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David’s lips quirked. So, he wasn’t imagining things then.
Today was his first official meeting with Sebastien Raine, negotiating a deal across two or maybe even three of the galleries. They’d communicated mostly via email up until this point, and maybe some of the messages had been on the flirtatious side? But that was David’s natural setting, you’d find the same suggestive tone and smattering of winking faces across the majority of his correspondences.
David loved to dangle the bait, but he loved it even more when someone deigned to take a bite.
And bite Sebastien had, undressing David with his eyes and lingering a little too much in their handshakes.
Complimenting his skin. A basic move, but a distinctly powerful one.
The blunt edges of his top teeth felt like razors as David forcefully sucked his lips into his mouth. Could they just skip to the fucking part already?
“Jhosan, I have to take a meeting downtown.”
David was already scooping up his bag as his assistant came scuttling into the office.
“You do? Mr. Rose, you have two more meetings scheduled here this afternoon.”
When David looked up from his phone, Jhosan’s facial expression was decidedly less amused than his own. But if there was one thing David loved about being the boss more than anything else, it was delegating all the boring stuff.
David waved a hand through the air and started for the door. “Aren’t you always saying I should give you more responsibility?”
Jhosan rolled her eyes, in a gesture she’d most likely picked up from her employer. “Well yes, Dav– Mr. Rose. But the artists are expecting you.”
“Sebastien Raine was the big grab of today and I fucking nailed it. If you want to tank the next two meetings, be my guest.”
~*~
His words were hardly the sweetest honey, but they were syrupy thick and dripping with promise as Sebastien’s mouth pushed them against the skin of David’s neck, and folded them into the shell of his ear.
“I wanted to wrap my hand around you and feel you hard against my palm. I wanted to make you come all over yourself. I wanted to fist my hand in your immaculate hair and yank on it until you cried.” Sebastien’s teeth nipped meanly against David’s collarbone. “I wanted to shove you to your knees and put my cock between your pretty pink lips.”
David felt almost light-headed; it was all so much. He could barely even focus on the words with how hard his dick was straining against his zipper.
“All of it,” he gasped. “All of that, all of it.”
Not another second was wasted as David obediently folded himself to the floor under the pressure of Sebastien’s palms. The hardwood was cold against his knees, where the artful rips of David’s jeans exposed his skin. David knew exactly what he looked like, gazing up at Sebastien Raine through the curtain of his dark lashes; he looked like sex given human form.
David let his mouth fall open as Sebastien fumbled with his fastenings. He’d never found the dick-slap-to-the-tongue move particularly sexy. But Sebastien seemed to be very into it, so David flattened his tongue out to maximise the skin on skin sound and relished in the way Sebastien was watching him do it, eyes half-lidded.
When Sebastien finally stopped wielding his dick around by the shaft David curled his own hand around it and sucked him down. From his deliberately dishevelled but aloof demeanour, David had expected Sebastien to be one of those guys who were completely silent during sex, like moaning or gasping shaved off masculinity points. He was very pleased to be wrong, as Sebastien immediately made a noise in his throat that David was 87% sure had been involuntary.
It was hard not to smile with the satisfaction, but David held back his delight to keep that perfect seal with his lips. He bobbed his head and breathed harshly through his nose, spurred on when words continued to fall out of Sebastien’s mouth.
“Wonderful, David. Yeah, your tongue, like that. So hot.”
David was used to having his dick-sucking skills scored highly, but it had been a while since he’d wanted someone’s approval quite as badly as he wanted Sebastien Raine’s.
Prior to emailing professionally they’d seen each other around, and there had always been something in the way they clocked each other across the dancefloor, eye contact charged despite their respective hands being down another person’s pants. He’d heard the stories about Sebastien and in turn made damn sure the tales of David Rose had spread in his direction. He’d known their sexual chemistry would be explosive, and as per usual in this particular wheelhouse David had been correct.
After just the right amount of time – respectable for Sebastien to have lasted, while not being so long that David’s jaw began to ache – Sebastien made good on another of his promises and fisted tightly in David’s hair as he began to approach the peak. David moaned around Sebastien’s cock as his roots seared with a pleasant amount of pain. Hook-ups often assumed that he didn’t want his meticulously styled locks to be disturbed, but just the right amount of tugging sent David wild.
He hollowed his cheeks as the assault continued on his scalp but startled a little as Sebastien yanked him in close. He pulled David’s nose tight against his pubic bone and thrust to the back of his throat.
