The Best Things Come From Nowhere (Part 3) || Patrick/Mikey, Pete/Ashlee || NC-17
Part 2
The next weekend, Patrick invited Mikey to come over and watch 80s comedies with him in his room. They started off with Fast Times at Ridgemont High sitting next to each other on Patrick’s bed, leaned back against his headboard. When the movie ended, they were both mostly laying on the bed, their feet rubbing against the each other’s occasionally. By the time they put in Sixteen Candles, they were looking at each other after every good laugh and sharing a quick kiss. Twenty minutes into the movie, Patrick was thinking about maybe going in for something more substantial when his mother walked in, unannounced. To her credit, she looked just as surprised to see them as they did to see her.
“Oh,” she exclaimed, startled. “I thought Mikey had already left.”
Patrick stared blankly back at his mother, too busy thanking the universe that he hadn’t been going at it with Mikey at that moment to respond properly. “No, he’s still here,” he said at last, stating the obvious.
“Hi,” Mikey added, with a wave of his hand as if to emphasize the point.
His mom shrugged, unconcerned, and set the laundry basket she’d carrying down next to his dresser. “Are you spending the night?”
Patrick raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Mikey, inquisitively.
Mikey looked back at Patrick, raising his eyebrows to match. “I can,” he replied slowly. “If you want,” he added. “My mom won’t care.”
“Yes,” Patrick said, turning his attention back to his mother. “He’s spending the night.”
“Okay. Don’t stay up too late,” Patrick’s mother sang as she left the room, looking completely oblivious to the fact that her son and his friend were about to spend the better part of the night fooling around.
Patrick waited a beat after the door closed behind her. “Awesome,” he said loudly , sitting up straight in the bed. “This is awesome. You can spend the night.” He marveled at the idea, having never entertained the thought before.
“Yeah,” Mikey chuckled. “And you can spend the night at my house, too, when you want.”
Patrick felt guilty in some part of his mind, knowing their parents would have no idea what they were up to. Whatever, though. They could always tell them another time that their sons were dating. “That’s... Isn’t that crazy?” he asked, incredulous.
“Well,” Mikey said after some thought. “Probably, yeah. But I’d rather just enjoy it instead of spending too much time thinking about it.”
“Point,” Patrick conceded. “Okay, so let’s just enjoy it.” He settled back down against the mattress, putting his arm out so Mikey could fit into the space between his arm and his chest. Patrick turned his attention back to the movie, where Molly Ringwald was regretting her decision to show up at the school dance.
It took Patrick about thirty seconds before he noticed Mikey watching him intently. When it finally dawned on him, his eyes darted over to where Mikey was gazing at him. “What?” he asked, concerned.
“Are you enjoying this?” Mikey asked, his eyebrows raised.
Patrick furrowed his brow, confused, and looked back at the tv. “Uh, yeah? I mean, I really like this movie. That’s why I own it.” He wasn’t sure if Mikey wanted to watch something else though, so he offered, “I can put in Better Off Dead, though, if you’d rather.”
Mikey laughed softly, and turned over on to his stomach, pushing closer to Patrick’s face. “I mean,” he clarified, “are you enjoying this.” With that, Mikey lowered his mouth to Patrick’s neck and nipped his pale flesh.
“Oh,” Patrick replied, realization slowly sinking in that Mikey was not referring to the movie they had put on. “I would. I mean, I’d like to,” he stammered out, taking in quick breaths as a slow flush spreads over his cheeks and neck.
Mikey raised his face, smiling at Patrick’s reaction. “Is your mom likely to walk back in here without knocking first?”
Patrick glanced over at the door and then back to Mikey. “Uh, no. I don’t think so.” He scrambled off the bed and over to the door. “But just to be safe...” He twisted the lock, just in case.
When Patrick returned to the bed, Mikey was sitting up, watching him with a mischievous look that caused Patrick’s stomach to twist. “What?” he asked.
Mikey smirked. “I’ve been thinking. About some stuff,” he said, keeping it vague.
“Oh?” Patrick asked, his knees feeling weak as he climbed back on the bed.
“Yes,” Mikey nodded.
“What kind of stuff?” His heart was beating faster now, his stomach twisting harder.
Mikey gave an innocent shrug. “Stuff I’d like to do. To you. With you.”
Patrick could feel the flush on his neck spreading down over his chest as his pants began to feel tighter. Reaching down, he adjusted himself. “Uh, who are you and what have you done with Mikey?” he asked, nervously.
“Am I freaking you out?” Mikey laughed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t trying to scare you or anything.”
“No. No, I’m not frightened,” Patrick replied. “It’s just... different.”
“Different good or different bad?” Mikey asked. He must have known the answer, because he leaned forward again and kissed Patrick soft on the lips.
“Good different,” Patrick decided. “Definitely good different. I mean, I like you. Uh, in more than a friends way. In case you hadn’t noticed last week.”
Mikey bit his lip and raised his eyebrows as he nodded. “I did notice. I’ve also been thinking about that a lot. “
“You have?” Patrick replied. He didn’t know why he sounded so surprised. He’d been thinking about it a lot, too - pretty much every night when he went to bed and sometimes in the morning while he showered. “I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about a lot of stuff,” he admitted.
“Like?” The corner of Mikey’s mouth twitched up into that sly smile he gave when he was interested.
“So, I’m a virgin,” Patrick blurted out. “Technically, anyway. I mean, I’ve done stuff, just not... I’ve never had actual sex. Not with a guy. Or a girl, for that matter,” he admitted. “But, you know, I’ve done other stuff.”
Mikey nodded slowly, his half-smile lingering in place. “Yeah, me too. To both not having sex and to doing other stuff.”
“Okay,” Patrick sighed, slightly relieved to know that Mikey wasn’t any more experienced than he was. “So, I was thinking about doing that other stuff,” he said after a time.
Mikey nodded again. “Me too,” he admitted. “I think about what we did a lot and about other stuff.”
“I think about sex, too,” Patrick added. “But... I mean, I’m not...” He grimaced, feeling stupid about turning down the possibility of sex offhand.
“It’s okay,” Mikey rushed in to assure him. “I think it’s kind of soon for that. I mean, there are other things we can do for now. Other stuff.”
“Right,” Patrick agreed. “Stuff.”
They stared at each other another moment before they both dissolved into laughter. “I’m no good at trying to be sexy,” Patrick said, covering his face with his hands. He felt a stinging on his arm and he dropped his hands to stare at Mikey. “Ow!” he cried. “Why’d you hit me!”
“I warned you not to say mean things about yourself,” Mikey reminded him.
“That’s not mean,” Patrick protested. “It’s true!”
Mikey smacked Patrick in the same place on his arm once more, this time causing Patrick to laugh as he grabbed his arm from the pain. “Ouch, stop that!” he laughed.
“You stop it,” Mikey replied defiantly, sticking his tongue out.
“Oh, fuck you,” Patrick chuckled, pushing Mikey down onto the mattress and straddling his hips. He pinned Mikey’s hands to the bed where they laid, over his head, and brought his mouth to Mikey’s for a kiss as he grinded his hips down against Mikey. “I’m not good at trying to be sexy,” Patrick repeated.
Mikey squirmed and strained underneath Patrick, and Patrick could feel through his jeans Mikey was already excited. “Beg to differ,” Mikey said in a breathy voice as he wiggled his hips under Patrick for emphasis.
Patrick kissed Mikey again, sliding his fingers between Mikey’s fingers as he did and keeping his hands pinned down above his head. He rubbed himself over Mikey, trying to feel as much as he could through the two layers of denim and their zippers.
Breaking off the kiss abruptly, Patrick stared down at Mikey, whose face was flushed and was panting openly. Feeling emboldened by the effect he had on Mikey, he said in asked in as steady voice as he could muster, “Can I blow you?”
Patrick had very limited experience with oral sex, only having given it once. It hadn’t lasted terribly long, as he suspected it was the guy’s first time receiving it, but Patrick had enjoyed it. He wanted to listen to the noises Mikey made when his cock was heavy on his tongue, wanted to feel Mikey’s hands tugging on his hair, wanted to taste him.
“Oh god,” Mikey moaned, bucking his hips up ineffectually as Patrick kept his hands and hips pinned to the bed. “Please,” he begged.
