The Truth Is That I Could Not Want It More || Patrick/Mikey || NC-17
Title - "The Truth Is That I Could Not Want It More"
Author - runthegamut
Pairing - Patrick/Mikey
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 1697
Summary - Last May I posted " And It All Breaks Down At the Role Reversal," which was a short little satire about what happens when three stereotypical~ bottoms (Mikey, Bill, and Spencer) try to have a threesome. It ended with Mikey inviting Patrick up to his room. This picks up where that left off. It's basically porn without plot, so it's not at all necessary to read the first one. There are some D/s overtones to it, teasing, and the briefest reference to rimming.
Disclaimer - Not real. Never happened. Fake fake fake.
A/N's - I wrote this over a year ago and it's the first sex scene I ever wrote. I just felt like posting it now. Title from "Dinosaurs" by We Are Scientists.
The hotel must not have been especially busy that weekday afternoon because Patrick was up to the room in a matter of minutes. Mikey heard the door open and then quickly close, a shuffling sound, and the clunk of a metal belt buckle hitting the floor. He bit his lip and kept his eyes closed in anticipation as he laid naked on top of the bed, lightly tracing his fingers down his chest.
The room went silent for a time and when he didn’t feel the bed dip down as expected, Mikey’s eyes fluttered open. He found Patrick standing at the end of the bed, naked, as he slowly worked his hand over his hard cock, spreading lube evenly as he did. His eyes were focused so intently on Mikey’s body that Mikey quivered. It felt good to be desired and he never felt more so than when Patrick looked at him.
Without a word, Patrick moved around the bed to Mikey’s side. He dropped his hand down and ran his fingers up along Mikey’s long torso, regarding every inch of his body carefully. Moving his eyes up to Mikey’s face, Patrick calmly said, “Turn over” and Mikey obliged, setting up on his hands and knees.
Mikey stayed in that position for what seemed like an eternity and he knew that Patrick was watching him, moving around the bed and studying him from every angle. He felt the flush spread down his neck and chest and he twitched from the anticipation. A soft groan emanated from behind him and Mikey shivered, his stomach twisting, knowing Patrick couldn’t look without touching himself.
Finally, the bed dipped from behind as Patrick crawled his way toward Mikey. He gently set his hand at the small of Mikey’s back and ran it up his spine, inching up one vertebra at a time, his palm splayed against the skin. Mikey settled his knees farther apart wanting to accommodate Patrick who was directly behind him, leaning over him, so close that Mikey could feel his breath on his skin.
Patrick dragged his hand back down Mikey’s back, slightly faster than it had made the trip up. He didn’t stop when he reached the dip at the small of his back, continuing down over Mikey’s hips, to the crack of his ass. Patrick trailed one finger down at a maddeningly slow speed and Mikey pushed back, his arms going taut in front of himself. He wanted Patrick to touch him, to fill him with the pleasure he’d received in their previous encounters.
Mikey felt Patrick’s finger quickly brush the rest of the way down as Patrick dropped his hand to the bed and a soft whimper escaped Mikey’s lips before he bit down and squeezed his eyes closed, willing himself in control. A moment later, he felt something wet, hot and he sucked in a breath before moaning loudly at the unexpected surprise of it, Patrick’s tongue massaging over him, pressing into him, only to disappear as quickly as it came. He heard Patrick draw in an unsteady breath and Mikey couldn’t help but smile because he knew how aroused Patrick was, how badly he wanted him.
The pad of Patrick’s finger touched lightly against Mikey before pressing in, slow and steady as Mikey’s muscles eased to accommodate it. “Yes,” Mikey whispered, pushing his hips back into the touch, trying to get more before it slid back out and then in again, readying him to accept more. Patrick quickly removed his finger and a second later two were pushing into Mikey.
“You’re ready for this,” Patrick stated without question. “You wanted this.” He kept his movements fluid and steady, not too fast or slow.
“Yes,” Mikey choked out, throbbing now with desire. He was rocking slightly forward and back on his knees to get more of this. He needed more.
Pulling his hand away, Mikey’s head dropped and he had to bite his lips to stifle the cry he wanted to make. For ages he felt nothing and he was about to turn around to see what was going on when three fingers were pressing inside of him. “Yes,” Mikey hissed and he could feel Patrick’s cock brushing up against the inside of his thigh as the fingers worked into him. Mikey pushed himself back, arms stretched out before him, trying to illustrate that he was ready, that he wanted this, that he needed it. “Please,” he begged.
“Alright,” Patrick responded quietly, and there was that absence again as his fingers were withdrawn. Patrick wasted no time replacing them though, and it was better, this. His cock slid in, pushing steadily past the little resistance he encountered and Mikey’s mouth fell wide open but no sound escaped as he arched his neck back.
Once fully inside him, Patrick paused and adjusted his position. One hand gripped Mikey’s hip and the other was flat against Mikey’s back again, rubbing up and down in small strokes. After a few deep breaths as they both adjusted to the sensation, Patrick pulled back slowly, as though he didn’t want to. He paused before withdrawing completely and pushed in again, but only a slight amount before pulling back once more. Mikey felt robbed and made a noise indicating as much.
Patrick pressed in again, only a slight bit, barely inside Mikey at all before stopping and pulling back. Mikey’s fingers curled into the ugly bedspread as he grunted Patrick’s name through a clenched jaw. Patrick didn’t acknowledge it, repeating the small movement over and over again, and Mikey wasn’t sure he could take this. It was worse than nothing; the promise of something that was taken away before it could come to fruition.
Suddenly, Patrick was deep inside him again and Mikey gasped in surprise before moaning as Patrick brushed past his spot. Mikey couldn’t stop himself from rocking back against Patrick as Patrick retreated once more and then pushed in again, just as deep. Mikey balanced on one arm as he reached up and his cock in hand, stroking in time with Patrick’s movements.
Patrick withdrew completely and Mikey’s eyes snapped open, his head rising to look at the headboard as he tried to process what just happened. “Patrick?” he questioned, confused and aroused at the same time.
“Don’t,” Patrick says firmly. “Don’t touch yourself.”
Mikey hesitated for a moment before reluctantly bringing his hand down to the bed. He let out a shuddering breath, feeling desperate. Patrick waited another moment before sliding in again, Mikey tight and hot around him. Again he made small movements -- not entering or withdrawing completely -- just teasing Mikey by only fucking him with the head of his cock.
“Fuck, Patrick,” Mikey grunted as he pushed himself back hard into Patrick, but Patrick must have been expecting this behavior because he drew back at the same time, leaving Mikey sprawled out with his face nearly against the mattress and no more of the contact he so desperately needed. “Please.”
“Shhh,” Patrick responded, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down Mikey’s back. Mikey went still and Patrick again resumed his incremental thrusts, back and forth in small motions. Again. And again. And again. Mikey thought he might cry.
Suddenly, Patrick was thrusting forward, deep and steady, pulling back and pushing in over again and it was a reasonable speed and real movement and Mikey thought he might die from the relief. Or come. He moaned as the tension in his stomach built quickly, Patrick hitting his spot again and again and then as quickly as it began it was over, Patrick pulling free of Mikey, no longer touching him in any way.
Mikey couldn’t help it as he buckled over, his chest sinking to his knees as he wrapped his arms around himself. He was so frustrated he couldn’t take it and a sob escaped his lips. All at once, Patrick was lying on top of him, murmuring words against Mikey’s ear that Mikey couldn’t make out, too wrecked to make sense of them. Patrick ran his hand over Mikey’s hair as he pushed his weight against Mikey’s side to urge Mikey on to his back. Too far gone to question any of it, Mikey relented and rolled over on to his back as Patrick climbed on top of him, in between his legs, kissing him.
Mikey came to his senses and kissed back, just two sets of desperate lips pressing against each other quickly, again and again. The kisses gradually lengthened out, their mouths pressing together for longer periods before breaking apart, only to meet again a moment later. Patrick’s tongue touched Mikey’s bottom lip and Mikey dropped his jaw to meet it with his own. Their tongues tangled together, kissing with the same intensity with which Mikey wanted to be fucked. Somehow Patrick had slid into position and his cock was pressing against Mikey’s ass. Mikey drew his knees up, legs apart and Patrick entered him, pushing in quickly and bucking his hips furiously into Mikey and Mikey knew it wasn’t going to last long.
“Mikey,” Patrick moaned against his lips and Mikey reached up and slid his fingers into Patrick’s hair. Patrick reached between them to curl his fingers around Mikey’s cock, stroking him as the pressure built deep in Mikey’s gut.
“Oh fuck, Mikey,” Patrick whispered, his calm façade gone now as he pushed into Mikey, desperate and close. Mikey raised his other hand to Patrick’s jaw and dipped his tongue into Patrick’s mouth. Patrick hooked his free arm around Mikey’s leg, pulling it up farther, causing him to hit Mikey’s spot more directly and Mikey didn’t last two more thrusts before he was spilling out into Patrick’s hand and onto his stomach. As his muscles tensed around Patrick, he heard Patrick gasp and felt his thrusts go erratic as he came.
Patrick pulled out and melted against Mikey’s body, his face pressed against Mikey’s neck as he panted to catch his breath. Mikey’s eyes slowly closed and opened as he fought to stay awake, feeling relaxed and content now. He lazily dragged his arm down to rest around his Patrick’s shoulders as his own breath evened out.
