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After Stevie and Jake left the apartment and he and David had cleared the air, Patrick sat on Stevie’s bed, feet firmly planted on the ground, watching David intently. “Him”. A man. It had been his own idea to keep his distance. David had respectfully obliged. He seemed like he was willing to give him time and space, follow his rules, meet his needs. He had been on his best behavior all evening, apologetic about the whole Stevie and Jake situation, sexy but not pushy, nice even.
Patrick had never seen a man naked in front of him touching himself. He presented this idea to David with feigned confidence and David chose to play along. This was an idea born from sheer panic after things started to heat up and David’s body pressed closer, his crotch hardening against him during their kiss by the bed, Patrick pulled away.
“Why don’t you go over there so I can see you”, he had whispered in David’s ear. He thought he was being sexy. David had nodded, a sweet smile across his face and he had graciously walked away.
But it was awkward now. He did not have enough time to really think this through and in his mind he would have been rock hard, stroking his cock mercilessly as David would be panting over his own orgasm building in his hand. In his mind, they’d want to touch each other so bad, but they couldn’t because those were the rules, and it felt so good and so bad at the same time. He had watched too much porn in anticipation of this evening, and it was showing.
In reality, David was leaning against Stevie’s fridge, fully clothed in his black pants and black and white sweater, staring at him with his hand softly rubbing the front of his own pants. And Patrick wasn’t rock hard. He wasn’t even hard at all.
That was far from how David had imagined their first night together. First, he had had to explain himself a great length about Jake. Then Patrick had pulled away from him when he was just starting to get in the mood and now he had to put on a show he wasn’t really comfortable with, but he couldn’t possibly allow Patrick to notice his apprehension. David was far more experienced than Patrick, and tonight was about what Patrick wanted and needed, and not about him. Or was it? It had to be about him a little bit at least. And this, he thought, wasn’t about him at all. He wasn’t sure it was about Patrick either, to be honest. He looked like a frightened deer caught in the headlights, his breathing erratic. David swore he could hear his heartbeat racing from where he stood.
Since Stevie had offered them her place earlier this morning, they both had been very giddy at the store. David had been delighted that Patrick was the one to insist they take on Stevie’s offer. There had never been so much kissing, touching, hands venturing under shirts, in-between customers. And as the day went on, the anticipation grew. After their first morning client checked out, they stood there, staring at each other for a long minute, six feet apart. Then, Patrick stepped forward, took David’s hands in his, and kissed him shyly on the lips as David patted his shoulders with wide smile. This had been their usual dynamic since David first kissed him in Patrick’s car. It was still very fresh and very new, Patrick was hesitant about everything besides kissing and David knew he had to respect that. But today, it felt as though their relationship took another step forward each time they found themselves alone in the store, and after the twelfth and final client of the day left, David flipped the 'Closed' sign on the door, rushed behind the counter, and pressed his lips to Patrick’s in a hungry kiss. For the first time ever, Patrick felt David’s erection against his body. This was unusual, and it was all because they both knew tonight would be special. David didn’t do too much, he refrained from grinding or pushing himself to hard against him, but Patrick didn’t jump or push him away, so it made him feel like he was finally ready to take their relationship to the next level. Patrick seemed to take pleasure in what David was doing, his breathing got louder against David’s mouth and David, one hand patting his heart swiftly with the tip of his fingers, could feel the beat speeding up.
Although at that moment Patrick knew David couldn’t possibly go further, tonight was different. Tonight he might. This was a lot of pressure for Patrick. In Stevie’s apartment, they went back to square one, and David had to do something about it or this whole night would be a waste.
The first night they spent together was not going to be the story of a failed erection followed by eight hours of awkwardness. None of that, David thought.
“Mm-kay”, David tilted his head back, forcefully squinting, jaw and fists clenched tight, summoning courage from a God he didn’t believe in. He removed his hands from his groin, raised them in front of his chest, fists half-closed, elbows bent, a natural and self-soothing posture for him. He was going to do the opposite of what Patrick had requested, but it was for the greater good. David walked slowly towards him, seemingly relaxed, smiling, hands in the air. Patrick wasn’t relaxed or smiling and his fists were planted in Stevie’s mattress, frozen. He should have been turned on. He was terrified. He gulped. If he was honest with himself, David’s erection took him by surprise this time. He knew that he had this effect on David, it happened when their kissing intensified sometimes in the back of the store. He noticed it earlier, when he leaned over him to apply David’s eye-cream. But the kiss they exchanged by Stevie’s best was chaste and soft and he wasn’t expecting David to be this turned on by it. He assumed David had been holding back far longer than what he was used to, for his sake, and it scared him. David had been very careful to not push his body against him this past few weeks, except for earlier tonight at the store, and again, here, in Stevie’s bedroom, which was fine. It was supposed to be fine. The entire goal of tonight was for that to be fine, and more.
Patrick stood up at the sight of David walking towards him, which surprised both of them and David let a gleeful high-pitched “Oh!” escape his mouth. He shook his head. His mouth twisted to the side in a gentle and shy smile when he cupped Patrick’s face in his hands. The cold tingle of David’s silver rings on Patrick’s skin made him shiver. He had not realized he had been sweating until now. David kissed his cheek with the side of his mouth.
