just wanted to say how much i love the characterizations in your recent fics—i feel like they capture 1988 super 'authentically' if that makes sense. they're just such a pleasure to read. thanks so much for sharing your work! <3 <3 <3
i am tucked away in a very small corner of this fandom. i interact seldom and watch from afar. someone popped into my anon’s and confirmed something i’ve been thinking for a while lol. nothing to see here!!!!!!!!!
i just wanna see (how beautiful you are) | E | 2778
"Having fun out there, Tom Brady?" Kirby chirped quietly, bumping his chin into Adam's bicep and watching with smug satisfaction as Adam made a funny little face after taking a sip of horrendously warm beer. "Might have to loan you out to the Bears during the offseason, eh?”
"King of Jonny's bedroom," Patrick muses, fluffing up the pillows behind him before lying back, folding his hands on his stomach. He fixes Jonny with a mean little grin, crossing his legs at his ankles. "King of Jonny's bed. King of Jonny."
do you have any WIP’s that you’re close to finishing? I loved your sequel fic btw ❤️
i have a few!! most notably i have 4K down for a self-cest/time-travel fic that i wanna finish so bad lmfao, as well as a weedman au lmfaoo. school’s out so hopefully i can write more!
Jonny pushes into Patrick, and he thinks that this is what home feels like.
He's all tight and gripping heat between the legs, thighs trembling where they cling around Jonny's waist. His skin is slick with sweat, and Jonny's hands slip where they try to hold his waist, grappling for purchase like he's trying to hoist himself out of a porcelain bathtub.
"Jonny," Patrick whispers, all meek and quiet, back arching and baring his neck in an inviting swoop. It makes Jonny's head drop, mouth finding the tendons there and setting his teeth over his pulse, one hand grabbing a fistful of the pillow Patrick's head is resting on. "Fuck, you feel so good."
It's the first thing either of them had said since they'd stumbled their way into the hotel room and into each other's pants, tipsy off a little bit of gin and tonic, hands grabby and heads full of each other. The night had been charged from the get-go, with skirting looks and fleeting touches, years' worth of tension coming to an abrupt and sudden climax.
"I'm," Jonny tries, lets go of a groan instead, muffles the noise into the damp skin he's been mouthing at. He realizes that he isn't moving, and Patrick's squirming underneath him, rolling his hips and trying to get something going, here. He lifts his head, feeling desperate and wild. "Patrick, I can't, I can't."
"Yeah," Patrick mumbles nonsensically, eyes fluttering open as he lifts his hands to cup around Jonny's face. His lips are wet with spit, eyes glassy and half-open, and Jonny wants to lick into his mouth. And he would do it, too, if he didn't think that he would bust immediately if he did. "You're so fucking—fucking good, Jonny. Doing me so right, baby."
He hiccups a little in the middle of his sentence, and Jonny gasps out a sigh, leaning down to press his nose to Patrick's cheek. He's wanted this for what feels like forever, really, and Patrick's tight as a vice and eager beneath him, letting his body make space for Jonny inside of him. Jonny has to move. He has to move, has to move, has to move.
He rolls his hips devastatingly slow, gives Patrick a little punch of his cock, and he can feel the way it cracks them both open, a sharp sound catching in Patrick's throat. It makes Jonny feel like he's melting from the inside out, his core oozing behind his skin.
"You don't know," Jonny breathes, fucking in again and shuddering at the way Patrick tightens around him, making the pull out slow and excruciatingly good. "You don't know how long I—"
He cuts himself off, but that's okay. Patrick's hands are still on Jonny's face, fingers mapping out his features like he's seeing him for the first time. Calloused fingertips scroll along Jonny's brow bone, travelling down his nose, brush over his mouth. Jonny can't help but go slow, feel every inch of Patrick's body and sit with it, almost like he's never gonna get this again. But—
"I know, Jonny," Patrick soothes, scratching his nails across the skin at the back of Jonny's neck, his breaths stuttery and barely coming out at all. He's looking up at Jonny with these wide eyes full of promise, and there's no other choice but to believe everything he says. "I know, baby, I know. I know. I know."
Jonny whines, shakes his head, cusses under his breath. "Kaner, Pat, I really—" stops, bites down on his lip so hard he's surprised he doesn't bleed. "I've wanted you for so long, fuck."
He punctuates his words with a sharp fuck of his hips, and the noise Patrick makes underneath is so desperate that Jonny does it again and again and again, until they're both panting and making embarrassing noises.
Jonny wants to kiss him real bad. Doesn't know if he's allowed, just yet.
"Can you fucking—" Patrick gets cut off as Jonny changes the angle, eyes practically rolling. "Can you fucking kiss me already, you dick?"
Thank you, Jonny thinks, maybe even says it out loud if Patrick's watery little laugh has anything to say about it. He doesn't think when he dips down to get a feel for Patrick's mouth, pausing before he gets there to breathe for a second.
