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Post by PATRICK CONNER PATTISON on Jan 9, 2012 23:53:21 GMT 10
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 i can't fight this feeling I'VE FORGOTTEN WHAT I STARTED FIGHTING FOR |
[/div] A low yawn passed his lips, as the blonde lazily ran a hand down the other boy’s back. He really loved this part. Sure, the sweaty part was fantastic, amazing and about a billion other adjectives. This part though.. Patch adored it. Laying with Drew in a jumble of limbs. Both their hearts beating in time to what they had just done, the pleasant afterglow setting around them. For Patch, this part always seemed more intimate. Just a few minutes ago the contact between the two had been sweat, needy, and just a little rough. Now though, Patch felt perfectly content curled up against the other boy, all but purring into his skin as he breathed in the heady scent of the other young man. He’d actually be perfectly content to spend the rest of the night like this. The normally excitable boy was calmed completely, and didn’t need anything else to entertain him. Just this.
Curling up tighter, the young man snuggled into his secret lover’s shoulder. This was as close to perfection as Patch had ever felt, and he was willing to bet he would never get much closer. Did it feel this good afterwards with a girl? Patch wasn’t sure. Maybe he should care that he’d never slept with a girl before while he was regularly sleeping with a guy... but, bugger that. Bringing his free hand up, the vain young man brushed some hair from his eyes. “You completely messed my hair up..” He noted. It wasn’t surprising, not considering Drew had said he would. Normally, Patch found anything that messed his hair up rather horrifying. Right then though, he couldn’t bring himself to care too much. Instead, lips pressed against the brunette’s shoulder, gently kissing their way up to his neck in light kisses. “Worth it though..” was mumbled in-between the kisses, smirk on his lips.
TAGGED: DREW WORD COUNT: 311 NOTES: SAPPY PATCH IS SAPPY [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by drew on Jan 10, 2012 1:08:59 GMT 10
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Drew lay on his stomach, blankets pulled up to the small of his back, with his arms folded under his head. He was trying to catch his breath, inhaling deeply and holding it for just a few seconds before letting go allowing the rise and fall of his body to slow. He didn’t turn until he felt Patch’s hands on his back. A smile tugged at his lips and he turned his face into the crook of his arm to hide it, the rest of his body turning on it’s side (arm and face eventually lifting but still attempting to hide the smile) so he could press closer. Honestly, he hated this part. Not really in the sense that he hated cuddling or that he hated how intimate it always seemed to be but rather he hated that it had to end. While it lasted it was amazing. Patch fit perfectly against him, body always hot to the touch, and he seemed more willing to be affectionate. Of course the act prior said that much but it was more touchy-feely and less humpy-humpy.
“Mm. Of course I did.” Even now as Patch kissed up his shoulder Drew dropped his arm so he could run his fingers through the other’s hair. Tilting his head, encouraging Patch to continue, he kept his hands in his hair, tugging at the longer bits and then smoothing them down again. “And of course it was. But I hope those are dead end kisses because I can’t go again right now. I’m hungry and tired and I’m not letting you go home anyway so we can go again later.” Empty promises. Drew wasn’t sure he’d follow through with that but he wanted Patch to stay. He wanted, actually really wanted, to stay like this and eat more pizza and watch a movie or something. Patch gave Drew something most other people didn’t. That attention that he craved so much? The other boy was so easily willing to give it that most of the time Drew didn’t want to let him go.
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Post by PATRICK CONNER PATTISON on Jan 10, 2012 7:36:53 GMT 10
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i can't fight this feeling I'VE FORGOTTEN WHAT I STARTED FIGHTING FOR |
[/div] Patch frowned gently, somewhat hurt by the connotations that he only kissed the other boy when he wanted it to go further. That was really not true at all. Perhaps if the accusation was that he only kissed Drew when they were alone, there would be more truth. Perhaps they were both as bad as each other though. One suggested Patch was only after sex, and the other suggested he was ashamed of Drew. He wasn’t though. At least not really. It was more that he was sort of ashamed of himself. Patch was a straight guy who just happened to like having sex with one particular guy. It was.. Well. It was weird. Other people just wouldn’t get it. Besides, he already had enough people calling him gay for other reasons. He didn’t need this relationship (if that’s even what it was) to become public knowledge and be used against him.
Still kissing lazily along Drew’s neck, Patch nuzzled in further. “Does it look like I’m ready to go again anytime soon? I just wanna kiss you..” There was a slight pout to his tone. As if he was scared the other boy would tell him no, that idle kisses weren’t allowed. Drew had promised him cuddling though, and as far as Patch was concerned, this is what cuddling involved. Snaking his arm around Drew’s middle, Patch pulled him in closer. Wanting to feel the warm body against his own fully. “You promised we’d cuddle,” he reminded the other boy, pressing a small kiss to the sensitive skin behind Drew’s ear. “I wouldn’t be against going again later though..” he spoke low in the other boy’s ear, mainly to feel the body react against his own.
TAGGED: DREW WORD COUNT: 287 NOTES: I KINDA DIG HIM THO BBY [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by drew on Jan 10, 2012 22:44:43 GMT 10
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Drew’s body tensed up as Patch spoke into his ear. The low tone and warmth the other was giving off made him tingle all over. Okay, so maybe he could go again sooner than he was letting on but he wasn’t going to let Patch know that. He wanted to keep him there not as a sex toy but because, well, maybe he just liked having the other around. He relaxed into the other’s arms, turning his head so he could catch Patrick’s lips with his own. Eyes closed and hands found their places, one still in the other boy’s hair and the other secured firmly at his hip. If Patch just wanted to kiss him he might as well do it properly. It continued like that for awhile with Drew boldly kissing Patch, his tongue exploring the depths of the other’s mouth all while waging a war with the muscle that already lived inside. He pulled back for air when he needed, expertly executing deep and proper breaths without missing a beat in kissing Patch.