“Breathe”, he whispered in Patrick’s ear. “It’s just me, I don’t bite.” He bit Patrick’s earlobe. “Except if you want me to”, he continued, whispering. “Breathe.”
Patrick did as told. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, exhaled forcefully. His body started to relax under David’s touch, but his mind was still racing. How far does David want to go? How far is HE ready to go? Should he have prepared more for this? Bring supplies? Lube? Condoms? Is he expected to talk dirty? Who’s gonna do what to whom? He took another long breath as he felt David’s mouth on him and his hands massaging his shoulders.
“Why don’t you take that off”, David offered, breaking the kiss and tracing the V-shaped collar of his blue sweater with his thumb. “Because as much as light blue looks good on you, sweat stains will ruin cashmere.”
“This isn’t cashmere, David…”
“…I know”, he whispered and grimaced playfully while helping Patrick out of his sweater.
“It is very hot in here,” Patrick replied, now only wearing a white t-shirt.
“Mmh-mmh…” David’s head tilted back again, leaning on Patrick’s shoulders for balance. His eyes rolled and closed, another silent prayer. “Maybe you should take that off too, then.” He whispered, bringing his head back down, just above Patrick’s. David lifted his t-shirt and Patrick didn’t stop him so as soon as it was off and on the floor, he ran a finger up from Patrick’s navel to his Adam’s apple, gathering sweat on the tip of his finger and leaving a trail of goosebumps on Patrick’s skin, his nipples visibly hardening. This, so far, was the most intimate they’d ever been with each other. David held back from licking his finger. He knew he’d have to hold back a lot tonight, and hoped he would not get carried away.
And just like that, Patrick kissed him. It was the second kiss Patrick initiated tonight, finally he was relaxing, David thought. Good. Now what? David wasn’t used to take charge in moments like this. He didn’t particularly enjoy it. He liked to be manhandled and pushed around and bent over. All three at the same time as much as possible. But this was different. It had to be different and he had to take control without manhandling him or pushing him around or god forbid, bending him over. He had to be gentle, sweet. He had to be SLOW. This was a request. He could do slow. He had never done slow. Even his first time with Tilda Swinton twenty years ago wasn’t slow. It wasn’t good either. So he’d make it slow and good for Patrick because he cared and because Patrick was worth it.
“Maybe you could level up with me”, Patrick said, with pretend-confidence that wasn’t fooling anyone. His hands were on David’s back, rubbing his black and white cashmere sweater and he had just asked him to take it out, both because he didn’t feel comfortable being more exposed than David, but also because he had fantasized about his torso a lot.
“Yes!”, he cleared his voice after that syllable escaped a little louder, with a higher pitch than intended. “Yes.” He said again, lower.
David’s chest was everything Patrick had imagined and more. When he was driving home after a long day at the store, his mind tend to wander and he made up several versions of David’s bare upper body. So when his gaze landed on David’s pink nipples poking through a forest of dark curly hair, he remembered when had wondered if David had his nipples pierced. He did not. But it made him smile. Staring at the curves of a hairy man’s torso for the first time started to turn him on. Finally, Patrick thought.
“How are we feeling?” David asked, noticing Patrick’s eyes lingering on him. David’s hands were resting gently on Patrick’s bare shoulders and he started patting them, hoping it would soothe his brain.
“Better,“ Patrick lifted his head to meet David’s eyes. They were dark. Darker than usual and wide open. There was lust in them. Lust, and anticipation, and… Fear? Anxiety? He wanted Patrick to feel good, Patrick knew that and it had to be stressful for him. “Thank you, David.“ Patrick whispered.
“Care to join me on this magnificent king-size bed topped with these handmade 600 thread counts satin beddings?” David joked. Stevie’s bed looked smaller than a Queen-size, it had unmatching couch-cushions on top of blue-ish plaid sheets. David had felt physically attacked by Stevie’s lack of taste many times, this was just one more. He wished they had been at the Ritz in Paris, in two thousand dollars bed sheets but realistically, he was just hopping Stevie washed and changed he sheets before they arrived. He also wished he would have to wash and change the sheets after they departed tomorrow but let’s not get carried away.
“How can I say no to that?” Patrick answered. He was feeling much better than he did five minutes ago. He felt bad that he’d thought masturbating in front of each other was going to be sexy. It probably would be, in a few weeks, when they’d be more casual about sex, and more comfortable with each other’s naked bodies, but not tonight.
David was taller than him, and his frame was larger. Aside from a few family members, this was the first time he was lying in bed with another male. Definitely not a king size, Patrick thought. He felt a bit crowded, he didn’t mind and he noticed David’s feet hanging past the end of the mattress because he wanted their head to be at the same level. It made him smile but when his eyes went back up along David’s legs and thighs, he noticed the bulge in his pants again. He had forgotten about it for a minute, that David had been hardening from the moment they started kissing on the bed, and it had not died down. Why would it? They were half naked now, side by side, and he was touching his chest. Oh! He was touching his chest. He had not realized that either. His fingers were drawing circles in his dark hair, absently, and It made him want to palm his bulge too. This is good, he was supposed to want that, he thought.