"Jonny," Patrick urges, digging his heel into Jonny's calf. "Fuckin' kiss me, man. I wanna come, but I want your tongue in my mouth when I do."
"Patrick," Jonny hisses, half scandalized and half so fucking turned on that a distant wind could probably push him over the edge. "Fuck, fuck."
In the end, Patrick takes things into his own hands, getting a grip on the hair at the back of Jonny's head and yanking him down, mouths colliding in something sort of painful but just as pleasurable. Patrick's mouth is hot and slick where it meets Jonny's, his tongue soft where it prods in to lick at the backs of his teeth.
"Fuck," Patrick mumbles into Jonny's mouth, stealing his breath and making it his own. "Jonny, Jonny, c'mon—"
Jonny reaches between them, flattens his palm over Patrick's cock, lets him rut up against it until he lets go of a whine and comes between them.
He wants to enjoy this a little bit longer, Jonny thinks, stilling inside of Patrick, both of them breathing heavy. Patrick's chest is heaving, sucking in deep, laboured breaths like he was drowning. Jonny's hand is all wet, smearing come across Patrick's belly when he moves it.
"You can," Patrick starts, biting his lip when he moves his hips a little, Jonny's cock still stuffing him full. "You can keep going, Jonny. C'mon."
"It's gonna—gonna hurt," Jonny huffs, arms shaking where he's holding himself up. Patrick's sucking on his bottom lip, clearly trying to distract him, here. "Don't wanna hurt you, Pat."
"You won't," Patrick promises, linking his arms around Jonny's neck and keeping him close, sipping sweet kisses from his mouth. "Just keep going, dumbass. I'll tell you if it's too much."
Jonny bows his head, folds his arms down until he's practically flush against Patrick's body, heads bonking together. "You're gonna fuckin' kill me, Peeks," he trembles out, faces so close together that he can feel Pat's eyelashes when he blinks. "You're gonna kill me."
He catches Patrick's grin, cheeky and bright, and he has to close his eyes when Patrick tilts his chin up, pressing a sweet kiss in between Jonny's brows, smoothing out the furrow that gathered there.
"Good," is all he says, and Jonny comes like it was punched out of him.
Afterwards, when Jonny's pulled out and wiped them both down with a stray t-shirt that he'd found on the floor, Patrick lets out a jaw-cracking yawn and climbs under the covers of Jonny's bed, staring up at him expectantly. The sheets are drawn up to his chin, his hair is a mess against the pillow, and his lips are pink and bitten. Jonny wants him so bad.
Patrick doesn't have to say anything at all. Jonny gets under the covers and immediately attaches himself to Patrick's side, wiggling in close enough that their heads are resting on the same pillow. Jonny has his lips pressed to the warm skin of Patrick's shoulder, one hand splayed over his ribs.
"Next time," Patrick garbles out around another yawn. He smacks his lips a few times, stretches out his legs until his toes touch lightly at Jonny's ankle. "I'm doing you. Bet I could last way longer."
"Hey." Jonny grabs a pinch-ful of skin and squeezes until Patrick yelps, releasing him with a satisfied little noise. "I lasted long enough, asswipe. I'd like to see you do any better."
"I would," Patrick hums, and suddenly the joking in his tone is quieted down, still there but not as loud. "I'd make you come twice on my dick, before I came. Maybe even suck you off. You ever been eaten out, Jonny?"
Jonny pauses, presses his blushing cheek into Patrick's shoulder. "No."
He's never done any of the stuff he just did with Patrick, either. But he wants to; he wants.
"I'd do it," Patrick says, and though they both know he's aiming for nonchalance, his voice quivers a little bit. "If you wanted it, Jonny, I'd do it for you. Wanna do it, if you'll let me."
Jonny thinks for a minute. He didn't want anything with anyone until he started wanting things with Patrick. To him, he can't imagine feeling anything better than being inside of Patrick, to hold him down and fuck him until he's drooling on the pillows. But it's all he knows, right now.
Jonny briefly lets himself think of Patrick opening him up the way Jonny did to him, wide fingers curling and pressing inside of his body. Patrick's tongue, practiced and slick, working it's way alongside his fingers. Patrick's cock, spitting Jonny open and stuffing him up full. He shudders; he thinks he might like it.
"I want it," Jonny whispers, quiet. Turns his head and presses a kiss to the freckle on Patrick's shoulder. "We should try it sometime. Like, sometime soon. Please."
Patrick's laugh sounds like freshwater and ice-cubes hitting an empty crystal glass.
"We're gonna need bigger condoms, then."
Jonny's fingers pinch a little harder this time around.
"I'm kidding, fucker. Ow." A pause. "It's a missed opportunity if I don't come in your ass, anyways."
do u have any WIPs? Ur one of my favourite 1988 fic writers and everyday I refresh that damn tag to see if u posted anything 😭
tbh there is a Lot more in my drive but these r just the ones that i’m serious abt writing ……….. eventually …………. whenever my brain actually lets my fingers move lmao
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