Re: [Climbing: Patrick & Newt]
Patrick'd already surmounted the wall and he'd already tugged his tank top up, so that it really didn't do much at all. He practically glistened, not much hair apparent, save for that slip from navel, and Newt considered the fact—as he breeched to the flat of the wall—that he'd been the one topless when last they'd snogged. He rucked up his own shirt, and he knew Patrick was staring. And even as the t-shirt's hem was dropped, it left a slice of low, pale belly bared above droop-hipped trousers. Newt sought no modesty. He was up on his elbow, watching as Patrick, laid on his back, one arm up to cradle his head. Newt considered the tableau before him. Not simply the lack of anyone else present, but too, Patrick, shirtless and for more than a second.—Whatever Newt's bloody intentions, to behave and to not push, he'd no memory of them just then. Patrick's chest and belly were trim and tight, skin the same golden color as the rest of him, and, while there was nothing inherently sexual in (semi-)nudity, Newt couldn't've helped the direction his mind went.
As the younger man looked to him, Newt, who was on his side and hip beside Patrick, rolled toward him. It was massively difficult to not look at someone you found attractive as they sweated and panted, and not think of anything untoward. That was what Newt was thinking as he placed a palm beneath Patrick's armpit. He wasn't shored against the other man just yet, but he'd a hand on either side of him, elbows bent, and one knee up. Newt looked down at his friend. What he wanted was to touch Patrick's chest. His gaze shifted down, from green sea to lips to chest, then back up. He should've remembered to say something or to touch carabiner and make a cheeky comment. Instead, Newt lifted his hand to touch Patrick's cheek, let fingers slide to sweat-damp nape, then dipped to kiss him. Without asking.
Perhaps he shouldn't've misbehaved, but Newt wasn't thinking so terribly much. He'd rather wanted a kiss since before Patrick'd come back and last night'd only made that more acute, while making it seem dangerous, as well. But, while he'd made it out of the hospital without doing anything, he didn't seem so capable today, in spite of his best intentions.—Of course, Newt would pull away at any sign of hesitance or dislike from Patrick. He was careful to be aware of his reception, whatever it was.