“Sorry, I think I freaked earlier”, Patrick apologized, but his eyes were still staring at David’s crotch and it made David chuckle.
“I know, it’s impressive and scary when you’re not used to it.” That was risky, David knew it but really, it was just a dick and David had seen thousands of them and they’re really not that serious. He wanted to lift up the mood. He also wanted for Patrick to not be nervous of this part of his body because this would sure be a problem. Patrick looked at him and he was smiling, so that didn’t land too bad, David thought.
“How much do you want to get rid of these pants?” Patrick joked back. There was curiosity, apprehension and a hint of arousal in his voice. He was getting bolder, more seductive, and he wanted David to take off his pants first, so he wouldn’t have to.
David, indeed, was feeling very, very tight. This had been a poor choice of clothing for a night like this and he regretted it the second he stepped out of the motel earlier that day. He had thought about everything else, he brought all they could need in his overnight-bag, he had showered intensely, thoroughly, inside and out, not that he was expecting anything inside of him but he wanted to be prepared for it anyway, but he had not thought about how tight his jeans were and how long Patrick was going to take before freeing him for them. Where are sweatpants when you need them the most?
“I’d like that very much. Yes! Mh-mh.” David’s eyes squinted, he pursed his lips, and took Patrick at his words. He lied on his back, and to his surprised, Patrick followed, now straddling him, his knees anchored into the mattress on either side of him, his waist up. Definitely more confident, he was overcoming his fears and battling his thoughts, but he was still making sure there was no friction between them. It made it harder for David to take his pants and socks off but he managed. He wished he had been able to take better care of his clothes, his pants and sweater were scattered all over Stevie’s floor, but he cared more about making Patrick feel good than about his clothes. This was a step forward.
Maybe it was intentional, maybe it wasn’t, we’ll never know, but he was wearing white boxers and the fabric was very light and they were kind of see-through and it was absolutely intentional. Normally, his underwear would match the color of his pants, which tonight were black. He owned very few white pants and very few white underwear but he had been told recently that these ones were “shaping his cock exquisitely” and that was one of Jake’s rare compliment that stuck in his brain. So in a vain moment at the motel, these were the ones he picked. Considering Patrick had pulled away earlier when he slightly felt his clothed crotch hardening, he realized now that he was erect, his dick bending sideways in his boxers, that it had been another poor choice of clothing.
David wiggled out of his jeans, with Patrick on top of him, half of his body-weight rested on his hands planted firmly on David’s torso, and the other half was supported by his knees, buried deep into the mattress. Their bodies weren’t touching, except for his hands on David, and his eyes weren’t ready to wander down just yet so he anchored his gaze to David’s, but peripheral vision is a bitch. David was wearing white boxers and his cock was poking through. He sensed it, he kind of saw it too. His underwear were bright compared to his Mediterranean complexion and he might look so good in them, so hot, if only he could allow himself to look down a little. Breathe, he remembered. David’s hands were on his hips. David’s hands had been very polite so far. Chaste. But now they were on his hips. Even if he wasn’t applying pressure to make him sit on him, his intentions were clear. David’s hands are on my hips. His warm strong hands on his bare skin. And his cock was right there, hard, right beneath him. David’s grip tightened on his body and he shivered, his nipples hardened.
Suddenly, he was missing the contact of David’s lips on his. It felt like they had not kissed for ages but if he leaned in on top of him, his groin would be pressed against David’s shaft and he was unsure of how his own body would respond.
He courageously leaned down. His crotch was against David’s now, and a surge of electricity traveled from his head, throughout his body and reached the tip of his dick. Their kissing grew hungrier with each passing second, and Patrick’s cock grew harder against David’s. His jeans were thick, he wondered if David could feel him. If he did, he was doing a great job at not acknowledging it, as static as he was beneath him.
Whatever you do, do not thrust.
But he’s hard, I feel it. And his tongue’s in my throat and he’s breathing hard and I’m so fucking hard!
Do not fucking thrust.
A battle between good and evil was raging inside David’s brain, or what was left of it. The friction of Patrick’s denim on his still lightly clothed dick felt so good. He needed more of it, more friction, more weight on him, so he twisted his hips and shifted his position slightly.
Do not fucking thrust.
He wasn’t going to, but he had been moaning in Patrick’s mouth now so he felt as though they’d crossed into new territory. His hands who had been very well behaved so far were now scratching his back and getting dangerously close to Patrick’s belt. Patrick must have felt it because he released the pillow he had been holding under David’s head and grabbed both of David’s arms behind his back, pinning them above David’s head. Patrick had to put more weight on David as he did so, and his groin pressed harder on David’s cock while his chest sunk them both deeper into the mattress. David let out a raspy moan at the sensation, and his head titled back.
Do not fucking thrust!
