I want you too.” It was barely a whisper, he hadn’t been sure he was going to manage that much. The words terrified him, shook his chest, but he knew that he felt them and the way Patrick’s eyes lit up only made them truer.
David was done talking now, he needed to show Patrick how much he wanted him. Trusting Patrick to stop him if he started to go too far, he kissed his way down the man’s neck, making sure to stop on his shoulder to treat him to a full hickey — one that he could hide under clothes. Sucking and bitting at the spot, David delighted in the soft moans from Patrick as the man pulled at his back to get them closer together. Feeling as though he had done enough to make it last significantly, David took a moment to admire his work with a mischievous smirk. Patrick would have words about this later, but for now, he felt pride in being able to claim the man in a small way. Not to show ownership or mark territory, but to remind him that this man was giving himself to him and David was doing the same for him.
Before he could think himself to tears over a hickey, he moved onwards, or rather downwards. He kissed his way to Patrick’s nipples, but when he didn’t get a greater response from kissing or nipping at them, he moved on. He deemed it an unfair advantage that the man’s nipples weren’t sensitive in the way his were, and that Patrick knew he had that advantage. The thought didn’t bother him long as he kissed every inch of his partner’s skin that he could with firm hands resting on his shoulders, not guiding or restricting, simply looking to touch. David savored every kiss, enjoying the salty taste of light perspiration and the way Patrick’s breath hitched at every touch of his lips. He stopped at the waist band of Patrick’s Levis and kissed across to Patrick’s other side to work his way back up.
Then he heard the most delightful sound come out of Patrick’s mouth when he kissed a particular spot on his side. It was a mixture of a moan and a whimper that made David’s cock twitch. He looked up at Patrick, giving the spot and open mouth kiss, sucking lightly, eliciting another moan as the man writhed beneath him. With a smirk, David noted the spot, debated on biting and sucking a hickey into it, before deciding it would have to be for another time. Right then, there was a particular part of Patrick’s he wanted his mouth on.
Eagerly, he sat up and worked at Patrick’s belt while making eye contact with the man. His eyes filled with a question, and Patrick’s own heavy lidded, lust filled eyes were almost enough to undo him. The man didn’t need to nod to give consent, but David waited for the slight nod before sliding the belt out of the loops and tossing it to the ground. He wasn’t about to go too fast simply because he couldn’t control his libido. No, need wasn’t going to take over his joy.
Patrick watched as David made quick work of removing his jeans, helping here and there, but mostly just watching. A part of him wanted to look away, the part of him he wished he could silence as it was filled with embarrassment and shame, the rest of him couldn’t take his eyes away. He couldn’t believe how beautiful David was and how everything he did was incredibly intoxicating and arousing. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have David. When David’s eyes landed on him before he crawled back onto the bed, Patrick felt his body melt from the heat of his blush. Both from feeling extremely exposed — though still in boxers, they weren’t covering much at all — and from the feelings that swelled in his chest at the delicious smile on David’s face. If there was one thing he could count on with David, it was that he could never keep his thoughts to himself, he had no poker face to speak of, Patrick always knew what David was thinking.
“Mm,” was the noise of approval from him that could undo Patrick easily. It was torture at the store when just a small noise could arouse him so. David kissed his way back up the bed, taking his sweet time with the insides of Patrick’s thigh, then the other thigh, ignoring the cotton boxers that were tented by Patrick’s impressive cock, much to Patrick’s slight disapproval. Disapproval that he involuntary let slip with a small whine that David almost missed. When David worked his way back up the second thigh, making note of every spot that made the other man’s body twitch and his hips buck, he held his face just above the tip of the boxer tent and looked up at Patrick. He took in the man’s scent, wondering if there was a way to bottle such a musk for him to keep all to himself. He knew he’d never get enough of it.
The shorter man had to tense his body in an attempt to suppress the intense rush as he realized that it was likely that it might actually be possible for him to come without even being touched when he looked down at David. It took him a moment to recollect himself and realize the man was waiting for him to respond. Had he said something? Patrick wondered, then realized that no, he was simply waiting for a go-ahead. So careful and considerate to Patrick’s comfort, a tenderness that still surprised him. David was anything but tender at the store, but in moments of brief privacy between them, he was for Patrick alone. Forcing himself to breathe slowly, Patrick gave David a small nod, not trusting his voice to work.
David’s eyes never left Patrick’s as he nuzzled the cock before him, not bothering to free it from its cotton prison just yet. His eyes still didn’t move as he wrapped his mouth around the tip of the cock, flicking his tongue at it teasingly. Patrick’s moan sent waves of pleasure down David’s back, it was a sound he would never get enough of, he would even go as far as calling it his favourite sound in the world.
“David,” Patrick breathed out, voice aching with pained desire. A desire so strong he couldn’t even verbalize what he wanted.
