Starlight, Star Bright
Title: Starlight, Star Bright
Author:
raverbear64
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Patrick/Peter
Summary: It's the first day of spring and Peter has something planned.
Dedications: So remember about oh I dunno..forever ago whenchatty_one requested fics? Well I grabbed this prompt, and then my muse died on me, and I never got arround to writing it. But I finally finished it, and well, basically it's for her. If she doesn't hate me for taking so long to write it <<
The date is March 29th, and to me, this is the first day of spring. I don’t care what the calendar says, this day feels like spring. The weather is mild and it feels warm. You know this day, it’s the day when you can go out without bundling yourself up in layers and scarves and mittens. It’s the first day when a t-shirt and jeans, and possibly a light jacket do just fun. It’s the day that starts out cool, and heats up, ending with the perfect sunset, launching into a warm spring night. It’s the kind of day you just want to spend outside. As far back as I can remember I have loved this day, and this year it’s not going to be any different.
By the time Patrick gets home, I’ve already packed the car. Sleeping bags, pillows, cooler, the works. We eat a small dinner and do the dishes together like always, him completely unaware of my plans for the evening. After we clean up, I ask him if he wants to go to the park. He says yes, and so we get in the car and head off. By this point it’s just approaching evening, seven maybe? The sun is just starting to set as we park the car, and I grab the things from the back. He gives me a questioning look, and I just smile. I take his hand and lead him towards the pond that is located towards the back half of the park. I unzip one of the sleeping bags and spread it out, giving us a place to sit.
He sits down in front of me, between my legs, his back resting against my chest. I gently slide my arms around his waist, sighing contentedly, watching as the setting sun reflects off of the shimmering pond. When he asks me what this is, I shrug and respond that I wanted to spend time with him outside of the house. Away from the TV, and the playstation, and the computer, and the cell phones. Just us. He nods gently and asks what all of the other stuff is there for. I explain that the extra sleeping bag is for when it gets cold, the pillows are so we have a place to rest our heads when we look at the stars, and the cooler is for dessert.
It isn’t until after desert, when the sun has fully sunk below the horizon, stars appearing like twinkling eyes watching us from heaven, that I reveal my motives for really bringing here. I ask him if he remembers telling me that he wanted to have sex outside sometime. Someplace public, yet not where everyone could see, someplace under the stars. He smiles and nods. I ask him if he still wants to, and instead of giving me an answer he turns in my arms and kisses me, cupping my cheek in his soft hand, tracing soft circles over my cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. I smile into the kiss, and let him set the pace. After all this is for him. He keeps it slow, which I’m more than happy with. Slow seems perfect right now. We kiss for what could be minutes or hours, it’s hard to tell. All I know is that by the time I pull back from him we are both panting and our lips are pink and swollen.
“Love you.” I whisper into his ear, making him shiver with delight. He nods, kissing my neck, mumbling the words back into my skin. I grin, pulling his shirt slowly over his head, kissing a soft trail down over his neck and shoulders. I feel his hands slide under my shirt, running gently over my back, tracing the outline of my spine as my lips seek out his pulse point, nipping gently at it. He pushes me back a bit, tugging my shirt over my head, kissing along my shoulders as I slide a hand through his hair, sighing happily. I kiss his forehead lightly before moving down his body, kissing every inch of his pale skin, drinking him in. I stop when I reach the waistband of his pants, and look up at him, resting my chin on his stomach lightly, just watching his face for a few moments. His skin seems to be glowing silver in the moonlight, which is also catching in the blue of his eyes, making them sparkle like the stars overhead.
“What?” He asks quietly, noticing the way I’m staring at him. I shake my head slightly going back to kissing his stomach, fingers working to undo his pants, pulling them down over his hips and legs, leaving them in a pile somewhere next to us. He shudders softly as the cool air ghosts over his body, and I grin, resisting the urge to say something about finding more than one way to warm him up. Instead I press my lips to one of his ankles. I start to kiss softly up one leg, stopping at his knee, before moving down the other. By this point he is squirming underneath me, begging softly for more, so I give in. I press my lips to the smooth skin on the inside of his thighs, as I absently wonder if any one else in the world has noticed how amazing they are. I start to suck gently at the skin, stroking over the other with my fingers as I sink my teeth around the quickly reddening skin, sucking harder, pulling back only after I’m sure a dark bruise will form. I listen to his pants and moans, growing louder as I pull back, and move to the same spot on the other leg, giving it an identical mark. It’s at this point that I look up and notice a few things. First I notice the way his fingers are gripping the grass, threatening to pull it out by the fistful. Second I notice the way his back is arched slightly, mouth hanging open, frozen in a silent moan. Finally, I notice the more than obvious tent in his boxers, signifying just how much he enjoyed the kisses.