Patrick eventually caught his balance again and intertwined their hands against the headboard, Patrick’s mouth leaving David’s to land on the side of his neck, biting his skin softly.
Less than twenty minutes ago, he had jumped at the sensation of another man’s erection against him. Now he was straddling him, his lips on his neck, his dick hard in his jeans. That’s arousal for you. That’s David Rose for you.
Do not fucking…
Oh fuck!
Patrick thrusted downwards, rolled his pelvis, and bit David’s neck harder. If they had been both naked and Patrick slightly lower, his dick could have slid in his ass in one full motion. This was definitely how Patrick fucked, this was his move, and David couldn’t wait for the real thing.
You can thrust now.
Patrick did it again. The thick fabric of his jeans rubbing hard against his overly sensitive cock. He was moving sideways now, like he wanted to feel the David’s whole length.
“Oh fuck!” David cried out. His eyes squinted shut, his head tilted further back and he bit his lips. He didn’t think this was something he’d feel tonight but this was too much. He would not be able to hold back for very long if Patrick kept doing that, and he did not want to come in his boxers, with Patrick still in these denim that made his ass look so good. He would not allow it to happen.
“I need a sec”, he breathed in Patrick’s ear.
“Am I going too fast for you, David?”
The audacity! So much boldness in this man, all of a sudden…
David remained out of breath but he managed to articulate: “How much do you want to get rid of THESE jeans?”
Patrick was hard now, and he did feel very tight in denims. That wasn’t the first time he’d had an erection in jeans, it had been happening regularly at the store these past few weeks, he somehow got used to it. He thought after all the dry humping, they had been far enough already for him to feel comfortable in his underwear. Plus, his natural confidence had built back up as he was feeling more and more turned on. He smiled at David’s tease and silently stepped off of him to lay on his back, next to him, and took his pants off. He had not looked at David’s lower body before, he just realized. He had thrusted his hips against him, felt the shape of it, but he had not taken a good look at this part of his body yet. He was looking now. His boxers left absolutely nothing to the imagination, especially now that they were slightly wet with precum, and he had not thought about another man’s precum before. He wondered what it tasted like. David’s cock was bent sideways, right under the elastic band. If he just lifted it an inch, his dick would come out, he thought. He wanted to do that. He also wanted to free himself from his jeans, so he did that instead. David wiggled, and helped him take them out all the way down, along with his white socks. In a split second, David was on top of him, sucking on his neck, grinding his dick against Patrick’s.
After what Patrick just did, David assumed this would still qualify as “slow”. He really had no idea anymore what “slow” meant but he really needed friction. They were still wearing clothes. Dry-humping had to be “slow”. David was rubbing himself hard and fast, his head resting against Patrick’s neck, biting his skin hard and soothing it with his tongue. If Patrick would allow him one day, this was going to be the rhythm he would fuck him and soon it wasn’t about humping anymore. His hips were moving up and down, in and out, faster, harder. He was fucking him.
“David…” Patrick whispered.
“Sorry! Too much? Too fast?” David asked, genuinely concerned and froze. This was not “slow”. The intensity had grown quickly, too quickly perhaps. David had a hard time calibrating. He was torn between his arousal and the fact that he had been holding back from physical contact for weeks, and wanting to give Patrick time and take this slow, whatever that meant to him.
Patrick thought about it. Actually thought about it. Was it too much? But David had stopped and he missed the pressure of his body on him. So no, it wasn’t too much and it was just the right pace for him. For them.
“Don’t stop.” He finally said, and captured his lips with his mouth.
He didn’t have to tell David twice. Patrick lied there in black Hugo Boss boxers, a looser fit than David’s own preference—something Patrick clearly found comfortable. Patrick’s dick was shorter than his, he could feel it. If he had been a betting man, he would have put his money on 5.2. But God, his girth! This was going to hurt him in all the right places, David thought. David kept fucking him, pounding against his dick and his thrusts were more powerful and erratic now.
Having David on top of him felt like everything he had fantasized about. They were still clothed and it already felt much better than anything he had ever known. Heterosexual relationships were a distant memory now. He wondered if they ever really existed. Nothing he had experience could compare to what he was feeling now. He wasn’t close. He wouldn’t allow himself to be, just yet, but judging by the sounds coming from David’s mouth and the look on his face, he knew HE was.
“Maybe we should… take a second, no?” Patrick offered.
“Yeah. Mh-mh.” David agreed, breathless. Patrick had allowed him to get carried away and close to climax but that didn’t feel like something either of them truly wanted. He stopped his motion, it was painful and he missed the sensation of their groins rubbing against each other. He decided that laying down on his side next to Patrick was a safest choice. Basking in delayed orgasm was his destiny tonight. He was fine with it.
“Are you okay? Is that good for you?” David asked, his jaw clenched, teeth gritting at the thought of Patrick saying anything even remotely negative.
“It’s better than that.”
David cupped his own face with both his hands, and let out a loud sigh of relief, the kind you’d hear after a long day of hard manual labor, not that David would know anything about that. It was enough to make Patrick smile.
