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Post by gabe on May 8, 2011 23:06:50 GMT 10
"It's not much different," Gabe started to answer Patch's question. "And it kind of depends on if the guy takes care of his lips or not but it's not like with a girl. You don't feel like you could break the--" The word didn't even get a chance to taper off before Gabe felt the other boy's lips on his. He thought back to the other stroking his side, staring at him, and should have seen it coming. It just wasn't something he expected to ever happen. Patch had always given him such grief over his sexuality. Not the really bad kind just the kind that left the other boy calling him a poofter or a fairy every once and again or telling him he had no idea how he could want to 'put it in a butt.' But now it was different. Patch was hovering over him an Gabe felt stunned. What to do? His first instinct was to push the other away and call him a jerk like normal but by the time he reached up to do so his intentions changed. The hand that went to shove instead curled into the front of the other's shirt and the opposite one found Patrick's hip. Gabriel guided him down onto his lap and leaned in, back arching as he returned the kiss. Eyes closed and the candle light faded from his vision. Now all he could do was feel Patch, smell him, taste his lips. It was both strange and incredibly exciting all at the same time. But how long would it last?
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Post by PATRICK CONNER PATTISON on May 8, 2011 23:33:53 GMT 10
   | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,310,true] What the hell was he doing? Patch would really like an answer. However it seemed that his mind was no longer making his choices and therefore could give him no justification at all for his actions. Which was rather baffling him. He’d never really even thought about kissing Gabe before, so it wasn’t even like a secret fantasy he was harbouring coming into reality. What he was dreading was the moment when Gabe pushed him away, demanding am explanation that he wouldn’t be able to give. And let’s face it, Patch was shit at making stuff up on the spot.
It didn’t come though. Gabe wasn’t pulling away and asking what the shit. He was pulling Patch in and returning the kiss. What the shit? The blonde was starting to freak a little. He hadn’t been thinking when he started this, so of course he hadn’t considered what he would do if his kiss was accepted. I’m not gay! he yelled at himself. Oh shut up, this feels good and there is nothing else to do. Giving in to the second voice, Patch allowed the other boy to move him into his lap. Lips picking up in their exploration of new ground. Hand still stroking Gabe’s side. However now it wasn’t at all tentative.
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Post by gabe on May 8, 2011 23:47:24 GMT 10
Clearly this was some kind of alternate universe type thing they were experiencing. There was no way in the world Patch would kiss him or that he would actually reciprocate. Especially since the other had developed a new fondness for calling him DJ Lance! It was just all kinds of annoying. Hell, Patch was all kinds of annoying. But here it was. It was happening. Maybe when it inevitably ended they wouldn't speak of it. They could just pretend that it was no big deal, right? Besides, Gabe assumed that this was just Patch wanting to see what it was like to kiss a guy and then getting overexcited about it. The hand that had been curled in the front of Patch's shirt moved up, fingers splayed against the cool skin of the other's neck, aiding in tilting the other's head toward him more. The other hand slid a little further up the other's hip until he could rub his thumb against the spot where Patch's shirt was supposed to meet his pants. With the circular motion he was making he could feel skin and fabric. He wasn't sure if it was the other's shirt or the band of his underwear but Gabe didn't care. His attention was focused elsewhere. Bravely, Gabe's tongue swiped lightly at Patch's bottom lip. If the other really wanted to know what it was like to kiss a guy Gabe was going to show him. And he was going to do it properly.
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Post by PATRICK CONNER PATTISON on May 9, 2011 0:04:51 GMT 10
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,310,true] Patch got over the fact that he was kissing a guy pretty darn quickly. In fact, quicker than it should for a completely straight guy. Whatever though, it was happening, and whatever the consequences could just be dealt with (or ignored) later. Didn’t that saying about Vegas apply to blackouts anyway? What happened in Blackouts stayed in blackouts. Whatever, his mind was just a little too foggy to make any sense of anything right then. What with the circles Gabe was drawing driving him crazy and what not. A moan got stuck in his throat as he felt his body come alive at his best friend’s command.
