Re: Outside the Homestead: Patrick G/Newt P
Patrick had always been a most black and white dude. Even in high school, when he had been filling the role he was expected to fill, he had never been that dude. He had done sports, dated girl after girl, flirted as if the world was ending, but had never been truly himself. He loved sports, and he was a natural flirt, it was true, but he had never been that brand of carefree, man. He had never enjoyed playing video games, and he had not enjoyed dating girl after girl. He was a much quieter dude, and he was accepting this now. It was nice not to have to pretend, and he hoped that new determination lasted in Repose; it was easy in Arborlon, as the elves were very serious as a race.
But Newt was being most serious, and Patrick shifted the dude on his lap and shook his head a moment. "Wait for showing," he edited, because the Adrian comment was a important. This did not mean he stopped his idle caress of Newt's back, nor did it do anything to diminish the way his dick was hardening in his leggings. "As much as I do not want to sidetrack us, it is important," he asserted. "You do not cause strife with Adrian. Adrian causes strife with Adrian, man. I know my bro, and even without reading that conversation I already knew the dude likely said something antagonistic. I do not know why he does this, but you are not responsible for strife. My bro and I have plenty of strife on our own." Which drew forth a sigh. "Which reminds me, I am going to have to tell him something he will not like to hear, but I think I should wait until he is out and safely confined in his trunk," he said, and he smiled a minimally smirking smile. "Though I do like you whispering in my ear, even if it is playing dirty."