Another thing David failed to find sexy was the wet retching sound he made as his eyes began to stream, but he wasn’t one to yuck someone else’s yum. Now that he knew where this was headed, David opened his throat as best he could, and rocked on his knees a little as Sebastien’s moans began to ratchet up. David could deepthroat with the best of them. A little warning was nice, was all.
Sebastien began to relinquish control as he grew close, so David gave himself a break, pulling back and inhaling deeply. He rolled Sebastien’s balls roughly in his hand while he sucked on the head as hard as he could. Sebastien’s thighs shook a little as he came, which was gratifying, and David swallowed quickly. He slowly worked Sebastien through the rest of it while he swiped at his wet eyes.
A couple of beats later Sebastien hauled David to his feet, and David smiled into the kisses he was given. Kissing immediately after a blowjob was another thing he’d assumed Sebastien might not go for. The brownie points were already stacking up.
David pushed his hips against Sebastien’s insistently, so, so ready to finally be touched. However, when the kissing stopped, Sebastien stepped back and casually tucked himself back into his pants as he checked the time on his phone.
“Wait. What?” David hadn’t given himself permission to speak, but his dick must have overruled his brain. As it often did.
“David,” Sebastien smiled sadly. “I’m late. You’ll have to finish yourself off.”
“Late?” David squeaked. “For what? I’m like, right there, this won’t be a marathon. What happened to all the ‘The things I would do to you David, David I want to make you come, David I want to finger your asshole’?”
Sebastien chuckled and crowded David back against the wall, pushing against him with his thigh.
“Like you said earlier, all of that. But I’m meeting with a curator in twenty minutes, and it would be very unprofessional if I didn’t show.”
David blinked. “It was pretty unprofessional of me to blow off my afternoon meetings to come have sex with you, but I thought that was something we both wanted.” He pushed Sebastien back a little and adjusted himself in his pants. “Also, what the fuck? I thought I closed you, why are you seeing another gallery?”
Sebastien moved back into his space, undeterred. “Oh, you closed me, alright,” he winked. “Nothing can even come close to the deal you offered me. This other meeting is a formality, and you wouldn’t want me to make a bad name for myself in the scene, surely? My bad behaviour is your bad behaviour. We’re entwined now, David.”
David tried to prevent the words from sending a naïve thrill zipping up his spine, but he didn’t quite pull it off.
His eyes flitted away from Sebastien’s piercing gaze. “You sure you’re not gonna undercut me now that I’ve already sucked you off?”
David let himself be drawn back into a kiss and hated himself a little for the way his dick got even harder.
“How will I get a second blowjob that way?” Sebastien spoke the words teasingly against David’s lips and then whirled away, heading for the door and throwing a cursory “I’ll call you” over his shoulder as he left.
Yeah right, David huffed. Sebastien wouldn’t call.
Opening his throat in exchange for a little attention before the contract had even been signed was a new low. Blue balls + shame = David Rose. He was accustomed to feeling used, but at least he usually got a reciprocal orgasm out of it.
This was probably the last he would ever see of Sebastien Raine.
David rolled his eyes as she came back in, produce bag still in hand. “What now?”
“David,” Patrick admonished immediately. “Be nice. Anything else we can do for you, Stevie?”
“Thank you for asking, Patrick,” she grinned, looking directly at David. “It seems, much like the two of you, that I’m quite thirsty.” David was horrified to notice Patrick blush a little. “Feel like helping me with that? You know, the way I’m helping you out this evening by loaning you my place?”
“Ah,” Patrick intoned, popping his hands on his hips. “You’re thirs– you’re parched, you’d like a drink? From the café? I can go. David, coffee?”
David threw his arms up in both a shrug and a yes, of course as Patrick took Stevie’s order of a milkshake. He strode towards the door, pulling self-consciously at his shirt collar. The second the bell chimed to signify his departure David shook his head and wagged a finger in Stevie’s direction.
“Don’t start. No.”
“So, which was it, David?” Stevie asked impishly. She propped her chin in her hand on the counter. “Were you changing a lightbulb, or were you doing inventory?”
“Oh my god, stop.”
“Was it both? Did you change it and then update the inventory to reflect one less lightbulb? Although I don’t quite get how you went from being so very hard at work to giving Patrick a ‘half-hickey’.” She made air-quotations with her fingers as she spoke. “What else did you give him, David?”