Releasing Mikey’s hands, Patrick scooted back and watched as Mikey frantically tugged off his clothes, stripping down to nothing in a matter of seconds. He let his eyes fall over Mikey’s body: the way his collar bones stood out; the lean muscle that stretched over his arms; his flat stomach and the jut of his hip bone; how the swell of his thigh dipped down into his knee.
Patrick moved back on the bed until he was kneeling between Mikey’s knees. He placed his hands on either side of Mikey’s hips and lowered himself to the bed, kissing down Mikey’s abdomen and across the flat of his stomach. Shuffling back farther down the bed, Patrick moved his lips to the inside of Mikey’s thigh, halfway up to his groin. He trailed his kisses slowly upward until he reached the crease of Mikey’s hip and then he switched to the inside of Mikey’s other thigh, repeating the process.
By the time Patrick reached Mikey’s hip a second time, Mikey was lifting his hips off the bed, panting loudly. Patrick wrapped his hand around the base of Mikey’s cock and listened to the strangled moan Mikey fought to hold back. He brought his tongue across the head of Mikey’s cock once, pausing as Mikey let out a whimper, his cock jerking in Patrick’s hand when no other contact came.
Patrick again poked his tongue out and licked a stripe up the underside of Mikey’s cock, then continuing over the head. He ran the tip of his tongue over the slit of Mikey’s dick, tasting his pre-come. Patrick was so hard now his pants were uncomfortable so with his free hand, he unfastened the button on his fly and roughly pushed his jeans down trying to give himself more room to breathe.
Patrick followed the ridge of Mikey’s cock as he swirled his tongue around the head, stopping at the underside and then licking all the way up once more. He puckered his lips together and then brought them to the tip of Mikey’s cock, pressing them against it before parting his lips to gently suck the tip into his mouth.
Mikey made a desperate grunt, his legs tensing as his hips lifted off the bed to meet Mikey’s mouth. Patrick hummed a warning and Mikey twitched in his mouth, but went still. Slowly, Patrick resumed lowering his mouth over Mikey’s cock, taking him in a little at a time until he felt his lips brush against the thumb of the hand that held Mikey.
Pulling back, Patrick kept his lips sealed tight around Mikey, trying to keep as much friction as possible as his tongue pressed against the underside of the shaft. He moved slowly until he reached the head of Mike’s cock and then he slowly took Mikey back in his mouth once more. Down he moved until he met his hand once again and pulled back.
After a few passes, Patrick increased his pace, moving his hand up slightly to meet his mouth as it slid down. He felt Mikey’s fingers sliding into his hair and clutching it, tugging him gently to pull him up and pushing against his head to urge him back down again.
As the spit from his mouth slid down, it created a slick path for Patrick’s palm to travel and he jerked Mikey off with more ease as he bobbed his head up and down faster. He could make out the sound of Mikey spewing a litany of curse words under his breath and it spurred Patrick on to move faster, to tighten his lips more.
His own stomach was tightening from want of being touched and Patrick reached between his legs, taking himself roughly in his hand and jerking erratically with his free hand. It wouldn’t take much, at this point, between the gasps and moans Mikey was emitting to the emphatic tugging on his hair. Patrick was so turned on, his stomach ached for release.
“Patrick,” Mikey managed to squeak out, and Patrick could feel the pulsing in his own stomach as he came in his hand. A moment later, he tasted Mikey on his tongue, swallowing furiously to take in as much as he could.
When Patrick pulled back, he wiped a drip from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and slid the palm of his hand across the sheet to wipe his own come off. Mikey lay still, panting to catch his back, his eyelids fluttering closed.
“Did you?” he managed and Patrick nodded in response. “Fuck,” he murmured. “I wanted to return the favor.”
“You can some other time,” Patrick replied, smiling against Mikey’s neck as he curled up next to him in bed.
Mikey repaid his debt when Patrick awoke at five that morning mid blow job.
***
Three months passed, and Patrick and Mikey continued to see each other. They never made an official statement to their friends about being in a relationship, but they didn’t bother to hide it, either, holding hands and kissing each other in public. To neither of their surprise, their friends were cool with it; after all, they only hung out with cool people.
It had been three months of hand holding and make out sessions and jerk offs and blow jobs when the topic of sex was finally broached.
They had been at another house party, this time thrown by some friends of some friends of Patrick’s. Patrick invited Mikey, who dutifully brought Bob and Ray and Frank in tow. Ashlee was introducing a shell-shocked Bob to Greta (Ray and Frank snickering at him) when Mikey sidled up to Patrick with his fourth cup of beer.
Patrick could tell he was buzzed, that warm, light look Mikey got after he’d had a few drinks. He wasn’t drunk - not stumbling around - but beer-happy and smiling when he leaned in to Patrick’s ear and murmured casually, “I want you to fuck me.”
Patrick promptly choked on the can of Coke he had been sipping from at the time, much to Mikey’s amusement, and when Pete asked him what was wrong, he had to wave his hand and assure him his face was only right red from the heat in the room.
***
They talked about it the rest of the week that followed the party. Patrick had to ask Mikey again, once sober, if he really meant it. After many reassurances, Patrick was persuaded and they discussed the logistics of the matter.
“What if I hurt you?” Patrick worried.
“You won’t,” Mikey replied.
“But what if I do?” He frowned at the idea of Mikey in pain because of something he did to bring him pleasure.
“You won’t,” Mikey insisted.
“How do you know?” Patrick asked, because really, there was no way Mikey could know.
Mikey sighed and rolled his eyes. “Because if it hurt, no one would do it. And yet? It’s not an uncommon thing,” he replied.
“But...” Patrick slumped his shoulders.
Mikey sighed and gave Patrick a reassuring smile. “Look,” he started. “I’ve been preparing, okay? It’ll be fine.”
Patrick’s eyes went wide as he tried to figure out what Mikey was saying. “What do you mean you’ve been preparing?” he asked when he couldn’t work out the answer himself.
Mikey reached under his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ve been doing it to myself, okay?” he mumbled. “Fingering myself.”
“Oh.” Patrick could feel his face going inexplicably red. “Oh, okay. And it’s... you’re okay with doing that?” he asked, cautiously.
Mikey lowered his hand and looked Patrick in the eyes, giving him a firm nod. “Look, I wouldn’t ask you to do it if I didn’t enjoy it. Please, don’t worry.”
“Alright,” Patrick replied, trying to relax the tension he felt in his shoulders. “Still might hurt.”
“We can just try?” Mikey replied. “We can stop if it’s bad, okay?” He looked at Patrick with pleading eyes, and Patrick agreed.
They picked a weekend night when Mikey’s parents were gone, and Patrick spent the night. They figured more time would keep them from feeling as rushed, and an empty house was just one step away from a hotel room.
Alone in Mikey's room, Patrick got a second wave of nerves as he thought about what they were about to do. He fumbled with the buckle of his belt as he undressed, his hands shaking.
Mikey eyed Patrick and gave him a soothing look. "Hey, we don't have to do this if you don't want to," he assured him. "I don't want you to be upset over it."
Patrick shook his head quickly in response. "No, I do want to do it. I really do," he insisted. "It's not like I haven't thought about it. I've thought about it a lot. I just..." He shrugged, looking away. "I seriously am afraid it's going to hurt you."
Mikey leaned in and gave Patrick a soft kiss on the cheek. "You're very sweet," he said. "But I'm not going to break. Please trust me, Patrick." Mikey kissed him again, this time on the lips. "I want this. I want you."
Patrick took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, willing himself to relax as he pulled his shirt off, knocking his glasses askew in the process. "Oh, oops," he tittered. "I guess I forgot to take these off."
Mikey reached out and took Patrick's glasses from him, setting them down on his dresser and then placing his own glasses beside them. His movements were slow and deliberate, and it reassured Patrick that he had thought things through and really wanted this.
Patrick watched as Mikey tugged his shirt off and peeled himself out of his jeans. Mikey then began working on the clasp of Mikey's belt, helping to get Patrick the rest of the way out of his own clothes. Taking Patrick by the hand, Mikey led him to the bed and sat down, swinging his feet on to the mattress and laying back.
Patrick got on the bed beside Mikey, laying on his side and gingerly stroking his fingers over Mikey's chest. Mikey reached over and grabbed the tube of KY Jelly he'd bought, handing it over to Patrick as he slid off his briefs. "Here," he said softly. "For whenever you feel ready."
