The Jewel Lounge 9
Title: The Jewel Lounge[9/??]
Author:
raverbear64/fiction_on_fire
Pairing: PatrickxPeter
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Peter has been instructed to write the story of his life. How he went from an amazing childhood, to a lonely man, to the happiest he'd ever been, to loosing it all again.
A/N: Sup muse, where have you been? This fic is taking entirely too long to finish. But it is summer. My muse is back. And I will finish this fic if it kills me to do so. So again..to anyone who's still interested in this story..here goes.
Previous Chapters: Chapter One//Chapter Two//Chapter Three//Chapter Four//Chapter Five//Chapter Six//Chapter Seven//Chapter Eight//
It was Tuesday night, and I still had no idea what we were doing. I saw Patrick Monday night, and he’d given me a map to his apartment and told me to dress down. Not my usual khaki and a dress shirt deal. So I dug at the back of my closet, finding an old pair of jeans, just a smidge too tight, and a black t-shirt. It was about as ‘down’ as I got. As I drove to his apartment, I noticed the neighborhood was sketchy at best, but then I thought I should have expected it. But with Patrick being a diamond boy, it seemed he should be able to afford better. I parked on the street in front of his apartment, walking up to the front door, pressing the button next to Patrick’s name.
“Who is it?” He said over the speaker.
“Me, lemme in?” I asked.
The door in front of me clicked open, and I grabbed it, walking into the building. I quickly climbed the two flights of stairs, and found my way to Patrick’s open door. I let myself into the apartment.
“You here babe?” I called out.
“Yeah.” He called back, walking into the living room, toothbrush in his mouth, a ring of white foam around his lips. I laughed, shaking my head.
“So much for that kiss.”
”In a minute.” He smirked around the toothbrush, walking back into the bathroom. A moment later he returned, smelling strongly of mint.
“Hey.” He smiled, kissing me softly. “Want the tour real quick?”
“Sure.” I said. He nodded, leading me into the small kitchen, then back through the living room, to a small hallway, off of which was the only bedroom, a closet, and a tiny bathroom.
“It’s nice.” I said with a smile, hoping my lie wasn’t too noticeable.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I wouldn’t say nice, but it’s better than the streets. I could afford better, but I…uhm…I have some debt to take care of that eats up most of my paychecks.”
I wanted to ask, but I held back. I knew how touchy I was when someone wanted to talk about how much money I made, or why I was able to afford such a nice house. It made me more than uncomfortable. So I switched subjects.
“So where are we going?” I asked, taking his hand in mine.
“You like dancing?” He asked, looking hopeful.
“Yeah, sure.” I smiled, nodding, only imagining the way Patrick’s body could move to the beat of a song. Dancing is expressing horizontal desires vertically, after all. I smirked at the thought, kissing his cheek. “That sounds fun.”
”Oh good.” He sighed. “I was really worried you’d think it was lame.”
“Nahh.” I laughed. “So where’s the club?” I asked, wondering if it was in this neighborhood.
“Oh, it’s close. Next neighborhood over.”
I let out a slight sigh of relief, smiling wider. “Okay, am I driving or are you?”
“Uhm…you.” He blushed. “No car. Unless you want to take the bus. Which is a great way to woo dates, I hear.” He smirked.
“No, no driving is no problem.” I smiled, kissing him. Together we walked out of the apartment and back to the street where I was thankful to see that my car was still there, and still in tact. I unlocked the doors, sliding in. “So, where to?”
“Uhm, just keep going down the street for a bit.” He nodded.
We drove in almost complete silence except for his instructions. Yet, it wasn’t an awkward silence, it was a comfortable silence. We didn’t need to be talking to know the other’s thoughts. It was nice. Finally we arrived at the club. It looked like any club, a decent sized building, the name, ‘Energy’, glowing from a neon red sign. We parked and got out, the thumping bass already audible from outside. We entered the building, handed over our IDs, and then walked the rest of the way in, stopping at the bar first. I bought us each a drink, as I let myself get accustomed to the club. I had never really been big in the club scene, but still the idea was fun. Loosening up a bit after the drink, I pulled Patrick onto the dance floor. He grinned, wrapping his arms tight around my neck as we moved gently to the beat.