When he finally pulled away he tilted his head down, resting it (and in the process planting a couple of quick kisses) against Patrick’s shoulder. Damn this just wasn’t fair. For the first time ever Drew was going about things the right way. There was no scheming or lying or manipulating. There was no attention seeking, no troublemaking. And he still couldn’t have Patch. At least not fully. Yeah, he got all the stolen moments and nights alone but the acknowledgment of whatever they were still went unannounced and as far as he knew it was probably going to stay that way. At least if Patch had any say in it. “Want some more pizza?” He finally asked, bringing his head up to look at the other, slight smile stealing over his features.
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Post by PATRICK CONNER PATTISON on Jan 16, 2012 1:55:42 GMT 10
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i can't fight this feeling I'VE FORGOTTEN WHAT I STARTED FIGHTING FOR |
[/div] There were times Patch felt so completely guilty about the way things had to be between them. Honestly, when they were sharing such a tender moment like this one, Patch felt like scum. Scum for keeping this a secret like they were doing something dirty or wrong. Nothing that made him feel so complete could be wrong. And yet.. He couldn’t be open about the relationship or his feelings. Feelings, mind you, that he hadn’t even shared with Drew. At least not properly. He just.. Wasn’t gay. He didn’t know what he was, or what the relationship made him. He just knew that he wasn’t gay and he couldn’t tell anyone about Drew without them getting the wrong idea. Not when he didn’t know what the right idea was. It wasn’t fair though, what they were doing, and Patch felt horrible for putting the other boy threw it. What choice did he have though?
Sighing slightly as Drew broke the kiss, Patch closed his eyes. Committing everything about the boy in his arms to memory. In case it was all ripped away from him- he’d always be able to remember it. Stroking Drew’s side slowly, he gave a lazy shrug. “Normally I’d be all about the pizza, but pizza means moving and right now that just seems like a dumb thing to do.” Yeah, in private, Patch was a corny sap. He may as well be quoting Justin Bieber at the other guy. It was just who Patch was though. He was like an excitable puppy who peed himself in excitement when their owner came home. He was a handful, but an affectionate, lovable handful at least.
TAGGED: DREW WORD COUNT: idk shh NOTES: peed in excitement [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by drew on Jan 16, 2012 13:26:19 GMT 10
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Drew didn’t allow himself to be held for very long. In fact as soon as Patch said no to the pizza offered he was pushing against the other boy, forcing him over and onto his back. Of course he came with, straddling the other’s body. The blankets tangled around him, half on and half off but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead he bent, hands on either side of Patch’s face, and pushed his mouth against the other’s instead. Fine, if Patch didn’t want to eat that was okay but Drew was done just laying around thinking about how he couldn’t have the other the way he really wanted him. His kiss didn’t last too long and eventually made it’s way down from his lips to his chest. He kissed every spot he could reach until he decided against going further and rolled over again until he was off of Patch and instead on his back. Stretching over the edge of the bed he reached down, stretching until his fingers came in contact with the remote.
By the time Drew made it back up into the bed the television was on. He rested back into the pillows and made a grab for the blankets, pulling them up to his chest to make himself comfortable. Drew consumed television. When he wasn’t out making trouble for himself or stealing moments from Patch he was most often in his room devouring any kind of television he could get his hands on. And Patch, if he was really there for the cuddling like he said, would just have to deal with it. He wasn’t going to lay around and pretend he wasn’t bored (not that Patrick was boring, but post-coital cuddling did get a bit dull after one fully came down off that sex high) and he was out of things to talk about.
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Post by PATRICK CONNER PATTISON on Jan 16, 2012 17:34:56 GMT 10
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i can't fight this feeling I'VE FORGOTTEN WHAT I STARTED FIGHTING FOR |
[/div] Patch made no complaint when the other boy pushed him back into the mattress. Why would he with the way Drew was following him down and straddling his body. No one would complain with the likes of Drew hovering over them. If they did complain... well they were just freaking nuts. Responding to the kiss with probably a little more gusto than required, Patch allowed himself to be swept up in the kissing. Patch always seemed to get rather caught up in the kissing. His hands were always really active, too. Like right then for instance. One hand was groping the flesh of the other boy’s thigh while the other was tugging at Drew’s hair. Neither stopping or slowing for even a moment. He was never one to be a passive kisser, and always had to be doing something.
A long whimper passed his lips as the kisses trailed down. If the boy carried on like he was, Patch would demand a lot more than kissing. His body was reacting in the normal way you’d expect it to given the situation. Much to Patch’s dismay though, the kissing stopped and next thing he knew the other boy was rolling off him and reaching down onto the floor for something. Patch whined again, but this time for a completely different reason. Sitting up, he pouted as he watched the other boy’s actions. Just like that Drew was done? How was that even fair? Patch groaned when the other boy flicked on the tv. Boring. Huffing a little, the blonde pulled the pout back to his lips. “Can’t we like, play a video game or something? Just watching tv is so boring. C’mon, please?”
TAGGED: DREW WORD COUNT: idk shh NOTES: i hate your person <3 [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center][/blockquote][/size] |
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