Parting his lips, he just about sucked on Gabe’s tongue as a way of granting him access to his mouth. He was always an over-excitable boy, and that was definitely showing now. His hands were on the move. Touching, stroking, gripping. Exploring every place he could reach. He liked that he could be a little rough with Gabe. With girls he always felt like he had to be gentle, but this was like... like rough housing and messing around.. but with like, kissing and stuff. Which he was totally for at this point.
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Post by gabe on May 9, 2011 0:19:20 GMT 10
To be honest, Gabe was quite amused by Patch's enthusiasm. There was no hesitation from the other boy. He was eager and Gabe kind of liked it. His hand moved into Patch's hair, curling into soft strands. Fuck, this wasn't supposed to be so hot. He wasn't supposed to be so into it. But Patrick was making it incredibly hard for him not to be. Especially with all the touching. He tried to ignore it, pushing his tongue against the other boy's in a slick dance for dominance. It sent an ache to the pit of his stomach, a kind of want he was familiar with but hadn't ever felt for his friend before. "You're a handsy little fucker, aren't you?" Gabe breathed when he pulled back. Not too far though because too far meant that Patch would stop, that the hands would disappear. To make sure the other knew he wasn't done the circle drawing thumb moved upwards, beneath the other's shirt, until it found a nipple. It was innocent enough, right? It wasn't like he was yanking down the other's pants or anything. It was just touching. Lips connected again but soon trailed off, wanting to feel the soft skin at the base of the other's neck.
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Post by PATRICK CONNER PATTISON on May 9, 2011 0:40:01 GMT 10
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,310,true] As Gabe pulled away, Patch shamelessly whimpered. An empty feeling tugged at his gut and he just about pined for the loss of the hot mess of the other boy’s lips. Grunting at Gabe’s words, he frowned. “Shut up, jerk.” He murmured, however his hands made no move to stop in the explorations they were enjoying. At least the dynamics between them hadn’t changed. Even with the new found activity, they were still fighting for dominance and throwing little jibs at each other. As it has always been between the two of them.
Holy shit balls. Girls hardly ever went got the nipples. And if they did, it never happened so fast. His nipple stood at attention rather quickly. Ever the over-eager young lad. Feeling a serge of dominance as the other boy started to kiss his neck (holy eff that felt good), Patrick shifted his position. Straddling Gabe’s lap. Pinning him down onto the couch with a slight grinding motion. Figuring that he should return some of the attention, the young lad shot his hand up the other’s top. Giving his nipple a playful flick.
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Post by gabe on May 9, 2011 0:50:43 GMT 10
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Gabe whispered against Patch's neck. His hands abandoned their tasks and shot down to the other's waist. He held Patch tightly, the grinding motion having gotten more of his attention than was necessary. Really, the last thing he needed right now was a hard on. But the way Patch was acting and the things he was doing were leading him to that path. He wasn't sure if it was because it was Patch or if it was just because it was a warm body paying attention to him. His fingers caught belt loops and he loosened his tight grip. Okay, if Patrick wanted to do that he'd have to deal with the consequences. Lips abandoned the boy's neck, a grin temporarily gracing his face when he felt the flick, and found his mouth again. If that was how things were going to be then Gabe was going to fight back. He lifted his hips up to meet Patch's body, rolling them to make contact just as his tongue once again invaded the other's mouth.
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Post by PATRICK CONNER PATTISON on May 9, 2011 1:17:20 GMT 10
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,310,true] It was official. A gay alien had invaded his body and was now forcing him to act like a huge fag. The only thing he could do was just go along with it. And go with it he most definitely was. He felt himself smirk at Gabe’s reaction. He hadn’t done it to catch Gabriel’s attention, but god he was enjoying that fact now. It was kind of.. well basically, it was hot to think he was holding such power over his best friend. However he was fairly certain that his power when he again whimpered at the loss of lips on his neck. God dammit, whimpering was not manly, why did he keep letting the sound escape from his lips?
While he should have been expecting it, Patch really didn’t expect Gabe to fight back. He let out a gasp as hips met hips, and his groin gave a twitch of satisfaction and wanting at the same time. Shit, this could get dangerous, and fast. However he wasn’t going to back off. Pushing Gabe’s tongue back, he pushed his own past his best friends lips. Giving the other nipple a tug. Who knew he was so aggressive in the bedroom... or well, on the couch as it were.
