“Patrick?” I said running my fingers through his hair looking down. The orangish hotel lamp making a gold halo on the crown of his head.
“Hm?” He hummed holding me tighter. His arms tight and comforting. (That’s not the only thing that’s tight and comforting.)
“Did you know you’re beautiful?” I breathed in his sent that smelt close to mine.
“How could I not? You tell me all the time.” His voice muffled in my chest.
“I Know you know, but do you know?”
“Pete if I say yes can we go to sleep?” He said before yawning.
“No.”
“No?” He asked confused.
“Nope I want you to know how beautiful are you.”
“Wentz I think you’ve gone mad.” He said looking up at me. “Fine. How beautiful am I?”
“You think? Trick where have you been the past three years?”
“In your bed.”
“Our bed.” I corrected him.
“Yeah, but when I was 17 it was yours.”
I just shrugged, and squeezed him tightly. When I thought he might be asleep I climbed out of ebd, put on a pair of boxers-not sure if mine or Patrick’s, turned off the lamp, and climbed back into bed. Patrick turned in my arms. I leaned in and kissed the back of his neck. ”Goodnight Trick.” I whispered.
“Night Panda.”
I smiled into his neck and fell asleep.
~
I woke up tangled in sheet and Patrick’s limbs. Patrick’s hand and head on my chest. Body heat keeping us warm.
Patrick’s morning wood was noticeably against my thigh. A barley audible moan escaped his lips and I knew he must have been having a good dream.
I leaned in pressing my lips to his. He opened his mouth licking his way into mine. Keeping our mouths attached he moved to straddle me. He broke the kiss opening his eyes. They were a bright blue green, but the color isn’t what was interesting. His spin painted eyes silently screamed want. Patrick slid down my body pulling my boxers off with his teeth. He sucked the head of my already hard cock stoking the base.
Everyone knew Patrick had a mouth made for sex, but it made me happy knowing I was the only one who knew all the tricks it could do.
He pulled off, and climbed up back up my body. He kissed me again and whispered “I want you.”
I flipped us over putting me on top, and I attacked his neck. Sucking and licking dark bruises that told everyone mine while he moaned. He bucked up trying to get more friction.
I sat back lubing myself up before lining myself with Patrick. I pushed in a little. He was still relatively loose from last night, but the sharp hiss Patrick made told me he felt otherwise. I pushed in all the stopping to give him time to adjust. Once Patrick was ready a set a slow rhythm.
Patrick was moaning and writhing beneath me. His hands grabbed the sheets, eyes just slitted open looking up at me.
I reached down and grabbed his cock stroking in rhythm with my thrust. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I breathed out.
Patrick’s breath hitched and I knew he was close. “Peete.” He moaned my name slow and deep. His “sex voice” I called it.
He twisted his hands in the sheets and impossibly tightened around me before coming all over my hand and his stomach. I thrust a few more times before I came. I pulled out and leaned down to lick my hand and Patrick’s stomach clean. I laid on top of Patrick breathing deep before rolling off. “So so beautiful.” I said again before going back to sleep.
