18+ !NSFW! Explicit
Day 24: Mirrors
Pair: Artrick
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Patrick’s lying on his bed, feet up against the wall, tossing a tennis ball up and down while Art sips his beer.
“So why didn’t you go with her to the concert?” Art asks.
“I told you, she wanted it to be girls night or something,” Patrick says.
“But you’re going over there when she gets back?”
“Yeah… I mean maybe,” Patrick says. “I love that you guys have co-ed dorms here. Not like in high school,” he rolls over and leans over Art’s shoulder. “I bet that makes it easier for you.”
Art shrugs.
“What? Come on man. We talk about Tashi all the time. What are you up to?” He reaches for the beer and Art hands it to him. It’s his third one and he’s starting to feel it.
“I’m not up to anything… just school and tennis.”
”Okay but how about you pretend I’m not your mom and give me a real answer. Are you still sleeping with… what’s her name?”
“Jessica,” Art straightens his legs.
“Yeah Jessica.”
“No, she’s too blonde… I woke up one morning and had the weirdest feeling she’d roll over and look like my sister.”
“I’d fuck your sister,” Patrick snorts. “Specifically Leigh.”
“I’m sure Tashi would love that,” Art takes the beer can back from him.
“She’d know I’m joking. Besides I could never get in her pants before. I’m sure it wouldn’t be any different now that she’s married.”
Art sighs. “What about you?” He says, getting on his knees and leaning his elbows on the bed as he looks at Patrick. Patrick looks up at him. “Are you really not fucking anyone else on tour? How does it even work waiting for weeks before you can see her? Don’t you get horny?”
”Yeah of course I do.” Patrick grins. “That’s why we talk every night. Sometimes we Skype.”
“And do what?” Art asks.
Patrick smiles. “You know what, Donaldson.” He reaches up and touches Art’s cheek. “Jealous?”
Art forces himself to smile and then he turns and sits back down on the floor before relaxing his face. “No, of course not. But I guess now I know why you don’t call me.”
”I call you,” Patrick says.
“Not that much.”
“Fuck you’re so jealous. I’m getting hard.” Patrick says messing up Art’s hair. “You know I still love you, baby.”
“Oh shut up,” Art says, pushing him off. “I gotta pee.” He says and he pushes himself to his feet and then stumbles a bit to the bathroom. Maybe he’s a little more tipsy than he thought. He turns on the bathroom light and goes to the toilet. Patrick pushes the door open a few moments later as Art’s finishing up.
”What?” Art hiccups.
“I gotta pee too,” Patrick says, “move over.”
“This isn’t high school, you can wait your turn…” Art sighs but he leans against the wall to give him room anyway.
“But I don’t want to wait my turn.” Patrick smirks looking down at Art as he unzips then grinning at him.
Art rolls his eyes and tries not to stare at Patrick or his cock. He finishes before Patrick and goes to wash his hands. A minute later Patrick’s joining him at the sink.
“Come on… you can’t tell me you got rid of Jessica and now you’re not with anybody. You’re really wasting that pretty face day dreaming about my girlfriend?” Patrick says, smirking at him in the mirror.
“I’m not,” Art says.
”You are, you wanna know what she feels like?” Patrick asks, standing behind him, he leans in, trapping Art while rinsing his hands from behind him.
“Tashi?”
”Yeah.”
“What—what does she feel like?” Art asks.
Patrick grins at him in the mirror and shakes his hands so water gets everywhere. “So fucking good, you’d lose it before you’re fully inside,” Patrick whispers in his ear.
Art licks his bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth before taking a breath. His balls are suddenly tight, he feels himself getting hard. Patrick starts kissing on his neck and Art closes his eyes leaning into it. “Do you eat her out?”
“Mmhm,” Patrick hums. He’s sucking on Arts throat now and it tickles in a way that makes Art smile.
”What does she taste like?”
“Delicious,” Patrick whispers against his throat.
Art bites his lip again, he can feel Patrick getting hard behind him. He’s felt it before. It makes him a little crazy, especially when he’s half drunk. There’s so much of him. Patrick messes his fingers through Art’s hair. His other hand, still damp gripping Art’s waist.
“Does she go down on you?” Art asks, quietly.
“Why?” Patrick asks. “You want her to go down on you?”