Grinning I reach out, running my hand softly over the bulge, stroking lightly through the cotton of his boxers, listening to the almost heavenly moans that float up to my ears. I let his moans encourage me, slipping my hand below the waistband, gripping him lightly stroking gently as I let my tongue glide over his chest, feeling it move steadily up and down. As I stroke, I notice how his hands are tightening and then relaxing in the grass, the way they do when they are tangled in my hair, making me moan quietly at the mere thought of how that feels. I feel him grow impossibly harder in my hand as I continue what I’m doing, thumbing over his tip, and sometimes letting my short nails drag along his length as I pull my hand up. I swear I can feel his moans in the very depths of my bones, making me shake with desire.
Finally, I pull my hand back, watching as his eyes shoot open, pleading with me not to stop, whimpering softly at the sudden loss of contact with his skin. Gently, I rock my hips against his thigh, kissing his lips as lightly as I can over and over. I feel him reach out pressing his hand between my legs, rubbing slowly over my jeans, letting my hips press harder into his palm as I breathe quiet moans against his neck. Slowly he undoes the button and zipper, sliding his hands down the back of my jeans gasping softly as he realizes, as per usual, I’m not wearing underwear. He slides the jeans over my butt and hips, letting me kick them the rest of the way off as he wraps a warm hand around my length, stroking a few times, holding me close as his name rolls off my tongue wrapped in a throaty moan.
“Need you…” He whispers against my ear, nipping at it softly. I nod slowly, lost in the world of his body, taking in the desire in his voice. I reach across him as he pulls his boxers off, digging blindly through my jeans to find the condom and little bottle of lube from my pocket. He watches as I pour a bit of it into my hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before pressing a finger at his entrance. By this point we’ve done this enough times that he doesn’t need prepared, but I know he likes it so I do it, for him. My finger slides into him with ease, making him moan quietly as I gently work it in and out, quickly adding a second and a third. I start a gentle rhythm, pushing them in fast and pulling them out slow, dragging the pads of my fingers across his prostate, watching his hips jerk up every time, as if this is something unexpected. After awhile he starts begging again, begging for more, begging for me, so I give in.
I pull my fingers back, smiling as he pulls the condom from my hand, using his mouth to roll it over my length, making me moan softly. The little trick never fails to get me going. Ever. It only takes him a moment before he’s found the bottle of lube, spreading more over me, moving his tight fist up and down a few times, making sure I am fully coated before he lays back down, pulling me over him, kissing me gently. He wraps his arms tight around my neck, keeping me staring straight into his eyes as I line myself up, sliding easily into him. I watch as his eyes grow wide, and then finally slip shut, moaning once I’m fully inside. He locks his ankles around my hips, holding me close, murmuring against my ear.
“Slow.” He whispers, and I nod. I grab for his hand, squeezing it gently as I start a slow rhythm, sliding gently in and out of him, moaning against his ear, looking down over his face. I tell him to keep his eyes open, and he does, staring back up at me. People might think this is weird, but those are the ones who have never tried it. The intimacy level goes up, a lot. As I slide gently, slowly, in and out of him, I stare into his unblinking eyes. Our motions remind me of the ocean, the waves sliding up the shore then rushing back out to sea, only to repeat the process over and over again. I’m just about to tell him this, and tell him how the blue green of his eyes is almost identical to the blue green of the water, when he cries out softly, snapping me back to reality. I smile as I push in again, slow, but hard at the same angle, his cry a bit louder this time. He squeezes my hand harder, nodding a bit as I keep going, keeping the same angle, hitting the same spot each time. I feel his nails drag down my back as his own arches off of the ground, pushing me in deeper. The pace is still slow, and I’m slowing down more with each thrust, teasing almost, dragging this out as long as I can.