David’s lips quirked despite himself, remembering the erection he could feel digging into his thigh through Patrick’s jeans. Hard at work indeed. “We are not talking about this.”
“Considering how generous a friend I’m being the least you could do is spill the sordid details.”
“My life is not your personal erotica novel, there are no sordid details. We just made out a bit.” His eyes canted upward. “And I maybe made out with his neck a little too much, until we were very rudely interrupted by an uncouth woman wearing plaid.”
“And that’s all you were doing,” she smirked in disbelief. “Alone in the back room. Hidden behind a curtain.”
David rolled his eyes again, almost into the back of his head this time. “Believe it or not, yes. I’ve been very good at going slow. So even though I’m still extremely suspicious of your motives, I’m very much looking forward to this evening, because if I don’t get my hands on him soon I genuinely might scream.”
Stevie’s eyes bugged out a little. “Wait, you’re being serious. You haven’t even done hand stuff yet?”
David winced. “Just. Over the clothes. But not to– yeah. Just a little… light… touching. No–”
“No O’s,” Stevie stated, very matter-of-factly.
David hummed, confirming. “Yeah, none of that. Turns out my business partner believes our store should be an orgasm-free zone.”
Stevie’s face changed, and she began fiddling with the lip balms. “You know, you say that a lot.”
“Say what?”
“Business partner. Does Patrick know that’s what he is?”
David frowned. He had referred to Patrick as such multiple times and never been met with resistance. They made joint decisions and had a shared vision of the store that David could have only dreamt of. It was staggering, to have someone so capable not only want to come on board but understand the aesthetic direction down to the carefully stencilled letter. After some light education, anyway.
“Um. What– what else would he be?”
“I’m just asking if that’s what it says on the paperwork.”
“Well.” David crossed his arms, his gaze drawn up and out, as if he was having a staring competition with a corner of the ceiling. “Patrick is obviously the admin guy. He drew up his own contract.”
Stevie hummed like that answered her question and put the lip balm back down.
“I’m kind of nervous,” David blurted out. His eyes popped wide, like he hadn’t expected himself to say it.
Stevie’s facial expression shifted with the topic change, this time into reluctant reassurance. “That makes sense, I think. It’s his first time with a guy. That adds pressure, beyond normal first night jitters.”
“Yeah,” David murmured, delicately fingering the hem of his sweater. “I just want it to be really good for him, you know? I don’t want him to regret it after.”
“David.” Stevie’s eyes took on a hint of sadness and David knew he’d peeled back one layer too many. “He won’t.”
“Well, that’s the goal,” he chuckled falsely. “Make it mind-blowing for him, and he won’t have a choice.”
“Okay, Mr Service Top,” Stevie blinked. “You’re planning on getting some for yourself too, right? It’s been a while since Jake. Or Sebas–”
“Okay!” David anxiously flailed his hands. “I actually have work to do. So do you think maybe you can entertain yourself, while the guy I’m seeing is questing for the milkshake you guilted him into?”
~*~
“Lock it up, David. Lock it up.”
His mouth tasted like laughter and whiskey, and David found it hard to recall a moment where he’d ever felt so at ease with a lover. In the past, laughter during sexual situations had always occurred at his own expense. Arguably it still was, just not spitefully.
The atmosphere had been unbearably awkward from the moment Jake had knocked on the door, yet it hadn’t caused an irreparable disconnect. David knew he wasn’t escaping shedding further light on the incomprehensible ‘throuple’ situation, but Patrick’s agreement to postpone the discussion wasn’t loaded in any way. He wasn’t burying resentment just to get into David’s pants and then leave him in bed alone after. It was a teasing promise to circle back later, and the joint knowledge that nothing Patrick could reveal about his own past would be quite as jarring as the start to this evening had been.
And so, they laughed, amusement entirely shared. They laughed against each other’s lips and into each other’s mouths. It was almost intoxicating to feel so thoroughly in sync with this person. The nerves David had revealed to Stevie earlier had fluttered away like leaves on the wind.
Stevie.
“The toothbrushes,” David announced, breaking the kiss abruptly. “That little B.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Patrick asked, a little dazed.
“You remember when I stayed here before? The night of the lice situation?” He smirked. “You know, when you invited me to spend the night ‘at your place’, without mentioning the fact that ‘your place’ was a rented room in Ray’s house, where we would have had to navigate a cliché ‘there’s only one bed’ situation?”