Forget the moan, that was David’s favourite sound in the entirety of existence. He knew what that sound meant, and he wasted no time in pulling down the last of the fabric keeping him from Patrick. This time he didn’t care to pull them all the way off like he did the jeans, no instead he took a few seconds to appreciate how hard Patrick was for him, how his cock was leaking with precum and it’d barely even been touched this whole time. He couldn’t keep himself anymore, he thought about taking the time to tease the man, but he needed to know how Patrick tasted.
He brought his tongue to the base of Patrick’s cock and licked up the underside to the tip before sucking it into his mouth in one smooth motion. Patrick’s hips bucked, not expecting David to be so quick to put his mouth around him. David hummed happily at the reaction and noises he was getting from Patrick, knowing that the hum would only add to the pleasure. He licked at the tip of Patrick’s cock, enjoying the taste before he took more of the cock into his mouth.
David’s experience with sex was likely the only good that ever came from his garbage dump of past relationships. While sure, he felt used a lot afterwards, the sex itself was always great and he knew he excelled at it. Particularly his ability to suck cock, a skill he was eager to show off to Patrick and if he was lucky, he’d get to show off to him again and again. Giving head wasn’t always his favourite activity, especially when his jaw ached, but after only a few seconds of having Patrick’s cock in his mouth, feeling the man writhe below him, hearing his moans, tasting him, smelling him, it was all too much. It was all so damn good. He could do it for ages.
He took in as much of the cock as his gag reflex would allow, even then, some more, choking a little. A noise that made Patrick groan deliciously. David pressed his own hips against the mattress to alleviate his own needs, though the zipper of his own jeans wasn’t exactly comfortable, and made use of his tongue on the base of the cock as he pulled up back to to the tip.
“Fuck,” Patrick breathed out, his hands tangling into David’s hair, again simply to touch. Briefly, David was distracted by the thought of his hair being mussed up, then Patrick made his favourite sound and he was a goner, “David.”
He deep throated the cock again, somehow taking in more so this time, lips almost touching the base, pulled out, and then went for it again. Ideally, he’d have Patrick fuck his mouth, move himself in and out and hold his head still, but that was for another time. After a good conversation about some of the rougher things David liked. This time, David relished in setting the pace and listening to Patrick’s heady moans and pants. He slurped his way back up and sucked at the tip for a glorious moment of Patrick’s hips jerking and hands gripping hair.
“David, I-” He couldn’t speak as David took him in again. David didn’t need him to though, he knew what he was going to say. He felt it in the way Patrick was practically vibrating beneath him. He looked up at Patrick again, tongue pressing his cock to the roof of his mouth while stroking it at the same time. The look was enough to undo Patrick and he came with a soft cry, hips bucking into David’s mouth as he swallowed the cum and lapped at Patrick’s cock through it all. Riding through some of the aftershock until some squirming told him it was too much and he let off.
When he pulled off with a perfect pop! he coughed and climbed back up the bed to lay on his side against Patrick. Draping an arm across the man’s stomach and nuzzling his face into the side of his neck. He waited patiently — a word Patrick never thought he would ever pair with the bratty ex-rich boy — while Patrick came down from his intense high and collected himself enough to be able to speak again, or at least register whatever David could say.
“So…?” David asked slowly into Patrick’s neck, too nervous to look him in the face.
Patrick laughed and rolled to his side, taking hold of David’s face to force him to look, a thumb running over David’s lips slowly, with wonder in his eyes. “You’re amazing.” Was all Patrick could muster in a breathy, well-satiated voice, before kissing David deep and with reckless abandon as he pushed his tongue into David’s mouth, tasting himself in the man’s mouth. A move so aggressive and sensual that David did not expect it this time, but welcome it eagerly, especially when Patrick pressed his chest up against his.
“This seems unfair,” Patrick pulled away, moving a hand to tug at David’s waistband.
David shook his head with a smirk, “I don’t know what that means.”
Then Patrick’s hand was on David’s bulge, so bold and decisive that David’s smirk was wiped from his face and he gasped loudly as Patrick squeezed. “David?” Patrick maintained eye contact as if to deliver some very serious news about the store.
“Mhm?” was all David could muster while his cock was still in the other man’s hand, being squeezed delightfully.
Patrick leaned in, his mouth just a hair away from David’s. He whispered in his teasing tone; the same tone he’d used earlier to tell David to hang in there before he helped that interrupting customer who wanted bath salts; the same teasing whisper he used daily on David when David was being his ridiculous, bratty self, “You’re so hard.” He emphasized it by squeezing harder.
Now that was unfair. Completely and utterly unfair. How was David supposed to survive public interactions with the man when he knew the next time he teased David, his cock would harden that instant, and knowing Patrick, it wouldn’t take long before he used that tone the next time they were in public. There was no way he should be allowed to use that teasing tone to say something so incredibly arousing while holding David’s cock.
