Re: Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
[There was no rebuffing. Patrick was not thinking; he did not even consider Newt might think this was rebuffing. Instead, knee dug deeply against the mattress, knuckles bearing his weight on the mattress and beside Newt's arms, Patrick kissed Newt. He knew he was being touched, and he knew the touch to jaw and collarbone were not delicate, feminine touches. It did not trouble him, man. If anything, it encouraged the dude. He kissed Newt with more heat, more fervor behind the slant of mouth and exploration of tongue. Patrick had gone from licking into the other man's mouth to tangling tongue against tongue, and he did not retreat when Newt opted to take instead of give.
His knee pressed forward, but Patrick was not doing it deliberately; he was not seeking anything with bare kneecap. He was seeking more of something, but not any particular anything, and it was the knuckle-press to the mattress that was frustrating him. It meant his hands were entirely occupied, and he pushed back on his knee, landing one bare foot on the floor and keeping his knee upon the mattress. He dragged Newt with him, hands grabbing Newt's suspenders to urge the man upward, not ceasing until Newt was sitting on the edge of the bed. If (and when) he was satisfied in this, he cupped Newt's jaw with his hands, and he continued to kiss the other man with a newborn and sloppy heat.]