“Not my finest hour, admittedly. Thank god you said no,” Patrick chuckled as he rubbed at David’s hip. “Although it does sound like a plot point from a rom com? So maybe you’d have been putty in my hands.”
The hands in question began to roam between David’s sweater and undershirt, and with how badly he wanted them on his skin instead, David concluded Patrick was probably right.
“Inconclusive,” he lied. “Anyway, so when I was here I noticed Stevie had a second toothbrush, which I obviously gave her a hard time about.”
“Obviously.”
“And she said it was from someone a while ago and threw it out. But it was Jake’s the whole time!”
“Aaand we’re back to this,” Patrick sighed.
“No! We’re not. I’m just saying, she could have mentioned it. Especially considering how much she was grilling me about you, she could have segued into her love life at any time.”
“Whoa, what?” David had really done it now. Patrick was upside-down smiling and everything. “Back up, elaborate.”
David rolled his eyes, ignoring the heat he could feel blooming on his cheeks.
“She knew I liked you before I did and was trying to needle it out of me. But I figured you weren’t into me, so I’d already put the kibosh on my own feelings. And I needed you.” David blinked away the excess moisture he could feel forming. “At the store. I didn’t want to jeopardise that.”
Before David could bring himself to meet his eyes again, Patrick softly brought their lips together. It was short and sweet but held hidden depths that David was too anxious to wade through. When he drew back, Patrick placed a little peck on the end of his nose, and David blinked extra hard for good measure.
"Stevie’s a lot wiser than she would have us all know, huh?” Patrick smiled.
“Ha. Yeah. Um.” David’s brow furrowed. He took a deep breath. “Patrick, what’s your job role? Like, on your contract?”
Patrick’s jaw clenched briefly, and David knew. “Uhh. Sales Associate-cum-Admin Assistant?”
“So, you– you have a business degree, and you’ve made yourself a clerk?” David raised a finger like it was an exclamation point. “Mmkay, so you’re changing that immediately. Patrick.” David took one of his hands and held it in both his own. “I haven’t just been calling you my business partner for fun, okay? You’re not my employee, what the fuck. We haven’t gotten into specifics on the investment side of things yet, but we’re co-owners now. I’m not an idiot, I know this doesn’t happen without you. I needed you then, and I need you now. It’s half yours.”
Patrick stared at him for a beat longer than was comfortable, and then dipped his gaze to where his other hand had begun tracing back and forth over David’s rings.
“David, I’m going to say something, but I need you to keep a level head.” He waited until David bared his teeth in a grimace that said you’re insane if you think I can do that, but I’ll try. “What if we break up?”
David painstakingly filed away the part of his brain that was screaming in order to break up you have to be in a relationship, are we in a relationship? One thing at a time.
Patrick misinterpreted the pause and leapt in to fill the silence. “David, level-head. I do not want that; I’m not alluding to anything. I am in this with you. But say somewhere down the line you don’t want to be with me anymore–”
David barked out a laugh, unbidden. He wasn’t traditionally the person who called things off.
“Look, I just.” Patrick brought David’s ring-adorned hand to his mouth, pressing at his knuckles rather than kissing them. “I need you to think about that before we make any rash decisions about ownership or investment. If we broke up, would you still want me around on the business side of things? Could you continue to be around me like that?”
David considered what it would be like to be around Patrick platonically, now that he’d had a taste of him romantically. Trading blistering looks and casual affectionate touches, for terse wishes for a pleasant evening and professionally worded emails. Discussing plans for the store calmly and stoically, rather than volleying flirtatious barbs back and forth. Traversing the Apothecary in isolated orbits that never intersect. It didn’t bear thinking about.
But the idea of Patrick not being there at all? That was categorically unthinkable. Impossible. Unendurable.
“This isn’t a rash decision. I meant it a long time ago.” David closed his eyes. “If that were to happen, I’d be relying on you to keep things professional. Maybe that’s unfair, but I won’t lie and pretend I wouldn’t be an asshole for a while. You’d have to stand your ground, because no matter what I said in the moment, I wouldn’t want to push you out. You care about the store as much as I do. And although we’ve carved out specific roles for ourselves in this business, I think they hold equal weight. So.” He cautiously opened his eyes again. “It’s yours if you want it.”
I’m yours, if you want me.
Patrick’s eyes were a blinding sun, and David thought again about orbits.
