Re: Capital club: Patrick G/Newt P
[Dude forgot about his request for the blunt almost as soon as said request was made. He slanted his mouth over Newt's, thumbs pressing against cheekbones, and he kissed the other man with less laziness and more heat than he had when surrounded by people. The kiss was not pretty or careful. This was a sloppy mess. This kiss left spit in its wake, and Patrick most certainly took when Newt parted his lips. He tasted Newt's mouth, and then he lapped at Newt's tongue in a most coaxing and insistent way. This kiss was not fearful, and Patrick did not attempt to get away from the hands that ventured low on his body.
He kissed Newt until his chest hurt from lack of breath, and then he drew back with a gasp against the dude's freckled cheek. He reached up, and he pulled off the beanie he wore and tossed it on the bed, somewhere in the vicinity of the glasses, and then he sat down on the edge of the bed, where three mattresses were piled high. He reached out for Newt's belt, nabbing it beneath plaid to reel Newt closer.] About that joint, man.
[Dude could use another toke, and he did give Newt time to retrieve said joint. Once (and if) Newt did, Patrick tugged the dude further forward. Patrick's blond hair was a mess now, the beanie having left it sticking up at odd angles all over, and his feet were planted most widely on the wooden floor. He pulled on the dude again, and there was nowhere for Newt to go but onto the bed, and Patrick waited to see how the dude chose to do that, man. He did not give guidance, not beyond the invitation that came with the tug.]