“I thought about how it would be, a lot,“ Patrick continued. “Our first night, you know. It’s perfect. You’re perfect, David.” He put his hands over David’s on his face and kissed his lips, lightly, waiting for David to smile against him, like he usually did. But he didn’t, so he pulled away to look at him. His eyes were watery.
“I’m not going to cry on our first night together. Nope. That’s not something that’s happening. So…” David cleared his voice.
“It’s just that…”
Ah fuck! Here it was. David knew he shouldn’t have asked. Don’t ask for feedback if you can’t take it, his mom always said.
“… I’m ready for more”, Patrick continued. He didn’t know what that meant exactly, he just felt like saying it because it was true. What was he ready for exactly? That, he had no idea.
“Oh!” David said, high-pitched, relieved, intrigued, impatient. “More? I can do more.”
He thought the dry-fucking may have been a tad much, but apparently he was wrong. He, also, had been thinking a lot about how tonight would unfold and nothing was happening like he imagined so he kind of went with the motion, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t go back to what he had in mind. Having Patrick’s cock in his hand was definitely a part of it. That would be “more”. In his book, that would also be slow.
“Any request in particular?” he asked, just in case, but Patrick looked taken aback, obviously he had not thought this through and it was fine, he didn’t have to. Message received.
“Mh-kay. Well first of all, let me take a second to acknowledge how fucking hot you look right now. I don’t think I told you that before.”
“I kind of pieced that together, yeah.” Patrick joked confidently looking at David’s groin. “You’re not too bad yourself.” Not too bad yourself? Is that what just came out of his mouth? David was absolutely gorgeous! He was the hottest man he had ever met. He was tall, large, manly and flamboyant at the same time. He was confusing, eccentric, charming, he was funny, he was perfect. He was driving him crazy in so many ways, and maybe one day he’d muster up the courage to say all these things at loud.
“Well, thank you.” David patted Patrick’s chest with the tip of his fingers. “And also,“ David continued, not wanting to get sidetracked, pausing between every word because he was choosing them very, very carefully now. “I. Have. Been. Very. Eager. To. See. What’s down there.” He punctuated each word with a tap of his fingers on Patrick, and ended his sentence pointing towards Patrick’s underwear.
He said it with the same enthusiasm he’d use to describe a box of new products he couldn’t wait to sample at the store, and Patrick loved everything about it. It made the whole thing feel less heavy, more fun. Sex was supposed to be fun, he knew that, but it never had been for him. Probably because no one had ever cracked a dick joke in the middle of it. Another first. It would have been so weird with anyone else, but David’s grin was making everything easier, lighter. Patrick chuckled, David wanted to sample his dick and he was going to let him.
“Have you?” Patrick teased. “Well I can…” He stuttered, his thumbs sliding behind the elastic band of his black boxers. The mood was light and Patrick wanted to go with it but this wasn’t a light thing to do. It meant something. He was going to reveal himself completely to another man. There was no going back from that. And even though this entire night had been uncharted territories, this was definitely a crossroad, one where he couldn’t tell if the light was green or red.
“Oh!” David tilted his head back, his hands flying off Patrick’s chest, lightly resting in the air in front of him, self-soothing. “Okay. Easy there.”
The atmosphere had shifted and having Patrick expose himself out of the blue would feel awkward. They had to go back to a certain flow and David knew he’d be good at taking them there again. He kissed his lips, placed a soft hand on Patrick’s stomach, then wrapped his fingers around his hips with a firm grip. His tongue traced the shape of his mouth and travelled down his neck to his chest, and he captured his nipple between his lips. David was sucking now, playing with his tongue on Patrick’s hardening nipple and Patrick moaned, softly. It was the first time he heard him moan and this was the only music he ever wanted to listen to. And Mariah. Possibly both at the same time, please.
Patrick’s dick twitched. He had sucked nipples before. No one had ever done that to him, though. How come no one has ever done that to me?
“Oh fuck, David,“ he let out and his dick twitched again in his underwear. He had to shift his pelvis a little, adjust his position, he didn’t think he could get any harder. He was wrong. Apparently, he also had never been hard in his life before, then. Not like that. For the first time tonight, he felt like he would be able to finish. How did that happen? Two seconds ago, David was making dick jokes and now he was pulling on his nipple with his tongue and that was sending shiver throughout his body. He needed to touch himself, really, he needed David to touch him. Someone had to take the edge off. He moved his hand down to his groin and David stopped sucking.
“Let me…” David whispered and Patrick closed his eyes, moving his hand in David’s hair instead, pulling his head down slightly so he would get back to work on his nipple. David’s hand travelled its way down Patrick’s stomach, and finally reached South, palming him over the fabric of his boxers.
Finally feeling David’s hand on him made Patrick thrust up against his hand, he was silently asking for more pressure, he needed a hard grip and fast strokes and David was denying him that for now so he thrusted up again. He moaned louder than he thought he was capable of. His eyes were closed and his grip was tightening on David’s hair, his other hand pressed his fingernails into his back. This would leave marks for a few days; he’d remember to check often, hoping to leave new ones as the old ones would start to fade.
