Cole was wearing more than bedsheets, but barely. This was not unusual for this time of day, though. He stirred in the bed and finally mumbled, "I'm all yours, come on in." And then he sat up and rubbed his eyes, sheet falling down around a bare chest and black silk pajama bottoms.
Patrick stared, completely drawn into Cole's eyes. He hadn't felt this way in .. in such a long time. It was like coming home, like the first time he saw his wife.
He wet his lips, and moved further into the room, keeping his gaze on Cole. "...Clothes? Clothes. Yes. What would you want?" His lips curved up. "For clothing."
"Oh... the light suit, I think." said Cole, because he knew Patrick liked that one. His eyes followed Patrick as he moved, and as he watched him, Cole began to sing, softly.
"You do something to me, something that simply mystifies me... tell me, why should it be, you have the power to hypnotize me..."
"You look wonderful in the light suit." Patrick murmured, as he slid over to the closet, and plucked out the suit. He leaned over and breathed in Cole's scent.
And stopped, at the song, his fingers gripping the cloth. He turned, slowly, and looked at Cole, breathing sharply. "You know what your music does to me."
Cole's lips turned up into a slow smile. "I suppose I don't," he purred, and held his hand out for the suit. It didn't even faze him now, been half-dressed in front of Patrick, but he suddenly found himself wishing that it were reciprocated.
True, he'd had fantasies about the lovely man before, but now... he almost didn't care about the sex, but he had the overpowering urge to just hold him, slide his hands over his skin, inhale his scent...
He smiled, slowly, in turn as he moved over to Cole. He held out the suit, meeting the other man's gaze again and his own eyes softened, as did his voice.
Patrick smiled, and then he put one knee on the outside of Cole's thigh, leaning on the bed. "I don't know what it is, Cole, but ... suddenly, it all makes sense. It's like I've finally woken up from indecision, and came right out into pure, cool logical choice."
He leaned into Cole, lips parting. "How could I want anyone, but you?"
"I feel exactly the same way," Cole said softly, feeling Patrick's breath against his skin. "And here I thought it was voodoo..." He leaned in just enough to close the kiss that was obviously promised, hanging in the air.
Oh sweet Heavens, it was even better than he'd imagined.
Cole let out a small whimper of agreement and tangled the fingers of one hand in Patrick's magnificent curls. What he'd been feeling... he knew now that it wasn't just lust, it was love. He loved Patrick Jane, and unlike some other people he might have recently made such confessions to, Patrick might actually feel something back.
"I've been writing a song about you," he confessed, even though what he'd already been working on seemed so horribly inadequate.
Perfection. Cole's mouth was total perfection, and his skin was right behind it. He bite down on Cole's rough jaw, and his lips traced up to his ear. He wanted to taste every inch of Cole, know everything about him.
He wanted to make Cole his.
He only stopped when Cole confessed to writing a song about him, and he leaned back enough to smile brilliantly. "Really?"
Then he blinked back to his senses. "Yes," he said, "I have. Though suddenly it seems woefully inadequate." Then he grinned. "Mostly, it's a song about temptation."
"Yeah? Well, sing it to me?" He said trailing his lips across Cole's throat, briefly, before arching an eyebrow at him with a mischievous smile. "Please?"
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"All right - let's get the day ..." His eyes locked on Cole's, and his words died in his throat.
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Those eyes. Yes, he'd known that Patrick's eyes were gorgeous, but today they were like the brightest blue of any sky he'd ever seen.
He suddenly found himself wishing that Daniel Jackson would mysteriously drop dead. Though to his credit, he felt guilty immediately.
He licked his lips, finding his throat suddenly dry, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Would you hand me some clothes, darling?" he asked.
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He wet his lips, and moved further into the room, keeping his gaze on Cole. "...Clothes? Clothes. Yes. What would you want?" His lips curved up. "For clothing."
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"You do something to me, something that simply mystifies me... tell me, why should it be, you have the power to hypnotize me..."
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And stopped, at the song, his fingers gripping the cloth. He turned, slowly, and looked at Cole, breathing sharply. "You know what your music does to me."
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True, he'd had fantasies about the lovely man before, but now... he almost didn't care about the sex, but he had the overpowering urge to just hold him, slide his hands over his skin, inhale his scent...
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"Would you like me to show you?"
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The only thing he might possibly want more right now was to get to a piano so that he could write a song about Patrick.
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He leaned into Cole, lips parting. "How could I want anyone, but you?"
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"I feel exactly the same way," Cole said softly, feeling Patrick's breath against his skin. "And here I thought it was voodoo..." He leaned in just enough to close the kiss that was obviously promised, hanging in the air.
Oh sweet Heavens, it was even better than he'd imagined.
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He nipped Cole's mouth, whispering. "Voodoo has nothing to do with. Just ... everything coming clear."
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"I've been writing a song about you," he confessed, even though what he'd already been working on seemed so horribly inadequate.
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He wanted to make Cole his.
He only stopped when Cole confessed to writing a song about him, and he leaned back enough to smile brilliantly. "Really?"
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Then he blinked back to his senses. "Yes," he said, "I have. Though suddenly it seems woefully inadequate." Then he grinned. "Mostly, it's a song about temptation."
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