Bringing his face down to meet Mikey's, Patrick kissed him slowly, his tongue entering Mike's mouth and exploring it. His fingers continued to brush down over Mikey's torso, following over the peak of his ribs and then down to the valley of his stomach, and he felt Mikey suck in his stomach with a slight shiver at the touch.
As his fingers brushed across hair, Patrick pulled back and looked down at Mikey, who smiled up at him. He got up and scooted down to reposition himself between Mikey's legs. Squeezing an ample amount of lube into the palm of his hand, Patrick proceeded to work it over his index and middle finger of his right hand.
"Ready?" Patrick asked, watching Mikey's face. Mikey sucked in a breath and kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he nodded, pulling his legs up and apart to give Patrick access.
Patrick followed the line of Mikey's ass with one lubed finger, finding his hole and pressing in ever so slightly. He stared at Mikey to see if there was any sort of negative response, but Mikey kept his expression neutral, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling.
"You okay?" Patrick asked, pausing.
Mikey nodded his head emphatically. "I'm fine," he assured Patrick. "I can barely feel that."
Satisfied, Patrick pushed his fingertip in a little farther, finding less resistance than he expected once he pushed past the initial ring of muscle. Mikey was tight, but not rigidly so, and Patrick relaxed slightly.
"You can go faster," Mikey offered.
Patrick dropped his head, laughing weakly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he replied. "You're getting bored waiting for me to have sex with you. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Mikey stated. "Do what you need to do, but I'm okay."
Patrick pushed his index finger in farther, until it was completely inside Mikey. He slid it back out and then pushed back in, trying to angle around to find room for a second finger. Once his index finger moved easily in and out, Patrick looked back to Mikey.
"You still good? Should I add another?" he wondered.
"Please?" Mikey said in a quiet voice. He sounded needy, which took away any of Patrick's remaining doubts.
Sliding two fingers inside was a different sensation, feeling Mikey tighter around him. Mikey shifted his position, and Patrick stopped with his fingers in up to his first knuckle.
"Bad?" he asked, worried that he was hurting Mikey.
"No," Mikey replied. "Just different. Needed to get in a better position is all." When Patrick didn't continue immediately, he added, "I'm good now. Keep going."
Patrick pressed his fingers deeper into Mikey, feeling the stretch of the muscle around them. Mikey let out a slow breath as Patrick pushed in completely, nodding his head as if to tell Patrick to keep going.
He withdrew his fingers almost completely before pressing in again, repeating the process. Once Mikey felt like he could handle that girth, Patrick twisted his wrist and pressed up, trying to find Mikey's spot.
"Mmph," Mikey grunted, raising his hips from the bed.
"Sorry," Patrick replied, stopping immediately. "Did that hurt?"
Mikey winced slightly. "No," he replied in a higher pitched voice. "Not hurt, just felt kind of... different," he replied. "I'm good, Patrick. Please don't stop."
Patrick turned his wrist back and Mikey let out a ragged breath. "Should I try another finger?" he wondered after fingering Mikey for a moment.
"You can," Mikey agreed. He pulled his feet up higher on the bed until they were right beneath his ass.
Patrick completely withdrew his fingers from Mikey, who gasped at the loss. Spreading more lube over his fingers, Patrick tried to press in with three fingers. This time, Mikey made a definite face.
"What's wrong?" Patrick asked, stopping.
Mikey shook his head again. "It's just different," he repeated. "I've never done three myself."
Patrick looked down at his hand where his three fingers were grouped together. They didn't look like all that much compared to what it would be like when they were having sex and Patrick immediately considered stopping.
Mikey must have been able to read the look on Patrick's face because he kicked one leg at Patrick. "Hey," he said, getting Patrick's attention. "Don't back out on me. I've wanted this for a while now." He sucked in a deep breath and then let it out unsteadily. "Maybe if you can distract me with something else?" he suggested.
"Oh. Right." Patrick took Mikey in his other hand, holding his semi-hard cock as he leaned forward and sucked the head into his mouth. Mikey moaned and Patrick could feel his cock becoming more erect in his mouth. Encouraged, he opened his mouth wider to take more in as he gently worked his three fingers in Mikey's ass.
He pressed in just a fraction at a time before pausing, all the while working Mikey's cock over with his mouth. When he'd gotten up to his second knuckle, Patrick pulled off.
"How is it?" he asked as he noticed Mikey breathing heavy and more ragged.
"Good," Mikey replied, his voice raspy. "It's good. Please don't stop," he begged.
Patrick quickly leaned down again and drew Mikey in his mouth once more. Mikey was groaning and squirming on the bed as Patrick pressed his fingers in more, the junction where all three met getting exponentially wider at that point. He hummed as he worked his mouth over Mikey, trying to distract from the stretched feeling Mikey must have been experiencing.
When he'd worked his fingers inside of Mikey completely, Patrick twisted his hand, trying to stretch the muscles enough to accommodate him. Mikey grunted and squirmed before panting Patrick's name.
Patrick pulled back, his mouth coming off Mikey with a loud pop. "You okay?" he asked.
"I think you should just do it," Mikey said through gritted teeth.
Patrick looked warily at him. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, seeing as Mikey looked to be in some pain.
"Yes," Mikey hissed. "Just please, Patrick."
Patrick pulled his fingers out and Mikey exhaled sharply, panting as he looked down to watch Patrick coat himself with lube. "Okay," Patrick said after stroking himself a few times. He maneuvered in between Mikey's legs and lowered himself down on top of Mikey.
Rubbing the head of his cock down the crack of Mikey's ass, Patrick found his hole and positioned himself against it. Mikey raised his knees up bringing his feet off the bed to give Patrick better access before Patrick held himself with one hand as he pushed forward, guiding his cock inside of Mikey.
The feeling was hotter and tighter than Patrick had expected. He figured it was because his fingers were nowhere near as sensitive, but it still didn't prepare him for this. "Mikey," he gasped. He wanted to slam into Mikey hard and it took everything he had to stop himself to allow Mikey to adjust to the feeling.
"I'm okay," Mikey grunted. "Go, just go," he urged and Patrick pushed forward once more, slowly sliding inside, muscle gripping tight around him. He was moving in as slow as he could force himself to go without stopping completely. When he was about halfway inside, Mikey made a face and Patrick stopped short.
"Move," Mikey instructed Patrick.
Patrick hesitated. "Mikey, if I move too much I'm going to come," he admitted.
"It's okay. Just please," Mikey hissed, his eyes squeezed closed tight.
Patrick pushed in as far as he could and then pulled back, trying to go slow so he wouldn't finish too quickly. He gasped again at the sensation, the transition from hot to cool and from the friction against his cock. "Mikey, fuck, Mikey," he warned, his eyes closing. "Mikey, it's so good, I can't..." He jerked his hips in slight, quick movements in and out, his instinct taking over.
Patrick felt his stomach clench, and before he could stop moving inside Mikey, he was coming, his body twitching with each contraction. When he was finished, he pulled out of Mikey, falling beside him, one trembling hand covering his eyes.
He was overwhelmed with a mixture of feelings: embarrassment at how fast it had ended; worry that he had hurt Mikey; disappointment that he hadn't made Mikey feel good in the process; elation from the feeling of an orgasm thrumming through his body; and an all-encompassing feeling of contentment.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, bringing his hand from his face and burying himself against Mikey's neck. He held Mikey tight in his arms. "I love you so much."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he was overcome by the desire to take him back. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "Oh fucking hell." He rolled way from Mikey and pulled a pillow over his face.
"Patrick?" Mikey said gently, putting his hand on Patrick's chest. "Patrick, what's wrong?"
"I am such an idiot," Patrick grumbled from beneath the pillow before casting it aside. "I can't believe I just did that. How cliché." He closed his eyes, shaking his head as Mikey stared at him, confused.
"Seriously, Patrick. I don't understand what's going on." Mikey chewed on his lip, looking at Patrick with worry.
Turning his head, Patrick looked squarely at Mikey. "Well? I just gave you a shitty first time and then I blurted out that I love you. It's pretty much the cheesiest, most cliché experience in the world," he sighed. "I'm so sorry, Mikey. I wanted your first time to be great and I wanted to tell you that I love you in some way... much less horrifyingly embarrassing."
Mikey was silent for a moment, looking down at where his hand ran over Patrick's chest. "I don't think it's horrifyingly embarrassing," he said at last. "I think it's... I think it's sweet and... wonderful." He smiled at Patrick in that way he did where his mouth barely moved but his happiness seemed most genuine. "And as for my first time, it was fine. I didn't expect it to last that long. Honestly."
Patrick frowned up at Mikey and exhaled sharply. "It's still disappointing," he sighed.
"Not really," Mikey replied with a half shrug. "It's not like we won't do it again."
Patrick gave a bitter laugh. "Uh, that didn't seem like it was too great for you. You want to do it again?" he asked, incredulous.
"Yeah," Mikey replied matter-of-factly. "Whenever you're ready to."
Blinking up at Mikey, Patrick let out a laugh. "You're serious?" he asked.
Mikey narrowed his eyes, looking confused. "Of course, I'm serious. Why wouldn't I be?" He nudged Patrick. "Really. It was starting to feel... better. Good, even."
“It was starting to feel good?” Patrick repeated. At Mikey’s nod, he felt a stirring in his gut. “Come here,” he murmured, pulling Mikey down to him for a kiss.
Mikey traced his fingers over Patrick’s chest, pinching his nipple until it was hard. Lowering his mouth to the nub of flesh, Mikey caught it between his teeth and tugged gently, causing Patrick to moan.
Wrapping his arm securely around Mikey’s waist, Patrick flipped him over and on to the mattress. “I think I’m ready,” he grinned, pushing Mikey’s legs apart.
Patrick repositioned himself against Mikey's ass and, his cock hard once again, entered him. He slid in more easily than he had the first time, Mikey's muscles still stretched out. It still felt incredible to be inside Mikey and to feel Mikey around him, but having just gotten off, Patrick wasn't nearly as sensitive this time.
"Is this okay?" Patrick asked softly, moving slowly and deliberately in and out of Mikey.
Mikey nodded his head decisively. "It's good," he assured Patrick, his eyes closed. "It feels good. Maybe if my legs are up a little," he offered, pulling his knees up closer to his chest.
Scooting up to more of a kneeling position, Patrick pushed Mikey's legs up, pressing his knees down toward his chest. "Like this?" he asked, balancing himself with his hands placed on the backs of Mikey's knees.
Mikey gasped, and Patrick could see Mikey's cock twitch as he pushed in again. "Yes, like that," Mikey said in a strained voice. "Just like that, right there." He reached down with one hand to stroke himself, but Patrick caught his hand.
"I've got it," he assured Mikey, taking a firm grip on his cock and stroking up and down.
Mikey made a strangled noise, his head arching back to expose his long neck. Patrick kept thrusting into Mikey, making careful movements in and out and trying to keep at the same angle that caused Mikey to shudder and moan.
"Fuck, Patrick," Mikey gasped as Patrick increased the speed of his hand on Mikey's cock to match the increasing speed of his thrusts. "Harder, please," he begged.
Patrick's gut twisted upon hearing Mikey ask for more, so obviously enjoying it this time. He pushed faster and harder into Mikey, his hips bumping against Mikey’s with each faster thrust. Mikey's breathing had become faster and heavier and he was making a high whining noise like he was about to lose it.
"Are you close?" Patrick asked and Mikey nodded his head quickly.
"So close, so close," he moaned. His mouth fell open as he arched his neck back, and Patrick felt the warmth of Mikey's come in his hand as he reached his release. Patrick kept stroking his cock until he was finished.
Patrick released Mikey from his grip and leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Mikey as he slammed into Mikey, his own orgasm building low in his gut. He reached the point he knew he couldn't stop and he closed his eyes, enjoying the blissful moment of pleasure that came before everything exploded, coming in waves.
When he was finished, Patrick lowered himself on to Mikey, melting against his body before pulling out.
“That was amazing,” Mikey murmured into Patrick’s hair and Patrick could only manage to hum an affirmative response, his limbs feeling heavy and light at the same time as the aftershocks of his orgasm continued to pulse through his body.
They lay together for a time, neither saying anything. When the sweat and come between them started to feel uncomfortable, Patrick rolled off Mikey, reaching over for the tissue box to clean his boyfriend up.
Mikey lay there, smiling up at Patrick as he dabbed up the mess before tossing the tissues away. “Hey,” he said at last to get Patrick’s attention.
“Hey,” Patrick answered looking down at Mikey and stroking the hair back away from his face.
Mikey looked up a moment before returning his eyes to meet Patrick’s gaze. “I hope you don’t still feel awkward about earlier,” he said. “You know, about saying you love me?”
Patrick grimaced at being reminded of it, hoping that it could have been one of those things that was forgotten, but knowing that once something like that was said, it couldn’t be taken back. “It’s not that I don’t mean it,” Patrick tried to explain. “I do. I’ve known for a while now that I do. I just didn’t want to say it like that.”
Mikey reached up and covered Patrick’s mouth with the palm of his hand. “You don‘t need to explain,” he assured Patrick. “I know you love me.” His mouth twitched up slightly at the corner. “And I know I love you, too.” Taking Patrick by the arm, Mikey guided him down to the bed, maneuvering himself so he lay on Patrick’s chest. “So don’t feel awkward,” he said again.
Patrick smiled wide as he closed his eyes to fall asleep with Mikey in his arms. “I won’t,” he promised.
***
A Star Wars marathon, while an awesome concept, involved a lot of sitting and Patrick figured no one could fault him for letting his eyes close when the rebels landed on Endor. When he drifted back into consciousness, he was slumped against the back of the couch next to Mikey, their heads leaned together. His neck was at an awkward angle and the room was quiet, save for familiar voices.
“They look so happy,” Ashlee said. “I don’t want to disturb them.”
“So don’t disturb them,” Pete replied, his voice low. “Let’s take advantage of the situation, if you know what I mean.”
“Do not take advantage of the situation,” Patrick warned in an expressionless voice, his eyes still closed. “I don’t want Mikey to wake up and see you and be scarred for life.”
Patrick felt Mikey lift his head from where it was resting on top of Patrick’s and Patrick opened his eyes to watch as his boyfriend stretched his arms above his head, arching his back. “I’ve been awake for about a half an hour,” Mikey yawned. “Luke and Vader’s battle woke me up.” He turned to Patrick and gave him a warm smile. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Patrick replied, blinking back at Mikey. “You’ve been awake? You didn’t have to stay in this position with me. I bet your neck is stiff.” Reaching up, Patrick placed a hand on the back of Mikey’s neck, massaging it as Mikey tipped his head back and hummed in pleasure.
“It was comfortable,” Mikey reassured him. “And I didn’t want to wake you up,” he added. Looking over to where Pete and Ashlee sat on the other end of the couch, Mikey smirked. “Besides, I was listening to their conversation.”
Patrick looked from Mikey over to where Pete and Ashlee were staring at him. “What? What were they saying?”
“Nothing bad!” Pete insisted. “Just-“
“Just how we’re good together,” Mikey said, cutting Pete off. “And Pete’s really happy because you’re happy.” Leaning in, Mikey pressed a soft kiss against Patrick’s cheek.
Ashlee beamed over at them and then back to Pete. “See? This is much better now that we’re double dating,” she said as she leaned in to kiss Pete. “It’s not awkward anymore.”
“Nope,” Patrick decided, getting up from his seat and offering a hand up to help Mikey. “Still awkward. Less awkward, but still awkward.” He pulled Mikey to his feet and gave a wave. “I think we’ll be taking off now. Have fun. Make out. Do... whatever it is you two do. I’d like to be alone with my boyfriend for a while so we can do what it is that we do. In private.”
Mikey chuckled as he followed along after Patrick, giving a wave back at Pete and Ashlee as he took Patrick’s hand.
“Hey,” Pete called out after them. Patrick paused as he reached the door and looked back. “Remember when you told me you didn’t want to date someone just to date them?” he continued. “You wanted to find the right person?”
Patrick furrowed his brow in thought. “Sort of?” he replied.
Pete smiled and nodded. “I knew you found the right person that day at the record store. It just took you a little longer to figure it out.”
Patrick glanced over to Mikey and gave an embarrassed smile. “Cuz I’m kind of slow sometimes.”
Without missing a beat, Mikey punched Patrick lightly in the arm.
“Ow,” Patrick laughed as he opened the door.