David figured Patrick was thick and his hand on him just confirmed it. He was sucking on his nipple because he had to suck on something since engulfing Patrick’s cock down his throat would not qualify as “slow”. Right?
“Good?” David asked, letting go of Patrick’s nipple to look at him. He was flustered. His eyes had darkened and David could tell Patrick wanted more. No. Patrick needed more.
“Yeah, David,” he sighed and his hand was now the skin of David’s shoulder blades, pulling him closer to him, wanting him on top of him again.
David was still on his side, one hand on the mattress for balance, one on Patrick. He rubbed his palm down his upper thigh, his eyes locked with Patrick’s. He dragged his fingernails back up his thigh, and finally he reached inside the edge of the leg of his underwear. Patrick’s dick was in his hand. Patrick’s dick was hard, large, wet, throbbing in his hand and he couldn’t bring himself to believing it, but here they were.
The elastic band of his black boxers still lay flat on his stomach, hiding what David was doing to him, but he didn’t have to look. He felt all of it. The back of his David’s hand rubbed against his groin as he was stroking gently and Patrick whimpered when his wrist twisted, pulling him sideways to get firmer grip.
David brought lube. He should go get the lube in his bag, in the kitchen. It was not far. Would Stevie have lube in her drawer? It was closer. Probably. Hers would smell like flower or some shit, he thought. He didn’t want to smell something girly. He didn’t want Patrick to smell something girly. He didn’t want to let go of him.
He straddled him, Patrick’s hand moved on his ass gave him a hard squeeze of approval. That was exactly what he wanted. He wanted him on top of him and now that he was, he pulled Patrick’s underwear down to reveal his cock entirely. Since Patrick didn’t lift his pelvis, David tucked his boxer under his balls, cupped them and grabbed his cock again. Patrick groaned feeling his testicles resting on his cold silver rings, his head tilted back, his eyes rolled as the pleasure grew.
David could see Patrick’s Adam’s apple move up and down with each moan and gasp. He wondered what being inside Patrick’s throat would feel like.
If there was one sound David loved, it was one of wet hand-job, but this wasn’t it. Another sound David loved, besides Patrick whimpers which had just become his new favorite, was the sound of a hard cock slapping against a muscular stomach.
He used his thumb to bring Patrick’s cock down, curving his underwear, and he gave it a heavy push so it would slap flat against his belly. Patrick gasped. Again. He mouthed a quiet “fuck!”. One more time. David didn’t want to test Patrick’s boundaries. Except David really wanted to test Patrick’s boundaries. He tightened his grip around him, presented the palm of his ringed hand towards Patrick’s shaft and slapped his tip against his palm, slow at first, harder then, until it made a sound loud enough to get a reaction from Patrick.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” Patrick let out, locking eyes with David for a second then looking down to his own dick banging against David’s palm.
Patrick’s boundaries were nowhere in sight. David was playing with his dick. Point of no-return. Crossroad crossed.
He had played with himself like that before, he never had anyone else but him slap his dick though, and jolt of electricity shot through his body when David grabbed and squeezed him.
David should ask Patrick to fumble in Stevie’s drawer. He was closer to it. He didn’t care about flowery smelling lube anymore, he just felt like this was required because Patrick deserved the best hand-job of his life. He didn’t want Patrick to lose his focus though, he didn’t want to let go of him, and his cock was so hard and so beautiful and it was taking everything he had in his power and more to not taste it, to keep it away from his ass and then he forgot about “slow” for just a second. He forgot about “first time” and “not experienced”. He already had done more than he imagined anyway, he dry-fucked him, he spanked his cock. Surely, he’d be allowed to spit on it from above. It landed perfectly on his tip, he was proud of his aim, but Patrick watched all of it, and David froze.
“Don’t fucking stop, David!” He cried out.
Spitting was allowed. God, that opens some doors. He could stroke harder now, it felt much better, wetter and he was going to make him come the cum of his life. He didn’t think about his own dick that was now halfway out of his underwear because it had moved on its own, or maybe he unconsciously adjusted himself because he had to, he wasn’t really sure. But Patrick must have seen it because he thrusted his hips up, seemingly looking for friction.
Frotting is not “slow”. But maybe this was what Patrick wanted. Maybe, just maybe, he was ready for more “more”. If they were on the same page, he’d pull his own boxers down and stroke both of their dicks together in his hand, in a perfect world they’d both come from that, in unison.
“What do you want? Tell me what you want, Patrick”, David asked breathlessly.
“I’m so close, David.” David knew it. He could feel it.
“What do you need?”
“Oh fuck me, David!”
“Yeah?” He breathed.
“Yeah. Fuck me, fuck me for real, David!” Patrick’s knees bent up behind David. His hips lifted up beneath him.
Fuck me for real? Was Patrick saying what he thought he was? Because what David really heard was “Fuck my ass, David”, and that, well that was not happening tonight.
Fuck me for real? Was that what Patrick expected from him?
