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“Are you comfortable, honey?” David asked. Patrick was propped up against the headboard of David's single motel bed, with David lying comfortably in front of him, head resting on his chest, cuddled up under a blanket.
"I’m good, David” said Patrick, placing a kiss on the top of his head.
It wasn't often they found themselves snuggled up on David's bed. Patrick was still living at Rays and even though spending time there wasn't ideal either, it was better than the motel, where there was always someone hanging around.
Tonight, Alexis had gone out for drinks with Twyla, and as David and Patrick hadn’t found a chance for much alone time throughout their relationship, David thought they would take advantage of an empty room, calling Patrick as soon as he knew Alexis would be gone. With Moira and Johnny in the next room and his mothers uncanny ability to walk in unannounced at the exact wrong time, they knew that sex was off the table. But the chance to have a whole room to themselves where they could watch TV and not worry about an enthusiastic Ray coming in unannounced was an opportunity they couldn't pass on.
Patrick looked down at David who was intently watching TV, head still resting on his chest. Patrick loves it when they sit like this. He gets to inhale the amazing scent of his boyfriend, pushing his nose into his hair and taking in the lingering lavender smell from his shampoo. Patrick's hands rested on Davids stomach over the top of his sweater, holding him close. He loves it when they can just be together. With David pressed up against him, Patrick's mind quickly started to wander to a naked David Rose, a revelation he had recently discovered and something that in Patrick's opinion should be listed as one of the wonders of the world. His mind drifts even further to the thought of his mouth wrapped around David's perfect cock.
Patrick's thoughts were interrupted by Davids hand rubbing his arm excitedly, which didn’t help with his level of arousal rising by the minute.
“Honey, what do you think of Carrie’s shoes - aren’t they fabulous! Did you know that SJP kept every single pair of Manolo Blahniks from the show?” David's eyes did not deviate from the screen as he spoke.
“I was unaware of that fact, David”.
Patrick nuzzled into David's hair inhaling the intoxicating smell sending a familiar twitch to his cock. David with a smirk, knowing exactly what his boyfriend was upto, shifts, moving his head from Patrick's chest, up to his shoulder. Patrick starts kissing every part of David he could reach, with David slightly angling his head allowing Patrick a little more access.
Patricks hand moves to the bottom of David's sweater, lifting it, giving his fingertips access to run along the top of his sweatpants, gliding across David's skin. David shudders at the touch. Patrick thanks the gods that David doesn’t have his complicated skirt covered pants on today.
"You seem to be distracted Honey. Sex and the City not doing it for you?" David smirks into Patricks neck, rubbing himself up against where Patrick's rapidly hardening cock was pressing against his back. "Do you not want to watch this? It sort of feels like you might be interested in something else?"
“Oh no, David, of course I'm interested” pushing his hips forward so that his growing erection pushes harder against his back, promptly wiping the smirk off Davids face.
The show goes to commercial and David gives Patrick even more access to his neck and adjusts his position slightly so Patricks wandering hands have easier access to his pants.
Patrick pulls away from kissing David's neck to mutter low in his ear “David… do you know what you do to me? Even just lying here, you with your back to me fully clothed? All I can think about is getting you naked and fucking you into tomorrow.”
“Mmmm, well. I’m glad I have that effect on you honey, but you’re going to have to control yourself." David pushes back and grinds himself against Patrick's hard cock.
"We can’t do anything here. My mother is next door and as you well know, she could walk in at any moment. You’re going to have to deal with this later." David grinds himself back into Patricks hard cock once more.
Patrick sends a disappointed grunt into David's ear, making him gasp. Carrie and the girls return to the screen and David is watching intently again with his hand on Patricks thigh making small circles with his finger. Patrick continues to mouth at his David's neck, his erection still pressed against his back.
“What am I going to do with this erection when I get home, David?" Patrick whispered into his ear. "I’ll have to shower all alone, mmm thinking about you, wishing you were with me.” Patrick started leaving wet kisses down his neck, stopping at his collar bone and biting lightly causing David to make a harsh inhale.
“Paaaatrick" David breathed. "It's all I can do right now to not reach around and take your cock in my hand. Knowing that's what you're planning on doing tonight is not helping." David turned his attention back to the TV. "We both agreed this would be a viewing only night!" David brandished the remote at the TV as Carrie graced the screen again.
Patrick smiles against David's neck. He knows he’s getting to him and decides to push further, continuing his gentle tirade.
“Did you know that I got a private delivery in the mail today?” Patrick's hand finally ventured below the waist band of David's pants, running his fingers along the soft cotton briefs currently being stretched by David's rapidly hardening cock.
David rests his head back on Patricks shoulder and whispered “What sort of delivery? A new assortment of button ups, a subscription to some sort of Excel Spreadsheet magazine?”
“No, you troll." Patrick smirked. David gasps as Patrick gives his cock a squeeze on the outside of his Thom Browne briefs. "Hmm I’m not sure you’d really be interested in my private delivery tonight. As you said, it is viewing only night after all." Patrick removed his hand from Davids pants. "Keep watching your show and I’ll tell you about it tomorrow over lunch.”
“Patrick! Don’t be a little B." David moaned. "Tell me about this delivery! And please keep touching me!" David pushed his hips up, canting into nothing, desperate for Patricks touch again. As much as he wanted to be naked from the waist down, it was never far from his mind that his mother could walk in any moment. He was willing to cope with the ruined Thom Browne briefs though.