And then with almost no warning, he’s shaking and moaning. He’s clawing at my back and tugging at my hair. He’s begging me to go faster, harder, more. He’s so close. I comply, giving into his every wish. I wrap my hand tight around his length, stroking him with the quick hard thrusts, biting at his neck as he moans my name, the tone somewhere around F, sending sparks of pleasure to the base of my spine. His voice, growing raspy with desire gets higher and higher each time, and it’s like a game in my head trying to pick out the pitch. There’s a G, a B, a D. The musical moans only make me work harder, dragging my thumb over his tip in rough circles. And that’s all it takes. He’s biting at my shoulder to muffle a scream of my name. He’s digging his nails into my back, no doubt leaving little half moon cuts behind. He’s squeezing my hand so hard I think a finger may break. His back is arched, body shaking, hips moving on their own. And then just as suddenly as it started, he stills. It takes a moment and then everything starts up again, only stronger and I feel him spill onto his stomach. Feel him clamp like a vice around me and it’s pulling me over. I follow quickly, my eyes rolling back, incoherent moans rolling off my tongue, trying to say anything and everything to tell him how I feel. We collapse back onto the ground, panting wildly. I smile, kissing him gently, nuzzling against his neck, not letting go of his hand quite yet. We stay like that for awhile, still connected, staring into each other’s eyes as we come down, no words expressed, no need for them really. After awhile I slowly pull away from him. I reach into the cooler and take out some napkins I’d brought along, cleaning up our mess before curling, naked, against him, spread out under the stars.
We lay there for a long while, not talking, just watching the sky, lost in our own thoughts. Just as I’m counting the one thousand, one hundred, twenty seventh star (and assigning the one thousand, one hundred, twenty seventh reason why I love the man laying next to me to that star: his vocal cords) Patrick gasps. He points up at a burning streak making its way across the black sky.
“Make a wish.” I whisper against his ear, kissing it softly.
“It already came true. You are my wish Peter.” He replies, leaning over, kissing me gently.
Comments are love.
♥
Author:
raverbear64Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Patrick/Peter
Summary: It's the first day of spring and Peter has something planned.
Dedications: So remember about oh I dunno..forever ago when
chatty_one requested fics? Well I grabbed this prompt, and then my muse died on me, and I never got arround to writing it. But I finally finished it, and well, basically it's for her. If she doesn't hate me for taking so long to write it <<The date is March 29th, and to me, this is the first day of spring. I don’t care what the calendar says, this day feels like spring. The weather is mild and it feels warm. You know this day, it’s the day when you can go out without bundling yourself up in layers and scarves and mittens. It’s the first day when a t-shirt and jeans, and possibly a light jacket do just fun. It’s the day that starts out cool, and heats up, ending with the perfect sunset, launching into a warm spring night. It’s the kind of day you just want to spend outside. As far back as I can remember I have loved this day, and this year it’s not going to be any different.
By the time Patrick gets home, I’ve already packed the car. Sleeping bags, pillows, cooler, the works. We eat a small dinner and do the dishes together like always, him completely unaware of my plans for the evening. After we clean up, I ask him if he wants to go to the park. He says yes, and so we get in the car and head off. By this point it’s just approaching evening, seven maybe? The sun is just starting to set as we park the car, and I grab the things from the back. He gives me a questioning look, and I just smile. I take his hand and lead him towards the pond that is located towards the back half of the park. I unzip one of the sleeping bags and spread it out, giving us a place to sit.
He sits down in front of me, between my legs, his back resting against my chest. I gently slide my arms around his waist, sighing contentedly, watching as the setting sun reflects off of the shimmering pond. When he asks me what this is, I shrug and respond that I wanted to spend time with him outside of the house. Away from the TV, and the playstation, and the computer, and the cell phones. Just us. He nods gently and asks what all of the other stuff is there for. I explain that the extra sleeping bag is for when it gets cold, the pillows are so we have a place to rest our heads when we look at the stars, and the cooler is for dessert.