“Okay,” Patrick murmured. And that’s all David needed to hear. “Hey, remember 10 minutes ago when you were trying to get sexy and I wouldn’t stop talking?”
David grinned. And pounced.
There was no slow build, no finesse. They’d spent weeks fighting against the carnal magnetism that thrummed beneath the surface of their daily flirtations, and now it was an eruption. Going slow hadn’t been as torturous as David had expected, because somehow he knew that the wait was going to be more than worth it. And that was already true, with the way Patrick crashed against him like wave hitting rock. He shimmied them both up to the pillows without pausing the kiss and pulled David on top.
He could tell David was being careful not to release his full weight. Patrick tugged on his elbows to remedy that, wriggling underneath like he wanted to feel David press against him from head to toe. Like he wanted to drown in it.
If Patrick was nervous, he wasn’t showing it yet. Every time David tilted his head for a new angle Patrick was right there to meet him, licking into David’s mouth in earnest and humming in his throat. And in what felt like no time at all, Patrick’s hands were on David’s skin under his hem, just for a second, until he decided enough was enough and removed David’s sweater and undershirt in one smooth movement.
When Patrick’s arm whipped towards the corner of the room, David reared back, already frowning as he tracked the journey of his clothing. But when his sweater landed safely and securely on a chair David decided to let it go, closing his mouth and fighting not to mirror the shit-eating grin that was waiting patiently for him on Patrick’s face.
“Alright, show-off.”
The rest of their clothes made much the same journey – apart from Patrick’s undershirt, because David tried to throw that one and his aim wasn’t quite as accurate – until they were writhing against each other in their boxer briefs, excitement palpable.
Patrick kept pulling away from his mouth to look at David’s body reverently. He ran a hand through his chest hair, up over his shoulder and against his stubble. Comparatively, Patrick was practically hairless, the lightest dusting across his chest and legs, in such a shade that it was barely noticeable.
“I used to wax,” David blurted, not quite sure why he was drawing attention to the fact that he wasn’t at his most attractive. “I know it’s a lot. Genes of the Rose men, I guess.”
Patrick was staring at his own hand, scratching through the tufts surrounding one of David’s nipples when he murmured “I love it.”
David desperately tried not to be a lunatic about hearing that word fall from Patrick’s lips. He mostly succeeded. Patrick was far too entranced by the way David’s breath caught as he ran a thumb over the sensitive nub to notice.
“Yeah?” David asked breathily.
Patrick replied with scorching eye contact, eventually nodding erratically on his journey back to David’s mouth. David lost control a little bit, thrusting against him in earnest, white hot arousal zipping up his spine.
“Patrick, can I touch you? I need to touch you.”
“God, yes.”
David sat up, slowly tugging on Patrick’s waistband, so that his dick sprung free against his stomach with an audible slap. He blushed a little, which was adorable as fuck, until David curled a hand around him and all the air left Patrick’s lungs in a rush.
His dick was gorgeous and flush, foreskin soaked with precum. ‘Slow’ was a distant memory, because David was skipping ahead, fuck hand stuff. He shimmied down the bed, trapping Patrick’s dick between his palm and his cheek. He nuzzled lightly, looking up into Patrick’s blown out eyes.
“Okay?”
Patrick choked out a short breathy laugh. “Yeah? Yeah. David.”
His name was a plea, and David answered the call. He went tongue first, root to tip, collecting the salty tang and soundly kissing the head. The rasping moan that tore its way out of Patrick’s chest when David sucked him into the wet and warm was enough to have David grinding his own hips against the mattress.
If David didn’t know better, he’d have almost believed this was Patrick’s first blowjob, like ever. It wasn’t of course, but this level of responsiveness? It was wild and David was loving every second of it.
Patrick seemingly had absolutely no control over what his lungs and larynx were doing, because if he wasn’t panting he was moaning, or whining, or humming. One of his hands carded sweetly through David’s hair, petting and praising and thanking him without saying a word. Usually David would have used his own hand to close Patrick’s fist, encourage him to tug a bit. But his nerve endings were ablaze from the sensuality of fingertips against his scalp, and all he wanted was more of that, more tenderness.
David pulled off for just a second to trace a finger along the prominent vein that drew a serpentine path up Patrick’s length, and grinned when Patrick whined again, hips jerking up involuntarily, begging for more of David’s mouth. David sucked him back down with fervour, wrapping one hand around the base and gripping the swell of Patrick’s ass with the other. He was liberal with his use of tongue, encouraged by the fresh burst of taste as he swept across the tip. David bobbed his head, picking up speed. He could feel the muscles in Patrick’s ass twitch against his palm and kept his pace, the other fist bumping his lips as his hand moved.