If his position had not changed, seemingly offering his ass to him now, he would have taken it for mindless dirty talk on the verge of a strong orgasm, but that sounded more like a very thought-out request and he didn’t know what to make of it. This was not the way David envisioned their sex life would go. Never in his life had he made a mistake guessing what his partners would be into. It took him two days and one sentence to figure out which way Patrick would be if he were into men: “Oh, I’m gonna get the money, David.” He had closed his eyes for a second at that moment, having to fend off the picture of sweaty, naked Patrick bending him over the counter and pounding into him raw and hard. Later on that evening, as Patrick was helping him around the store, he realized this wasn’t just about sex. Patrick’s statement made David feel like someone was actually going to take care of him, in every sense. He felt like he was in good hands, like he could finally lean on someone’s shoulder and rest.
As he got to know Patrick on a deeper level, after their first kiss, he sensed he was the kind of man he’d had to sweet talk into going the other way, maybe one day, after a few drinks and they’d had been together for a while. Patrick was dominant by nature, he was bossy, assertive, organized. He needed to be in control of everything all the time. He was also comforting, almost nurturing. Sometimes, he found David to be unprofessional, late, distracted, inappropriate, over the top, and he corrected him, always. He was hoping that one day, he’d know him well enough to confess what that did to him. How it made his ass ache for his dick. How HE wanted Patrick to “fuck him for real”. Not tonight though. Well, maybe tonight. But not the other way around. It felt very off-brand for Patrick to ask him that in a moment like this, but he would happily do it, if this was what his partner truly wanted.
Should he go grab a condom? And definitely some lube! Did Patrick prepare for this? Did he douche at least? Does Patrick know about douching? His dick was still not fully out of his boxers. Wait. No. That’s not the plan at all. He stopped stroking him. He had to. His hands went up to cup his own face, He could smell Patrick’s arousal on him.
“Is that what you want?” he asked. He tried to sound as seductive as possible, and not as frightened as he really was. He didn’t do a very good job.
“I mean, I don’t know. Sorry , I just… Sorry.” Patrick looked mortified. He didn’t want to say it like that, it definitely slipped out of his mouth and even though it was something he had thought about, a lot, this would be categorized as “too much” and definitely not “slow”. He let his fantasies take over in a moment of weakness. He was wrong about the crossroad before. This. This was the point of no-return, it seemed.
“Not tonight, no, I just…”
“Not tonight?” David interjected with a higher-pitch than he would have wanted, loud emphasis on each vowel, shaking his hands dramatically along his sides. He had to know. It was not sexy, it didn’t look hot, and it definitely killed the mood but he had to know. If things were taking a different direction than what he had imagined, he had to know. “So not tonight, but some other night?”
“I think about it, yeah. I mean… I’ve been thinking about it. About how it would feel...”
How it would feel. This sounded like someone who was trying to find himself and wanted to experience all the aspects of his new sexuality. David had been there, except this was definitely his thing and he didn’t think it would be Patrick’s but there was nothing wrong with wanting to try. According to David’s experience, this was going to happen once, if ever, and then he was going to reveal himself as the hard-working, rough top David thought he was born to be. Then, David would spend the rest of his life trying to convince him to try again.
The rest of his life, he thought.
“Mh-kay. Deep breath” David lied down, next to him, on his side once again, one hand on Patrick’s cheek. He inhaled deeply and gestured towards Patrick to do the same. They both exhaled in unison. There was a pattern now. Patrick freaked about something, David had to lighten the mood, he would bring them back to horniness and hunger and lust. Again, weighting every word, pausing between them: “What if… We put a pin on that for now? … And go back to more… less intense activities?”
“Less intense?” Patrick teased. He seemed to have relaxed. Mood successfully lightened, David thought.
“Hand stuff?” David said, dragging his hand back down, where it belonged, brushing his balls. That made Patrick gasp but he didn’t answer right away and David was not going to let this slide. “Mouth stuff?” He added, playfully.
“That sounds good, David. I’m so sorry I…”
“Hum hum” David mouthed, kissing him, smiling against his mouth, to make him stop talking. He had said enough. He got the message. Patrick wants to be fucked for real, and he will be. David was not difficult. He would accommodate. But if he was a betting man, his money would not be on Bottom-Brewer.
Easing back into a close-to-orgasm-mood was not simple but Patrick was still very much erect, so was David, and it seemed like the right moment to remove Patrick’s underwear completely. It was also the perfect time to finally grab that lube.
“Don’t move”, David said and stood up, readjusting himself inside his boxers because he thought walking around with a half-showing cock would look ridiculous. He moved quickly towards his bag, and grabbed the transparent bottle of lube.
“Someone came prepared,” Patrick teased. Of course he did. Because he was perfect and even when Patrick thought he messed up so bad that David was going to run away, he did no such thing. Instead he was going to make him feel good and Patrick was not going to mess this up again because he had been so close and he wanted to feel that again. He was ready to get back to it the second David would come back to bed. He couldn’t see the tip of his cock out of his underwear anymore, he missed it. But he was fully naked now, entirely exposed to David.