It isn’t until after desert, when the sun has fully sunk below the horizon, stars appearing like twinkling eyes watching us from heaven, that I reveal my motives for really bringing here. I ask him if he remembers telling me that he wanted to have sex outside sometime. Someplace public, yet not where everyone could see, someplace under the stars. He smiles and nods. I ask him if he still wants to, and instead of giving me an answer he turns in my arms and kisses me, cupping my cheek in his soft hand, tracing soft circles over my cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. I smile into the kiss, and let him set the pace. After all this is for him. He keeps it slow, which I’m more than happy with. Slow seems perfect right now. We kiss for what could be minutes or hours, it’s hard to tell. All I know is that by the time I pull back from him we are both panting and our lips are pink and swollen.
“Love you.” I whisper into his ear, making him shiver with delight. He nods, kissing my neck, mumbling the words back into my skin. I grin, pulling his shirt slowly over his head, kissing a soft trail down over his neck and shoulders. I feel his hands slide under my shirt, running gently over my back, tracing the outline of my spine as my lips seek out his pulse point, nipping gently at it. He pushes me back a bit, tugging my shirt over my head, kissing along my shoulders as I slide a hand through his hair, sighing happily. I kiss his forehead lightly before moving down his body, kissing every inch of his pale skin, drinking him in. I stop when I reach the waistband of his pants, and look up at him, resting my chin on his stomach lightly, just watching his face for a few moments. His skin seems to be glowing silver in the moonlight, which is also catching in the blue of his eyes, making them sparkle like the stars overhead.
“What?” He asks quietly, noticing the way I’m staring at him. I shake my head slightly going back to kissing his stomach, fingers working to undo his pants, pulling them down over his hips and legs, leaving them in a pile somewhere next to us. He shudders softly as the cool air ghosts over his body, and I grin, resisting the urge to say something about finding more than one way to warm him up. Instead I press my lips to one of his ankles. I start to kiss softly up one leg, stopping at his knee, before moving down the other. By this point he is squirming underneath me, begging softly for more, so I give in. I press my lips to the smooth skin on the inside of his thighs, as I absently wonder if any one else in the world has noticed how amazing they are. I start to suck gently at the skin, stroking over the other with my fingers as I sink my teeth around the quickly reddening skin, sucking harder, pulling back only after I’m sure a dark bruise will form. I listen to his pants and moans, growing louder as I pull back, and move to the same spot on the other leg, giving it an identical mark. It’s at this point that I look up and notice a few things. First I notice the way his fingers are gripping the grass, threatening to pull it out by the fistful. Second I notice the way his back is arched slightly, mouth hanging open, frozen in a silent moan. Finally, I notice the more than obvious tent in his boxers, signifying just how much he enjoyed the kisses.
Grinning I reach out, running my hand softly over the bulge, stroking lightly through the cotton of his boxers, listening to the almost heavenly moans that float up to my ears. I let his moans encourage me, slipping my hand below the waistband, gripping him lightly stroking gently as I let my tongue glide over his chest, feeling it move steadily up and down. As I stroke, I notice how his hands are tightening and then relaxing in the grass, the way they do when they are tangled in my hair, making me moan quietly at the mere thought of how that feels. I feel him grow impossibly harder in my hand as I continue what I’m doing, thumbing over his tip, and sometimes letting my short nails drag along his length as I pull my hand up. I swear I can feel his moans in the very depths of my bones, making me shake with desire.
Finally, I pull my hand back, watching as his eyes shoot open, pleading with me not to stop, whimpering softly at the sudden loss of contact with his skin. Gently, I rock my hips against his thigh, kissing his lips as lightly as I can over and over. I feel him reach out pressing his hand between my legs, rubbing slowly over my jeans, letting my hips press harder into his palm as I breathe quiet moans against his neck. Slowly he undoes the button and zipper, sliding his hands down the back of my jeans gasping softly as he realizes, as per usual, I’m not wearing underwear. He slides the jeans over my butt and hips, letting me kick them the rest of the way off as he wraps a warm hand around my length, stroking a few times, holding me close as his name rolls off my tongue wrapped in a throaty moan.
