Re: Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
[Oh, darling. It was all entirely gay. That was rather the point. Patrick was in loose shorts, with thighs wide, and Newt slotted himself in. He was there, like a blade between ribs, intimately close. Patrick smelled like greenery, and when he surged upward, Newt thought nothing of relinquishing his weight, letting Patrick bear it as he lifted a hand to one of the man's biceps. His fingers were calloused, but gentle in their spread and hold. Perhaps it wasn't necessary, but it was within the confines of 'one kiss,' wasn't it? Surely it was.—The kiss itself was more chaste than the one from the night before on the train tracks, but similar to that shared on the pavement before Daniel's shop.
As Patrick shifted toward him, Newt's weight moved to his other knee, on the outside of Patrick's thigh. And at first, he rather let the younger man lead the kiss. He followed suit carefully. But, there came a point, just as Patrick turned his body toward his, Newt's, that Newt forgot himself. He parted his lips, softly, but most of him, where it wasn't bony, was soft. There was no mistaking him for a woman, but he was giving in slant of mouth, warm, very nearly lush, in the dark, black-leafed way one imagined a rainforest of being. He didn't offer his tongue, but his mouth was open.]