Re: Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
[Yes, the closet. Newt knew quite a bit about the depth of Patrick's closet. He listened to the man, and his dipping, skimming gaze hovered as a bee over open mouth of flower on Patrick's face when he spoke of his mother and her people.] I see. Which is why you've the stones. [He would've asked about the Dagda Mor, so it was kind of Patrick to supply an answer before he had to.] Dark magic tempts many, even in our world. I'd ask what you mean by the lifeforce, but I've a feeling you're about to throttle me. [Newt could be a bit like an overeager child with his questions, but, at least he knew that.
He rolled his eyes at Patrick's response and wink, but he didn't poke back. He was distracted by the baring of palm. He shouldn't've, but he reached forward then, to touch the center of the man's hand.] I suppose there is, [was his murmur of agreement, and his hand dropped away, fingers warm as they tucked into his palm.
Newt gave the man sitting before him a look at the correction that it'd been thrilling for him, as it'd been for Adrian. But, Patrick wasn't entirely wrong.] Perhaps, but not for the same reasons. He wanted to take me from Adrian, because he knew it'd hurt him. Now. I knew this. But, as I've said, I suppose I'm not quite nice enough to've said no on that count. [And he hadn't, had he?] Are you asking what it's like having sex with them or are you asking what about my feelings? [He shook his head.] It's all he can offer, darling. He told me when we broke up, as it were. Flouting monogamy, he considers it a part of who he is.
[Patrick was unbearably unflappable and much better at hiding how he felt than Newt. The older man said nothing of the close brush. He played about with his wand, remembering being chided for such in school, and he tucked it behind his ear. He really had no excuse for not moving, but he didn't. He watched Patrick's face, gaze flitting about, as if it couldn't quite take it all in at once, and then the man sat up. Newt tracked backwards a step. He flashed a slightly embarrassed smile and trundled back around to his abandoned seat. They could eat. It'd offer a distraction, if nothing else.] I wasn't quite going to tell you that, but, ah, yes. [Abort, Newt.—He sat as Patrick said he'd come between a girl's tits.] Oh, so your fondness for them is fairly great. [It was light teasing.] And the filthiest thing I've done, darling, is get fucked against a wall outside a bar. Everything else has been in a bed. It's relative, I suppose. [He kicked gently at Patrick's shin, if the man'd turned around to face him again, just to get him to look up.] Who knows? Sue and Adrian? I've told no one else. Though I understand that might be enough and I am terribly sorry. [A thought occurred to him.] Erm, if you're talking about those sexual encounters.