“Need you…” He whispers against my ear, nipping at it softly. I nod slowly, lost in the world of his body, taking in the desire in his voice. I reach across him as he pulls his boxers off, digging blindly through my jeans to find the condom and little bottle of lube from my pocket. He watches as I pour a bit of it into my hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before pressing a finger at his entrance. By this point we’ve done this enough times that he doesn’t need prepared, but I know he likes it so I do it, for him. My finger slides into him with ease, making him moan quietly as I gently work it in and out, quickly adding a second and a third. I start a gentle rhythm, pushing them in fast and pulling them out slow, dragging the pads of my fingers across his prostate, watching his hips jerk up every time, as if this is something unexpected. After awhile he starts begging again, begging for more, begging for me, so I give in.
I pull my fingers back, smiling as he pulls the condom from my hand, using his mouth to roll it over my length, making me moan softly. The little trick never fails to get me going. Ever. It only takes him a moment before he’s found the bottle of lube, spreading more over me, moving his tight fist up and down a few times, making sure I am fully coated before he lays back down, pulling me over him, kissing me gently. He wraps his arms tight around my neck, keeping me staring straight into his eyes as I line myself up, sliding easily into him. I watch as his eyes grow wide, and then finally slip shut, moaning once I’m fully inside. He locks his ankles around my hips, holding me close, murmuring against my ear.
“Slow.” He whispers, and I nod. I grab for his hand, squeezing it gently as I start a slow rhythm, sliding gently in and out of him, moaning against his ear, looking down over his face. I tell him to keep his eyes open, and he does, staring back up at me. People might think this is weird, but those are the ones who have never tried it. The intimacy level goes up, a lot. As I slide gently, slowly, in and out of him, I stare into his unblinking eyes. Our motions remind me of the ocean, the waves sliding up the shore then rushing back out to sea, only to repeat the process over and over again. I’m just about to tell him this, and tell him how the blue green of his eyes is almost identical to the blue green of the water, when he cries out softly, snapping me back to reality. I smile as I push in again, slow, but hard at the same angle, his cry a bit louder this time. He squeezes my hand harder, nodding a bit as I keep going, keeping the same angle, hitting the same spot each time. I feel his nails drag down my back as his own arches off of the ground, pushing me in deeper. The pace is still slow, and I’m slowing down more with each thrust, teasing almost, dragging this out as long as I can.
And then with almost no warning, he’s shaking and moaning. He’s clawing at my back and tugging at my hair. He’s begging me to go faster, harder, more. He’s so close. I comply, giving into his every wish. I wrap my hand tight around his length, stroking him with the quick hard thrusts, biting at his neck as he moans my name, the tone somewhere around F, sending sparks of pleasure to the base of my spine. His voice, growing raspy with desire gets higher and higher each time, and it’s like a game in my head trying to pick out the pitch. There’s a G, a B, a D. The musical moans only make me work harder, dragging my thumb over his tip in rough circles. And that’s all it takes. He’s biting at my shoulder to muffle a scream of my name. He’s digging his nails into my back, no doubt leaving little half moon cuts behind. He’s squeezing my hand so hard I think a finger may break. His back is arched, body shaking, hips moving on their own. And then just as suddenly as it started, he stills. It takes a moment and then everything starts up again, only stronger and I feel him spill onto his stomach. Feel him clamp like a vice around me and it’s pulling me over. I follow quickly, my eyes rolling back, incoherent moans rolling off my tongue, trying to say anything and everything to tell him how I feel. We collapse back onto the ground, panting wildly. I smile, kissing him gently, nuzzling against his neck, not letting go of his hand quite yet. We stay like that for awhile, still connected, staring into each other’s eyes as we come down, no words expressed, no need for them really. After awhile I slowly pull away from him. I reach into the cooler and take out some napkins I’d brought along, cleaning up our mess before curling, naked, against him, spread out under the stars.
We lay there for a long while, not talking, just watching the sky, lost in our own thoughts. Just as I’m counting the one thousand, one hundred, twenty seventh star (and assigning the one thousand, one hundred, twenty seventh reason why I love the man laying next to me to that star: his vocal cords) Patrick gasps. He points up at a burning streak making its way across the black sky.
“Make a wish.” I whisper against his ear, kissing it softly.
“It already came true. You are my wish Peter.” He replies, leaning over, kissing me gently.
Comments are love.
♥