“Da– David.”
David knew he was close by the way Patrick thickened against his tongue, but appreciated the warning, nonetheless. He gripped the shaft tighter and jacked him fast, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder until warmth flooded his mouth, listening intently to the choked off ‘ahh’ noises coming from above.
David swallowed, relishing the slight burn it left behind. He reached up, threading his fingers through Patrick’s as he continued to suckle lightly, only stopping when Patrick’s whines changed cadence. He was unable to resist one last firm kiss to the head, and it pulled a breathy laugh and twitch of the hips from Patrick. The hands in his gripped tighter and tugged, encouraging David to crawl up beside him.
Patrick ran a hand up and down David’s flank and tilted his chin up. David acquiesced with a kiss, softly at first, until Patrick opened his mouth and lazily chased the taste with his tongue. When David pulled back to get a look at him Patrick’s eyes were fluttery, and his smile was soft and quiet.
“Was that okay?” David whispered, shamelessly fishing.
“David,” Patrick smiled. His eyes slipped closed. “That was– I never– More than okay.”
Patrick bumped his nose against David’s shoulder, and he got the hint, lifting an arm to pull Patrick in close. Patrick hugged his waist and sighed as he burrowed into David’s chest. “Thank you, David.”
Was Patrick going to thank him at every corner, every milestone? David smiled, kissing Patrick’s crown. God, it had been so long since someone wanted to cuddle him after sex. He was still hard, so he hoped the sex part wasn’t quite over yet, but Patrick’s happy sighs and soft presses of lips were stoking a warmth in his chest that he didn’t like to poke at too often.
He stroked fingertips up and down Patrick’s bicep, marvelling at how soft the skin was, despite discovering in the wake of the body milk confusion that Patrick had never used a moisturiser of any kind. That was something David hoped he could remedy maybe, down the line.
His mind wandered a little, marvelling that ‘down the line’ wasn’t inspiring cold sweats. David came back to himself slowly, with the realisation that Patrick’s breathing had changed. He listened and evaluated for a few seconds. Yep. Deeper, slower breathing, and the arm slung across David’s waist felt heavier.
Well, shit.
He lifted his head a little, allowing himself a peek at the vulnerable peaceful look on Patrick’s sleeping face, and his heart clenched with fondness. He opened his mouth, teasing barb at the ready to wake him with. But then Patrick made a little snuffling sound, and David pressed his lips back together. Seems he wasn’t getting any for himself after all.
He switched off the lamp. Slowly, trying not to wake the man in his arms, David deftly used his toes to grip the comforter at the bottom of the bed and pass it up to himself. He settled the blanket over them both, and Patrick seemed to shuffle even closer, eyelashes skittering across David’s skin. He was so cute.
David’s balls ached a little as Patrick shifted against him, drawing his dick’s attention back to the fact that a gorgeous man was naked in bed with him. He pushed away the horrid thought that rose up from some murky depth, comparing this situation to one from his past, with another man David had gone into business with. Another time David had done nothing but give, only to be left wanting.
He knew it wasn’t the same, not even close. But hey, if David was going to be rewarded with hands stroking sensually through his hair, and a warm body affectionately curling around him afterwards, maybe he’d be just fine with giving, and giving, and giving.
~*~
David wasn’t proud of the undignified sound that emerged from him as consciousness took hold. “Too early.”
Patrick chuckled from the region of David’s ribs. “Too late, actually.”
His ribs? Oh. David could feel Patrick’s lips trailing down his side.
“Mmph?”
“It’s 1am. Plenty more sleeping to be done. But I thought…maybe, first?”
Oh.
Patrick’s mouth kissed its way across the softness of David’s stomach and he finally became cognizant that his dick was already well on board.
David cracked an eye open. Sure enough, the window revealed only darkness where David was unable to draw the curtains after Patrick had passed out, sex-drunk. The covers had been pulled back, and Patrick was cutting a meandering downward path to where David was hard and aching, straining against the underwear that had never made its way off his body earlier.