He climbed onto the bed and his hand caressed Patrick’s length, from his balls to the head, the same way Patrick caressed David’s back at the store when he passed by him. It felt familiar, easy, normal. It felt amazing, and his mouth was against his now, and his weight was sinking them both into the mattress and that was all Patrick needed to forget about everything else. Nothing else mattered. Not what he said, not the store, not where they were. They were together, alone, finally and this was going to be good. David was going to make him feel really good.
He lifted himself back up on top of Patrick and poured a few drops of lube in his palm. It smelt like candy and fresh towels. It smelt edible. Maybe it was. Patrick’s brain shut down, half voluntarily, and half because David’s lubed hand started stroking him, while his other hand was resting on his chest, cold ring flat and heavy against his nipple. There was something different though, a new sensation, not just the lube. David was rubbing against himself, palming the front of Patrick’s dick, the back of it pushing against David’s underwear and this was absolutely electrifying. The sight of it, the friction, the smell of arousal mixed with lube, and his slippery cock wetting David’s white underwear more and more with each stroke. David brought him back right where he was before his misstep, fast forgotten, it was a super-power. It was experience, really, because nothing he had done tonight was a first for him, but Patrick wasn’t bothered by it, he was thankful for it. The lube had made David’s boxer completely see-though now.
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”, Patrick managed to articulate. He meant it.
That sent shivers down David’s spine and yet, he was going to stop because since Patrick seemed ready for more “more”, David’s plan had changed and his hunger had grown.
“Bend your knees.” David realized how that sounded considering what had just happened, but this was not what it sounded like, he just needed more room, and Patrick executed without asking questions, his eyes shut. He trusted him. Another shiver. David spread Patrick’s legs so he could kneel between them. Without letting go of his cock, he bent down and brought his mouth on Patrick’s nipple and he sucked him in. Loud moan.
David had a strong grip around Patrick, he felt all of him against his own chest. The position made it harder for him to move his hand but he didn’t linger on Patrick’s chest. With a trail of light and wet kisses down his stomach, around his navel, tongue diving deep inside it, he kneeled backwards. Finally, Patrick’s dick was just there, smelling like candy and precum. Shimmering. Delicious. He immediately wanted to feast on it so he ran the flat of his tongue right there on the tip. He looked at Patrick who was still basking in intense pleasure, eyes shut. He didn’t seem to have noticed. Possibly, he couldn’t make out the difference between and tongue and a thumb at this stage of arousal, without being able to see it. David wanted him to notice though, so he stopped stroking and sucked hard on Patrick’s head, like he wanted to squeeze all the cum out of it.
“Ooh! Fuck!” This was not a moan, not a scream, it was a growl. Animal, primal. Raw. All the encouragements David needed, all the permission he didn’t have to ask for, and he took him in, deeper this time, his tongue hard pressed against the back of his cock. Another growl. He felt him lifting his upper body to watch for five seconds before falling back against the pillow, arching his back, bringing his hands to his face. David had to look at Patrick now. His palms were flat against his eyes, like he couldn’t bring himself to watch because it would be too much, and he would come, and he wanted to enjoy it as long as his body would allow him to. At least, that was what David assumed. Patrick thrusted in his mouth. He was probably right.
David had taken him by surprise and he had no idea how different this would be from being sucked off by a woman. He was large, he knew that, and girls had been shy around his dick his whole life. But his girth didn’t seem to bother David whatsoever. He was worshipping his dick, giving it all the attention it deserved and more. He could feel his tongue twisting around him, playing with his veins while he was sucking on him. David sucked like he ate. Like a starving predator. He didn’t want to thrust but somehow he knew David wouldn’t mind. He was correct. He was so close. He was supposed to warn him, though. He always did, to make sure he’d pull out on time.
“David, I’m close,” he whispered, but David took him deeper, if that was even possible. Maybe he didn’t hear. Speaking intelligibly was difficult now. “David!” He thought he had screamed but he couldn’t hear himself anymore, his head was buzzing. He had to try again, for the sake of whatever. “David!” Now he was certain he had screamed because there was nothing else he could do. He wanted to say “David I am going to come in your mouth if you don’t pull away now,“ but that was way too many words to articulate and screaming his name should be enough for David to let go of him.
He felt David pulling on his balls instead, and with that, he opened his throat to let him whole inside of him. He heard and felt David choke on his dick, he felt saliva everywhere around him, he felt the tip of his dick hitting the back of David’s throat. His back arched, his whole body ached and he could feel the slightest breeze of air on this chest hair. All of his senses became one. He felt like he could hear each drop of saliva mixed with lube hitting the mattress, falling from David’s mouth. It was so loud, echoing in his ears like a rainfall in slow-motion. He grabbed a fistful of sheets, his toes curled and David choked again, without pulling away, and that was it. Patrick had no idea what happened after that, he lost consciousness apparently, he must have screamed or growled because his own throat hurt when he opened his eyes. David’s mouth was still around him, lapping, swallowing what was left of him like satiated beast who had just finished a meal after weeks of starvation.
He had lied earlier. This. This was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen.