Ink
Title: Ink
Summary: Ficlet! Uhh. Tattoo fascination, I guess??
Author:
duendeoflorien
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Ah! I wrote Pete/Patrick almost!porn! Ah! I *just* joined
15minuteficlets and the WOTD was "discovery" and I wrote Pete/Patrick almost!porn because *that* is what came into my head as soon as I saw the word,and I would have written more, but hi, "15 minute ficlets" and I couldn't go over and this is what came out! So here you go! TOTALLY unedited, what.
Patrick had seen Pete without his shirt off, sure. But he had never seen it like this…so up close and…right HERE. The ink in Pete’s tanned skin looked different this close up.
He ran his fingers up over his right arm, around his collarbone where the thorns circled around, and then the fingers on his other hand mimicked the action on the other side.
Patrick leaned forward and then stopped himself. He looked up at Pete through his bangs.
“Can I?” he asked, surprised at how gravelly and thick his voice sounded.
Pete swallowed and nodded. “Yea.” His voice sounded almost as bad as Patrick’s, something that didn’t escape either man’s notice.
Patrick leaned down and pressed his lips to the ring of thorns. He didn’t know what he was expecting, maybe for the skin to taste weird, or even almost like ink, but it wasn’t. It was salty, musky, and slightly acidic; maybe from the Tag body spray. Pete.
He liked it. Running his tongue, teeth, mouth along Pete’s collarbone. He could get used to this; maybe even doing it everyday.
Just…discovering him, he guessed. He mentally shrugged and reached out to run the pad of his thumb experimentally over Pete’s nipple.
Above him, Pete sighed and brought a hand up to rest on Patrick’s shoulder, gently kneading the muscle that was bunched under the skin. Patrick looked up at Pete, decided that he wanted to see Pete like this more often; peaceful and serene, eyes closed, and lips parted slightly, breath coming out in little tufts of Pete.
Deciding to be daring, Patrick dropped to his knees so he was eyelevel with Pete’s belly button and the Bartskull tattoo.
Pete’s eyes snapped open and he brought his head down to look at Patrick.
“Patrick, you – you, uhm…don’t….” He didn’t get much further because Patrick shook his head.
“I want to.”
Pete’s eyes widened, but then went back to their normal size. “Oh, okay.”
Licking his lips, Patrick brought his nose to the skin and inhaled. There was no more scent of Tag down here. Down here the smell was just Pete. He nipped experimentally at Pete’s belly button, making Pete’s abdomen muscles contract at the contact.
Patrick chuckled against the skin and placed his hands on Pete’s hips. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on the heart in the middle of the Bartskull and nuzzled the skin there.
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I think that this little part *might* make its way into the fic I'm writing, but we'll see. Probably will, because after re-reading it, I really like it. A lot.
Summary: Ficlet! Uhh. Tattoo fascination, I guess??
Author:
duendeoflorienRating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Ah! I wrote Pete/Patrick almost!porn! Ah! I *just* joined
15minuteficlets and the WOTD was "discovery" and I wrote Pete/Patrick almost!porn because *that* is what came into my head as soon as I saw the word,and I would have written more, but hi, "15 minute ficlets" and I couldn't go over and this is what came out! So here you go! TOTALLY unedited, what.Patrick had seen Pete without his shirt off, sure. But he had never seen it like this…so up close and…right HERE. The ink in Pete’s tanned skin looked different this close up.
He ran his fingers up over his right arm, around his collarbone where the thorns circled around, and then the fingers on his other hand mimicked the action on the other side.
Patrick leaned forward and then stopped himself. He looked up at Pete through his bangs.
“Can I?” he asked, surprised at how gravelly and thick his voice sounded.
Pete swallowed and nodded. “Yea.” His voice sounded almost as bad as Patrick’s, something that didn’t escape either man’s notice.
Patrick leaned down and pressed his lips to the ring of thorns. He didn’t know what he was expecting, maybe for the skin to taste weird, or even almost like ink, but it wasn’t. It was salty, musky, and slightly acidic; maybe from the Tag body spray. Pete.
He liked it. Running his tongue, teeth, mouth along Pete’s collarbone. He could get used to this; maybe even doing it everyday.
Just…discovering him, he guessed. He mentally shrugged and reached out to run the pad of his thumb experimentally over Pete’s nipple.
Above him, Pete sighed and brought a hand up to rest on Patrick’s shoulder, gently kneading the muscle that was bunched under the skin. Patrick looked up at Pete, decided that he wanted to see Pete like this more often; peaceful and serene, eyes closed, and lips parted slightly, breath coming out in little tufts of Pete.
Deciding to be daring, Patrick dropped to his knees so he was eyelevel with Pete’s belly button and the Bartskull tattoo.
Pete’s eyes snapped open and he brought his head down to look at Patrick.
“Patrick, you – you, uhm…don’t….” He didn’t get much further because Patrick shook his head.
“I want to.”
Pete’s eyes widened, but then went back to their normal size. “Oh, okay.”
Licking his lips, Patrick brought his nose to the skin and inhaled. There was no more scent of Tag down here. Down here the smell was just Pete. He nipped experimentally at Pete’s belly button, making Pete’s abdomen muscles contract at the contact.
Patrick chuckled against the skin and placed his hands on Pete’s hips. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on the heart in the middle of the Bartskull and nuzzled the skin there.
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I think that this little part *might* make its way into the fic I'm writing, but we'll see. Probably will, because after re-reading it, I really like it. A lot.