Re: [Hall Way: Patrick & Newt]
This was all most unexpected for Patrick. Had he been asked (a year earlier) if he would ever be lying comfortably under another dude, he would have said there was no way this was a thing that could ever occur. Yet, here he was, man looking up at the burnished, shirtless dude above him. New looked like some lithe, beautiful and otherworldly creature, man, and Patrick had never been the type of dude to wax poetic (even in his own thoughts). But he found he did like looking at Newt, man, and he liked it in a way that was not at all mild or passive. This was a gut-punch, one issued as he looked up at the dude.
Kissing (snogging) was a newfound delight, and Patrick took his time brushing his tongue against Newt's. It was a slow dance, slip, and it reminded the dude of the sway of tree branches during as most sticky summer. It was that kind of slow, the kissing, but Patrick's dick was most attentive under Newt's weight, and the lack of speed did not indicate lack of interest. He sucked his breath in when Newt slipped a hand beneath the hem of his shirt to draw narrow fingers beneath navel. "It surprises me every day, man. I wake up before you, and I am spellbound." Which was a serious declaration for the golden dude. He glanced down at the hand on his skin, and then he brushed his own thumb over one of Newt's shiny, pink nipples. His other hand held onto Newt's hip in a most secure manner.
His gaze was most heavy, the ocean tides of his eyes seemingly darkening as he looked at the dude sitting astride him. He pressed his lips together in a most obvious matter, thoughtfully, and then he tumbled Newt off him and onto his back upon the old mattress. He shifted onto his hip and stretched an arm across the dude, holding himself up above Newt. "I hope you do not have plans for the remainder of the afternoon," he offered (before ducking his head to slant his mouth over Newt's in a kiss that declared his intentions).
Patrick had no intention of leaving the small house for the remainder of the day; Needless to say, Newt would (hopefully) not be leaving either.