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Author - runthegamut
Pairing - Patrick/Mikey
Rating - NC-17
Word Count - 1697
Summary - Last May I posted " And It All Breaks Down At the Role Reversal," which was a short little satire about what happens when three stereotypical~ bottoms (Mikey, Bill, and Spencer) try to have a threesome. It ended with Mikey inviting Patrick up to his room. This picks up where that left off. It's basically porn without plot, so it's not at all necessary to read the first one. There are some D/s overtones to it, teasing, and the briefest reference to rimming.
Disclaimer - Not real. Never happened. Fake fake fake.
A/N's - I wrote this over a year ago and it's the first sex scene I ever wrote. I just felt like posting it now. Title from "Dinosaurs" by We Are Scientists.
The hotel must not have been especially busy that weekday afternoon because Patrick was up to the room in a matter of minutes. Mikey heard the door open and then quickly close, a shuffling sound, and the clunk of a metal belt buckle hitting the floor. He bit his lip and kept his eyes closed in anticipation as he laid naked on top of the bed, lightly tracing his fingers down his chest.
The room went silent for a time and when he didn’t feel the bed dip down as expected, Mikey’s eyes fluttered open. He found Patrick standing at the end of the bed, naked, as he slowly worked his hand over his hard cock, spreading lube evenly as he did. His eyes were focused so intently on Mikey’s body that Mikey quivered. It felt good to be desired and he never felt more so than when Patrick looked at him.
Without a word, Patrick moved around the bed to Mikey’s side. He dropped his hand down and ran his fingers up along Mikey’s long torso, regarding every inch of his body carefully. Moving his eyes up to Mikey’s face, Patrick calmly said, “Turn over” and Mikey obliged, setting up on his hands and knees.
Mikey stayed in that position for what seemed like an eternity and he knew that Patrick was watching him, moving around the bed and studying him from every angle. He felt the flush spread down his neck and chest and he twitched from the anticipation. A soft groan emanated from behind him and Mikey shivered, his stomach twisting, knowing Patrick couldn’t look without touching himself.
Finally, the bed dipped from behind as Patrick crawled his way toward Mikey. He gently set his hand at the small of Mikey’s back and ran it up his spine, inching up one vertebra at a time, his palm splayed against the skin. Mikey settled his knees farther apart wanting to accommodate Patrick who was directly behind him, leaning over him, so close that Mikey could feel his breath on his skin.
Patrick dragged his hand back down Mikey’s back, slightly faster than it had made the trip up. He didn’t stop when he reached the dip at the small of his back, continuing down over Mikey’s hips, to the crack of his ass. Patrick trailed one finger down at a maddeningly slow speed and Mikey pushed back, his arms going taut in front of himself. He wanted Patrick to touch him, to fill him with the pleasure he’d received in their previous encounters.
Mikey felt Patrick’s finger quickly brush the rest of the way down as Patrick dropped his hand to the bed and a soft whimper escaped Mikey’s lips before he bit down and squeezed his eyes closed, willing himself in control. A moment later, he felt something wet, hot and he sucked in a breath before moaning loudly at the unexpected surprise of it, Patrick’s tongue massaging over him, pressing into him, only to disappear as quickly as it came. He heard Patrick draw in an unsteady breath and Mikey couldn’t help but smile because he knew how aroused Patrick was, how badly he wanted him.
The pad of Patrick’s finger touched lightly against Mikey before pressing in, slow and steady as Mikey’s muscles eased to accommodate it. “Yes,” Mikey whispered, pushing his hips back into the touch, trying to get more before it slid back out and then in again, readying him to accept more. Patrick quickly removed his finger and a second later two were pushing into Mikey.
“You’re ready for this,” Patrick stated without question. “You wanted this.” He kept his movements fluid and steady, not too fast or slow.
“Yes,” Mikey choked out, throbbing now with desire. He was rocking slightly forward and back on his knees to get more of this. He needed more.
Pulling his hand away, Mikey’s head dropped and he had to bite his lips to stifle the cry he wanted to make. For ages he felt nothing and he was about to turn around to see what was going on when three fingers were pressing inside of him. “Yes,” Mikey hissed and he could feel Patrick’s cock brushing up against the inside of his thigh as the fingers worked into him. Mikey pushed himself back, arms stretched out before him, trying to illustrate that he was ready, that he wanted this, that he needed it. “Please,” he begged.
“Alright,” Patrick responded quietly, and there was that absence again as his fingers were withdrawn. Patrick wasted no time replacing them though, and it was better, this. His cock slid in, pushing steadily past the little resistance he encountered and Mikey’s mouth fell wide open but no sound escaped as he arched his neck back.