As Patrick settled onto his stomach between David’s legs, he tugged until the boxer briefs were halfway down David’s thighs. David let his eyes close again, feeling a little exposed with the knowledge that Patrick was having his first face to face interaction with a dick that wasn’t his own. He hoped Patrick didn’t mind that he was cut. Not that he could do anything about it. Obviously. Plus, any preference Patrick might have would at this point be rooted entirely in porn, which David believed was an incorrect basis for real-life taste.
A nervous gulp shattered the silence. When a hand tentatively and softly closed around him, David’s wandering brain suddenly came back online.
“Patrick.” He slurred a little, so David cleared his throat and tried again. This was important. “Patrick, wait.” Patrick dropped his dick like it might bite, and David cursed that his voice hadn’t been softer in his half-asleep state. “No just– Give me a second? Just a second to wake up.”
“Okay, David.”
Patrick’s voice sounded small, and it made David’s chest ache. Focusing, he blinked rapidly as he adjusted to the twilight. The first thing he did when he propped himself up on his elbows was smile. Patrick’s face was lit by the moon, and his hair was all ruffled from sex and sleep. He was beautiful, and he was here.
And – David reminded himself – he was inexperienced in this arena. He was eager but precious, and David wanted to treat him with more care than he’d ever treated anything. Even those sneakers he got in Prague.
“Hi,” he said softly.
Patrick’s answering smile was so adorable that David felt an absurd urge to weep. “Hi. Awake now?”
“Awake enough.”
“So…”
David could hear that it was a question, and Patrick’s fingers scooted fractionally closer to his cock.
“Patrick, we can… We can still go slow. For you?” Patrick frowned, and David weaved a hand through the air. “I just mean there isn’t an exchange rate here. Just because I sucked you off doesn’t mean you owe me one. Or anything, for that matter.”
“Oh. You don’t want…?”
David laughed, louder than intended. He immediately soothed a hand over Patrick’s shoulder, silently assuring him that he wasn’t the butt of the joke. And then as he kept their eyes locked, David reached down and squeezed his dick suggestively.
“Oh, I want. Fuck I want you, Patrick.”
Patrick’s eyes went dark, and his hand crept up to join David’s, circling him loosely, like he was waiting for permission.
“Just. It’s not an obligation,” David said. “You don’t have to. We can still wait, or you can use your hand, or–”
Quick as a flash David found himself pinned, both by Patrick’s body and his wide, focused eyes. Slowly and deliberately, Patrick ground down, pulling a gasp deep from inside David’s lungs as he demonstrated he was just as hard.
“I know I don’t have to. But I really fucking want to, David. I really fucking want you.”
The uncharacteristic cursing absolutely undid him, and before David could stop and think he was already nodding, thrusting up wildly and craning for Patrick’s mouth. He deliberately stayed just out of reach, fixing himself to David’s neck instead, sucking a ‘mouth-shaped sunburn’ of his own before repeating his journey down David’s body.
He removed David’s underwear entirely before getting back into prone position. He stroked David’s thighs reverently. They made searing eye contact as Patrick took him into his mouth for the first time, and the heat pooling low in David’s stomach felt scalding.
David wasn’t a fussy blowjob recipient. Wet and suction and tongue was pretty much guaranteed to get him off every time, and this was no exception. David had been a few people’s first times, and his policy at this point was mostly to sit back and shut up. Directing and suggesting was something he preferred to avoid on a first encounter, unless requested. He knew first-hand how it could be overwhelming when you were already so desperate to please, and David would honestly rather this didn’t happen at all than to actively scare Patrick off.
But the direction needed was minimal at best. Patrick was being extremely generous with his tongue, flicking it up underneath the head in a way that made David gasp and writhe. His lips dragged up and down with the most delicious friction and he would suck harder every time he quit bobbing for a second.
The only thing David did to inspire a different approach was to close his hand over Patrick’s, where he was steadying his cock with a loose fist, encouraging Patrick to jerk him at the same time. Patrick hummed as he sucked and started to move his hand in tandem, and David thought wildly is he still thanking me right now, with my dick in his mouth?
Patrick did that thing with his tongue again, and suddenly David was right at the crest, hand batting at Patrick’s shoulder. “Shit, I’m gonna come.”
Giving one last hard suck, Patrick pulled off and panted up at David as his hand flew. David came with a groan, toes curling as Patrick’s hand twisted on the up thrust. He gasped at each subsequent pulse, eyes falling shut as Patrick gentled him through the aftershocks.