“Mm,” David groaned, losing himself to the feeling. Patrick’s voice reverberating in his ears and translating to his throbbing cock that was aching to be released. When Patrick’s hand slowly made work of his jeans’ button, he remembered himself and bit the inside of his lips nervously. Desire warring with his need to make Patrick comfortable.
“You don’t have to,” he said finally, catching Patrick’s hand to stop him.
Patrick looked at him softly, carefully studying his face. It always made David feel vulnerable when he looked at him that way, Patrick could read him like a book and it was terrifying. Patrick rarely needed to ask for clarification on David’s meaning, he got it from his face. It was both refreshing and exhilarating to have someone know him so well, but it also meant keeping things to himself was incredibly difficult.
“I want to,” Patrick said simply and firmly.
“Okay, but just so you know, you don’t have to just cause I did, I’m more than happy after—” Patrick used the only trick that did the job of silencing one of David’s rambles and kissed him softly, achingly tender, while his hand continued to undo the other man’s jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly.
“David,” he spoke before David could continue after the kiss, “I want to because I want you. Not because I feel like it’s owed to you. Okay?”
David couldn’t contain his smile as he nodded enthusiastically, “Okay.”
“Good, now off,” Patrick grinned as he shoved the jeans downwards.
“So impatient,” David muttered, still smiling, and he wiggled out of his jeans then taking the time to fold them and place them with his sweater before joining Patrick on the bed again.
His body had barely just hit the mattress when Patrick pushed him to his back and climbed back on top of him, straddling his thighs this time. While David had been removing his jeans, he saw that Patrick had abandoned his boxers, even soft David appreciated his cock. Patrick took in the sight of David beneath him and knew if he wasn’t so spent, his cock would be hardening right then. He never thought the sight of another man’s hard cock tenting boxers would drive him this wild, but the sight of David’s could potentially reduce his refractory period. He released a slow breath, resisting the urge to let out a low whistle, and ran a hand down David’s chest, making sure to flick his nipple. Learning David’s body was his favourite activity and he was good at it, even with the nerves of doing this all for the first time, he was sure of himself, sure that he was doing things right when David writhed beneath him or moaned into his mouth. David was dramatic, but an actor, he was not.
That bit of confidence was enough to help him push past the nerves as he leaned down to kiss David’s neck, making sure to kiss a particular spot that made David’s whole body react, and to kiss down to his collarbone, then to his chest. He gave attention to both nipples — making sure to nip at them both and to elicit wonderful gasps — and though he wanted to spend more time teasing the man, he moved on, kissing David’s abdomen, noticing the way he tensed below him. David had always been sensitive to comments on his eating behaviors and it made Patrick ache a little to think of David as self-conscious of his body.
He kissed the man’s stomach all the more tenderly, running his hands over his sides. He wanted to tell David how beautiful he is without saying a word. When David finally relaxed underneath him and reacted positively to the kisses, Patrick felt he had made his point. He sat up and moved lower on the bed, leaning down to kiss David’s thighs. He was going to give David the same slow treatment that he’d shown him.
When Patrick skipped over where David’s thighs met, David wiggled. “Mm, I think you missed a spot.”
Patrick held back a laugh and looked up, “Really? Where?” He looked to David’s thigh, pointedly not at his cock. “Here?” he asked, kissing dangerously close to the hem of David’s boxers. “Or here?” he kissed the same spot on the other thigh.
“A little higher actually.”
Patrick couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head a little. “Is that right? So here?” He kissed barely a centimeter higher than his last kiss.
“No, like higher, as in higher off the ground,” David waved his hands upwards, doing his best not to actually gesture at his cock. He was being a brat and he knew it, but he loved the way Patrick never gave in to his bratty attitude. It was a bit self-defeating since he knew this behaviour was going to make Patrick more resistant to what he actually wanted, but at the same time it was so delectable.
“I’m not going to kiss air, David.” Patrick challenged David to say what he meant. He wanted to do it as much as David wanted him to, but he was going to make David say it first.
“Okay fine!” David exclaimed, giving in after hold Patrick’s patient expression of two seconds, “I’m talking about my dick, Patrick.” He hadn’t intended to use his name, but when the rhyme was right there, he couldn’t resist.
Patrick held back another laugh, smirking as he feigned confusion, “What about your dick, David?”
“Ugh!” David flopped his head back onto the pillow for two seconds before bringing it up to look at Patrick, “You’re going to make me say it aren’t you?” It was both infuriating and arousing and he decided Patrick shouldn’t have that sort of power — even if it was power David had just given him.
“‘fraid so,” Patrick answered, looking up at him innocently through his lashes. A look that was also completely unfair. David couldn’t comprehend why someone as gorgeous as Patrick was with him.
