Confliction ; Joetrick

nine; of literally just smut

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Patrick forgot about his earlier vow of taking this slowly, because this was so much better.

The instant coffee packet dropped to the floor as Patrick moved his hands to place them in Joe's hair, so he was gripping onto the shorter hairs at the back of Joe's neck. What started as just a simple kiss had now quickly heated up, Joe most likely just as desperate for Patrick as Patrick was for him.

He didn't even think about how different Joe's tongue felt in his mouth than Elisa's did -- all thoughts of her as far away as she was -- because all he could focus on was how much he loved it. It felt foreign, but it felt good.

Patrick's hands roamed around Joe's back, tilting his head to get a better angle. He was rather unsure on what to do because he was usually the dominant one and then here came Joe; pinning him against the counter and kissing him quickly, leading the way. Not that he minded. He was especially surprised when Joe moved his hands down underneath Patrick's thighs to grab hold of them, but his instinct was to wrap his arms around Joe's shoulders and his legs around Joe's waist, knowing Joe was attempting to lift him up.

Joe placed him down onto the counter moments later, grunting as he parted their mouths. Patrick stared down at him -- now a fraction taller because he was seated on the surface, but still leaning towards Joe -- their noses barely touching as they kept sturdy eye contact, neither of them moving a muscle.

Both of them were out of breath, both of them had wide eyes and swollen lips, and both of them weren't satisfied enough with just the kiss, now. They wanted more.

"Are we actually doing this?" Patrick whispered, as if they weren't alone and this was their secret, which is what it felt like. He could feel his heart pumping as Joe placed one hand behind Patrick's head, pulling it closer and slightly to the side, and whispered in his ear.

"I'm ready if you are."

Patrick almost squeaked, a whole new wave of emotions running through him. He was definitely excited for what was about to come (him, if he was lucky), but he was also slightly fearful, never actually doing this with a guy. But he nodded as enthusiastically as he could, letting Joe know that he was absolutely okay with whatever was about to go down.

Right away, Patrick could feel Joe's stubble move against his cheek, Joe's lips against the skin just underneath his ear, kissing down towards his neck, and he involuntarily bit his lip, closing his eyes as he tilted his neck to Joe's advantage. He moved his arms from around Joe's shoulders and grabbed hold of Joe's arms, which were now firmly grasping Patrick's hips and keeping him seated. The feeling of Joe's lips and teeth grazing against his neck and jaw was unbelievable, and when Joe bit down on the side of his neck, Patrick let out a soft moan. He didn't mean to make the noise, but he was helpless in his situation, and Joe took it as an invitation to bite more marks onto his neck.

"Joe," Patrick breathed out, after Joe's lips were right against his Adam's apple, a sudden realisation hitting him, "They're gonna make marks."

Joe paused, looking up at Patrick's closed eyes, a little confused. "Well of course they are." He stated it as if it was obvious, but Patrick already knew that. That was his point.

"Yeah, but, anyone could see them and know that wasn't Elisa who put those there." He hated to think about his wife in this situation, currently not wanting to be reminded, but he still had to make sure nobody knew he and Joe were together. Especially Elisa. "She'll know she didn't put them there."