He was vaguely aware of movement occurring at the other end of the bed, and when David was finally able to look at him again, Patrick had moved up onto his knees, fisting his own cock as he ran his eyes over David’s body.
“Patrick, fuck.” David was boneless, entirely unable to assist, but he braced his hands against the back of Patrick’s gorgeous thighs and appreciated the view. “Come on me.”
His words took immediate effect and he watched as Patrick’s chest heaved with breath, eyes rolling back as he did just that, painting David’s stomach in short bursts.
After his own tremors had thoroughly wrung him out Patrick sat back on his haunches, head tipped back as David rubbed affectionately at his knees. Once he’d caught his breath again Patrick’s head bobbed forward like his neck couldn’t support it anymore, and his smile was so easy and joyous that David had to choke down a sizable lump in his throat.
“Sorry I didn’t swallow.”
David laughed. “Absolutely no complaints here.”
Mischief glinting in his eye, Patrick dabbed a finger where their releases mingled on David’s chest and touched it lightly to the tip of his tongue. “Maybe next time.”
Before David could process that, Patrick had hopped up. He padded over to retrieve some paper towels from Stevie’s kitchen counter and closed the curtains on his way back. Patrick softly but thoroughly cleaned them up, before pulling the covers back over them and settling on his side.
It took a couple of blinks for David to adjust to the lack of moonlight, but when he finally found Patrick’s bright eyes again he scooted in for a lingering kiss. Patrick’s hand came up to brush lazily through the hair at David’s nape, and David’s chest felt a little constricted, like there was too much for his ribcage to comfortably house.
When the languid kiss came to a natural conclusion, Patrick smiled again. “You know, I’ve never done that before.”
David snorted. “I’m well aware of that.”
“Ouch.”
“Not aware like… aware, aware. I don’t mean it was bad. Obviously it wasn’t bad. It was actually really good. Like surprisingly good? Not surprising like surprising. But–” David took a breath, aware if he continued he was going to have trouble climbing out of this hole he was accidentally digging. “What I meant to say is– I know. We’ve had several extensive conversations about how you’ve never done this before.”
There wasn’t enough light to make out Patrick’s eyebrows, but David knew by his tone that one of them was raised. “Not actually what I meant, David. But thank you.” Patrick gave him another peck to accompany his twentieth expression of gratitude. “No, I meant I’ve never pestered anyone for sex before.”
“Okay, we’re not calling that pestering. I was very much onboard.”
“Okay,” Patrick laughed. “But I’ve never woken up and immediately wanted someone like that. I don’t think I’ve ever initiated sex, come to think of it. Apart from my first time, which was so underwhelming and difficult that I never bothered again. I’ve had sex, but I’ve not wanted sex.”
David blinked. “That’s. Um.”
“It’s not even that I particularly wanted the orgasm?” Patrick phrased it like a question, like he was figuring it out as he went. “I woke up hard because I woke up next to you, that’s a no-brainer. But it wasn’t that I wanted to come.” His eyes snapped back to David’s. “I just had to get my hands on you, to make you feel good. Especially because I didn’t get the chance to do that earlier.” His nose scrunched up in a ridiculous, adorable way. “Sorry about that, by the way.”
David could feel that his brows were so high they were probably blending into his hairline. “That’s uhh, that’s okay. I’d say you more than made up for it.”
“I’d hate for you to think I was just using you to get off and didn’t want to return the favour. Because I very much did.” Patrick stroked a hand down David’s bicep and blinked owlishly. “You know, I honestly thought men falling asleep after sex was a myth.”
David snorted and shuffled closer, burying his face against Patrick’s chest. “Maybe it’s only after good sex. Wait. That sounds arrogant. I’m not saying you had bad sex until you had it with me.”
“Well I’m saying that, David,” Patrick laughed. “It’s like night and day. It’s never felt like this, ever.” He curled a finger underneath David’s chin and tilted so that their eyes met. “Hey.”
“Mm?”
“I think I might be gay.”
“Yeah?” David smiled.
“Yeah,” Patrick grinned back. “Since you crashed into my life I sort of assumed I must be bi. But maybe I’m not, I dunno.”
“Well. You’ve got all the time in the world to figure that out.”
David rewarded him with a thorough kiss and then they settled down to sleep.
Patrick yawned loudly. “I’m doing that again in the morning, by the way. You can give me pointers, if you want. And you can come in my mouth this time.”
David smiled in the dark. “Okay, Patrick.”