Patrick. (a short story)

-skin-

He affectionately kissed his neck, dragging his tongue up and down it slowly, caressing Patrick again. His hands moved slowly, their warmth was comforting. Pete's chest was against him; he felt his rapid heart beat. His hot breath tickled his neck. Pete moaned loudly and Patrick felt his voice vibrating in his chest as he did.

Patrick watched Pete as he trailed kisses up his body; from his chest up to his neck again. Pete rested his head on Patrick's chest and mumbled,

"....Mine..."

Pete grinned and bit Patrick's ear playfully. At this he moaned softly. "Yes," Patrick whispered. Pete then crawled back up to meet Patrick's blushing, sweaty face. He stroked his cheek, and kept his hand in that spot. Pete leaned into his face and let his lips gently touch Patrick's. He felt Patrick's hands feel his face. Pete pulled away once to take a breath, yet Patrick forcefully grabbed him back. He startled Pete and roughly kissed him. He nibbled on his lower lip. He breathed heavily into Pete's face. Obviously trying to seduce him, Patrick teasingly moaned. Frustrated, Pete bit down on his lip. He could doing nothing but only continue to watch Patrick and struggle to give in. All of a sudden this became a game. They both sat up now. Patrick was enjoying this. He licked his lips slowly, and leaned back into Pete. He bit his neck and then lightly gnawed on that bit of skin. Pete twitched as he shut his eyes and held in a gasp.

"Dear god...." he said softly.

Patrick stopped now; raising an eyebrow at Pete as he wiped the drool off his mouth and grinned. Patrick let out a chuckle, feeling proud. Pete's eyes scanned Patrick's naked body.

Pete kept staring at Patrick and reached out a hand to touch him. It slid down the side of his body. Pete grinned menacingly and shook his head slowly. Patrick's victorious expression faded as he watched Pete. Maybe he'd tackle him, maybe tease him and moan or something; but Pete did nothing. He continued to caress Patrick's body, licking his lips and giving him seduced looks. Patrick trembled.

"..Pete?"

He didn't respond, yet he got closer. Seeing him struggle to understand what would happen next pleased him. Patrick swallowed hard. He exhaled slowly. "Please..."

Pete finally leaned in and breathed ever so slowly on his neck. Patrick shivered hard.

"Beg me." Pete said with a cold tone. He then kissed Patrick's collarbone. Patrick groaned suddenly, and dug his bitten down nails into Pete's neck. He continued to shiver.

"You want me." commanded Pete. He dragged his tongue slowly on Patrick's skin. He teased him and fed off of Patrick's frustration. He moaned in tortured pleasure. Their lips roughly met again, and Patrick absorbed every second of it. He pulled on Pete's lips with his own lips and his teeth as though he were a starving animal. He angrily gnawed on the skin near Pete's collarbone and groaned much louder than before.

"I fucking need you." he said roughly under his breath. Pete let Patrick continue to pull on his lips, let him touch every inch of his bare skin, feeling satisfied.