Patrick had started slowly thrusting into David's back. "Well you did say please." Patrick smirked, holding his hand in front of David's face.
“Lick." Patrick commanded.
David groans, grabbing his wrist and bringing it to his mouth, slowly running his tongue from the bottom of Patricks hand up to the top with a wide sweep. He collects his saliva on his tongue and does it again, ensuring Patricks palm is wet.
Patrick moans and pushes his erection harder into David's back. David lifted up the blanket so Patrick could slide his now wet hand underneath to David's very hard cock, still trapped in his briefs. He wraps his hand around and David exhales, leaning his head back onto Patricks shoulder again.
“Please tell me what you bought, fuck Patrick that feels so good”. Patrick slowly strokes his shaft twisting his hand slightly when he reaches the top. Patrick is proud of the fact that he is a quick learner and knows exactly how to work David's cock for maximum reaction.
“I bought myself a rubber dildo, that I can suction to the shower wall”
“Fuck! Please tell me more, are you going to use it when you get home tonight?” David gasps.
“Mmmm maybe - if I tell you what I’m going to do with it, do you promise to keep quiet baby?” Patrick whispers into his ear.
“Mmhmm - I promise, please tell me Patrick.”
“Well, standing under the hot water, cock so hard for you because you’re all I can think about, imagining you naked with me. Working myself open…. One finger, then two and finally three fingers, fucking in and out and scissoring to open myself up. It'll feel so good, David.” David is moving in time with Patricks strokes - pre cum oozing deliciously over the head.
“Oh…. I want to see that. Patrick I want to watch you do that”. David hadn’t seen Patrick work himself open yet. He had imagined it in the privacy of his own shower though. The thought of Patrick with his fingers in his ass working himself open - he had come so hard thinking of this on many occasions, but never witnessed it himself.
“Slowly stroking my cock with the other hand… mmm will feel so good David. I’ll be imagining your mouth around me, working my cock only the way you can, your fingers working me open. I want you to do that to me, David. Will you?’
Patrick increases the intensity of his strokes…. David is leaking and making a mess of his very expensive Thom Browne underwear. “I want to taste you David, let me taste you.” Patrick continued grinding hard into David's back, his cock so unbelievably hard and leaking.
David reaches his hand under the blanket and runs his finger across his wet slit, Patricks hand still firmly around his cock. “I'm so wet for you, honey." David holds his wet finger up to Patrick's mouth. He quickly took David's finger into his mouth and obscenely sucked, making sure to get every last drop.
“Mmmmm, you taste so good. Want you in my mouth soon." Patrick said, pulling off David's finger with a pop.
“Fuck Patrick, you’re going to destroy me here! Yes of course I’ll work you open, I want my fingers inside you, feeling how tight I know you are.”
David, moving his hips in time with Patricks strokes, let out the most amazing moan. Patrick knows he's going to have to wrap this up soon or David is going to get too loud and alert his parents next door.
“You need to keep it quiet.” he whispers in David's ear.
David nods the best he can, too focused on how Patrick is working his cock.
Patrick runs his tongue from his shoulder, all the way up his neck to his ear and whispers. “I'm going to lube that dildo up so good, and slowly move back on it. David, it's going to feel amazing. Once I’ve taken the entire length in, I’m going to start moving and I’m going to fuck myself so good, can you imagine it baby?”
David's breathing gets heavier and he can feel the pull low in his stomach.
“Patrick, I’m so close, I’m going to cum.”
Patrick tightens his grip and can see David's body react. He whispers one last thing into David's ear.
“David, I want you to watch me fuck myself in the shower. Cum for me baby”
Patrick slaps his free hand over David's mouth just in time to muffle a sound Patrick hasn't heard before and it's so hot. Patrick is doing everything in his power not to cum in his pants and all over his clothes as he feels David cum. He works David through his orgasm, removing his hand from David's mouth once he knows he won’t make a noise anymore. Patrick brings the hand covered in David's cum up to his face, analysing it before licking every last drop. David leans in for a filthy kiss chasing his own taste from Patricks tongue.
David settled back onto Patricks chest, lying there together while David recovered. Once his breathing returned to normal he turned, looking up at Patrick.
"These are hand wash only you know.” David motioned to his briefs.
“I know, but totally worth it” Patrick smiled down at him.
“Well, yes it was totally worth it and I will be watching you fuck yourself in the shower the very next opportunity we get thank you very much." David ran a finger over Patricks bulge. "But what about you? You need to cum Patrick."
“Mmm and I will, but not now. You think me whispering those things in your ear was hypothetical - it was my plan for when I get home and open my private delivery."
“You are such a troll Patrick Brewer."
"So much for viewing only night.” Patrick smirked as David got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to clean up. On his way Moria bursts through the door….
“Goodnight, seeya, bye” David says as he quickly turns his mother back through the door and slams it shut. He looks to Patrick with a smirk and the raise of an eye brow.
By the time David is done in the bathroom, it is late and Patrick is ready to leave. David kisses him passionately, wrapping him in a tight embrace.
"Remember to think of me tonight." David muttered, cupping his hand over Patrick's bulge.
“Always, David.”