“Popeye,” Mikey reminded him, following him out.
The next weekend, Patrick invited Mikey to come over and watch 80s comedies with him in his room. They started off with Fast Times at Ridgemont High sitting next to each other on Patrick’s bed, leaned back against his headboard. When the movie ended, they were both mostly laying on the bed, their feet rubbing against the each other’s occasionally. By the time they put in Sixteen Candles, they were looking at each other after every good laugh and sharing a quick kiss. Twenty minutes into the movie, Patrick was thinking about maybe going in for something more substantial when his mother walked in, unannounced. To her credit, she looked just as surprised to see them as they did to see her.
“Oh,” she exclaimed, startled. “I thought Mikey had already left.”
Patrick stared blankly back at his mother, too busy thanking the universe that he hadn’t been going at it with Mikey at that moment to respond properly. “No, he’s still here,” he said at last, stating the obvious.
“Hi,” Mikey added, with a wave of his hand as if to emphasize the point.
His mom shrugged, unconcerned, and set the laundry basket she’d carrying down next to his dresser. “Are you spending the night?”
Patrick raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Mikey, inquisitively.
Mikey looked back at Patrick, raising his eyebrows to match. “I can,” he replied slowly. “If you want,” he added. “My mom won’t care.”
“Yes,” Patrick said, turning his attention back to his mother. “He’s spending the night.”
“Okay. Don’t stay up too late,” Patrick’s mother sang as she left the room, looking completely oblivious to the fact that her son and his friend were about to spend the better part of the night fooling around.
Patrick waited a beat after the door closed behind her. “Awesome,” he said loudly , sitting up straight in the bed. “This is awesome. You can spend the night.” He marveled at the idea, having never entertained the thought before.
“Yeah,” Mikey chuckled. “And you can spend the night at my house, too, when you want.”
Patrick felt guilty in some part of his mind, knowing their parents would have no idea what they were up to. Whatever, though. They could always tell them another time that their sons were dating. “That’s... Isn’t that crazy?” he asked, incredulous.
“Well,” Mikey said after some thought. “Probably, yeah. But I’d rather just enjoy it instead of spending too much time thinking about it.”
“Point,” Patrick conceded. “Okay, so let’s just enjoy it.” He settled back down against the mattress, putting his arm out so Mikey could fit into the space between his arm and his chest. Patrick turned his attention back to the movie, where Molly Ringwald was regretting her decision to show up at the school dance.
It took Patrick about thirty seconds before he noticed Mikey watching him intently. When it finally dawned on him, his eyes darted over to where Mikey was gazing at him. “What?” he asked, concerned.
“Are you enjoying this?” Mikey asked, his eyebrows raised.
Patrick furrowed his brow, confused, and looked back at the tv. “Uh, yeah? I mean, I really like this movie. That’s why I own it.” He wasn’t sure if Mikey wanted to watch something else though, so he offered, “I can put in Better Off Dead, though, if you’d rather.”
Mikey laughed softly, and turned over on to his stomach, pushing closer to Patrick’s face. “I mean,” he clarified, “are you enjoying this.” With that, Mikey lowered his mouth to Patrick’s neck and nipped his pale flesh.
“Oh,” Patrick replied, realization slowly sinking in that Mikey was not referring to the movie they had put on. “I would. I mean, I’d like to,” he stammered out, taking in quick breaths as a slow flush spreads over his cheeks and neck.
Mikey raised his face, smiling at Patrick’s reaction. “Is your mom likely to walk back in here without knocking first?”
Patrick glanced over at the door and then back to Mikey. “Uh, no. I don’t think so.” He scrambled off the bed and over to the door. “But just to be safe...” He twisted the lock, just in case.
When Patrick returned to the bed, Mikey was sitting up, watching him with a mischievous look that caused Patrick’s stomach to twist. “What?” he asked.
Mikey smirked. “I’ve been thinking. About some stuff,” he said, keeping it vague.
“Oh?” Patrick asked, his knees feeling weak as he climbed back on the bed.
“Yes,” Mikey nodded.
“What kind of stuff?” His heart was beating faster now, his stomach twisting harder.
Mikey gave an innocent shrug. “Stuff I’d like to do. To you. With you.”
Patrick could feel the flush on his neck spreading down over his chest as his pants began to feel tighter. Reaching down, he adjusted himself. “Uh, who are you and what have you done with Mikey?” he asked, nervously.
“Am I freaking you out?” Mikey laughed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t trying to scare you or anything.”
“No. No, I’m not frightened,” Patrick replied. “It’s just... different.”
“Different good or different bad?” Mikey asked. He must have known the answer, because he leaned forward again and kissed Patrick soft on the lips.
“Good different,” Patrick decided. “Definitely good different. I mean, I like you. Uh, in more than a friends way. In case you hadn’t noticed last week.”
Mikey bit his lip and raised his eyebrows as he nodded. “I did notice. I’ve also been thinking about that a lot. “
“You have?” Patrick replied. He didn’t know why he sounded so surprised. He’d been thinking about it a lot, too - pretty much every night when he went to bed and sometimes in the morning while he showered. “I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about a lot of stuff,” he admitted.
“Like?” The corner of Mikey’s mouth twitched up into that sly smile he gave when he was interested.
“So, I’m a virgin,” Patrick blurted out. “Technically, anyway. I mean, I’ve done stuff, just not... I’ve never had actual sex. Not with a guy. Or a girl, for that matter,” he admitted. “But, you know, I’ve done other stuff.”
Mikey nodded slowly, his half-smile lingering in place. “Yeah, me too. To both not having sex and to doing other stuff.”
“Okay,” Patrick sighed, slightly relieved to know that Mikey wasn’t any more experienced than he was. “So, I was thinking about doing that other stuff,” he said after a time.
Mikey nodded again. “Me too,” he admitted. “I think about what we did a lot and about other stuff.”
“I think about sex, too,” Patrick added. “But... I mean, I’m not...” He grimaced, feeling stupid about turning down the possibility of sex offhand.
“It’s okay,” Mikey rushed in to assure him. “I think it’s kind of soon for that. I mean, there are other things we can do for now. Other stuff.”
“Right,” Patrick agreed. “Stuff.”
They stared at each other another moment before they both dissolved into laughter. “I’m no good at trying to be sexy,” Patrick said, covering his face with his hands. He felt a stinging on his arm and he dropped his hands to stare at Mikey. “Ow!” he cried. “Why’d you hit me!”
“I warned you not to say mean things about yourself,” Mikey reminded him.
“That’s not mean,” Patrick protested. “It’s true!”
Mikey smacked Patrick in the same place on his arm once more, this time causing Patrick to laugh as he grabbed his arm from the pain. “Ouch, stop that!” he laughed.
“You stop it,” Mikey replied defiantly, sticking his tongue out.
“Oh, fuck you,” Patrick chuckled, pushing Mikey down onto the mattress and straddling his hips. He pinned Mikey’s hands to the bed where they laid, over his head, and brought his mouth to Mikey’s for a kiss as he grinded his hips down against Mikey. “I’m not good at trying to be sexy,” Patrick repeated.
Mikey squirmed and strained underneath Patrick, and Patrick could feel through his jeans Mikey was already excited. “Beg to differ,” Mikey said in a breathy voice as he wiggled his hips under Patrick for emphasis.
Patrick kissed Mikey again, sliding his fingers between Mikey’s fingers as he did and keeping his hands pinned down above his head. He rubbed himself over Mikey, trying to feel as much as he could through the two layers of denim and their zippers.
Breaking off the kiss abruptly, Patrick stared down at Mikey, whose face was flushed and was panting openly. Feeling emboldened by the effect he had on Mikey, he said in asked in as steady voice as he could muster, “Can I blow you?”
Patrick had very limited experience with oral sex, only having given it once. It hadn’t lasted terribly long, as he suspected it was the guy’s first time receiving it, but Patrick had enjoyed it. He wanted to listen to the noises Mikey made when his cock was heavy on his tongue, wanted to feel Mikey’s hands tugging on his hair, wanted to taste him.
“Oh god,” Mikey moaned, bucking his hips up ineffectually as Patrick kept his hands and hips pinned to the bed. “Please,” he begged.