David sighed, then said quietly, “I want you to kiss it, okay?”
“Just kiss it?” the teasing man leaned his head over David’s erection and arched an eyebrow as he pulled at the waistband of the offending boxers that were in his way. Freeing David’s cock, he became a little overwhelmed, biting his bottom lip as he admired it. Knowing David was just as hard for him as he was for David, was incredibly satisfying, albeit overwhelming. He had to take a moment to collect himself, think about what he wanted to do. Was he ready? He wondered, but the longer he stared at David’s beautiful, erect cock, he felt unable to contain how much he wanted it.
Patrick shook his head back into the moment, realizing David was waiting patiently for him to speak or do something. He then asked, “So, like this?” with a soft kiss to David’s tip.
“You know what,” David waved his arms emphatically, “No, I want- Oh, oh! Okay!” Before finishing his thought, Patrick wrapped his mouth around the tip of David’s cock and lapped his tongue against the slit, tasting the man’s precum eagerly. He didn’t give David a chance to collect himself from such a bold move as he put his research to use, sucking hard at the tip, then dipping down to swallow more of his cock and pushing his tongue against the underside in a similar technique David had used on him.
Patrick sucked David’s cock relentlessly and boldly, with all the qualities that attracted David to him in the first place. David thought that he was an extremely quick study, and Patrick would never correct him on that. He wasn’t ever going to share how much research he had done or how many awkward ‘how-to’ videos he watched — and re-watched earlier that day David knew he was the kind who planned everything, but he didn’t know he planned this sort of thing, and he wasn’t going to just yet. Still, it was his first time, he wasn’t as adept to deep throating and could only take in so much and at one point, he accidentally grazed his teeth against David’s cock. Expecting to have to apologize immediately, considering it wasn’t a soft graze, Patrick was surprised by the moaning gasp from David’s lips and locked that away for another night, or rather a conversation before another night.
It didn’t take long for David to be panting his name and begging him not to stop, not that he would, it was far too good to watch and feel the way he undid David. When his jaw began to ache, David was close, so close. Nerves shot through Patrick as he panicked over what he was going to do. Could he swallow it all? Was he ready to? If he pulled off, it’d make a mess, was that okay? Would he like that? Would David? He didn’t have time to figure it out as David warned him a little late and came hard, hips spasming.
Patrick tried to swallow all of it, suck it all out of David, but it was too much and he had to pull off, coughing some and watching as cum spilled over David’s cock. Fortunately, David was at the end of his orgasm, so it didn’t get everywhere, just dripped down David. Still, Patrick felt bad about the mess. Without even thinking about it, he leaned back down to lick it all off David. It wasn’t just guilt motivating, he loved David’s taste and wanted more. So much more.
David watched in wonder as Patrick cleaned him up with his mouth and clearly enjoying every second of it the same way he enjoyed David’s cock in his mouth. Normally, he’d nervously ask Patrick if he liked it, but from the few times he was able to look down, he could see pure pleasure on the man’s face. When Patrick had lapped up all the cum off David, he crawled back up the bed and flopped down beside David. A leg over his partner’s legs and a hand pulling the man’s side closer to him.
“You really are impatient and very sure of yourself.” David murmured, pulling Patrick closer and kissing the top of his head. He awkward scooted his boxers back on, since taking them off was more effort and he didn’t want Patrick to move. David usually didn’t cuddle with his sexual partners after the deed, but that was more about the other persons than it was him. He loved affection and couldn’t get enough of feeling Patrick close to him. He sighed contently as Patrick nuzzled closer, kissing his collarbone, and ignored the irrational sense of dread over being abandoned.
“David,” Patrick grabbed the taller man’s hand and pulled it to his mouth to kiss each knuckle, “I really liked that,” he admitted softly.
A teasing quip flew to the front of David’s mind, but he pushed it away. This wasn’t Patrick joking around, it was him being vulnerable to not only David, but to himself. They’d gone much further than David thought they would by then, and he wasn’t about to mock Patrick while he was so bare — both figuratively and literally.
“I did too,” David whispered kissing Patrick’s head again, exhaustion hitting him like the Mont Saint Michel’s galloping tides rushing in, “Even if you did mess up my hair.” He felt Patrick chuckle as he closed his eyes, whatever Patrick said next, if anything, was lost to the room as sleep pulled him under.
They’d already agreed they weren’t going to stay the entire night, because that would make using Stevie’s apartment weirder. But they had time to sleep a little, or well, David had time. Patrick, though tired, wasn’t about to sleep, he couldn’t stop going over everything they’d just done. Not in a panic of regret, not even close. In pure bliss. He never knew sex could be so great. He happily rested half-on David while he slept, taking in the man’s warmth and steady frame. Only a week into the relationship and he knew he was absolutely a goner. He wanted that moment for the rest of his life.