Re: Capital club: Patrick G/Newt P
[Patrick was not cognizant of his groan. He was generally a quiet dude in bed, and he was too stoned to focus on his own sounds in any capacity. He was only focused on tumbling Newt onto his back, and this was most certainly hard enough in his given state. It required coordination, dude, to tumble Newt back, and then Newt was watching him with those eyes that were most entirely golden, and Patrick stared back for much too long, man.
This thing, the finger around the other dude's nipple, was most certainly the most daring thing Patrick had done in bed. All right, so the dude was no virgin, but his sex life had consisted of most traditional makeouts and fucking. There was none of this, man, and he would have told you he was not this kind of guy. Blame the blunt, because he would not be able to explain this away in any way, man, even when once again sober.
He almost said that Newt's skin felt softer than he expected, but he was saved from making this most dumb proclamation by Newt rolling toward him. Dude was right there, and propped close, and Patrick was slightly reluctant to the nudge for a moment. Not out of lack of desire, man, but out of mischief, which was probably most obvious when Newt dipped his head. In the end, curiosity (for this was what the dude was calling it in his head) triumphed, and he tipped his head back. And it was the touch of tongue to skin, and not the slip of button through buttonhole, that made Patrick put a stilling hand on Newt's stomach. This left him with warm, soft skin beneath his palm, which was not precisely the intended goal. He glanced down between their bodies, and he looked at pale and dotted belly beneath golden palm. As he watched, he slid his hand around to Newt's hip, and he curved his fingers there, as if testing his grip against Newt's skin.
He gave it a second, and then he ducked his head and kissed Newt instead, mouth slanted against mouth in a kiss that most certainly tasted of reluctant parting.]