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Post by gabe on May 9, 2011 1:32:37 GMT 10
This time Gabe didn't hesitate to smack away the hand tugging at his nipple. Hey, those were sensitive things and he wasn't going to let Patch do whatever he pleased to them. The hand that did the smacking was soon changing direction. He thought briefly about tugging the other's shirt up over his head but figured that was going to far. In fact, he'd been pretty innocent about everything so far. Usually by now he would've had his hand in someone's pants and he hadn't even tried to undo Patch's zipper. Probably because he thought the other might freak out. Feigning defeat, Gabriel momentarily gave up on trying to regain the dominant position. He let Patch have his way as he hooked an arm around the boy tightly. It only took a second of faking to flip positions with Patch. Except, of course, it wasn't the most clean switch and had Gabe tumbling across the couch, the two boys now taking up twice as much room but having Patch on his back was worth it. He kept their mouths connected, hands finding the other's so he could pin them above his head.
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Post by PATRICK CONNER PATTISON on May 10, 2011 1:09:51 GMT 10
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,310,true] The sudden change in position had taken Patch by surprise, and he had no chance to fight it. Instead he found himself on his back with his hands held above his head. Helpless. This he wasn’t so sure he liked. Though, that in itself was oddly... you know, alluring. It was hard to explain, like the idea of being in this position made him both uncomfortable but exciting. Maybe he was uncomfortable at how exciting it was. Eh. He didn’t know. He was growing a little worried about just how far things had gotten though. After all, he was not gay. This was just.... a thing. That’s all.
Breaking the kiss, he frowned up at his best friend in the darkness. “You’re spoiling my fun.” He informed Gabe, a distinct whine to his tone. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping to achieve, as Gabe wasn’t often talked into doing the things that Patch wanted, but it was really the only thing he knew how to do to persuade people, so it wasn’t like he had anything else up his sleeve to try now was it? Besides, maybe it was different.. When you are.. you know.. making out or whatever.
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Post by gabe on May 10, 2011 17:45:56 GMT 10
Gabe kept his eyes fixed on Patrick now that the kiss was broken and the other was speaking. Ruining his fun? It could be taken so many ways and Gabe wasn't sure which way to run with it. So instead of choosing he simply rolled off of Patch, wedging himself between the back of the couch and the other boy's body. It was a tight fit but wasn't so uncomfortable that he felt like pushing the other off the couch. "Just trying to show you what it's like to kiss a boy. You asked." And with that came the roughness and the touching, right? At least that was the way Gabe kissed boys. Eyes followed along the candle lit outline of his friend in the dark. Fuck. He so should not be turned on right now.
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Post by PATRICK CONNER PATTISON on May 13, 2011 2:32:43 GMT 10
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Post by gabe on May 13, 2011 2:38:56 GMT 10
Gabe rolled his shoulders in a lazy shrug. He wasn't going to be the one who chose what to do next This thing, whatever it was, happened because Patch let it and Gabe wasn't going to be the one who continued it and took the responsibility for it. That didn't mean, however, that he wouldn't allow himself to suggest it. "Power is still out," he spoke despite the fact that it was more than obvious. Eyes left Patch's face and instead looked toward the ceiling. "I'm holding," he offered knowing very well there were at least two already rolled joints in the backpack he'd come over with. "And I've got my ipod if you wanna share earbuds. Or you could kiss me again. I can't be fucked to pick, man."
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Post by PATRICK CONNER PATTISON on May 15, 2011 0:34:39 GMT 10
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Post by gabe on May 15, 2011 2:34:27 GMT 10
Gabe figured that would be Patch's answer. It was always the solution to the problem. Well, maybe not always but a solid chunk of the time if either of them were holding. With a slight nod of his head, Gabe sat and then stood up to find his backpack in the dark. It didn't take him long sense he was pretty sure where he dropped it. He made it back to the couch with an altoid container and his ipod, tossing the latter into Patch's lap. "This is all I have though, man. So if you get no buzz there's nothing I can do about it." Anything to avoid the 'what did we just do' conversation, right?
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