Releasing Mikey’s hands, Patrick scooted back and watched as Mikey frantically tugged off his clothes, stripping down to nothing in a matter of seconds. He let his eyes fall over Mikey’s body: the way his collar bones stood out; the lean muscle that stretched over his arms; his flat stomach and the jut of his hip bone; how the swell of his thigh dipped down into his knee.
Patrick moved back on the bed until he was kneeling between Mikey’s knees. He placed his hands on either side of Mikey’s hips and lowered himself to the bed, kissing down Mikey’s abdomen and across the flat of his stomach. Shuffling back farther down the bed, Patrick moved his lips to the inside of Mikey’s thigh, halfway up to his groin. He trailed his kisses slowly upward until he reached the crease of Mikey’s hip and then he switched to the inside of Mikey’s other thigh, repeating the process.
By the time Patrick reached Mikey’s hip a second time, Mikey was lifting his hips off the bed, panting loudly. Patrick wrapped his hand around the base of Mikey’s cock and listened to the strangled moan Mikey fought to hold back. He brought his tongue across the head of Mikey’s cock once, pausing as Mikey let out a whimper, his cock jerking in Patrick’s hand when no other contact came.
Patrick again poked his tongue out and licked a stripe up the underside of Mikey’s cock, then continuing over the head. He ran the tip of his tongue over the slit of Mikey’s dick, tasting his pre-come. Patrick was so hard now his pants were uncomfortable so with his free hand, he unfastened the button on his fly and roughly pushed his jeans down trying to give himself more room to breathe.
Patrick followed the ridge of Mikey’s cock as he swirled his tongue around the head, stopping at the underside and then licking all the way up once more. He puckered his lips together and then brought them to the tip of Mikey’s cock, pressing them against it before parting his lips to gently suck the tip into his mouth.
Mikey made a desperate grunt, his legs tensing as his hips lifted off the bed to meet Mikey’s mouth. Patrick hummed a warning and Mikey twitched in his mouth, but went still. Slowly, Patrick resumed lowering his mouth over Mikey’s cock, taking him in a little at a time until he felt his lips brush against the thumb of the hand that held Mikey.
Pulling back, Patrick kept his lips sealed tight around Mikey, trying to keep as much friction as possible as his tongue pressed against the underside of the shaft. He moved slowly until he reached the head of Mike’s cock and then he slowly took Mikey back in his mouth once more. Down he moved until he met his hand once again and pulled back.
After a few passes, Patrick increased his pace, moving his hand up slightly to meet his mouth as it slid down. He felt Mikey’s fingers sliding into his hair and clutching it, tugging him gently to pull him up and pushing against his head to urge him back down again.
As the spit from his mouth slid down, it created a slick path for Patrick’s palm to travel and he jerked Mikey off with more ease as he bobbed his head up and down faster. He could make out the sound of Mikey spewing a litany of curse words under his breath and it spurred Patrick on to move faster, to tighten his lips more.
His own stomach was tightening from want of being touched and Patrick reached between his legs, taking himself roughly in his hand and jerking erratically with his free hand. It wouldn’t take much, at this point, between the gasps and moans Mikey was emitting to the emphatic tugging on his hair. Patrick was so turned on, his stomach ached for release.
“Patrick,” Mikey managed to squeak out, and Patrick could feel the pulsing in his own stomach as he came in his hand. A moment later, he tasted Mikey on his tongue, swallowing furiously to take in as much as he could.
When Patrick pulled back, he wiped a drip from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and slid the palm of his hand across the sheet to wipe his own come off. Mikey lay still, panting to catch his back, his eyelids fluttering closed.
“Did you?” he managed and Patrick nodded in response. “Fuck,” he murmured. “I wanted to return the favor.”
“You can some other time,” Patrick replied, smiling against Mikey’s neck as he curled up next to him in bed.
Mikey repaid his debt when Patrick awoke at five that morning mid blow job.
***
Three months passed, and Patrick and Mikey continued to see each other. They never made an official statement to their friends about being in a relationship, but they didn’t bother to hide it, either, holding hands and kissing each other in public. To neither of their surprise, their friends were cool with it; after all, they only hung out with cool people.
It had been three months of hand holding and make out sessions and jerk offs and blow jobs when the topic of sex was finally broached.
They had been at another house party, this time thrown by some friends of some friends of Patrick’s. Patrick invited Mikey, who dutifully brought Bob and Ray and Frank in tow. Ashlee was introducing a shell-shocked Bob to Greta (Ray and Frank snickering at him) when Mikey sidled up to Patrick with his fourth cup of beer.
Patrick could tell he was buzzed, that warm, light look Mikey got after he’d had a few drinks. He wasn’t drunk - not stumbling around - but beer-happy and smiling when he leaned in to Patrick’s ear and murmured casually, “I want you to fuck me.”
Patrick promptly choked on the can of Coke he had been sipping from at the time, much to Mikey’s amusement, and when Pete asked him what was wrong, he had to wave his hand and assure him his face was only right red from the heat in the room.
***
They talked about it the rest of the week that followed the party. Patrick had to ask Mikey again, once sober, if he really meant it. After many reassurances, Patrick was persuaded and they discussed the logistics of the matter.
“What if I hurt you?” Patrick worried.
“You won’t,” Mikey replied.
“But what if I do?” He frowned at the idea of Mikey in pain because of something he did to bring him pleasure.
“You won’t,” Mikey insisted.
“How do you know?” Patrick asked, because really, there was no way Mikey could know.
Mikey sighed and rolled his eyes. “Because if it hurt, no one would do it. And yet? It’s not an uncommon thing,” he replied.
“But...” Patrick slumped his shoulders.
Mikey sighed and gave Patrick a reassuring smile. “Look,” he started. “I’ve been preparing, okay? It’ll be fine.”
Patrick’s eyes went wide as he tried to figure out what Mikey was saying. “What do you mean you’ve been preparing?” he asked when he couldn’t work out the answer himself.
Mikey reached under his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ve been doing it to myself, okay?” he mumbled. “Fingering myself.”
“Oh.” Patrick could feel his face going inexplicably red. “Oh, okay. And it’s... you’re okay with doing that?” he asked, cautiously.
Mikey lowered his hand and looked Patrick in the eyes, giving him a firm nod. “Look, I wouldn’t ask you to do it if I didn’t enjoy it. Please, don’t worry.”
“Alright,” Patrick replied, trying to relax the tension he felt in his shoulders. “Still might hurt.”
“We can just try?” Mikey replied. “We can stop if it’s bad, okay?” He looked at Patrick with pleading eyes, and Patrick agreed.
They picked a weekend night when Mikey’s parents were gone, and Patrick spent the night. They figured more time would keep them from feeling as rushed, and an empty house was just one step away from a hotel room.
Alone in Mikey's room, Patrick got a second wave of nerves as he thought about what they were about to do. He fumbled with the buckle of his belt as he undressed, his hands shaking.
Mikey eyed Patrick and gave him a soothing look. "Hey, we don't have to do this if you don't want to," he assured him. "I don't want you to be upset over it."
Patrick shook his head quickly in response. "No, I do want to do it. I really do," he insisted. "It's not like I haven't thought about it. I've thought about it a lot. I just..." He shrugged, looking away. "I seriously am afraid it's going to hurt you."
Mikey leaned in and gave Patrick a soft kiss on the cheek. "You're very sweet," he said. "But I'm not going to break. Please trust me, Patrick." Mikey kissed him again, this time on the lips. "I want this. I want you."
Patrick took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, willing himself to relax as he pulled his shirt off, knocking his glasses askew in the process. "Oh, oops," he tittered. "I guess I forgot to take these off."
Mikey reached out and took Patrick's glasses from him, setting them down on his dresser and then placing his own glasses beside them. His movements were slow and deliberate, and it reassured Patrick that he had thought things through and really wanted this.
Patrick watched as Mikey tugged his shirt off and peeled himself out of his jeans. Mikey then began working on the clasp of Mikey's belt, helping to get Patrick the rest of the way out of his own clothes. Taking Patrick by the hand, Mikey led him to the bed and sat down, swinging his feet on to the mattress and laying back.
Patrick got on the bed beside Mikey, laying on his side and gingerly stroking his fingers over Mikey's chest. Mikey reached over and grabbed the tube of KY Jelly he'd bought, handing it over to Patrick as he slid off his briefs. "Here," he said softly. "For whenever you feel ready."