“Yeah,” Art sighs, breathing heavier. He’s really hard now. His whole body feels like a live wire. “I was gonna ask if she can fit it all in her mouth.”
“Fuck,” Patrick whispers and he laughs, but it’s breathless. “God I still want to fuck the shit out of you. Can you open your eyes?”
Art opens his eyes and is mildly stunned because he barely recognizes himself, his hair’s all over the place and his lips are red and swollen from the way he’s been worrying them, his eyes are dilated, pupils so big the rings of color are barely visible. His cheeks are flushed pink and it’s spreading to his neck and probably further beneath his t-shirt. All while Patrick’s sucking on him, licking at him like a vampire. He looks up and meets Art’s eyes. He’s flushed too and so soft.
He moves his hand lower into the waistband of Art’s sweatpants where he’s tenting. “You want to see what I see when I make you come?” Patrick asks, softly.
Art takes a breath and shivers. Patrick kisses his cheek. “Don’t close your eyes.”
It’s an impossible ask because the moment Patrick grips him, Art is breathing heavier, he watches his chest rise and fall. He bites his tongue and licks the inside of his cheek trying not to moan. His mouth feels so wet. Patrick kisses his throat again, Art feels him pressing, grinding his cock against him. “Can I fuck her?” Art groans while he’s fucking into Patrick’s fist.
“Mm… you wouldn’t be able to handle her. You’d have to beg so pretty.”
“Please.” Art moans.
Patrick smiles. “Not me.”
Art gasps as Patrick’s grip tightens. He’s gonna lose it.
”Open,” Patrick whispers, when Art hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes again. “God you’re fucking gorgeous.” Patrick rests against Art’s cheek, gazing at Art in the mirror while Art looks at him . He can barely look at himself. He looks entirely different, needy and debauched. Desperate for release. But watching Patrick work his cock makes it that much hotter. Art feels his whole body beginning to seize. His hands and legs are shaky and Patrick is relentless. Art is gripping Patrick’s arm with one hand and reaches back into Patrick’s hair with the other.
“Fuck…Patrick,” Art moans. “Patrick can I— can I—“
“What?” Patrick breathes. He’s breathing heavy too. And before Art knows it he’s shooting ribbons and ribbons of pearly white all over the mirror and bathroom sink. While he gasps out a litany of swear words. He leans forward breathless, gripping the counter top and pushing back as Patrick rubs up against him with his swollen cock. He’s so shocked, he didn’t think he had that much in him. He likes it even more watching Patrick lose all semblance of control, chasing his own orgasm all the while not taking his eyes off of Art. Jewel colored eyes and a mop of messy black hair. Literally using him to get off.
“Holy shit,” Patrick breathes when he finishes just from grinding up against him. “I want to fucking do that in you.” He whispers.
“I know you do,” Art’s still catching his breath but he bites his lip grinning at Patrick. He’s been begging for it for years. Art would be lying if he said it didn’t make him happy (or relieved?) that Patrick was still obsessed with it. But the idea that maybe he’s not just jealous of Patrick isn’t one he needs to examine too closely.
Patrick tastes the strings of jizz on his fingers and then leans in, Art’s still trapped between his arms as he washes it off. He grips Art’s waist when he’s done.
“You’re getting me wet,” Art says.
“Shut up, come here,” Patrick says, turning him around and pulling his face close. Kissing him. Art settles into it. He can hear himself breathing and he eases his tongue into Patrick’s mouth, gripping his hands over Patrick’s to hold him there. His heart’s pounding in his ears, it feels so good, and he steps closer while teasing his own tongue along Patrick’s. Patrick nibbles at his bottom lip and pulls back. They stare at each other. Art still has his mouth open, Patrick’s eyes are heavy lidded.
“I can stay here tonight,” Patrick tells him.
Art nods his head biting his lip.
“We can… keep…doing this.”
Art swallows. “Because you want to fuck me?”
“You know I fucking do.”
Art shrugs. “Okay, stay here.” And it’s not just because he wants to keep them apart though that factors into it.
Patrick grins.
“I don’t know about the other thing though… I have to think about it.” Art adds.
“Uh huh,” Patrick says, pulling him close again for another kiss. “Lets go think.”
