Re: Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
[They did like to baby him, but Patrick said nothing about that. He even forgot to speak of pools, and he most certainly did not care to discuss Adrian further at present.
He was pushed up onto his elbows, knees spread in a most casual and dude way upon the mattress. He had long-since lost both of his sandals. He had forgotten about Pickett (sorry, Pickett). If he was nervous, the dude did not show it. If it was a show of bravado to make Newt be the one to cross the room, this did not show either.] One of your clubs. [The repetition was entirely unnecessary. He did not think about going to a club filled with gay men. Dude was not thinking about that at all. He was only partly thinking about the fact that he hadn't actually soberly kissed a dude since Jude; this was a long time ago, and he had not been entirely himself. He had not been not-himself enough to write it off, but that was a thought that did cross his mind.
He did not look away as Newt approached; he was not cowardly, dude. He watched. He did not think to sit up. He did not question the complete and utter gayness of allowing a man to wedge a knee between his thighs. He glanced over at one of the hands that came to rest upon that archaic mattress, and then he looked back to find Newt very close. The somewhat insignificant weight of Newt's body against his also did not register as strictly unnecessary.
Newt's mouth was close, and Patrick surged up the remaining distance to kiss the other man's freckled mouth. One of his hands was flat upon the mattress now, to power the surge upward, and the kiss was a hint of slant and a lot of pressure. He did not open his mouth or part his lips, but he did brush his mouth against the other man's in a kiss that was not entirely chaste. A brush up and down of mouth, and he brought one of his bare feet up onto the bed, using the fulcrum to turn his body more toward Newt's.]