Bringing his face down to meet Mikey's, Patrick kissed him slowly, his tongue entering Mike's mouth and exploring it. His fingers continued to brush down over Mikey's torso, following over the peak of his ribs and then down to the valley of his stomach, and he felt Mikey suck in his stomach with a slight shiver at the touch.
As his fingers brushed across hair, Patrick pulled back and looked down at Mikey, who smiled up at him. He got up and scooted down to reposition himself between Mikey's legs. Squeezing an ample amount of lube into the palm of his hand, Patrick proceeded to work it over his index and middle finger of his right hand.
"Ready?" Patrick asked, watching Mikey's face. Mikey sucked in a breath and kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he nodded, pulling his legs up and apart to give Patrick access.
Patrick followed the line of Mikey's ass with one lubed finger, finding his hole and pressing in ever so slightly. He stared at Mikey to see if there was any sort of negative response, but Mikey kept his expression neutral, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling.
"You okay?" Patrick asked, pausing.
Mikey nodded his head emphatically. "I'm fine," he assured Patrick. "I can barely feel that."
Satisfied, Patrick pushed his fingertip in a little farther, finding less resistance than he expected once he pushed past the initial ring of muscle. Mikey was tight, but not rigidly so, and Patrick relaxed slightly.
"You can go faster," Mikey offered.
Patrick dropped his head, laughing weakly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he replied. "You're getting bored waiting for me to have sex with you. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Mikey stated. "Do what you need to do, but I'm okay."
Patrick pushed his index finger in farther, until it was completely inside Mikey. He slid it back out and then pushed back in, trying to angle around to find room for a second finger. Once his index finger moved easily in and out, Patrick looked back to Mikey.
"You still good? Should I add another?" he wondered.
"Please?" Mikey said in a quiet voice. He sounded needy, which took away any of Patrick's remaining doubts.
Sliding two fingers inside was a different sensation, feeling Mikey tighter around him. Mikey shifted his position, and Patrick stopped with his fingers in up to his first knuckle.
"Bad?" he asked, worried that he was hurting Mikey.
"No," Mikey replied. "Just different. Needed to get in a better position is all." When Patrick didn't continue immediately, he added, "I'm good now. Keep going."
Patrick pressed his fingers deeper into Mikey, feeling the stretch of the muscle around them. Mikey let out a slow breath as Patrick pushed in completely, nodding his head as if to tell Patrick to keep going.
He withdrew his fingers almost completely before pressing in again, repeating the process. Once Mikey felt like he could handle that girth, Patrick twisted his wrist and pressed up, trying to find Mikey's spot.
"Mmph," Mikey grunted, raising his hips from the bed.
"Sorry," Patrick replied, stopping immediately. "Did that hurt?"
Mikey winced slightly. "No," he replied in a higher pitched voice. "Not hurt, just felt kind of... different," he replied. "I'm good, Patrick. Please don't stop."
Patrick turned his wrist back and Mikey let out a ragged breath. "Should I try another finger?" he wondered after fingering Mikey for a moment.
"You can," Mikey agreed. He pulled his feet up higher on the bed until they were right beneath his ass.
Patrick completely withdrew his fingers from Mikey, who gasped at the loss. Spreading more lube over his fingers, Patrick tried to press in with three fingers. This time, Mikey made a definite face.
"What's wrong?" Patrick asked, stopping.
Mikey shook his head again. "It's just different," he repeated. "I've never done three myself."
Patrick looked down at his hand where his three fingers were grouped together. They didn't look like all that much compared to what it would be like when they were having sex and Patrick immediately considered stopping.
Mikey must have been able to read the look on Patrick's face because he kicked one leg at Patrick. "Hey," he said, getting Patrick's attention. "Don't back out on me. I've wanted this for a while now." He sucked in a deep breath and then let it out unsteadily. "Maybe if you can distract me with something else?" he suggested.
"Oh. Right." Patrick took Mikey in his other hand, holding his semi-hard cock as he leaned forward and sucked the head into his mouth. Mikey moaned and Patrick could feel his cock becoming more erect in his mouth. Encouraged, he opened his mouth wider to take more in as he gently worked his three fingers in Mikey's ass.
He pressed in just a fraction at a time before pausing, all the while working Mikey's cock over with his mouth. When he'd gotten up to his second knuckle, Patrick pulled off.
"How is it?" he asked as he noticed Mikey breathing heavy and more ragged.
"Good," Mikey replied, his voice raspy. "It's good. Please don't stop," he begged.
Patrick quickly leaned down again and drew Mikey in his mouth once more. Mikey was groaning and squirming on the bed as Patrick pressed his fingers in more, the junction where all three met getting exponentially wider at that point. He hummed as he worked his mouth over Mikey, trying to distract from the stretched feeling Mikey must have been experiencing.
When he'd worked his fingers inside of Mikey completely, Patrick twisted his hand, trying to stretch the muscles enough to accommodate him. Mikey grunted and squirmed before panting Patrick's name.
Patrick pulled back, his mouth coming off Mikey with a loud pop. "You okay?" he asked.
"I think you should just do it," Mikey said through gritted teeth.
Patrick looked warily at him. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, seeing as Mikey looked to be in some pain.
"Yes," Mikey hissed. "Just please, Patrick."
Patrick pulled his fingers out and Mikey exhaled sharply, panting as he looked down to watch Patrick coat himself with lube. "Okay," Patrick said after stroking himself a few times. He maneuvered in between Mikey's legs and lowered himself down on top of Mikey.
Rubbing the head of his cock down the crack of Mikey's ass, Patrick found his hole and positioned himself against it. Mikey raised his knees up bringing his feet off the bed to give Patrick better access before Patrick held himself with one hand as he pushed forward, guiding his cock inside of Mikey.
The feeling was hotter and tighter than Patrick had expected. He figured it was because his fingers were nowhere near as sensitive, but it still didn't prepare him for this. "Mikey," he gasped. He wanted to slam into Mikey hard and it took everything he had to stop himself to allow Mikey to adjust to the feeling.
"I'm okay," Mikey grunted. "Go, just go," he urged and Patrick pushed forward once more, slowly sliding inside, muscle gripping tight around him. He was moving in as slow as he could force himself to go without stopping completely. When he was about halfway inside, Mikey made a face and Patrick stopped short.
"Move," Mikey instructed Patrick.
Patrick hesitated. "Mikey, if I move too much I'm going to come," he admitted.
"It's okay. Just please," Mikey hissed, his eyes squeezed closed tight.
Patrick pushed in as far as he could and then pulled back, trying to go slow so he wouldn't finish too quickly. He gasped again at the sensation, the transition from hot to cool and from the friction against his cock. "Mikey, fuck, Mikey," he warned, his eyes closing. "Mikey, it's so good, I can't..." He jerked his hips in slight, quick movements in and out, his instinct taking over.
Patrick felt his stomach clench, and before he could stop moving inside Mikey, he was coming, his body twitching with each contraction. When he was finished, he pulled out of Mikey, falling beside him, one trembling hand covering his eyes.
He was overwhelmed with a mixture of feelings: embarrassment at how fast it had ended; worry that he had hurt Mikey; disappointment that he hadn't made Mikey feel good in the process; elation from the feeling of an orgasm thrumming through his body; and an all-encompassing feeling of contentment.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, bringing his hand from his face and burying himself against Mikey's neck. He held Mikey tight in his arms. "I love you so much."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he was overcome by the desire to take him back. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "Oh fucking hell." He rolled way from Mikey and pulled a pillow over his face.
"Patrick?" Mikey said gently, putting his hand on Patrick's chest. "Patrick, what's wrong?"
"I am such an idiot," Patrick grumbled from beneath the pillow before casting it aside. "I can't believe I just did that. How cliché." He closed his eyes, shaking his head as Mikey stared at him, confused.
"Seriously, Patrick. I don't understand what's going on." Mikey chewed on his lip, looking at Patrick with worry.
Turning his head, Patrick looked squarely at Mikey. "Well? I just gave you a shitty first time and then I blurted out that I love you. It's pretty much the cheesiest, most cliché experience in the world," he sighed. "I'm so sorry, Mikey. I wanted your first time to be great and I wanted to tell you that I love you in some way... much less horrifyingly embarrassing."