Once fully inside him, Patrick paused and adjusted his position. One hand gripped Mikey’s hip and the other was flat against Mikey’s back again, rubbing up and down in small strokes. After a few deep breaths as they both adjusted to the sensation, Patrick pulled back slowly, as though he didn’t want to. He paused before withdrawing completely and pushed in again, but only a slight amount before pulling back once more. Mikey felt robbed and made a noise indicating as much.
Patrick pressed in again, only a slight bit, barely inside Mikey at all before stopping and pulling back. Mikey’s fingers curled into the ugly bedspread as he grunted Patrick’s name through a clenched jaw. Patrick didn’t acknowledge it, repeating the small movement over and over again, and Mikey wasn’t sure he could take this. It was worse than nothing; the promise of something that was taken away before it could come to fruition.
Suddenly, Patrick was deep inside him again and Mikey gasped in surprise before moaning as Patrick brushed past his spot. Mikey couldn’t stop himself from rocking back against Patrick as Patrick retreated once more and then pushed in again, just as deep. Mikey balanced on one arm as he reached up and his cock in hand, stroking in time with Patrick’s movements.
Patrick withdrew completely and Mikey’s eyes snapped open, his head rising to look at the headboard as he tried to process what just happened. “Patrick?” he questioned, confused and aroused at the same time.
“Don’t,” Patrick says firmly. “Don’t touch yourself.”
Mikey hesitated for a moment before reluctantly bringing his hand down to the bed. He let out a shuddering breath, feeling desperate. Patrick waited another moment before sliding in again, Mikey tight and hot around him. Again he made small movements -- not entering or withdrawing completely -- just teasing Mikey by only fucking him with the head of his cock.
“Fuck, Patrick,” Mikey grunted as he pushed himself back hard into Patrick, but Patrick must have been expecting this behavior because he drew back at the same time, leaving Mikey sprawled out with his face nearly against the mattress and no more of the contact he so desperately needed. “Please.”
“Shhh,” Patrick responded, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down Mikey’s back. Mikey went still and Patrick again resumed his incremental thrusts, back and forth in small motions. Again. And again. And again. Mikey thought he might cry.
Suddenly, Patrick was thrusting forward, deep and steady, pulling back and pushing in over again and it was a reasonable speed and real movement and Mikey thought he might die from the relief. Or come. He moaned as the tension in his stomach built quickly, Patrick hitting his spot again and again and then as quickly as it began it was over, Patrick pulling free of Mikey, no longer touching him in any way.
Mikey couldn’t help it as he buckled over, his chest sinking to his knees as he wrapped his arms around himself. He was so frustrated he couldn’t take it and a sob escaped his lips. All at once, Patrick was lying on top of him, murmuring words against Mikey’s ear that Mikey couldn’t make out, too wrecked to make sense of them. Patrick ran his hand over Mikey’s hair as he pushed his weight against Mikey’s side to urge Mikey on to his back. Too far gone to question any of it, Mikey relented and rolled over on to his back as Patrick climbed on top of him, in between his legs, kissing him.
Mikey came to his senses and kissed back, just two sets of desperate lips pressing against each other quickly, again and again. The kisses gradually lengthened out, their mouths pressing together for longer periods before breaking apart, only to meet again a moment later. Patrick’s tongue touched Mikey’s bottom lip and Mikey dropped his jaw to meet it with his own. Their tongues tangled together, kissing with the same intensity with which Mikey wanted to be fucked. Somehow Patrick had slid into position and his cock was pressing against Mikey’s ass. Mikey drew his knees up, legs apart and Patrick entered him, pushing in quickly and bucking his hips furiously into Mikey and Mikey knew it wasn’t going to last long.
“Mikey,” Patrick moaned against his lips and Mikey reached up and slid his fingers into Patrick’s hair. Patrick reached between them to curl his fingers around Mikey’s cock, stroking him as the pressure built deep in Mikey’s gut.
“Oh fuck, Mikey,” Patrick whispered, his calm façade gone now as he pushed into Mikey, desperate and close. Mikey raised his other hand to Patrick’s jaw and dipped his tongue into Patrick’s mouth. Patrick hooked his free arm around Mikey’s leg, pulling it up farther, causing him to hit Mikey’s spot more directly and Mikey didn’t last two more thrusts before he was spilling out into Patrick’s hand and onto his stomach. As his muscles tensed around Patrick, he heard Patrick gasp and felt his thrusts go erratic as he came.
Patrick pulled out and melted against Mikey’s body, his face pressed against Mikey’s neck as he panted to catch his breath. Mikey’s eyes slowly closed and opened as he fought to stay awake, feeling relaxed and content now. He lazily dragged his arm down to rest around his Patrick’s shoulders as his own breath evened out.
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