Mikey was silent for a moment, looking down at where his hand ran over Patrick's chest. "I don't think it's horrifyingly embarrassing," he said at last. "I think it's... I think it's sweet and... wonderful." He smiled at Patrick in that way he did where his mouth barely moved but his happiness seemed most genuine. "And as for my first time, it was fine. I didn't expect it to last that long. Honestly."
Patrick frowned up at Mikey and exhaled sharply. "It's still disappointing," he sighed.
"Not really," Mikey replied with a half shrug. "It's not like we won't do it again."
Patrick gave a bitter laugh. "Uh, that didn't seem like it was too great for you. You want to do it again?" he asked, incredulous.
"Yeah," Mikey replied matter-of-factly. "Whenever you're ready to."
Blinking up at Mikey, Patrick let out a laugh. "You're serious?" he asked.
Mikey narrowed his eyes, looking confused. "Of course, I'm serious. Why wouldn't I be?" He nudged Patrick. "Really. It was starting to feel... better. Good, even."
“It was starting to feel good?” Patrick repeated. At Mikey’s nod, he felt a stirring in his gut. “Come here,” he murmured, pulling Mikey down to him for a kiss.
Mikey traced his fingers over Patrick’s chest, pinching his nipple until it was hard. Lowering his mouth to the nub of flesh, Mikey caught it between his teeth and tugged gently, causing Patrick to moan.
Wrapping his arm securely around Mikey’s waist, Patrick flipped him over and on to the mattress. “I think I’m ready,” he grinned, pushing Mikey’s legs apart.
Patrick repositioned himself against Mikey's ass and, his cock hard once again, entered him. He slid in more easily than he had the first time, Mikey's muscles still stretched out. It still felt incredible to be inside Mikey and to feel Mikey around him, but having just gotten off, Patrick wasn't nearly as sensitive this time.
"Is this okay?" Patrick asked softly, moving slowly and deliberately in and out of Mikey.
Mikey nodded his head decisively. "It's good," he assured Patrick, his eyes closed. "It feels good. Maybe if my legs are up a little," he offered, pulling his knees up closer to his chest.
Scooting up to more of a kneeling position, Patrick pushed Mikey's legs up, pressing his knees down toward his chest. "Like this?" he asked, balancing himself with his hands placed on the backs of Mikey's knees.
Mikey gasped, and Patrick could see Mikey's cock twitch as he pushed in again. "Yes, like that," Mikey said in a strained voice. "Just like that, right there." He reached down with one hand to stroke himself, but Patrick caught his hand.
"I've got it," he assured Mikey, taking a firm grip on his cock and stroking up and down.
Mikey made a strangled noise, his head arching back to expose his long neck. Patrick kept thrusting into Mikey, making careful movements in and out and trying to keep at the same angle that caused Mikey to shudder and moan.
"Fuck, Patrick," Mikey gasped as Patrick increased the speed of his hand on Mikey's cock to match the increasing speed of his thrusts. "Harder, please," he begged.
Patrick's gut twisted upon hearing Mikey ask for more, so obviously enjoying it this time. He pushed faster and harder into Mikey, his hips bumping against Mikey’s with each faster thrust. Mikey's breathing had become faster and heavier and he was making a high whining noise like he was about to lose it.
"Are you close?" Patrick asked and Mikey nodded his head quickly.
"So close, so close," he moaned. His mouth fell open as he arched his neck back, and Patrick felt the warmth of Mikey's come in his hand as he reached his release. Patrick kept stroking his cock until he was finished.
Patrick released Mikey from his grip and leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Mikey as he slammed into Mikey, his own orgasm building low in his gut. He reached the point he knew he couldn't stop and he closed his eyes, enjoying the blissful moment of pleasure that came before everything exploded, coming in waves.
When he was finished, Patrick lowered himself on to Mikey, melting against his body before pulling out.
“That was amazing,” Mikey murmured into Patrick’s hair and Patrick could only manage to hum an affirmative response, his limbs feeling heavy and light at the same time as the aftershocks of his orgasm continued to pulse through his body.
They lay together for a time, neither saying anything. When the sweat and come between them started to feel uncomfortable, Patrick rolled off Mikey, reaching over for the tissue box to clean his boyfriend up.
Mikey lay there, smiling up at Patrick as he dabbed up the mess before tossing the tissues away. “Hey,” he said at last to get Patrick’s attention.
“Hey,” Patrick answered looking down at Mikey and stroking the hair back away from his face.
Mikey looked up a moment before returning his eyes to meet Patrick’s gaze. “I hope you don’t still feel awkward about earlier,” he said. “You know, about saying you love me?”
Patrick grimaced at being reminded of it, hoping that it could have been one of those things that was forgotten, but knowing that once something like that was said, it couldn’t be taken back. “It’s not that I don’t mean it,” Patrick tried to explain. “I do. I’ve known for a while now that I do. I just didn’t want to say it like that.”
Mikey reached up and covered Patrick’s mouth with the palm of his hand. “You don‘t need to explain,” he assured Patrick. “I know you love me.” His mouth twitched up slightly at the corner. “And I know I love you, too.” Taking Patrick by the arm, Mikey guided him down to the bed, maneuvering himself so he lay on Patrick’s chest. “So don’t feel awkward,” he said again.
Patrick smiled wide as he closed his eyes to fall asleep with Mikey in his arms. “I won’t,” he promised.
***
A Star Wars marathon, while an awesome concept, involved a lot of sitting and Patrick figured no one could fault him for letting his eyes close when the rebels landed on Endor. When he drifted back into consciousness, he was slumped against the back of the couch next to Mikey, their heads leaned together. His neck was at an awkward angle and the room was quiet, save for familiar voices.
“They look so happy,” Ashlee said. “I don’t want to disturb them.”
“So don’t disturb them,” Pete replied, his voice low. “Let’s take advantage of the situation, if you know what I mean.”
“Do not take advantage of the situation,” Patrick warned in an expressionless voice, his eyes still closed. “I don’t want Mikey to wake up and see you and be scarred for life.”
Patrick felt Mikey lift his head from where it was resting on top of Patrick’s and Patrick opened his eyes to watch as his boyfriend stretched his arms above his head, arching his back. “I’ve been awake for about a half an hour,” Mikey yawned. “Luke and Vader’s battle woke me up.” He turned to Patrick and gave him a warm smile. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Patrick replied, blinking back at Mikey. “You’ve been awake? You didn’t have to stay in this position with me. I bet your neck is stiff.” Reaching up, Patrick placed a hand on the back of Mikey’s neck, massaging it as Mikey tipped his head back and hummed in pleasure.
“It was comfortable,” Mikey reassured him. “And I didn’t want to wake you up,” he added. Looking over to where Pete and Ashlee sat on the other end of the couch, Mikey smirked. “Besides, I was listening to their conversation.”
Patrick looked from Mikey over to where Pete and Ashlee were staring at him. “What? What were they saying?”
“Nothing bad!” Pete insisted. “Just-“
“Just how we’re good together,” Mikey said, cutting Pete off. “And Pete’s really happy because you’re happy.” Leaning in, Mikey pressed a soft kiss against Patrick’s cheek.
Ashlee beamed over at them and then back to Pete. “See? This is much better now that we’re double dating,” she said as she leaned in to kiss Pete. “It’s not awkward anymore.”
“Nope,” Patrick decided, getting up from his seat and offering a hand up to help Mikey. “Still awkward. Less awkward, but still awkward.” He pulled Mikey to his feet and gave a wave. “I think we’ll be taking off now. Have fun. Make out. Do... whatever it is you two do. I’d like to be alone with my boyfriend for a while so we can do what it is that we do. In private.”
Mikey chuckled as he followed along after Patrick, giving a wave back at Pete and Ashlee as he took Patrick’s hand.
“Hey,” Pete called out after them. Patrick paused as he reached the door and looked back. “Remember when you told me you didn’t want to date someone just to date them?” he continued. “You wanted to find the right person?”
Patrick furrowed his brow in thought. “Sort of?” he replied.
Pete smiled and nodded. “I knew you found the right person that day at the record store. It just took you a little longer to figure it out.”
Patrick glanced over to Mikey and gave an embarrassed smile. “Cuz I’m kind of slow sometimes.”
Without missing a beat, Mikey punched Patrick lightly in the arm.
“Ow,” Patrick laughed as he opened the door.
“Popeye,” Mikey reminded him, following him out.