Fast forward three hours, and Patrick was getting hotter by the minute. Quite literally so. His skin was covered with a light sheen of sweat, which only seemed to attract me more to him, as I could not seem to let go of his hips. It was around this time that I realized what a sexual being he was. And it wasn’t just me. Every set of eyes in that club was trained on him, and I know they were envying me for being with him. Which felt great.
“I think I might be the luckiest one in here.” I whispered against his ear.
“Oh? What makes you think that?” He purred quietly, resting his head back on my shoulder, pressing his back against my chest, closing off whatever minimal distance there was between us.
“Everyone is staring at you. They all want you, but for tonight, you’re mine.” I whispered, blowing a stream of cool air over his neck, watching him shiver. He smirked a bit, nodding.
“Yours.” He echoed softly, pushing his ass back against my hips, making me moan quietly. “I’m thirsty, come with me to get a drink?” He asked, turning in my arms. I nodded, taking his hand, walking back over to the bar where I ordered two bottles of water, handing one to him, drinking mine quickly, savoring the cool crisp taste as it slid down my throat. Much to my surprise Patrick only took a few sips of his. I raised an eyebrow, about to question it before he tilted his head back, dumping the rest of the bottle over his face, neck and shoulders. He picked his head back up, smirking at my expression as I watched the water slide in thin rivulets down his neck. Unable to stop myself I stepped forward, sucking at one of them, listening to the quiet moan that came from his lips.
“I just had the hottest vision.” He purred against my ear, nipping gently at it.
“Oh yeah?” I smirked, only wondering what he could come up with here.
“You standing over there in that dark corner with your pants around your ankles begging me to fuck you.” He whispered, making my jaw drop.
“Here?” I asked quietly, looking at him.
“Why not? I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time.” He grinned. “So was that a yes?”
Without another word I took his hand, leading him off towards the nearest corner, letting him push my back against the wall, attacking my lips with kisses, his hand sliding between us, rubbing at my already hardening cock through my jeans. I broke the kiss with a low moan, gasping his name against his ear.
“That’s it baby…” He purred. “Keep moaning for me…you don’t know how much it turns me on...” He nipped at my earlobe, hand working faster before pulling back, popping the button open and tugging the zipper down. He slid his hand inside, no underwear like always, stroking his fingers around the base of my cock, before wrapping his fingers around me, moving his hand slowly up and down.
“Fuck…Patrick…” I gasped against his ear. “Fuck baby…please…” I continued, tugging gently at his hair.
“Tell me what you want.” He commanded, looking up at me with the most innocent expression, despite what his hand was doing, despite the fact that my body was rocking almost violently against his hand.
“Please…please I need you…fuck me…” I finally gasped, letting my eyes roll back, and my forehead rest on his shoulder, as he slid his thumb in light circles over the tip. I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Turn around…hands against the wall.” He whispered, pushing me more into the corner before tugging my pants down to my ankles. He dropped to his knees and pushed my legs further apart before I felt his tongue, oh God. Rimming was hot. It had always been hot. But rimming, in a dark corner, in a club full of people, well that was enough to make me scream. And I did, suddenly thankful for the loud music and pounding bass. My hips jerked back towards his mouth as he continued to lap around my entrance. As my knees started to shake, and my legs threatened to give out, he pulled back, fishing a condom out of his pocket.
“Y-you had this planned?” I asked quietly, looking over my shoulder at him.
“I might have.” He laughed, eyes traveling over my half naked body. Hands against the wall, ass sticking out, eyes dark with lust. “Fuck you look so hot like that.” He whispered. “I wish I had a camera.” He smiled, pulling a hand back, smacking my ass gently, making me yelp with pleasure. “I don’t have any lube…” He whispered. “I’ll go slow.”
I nodded, hardly caring at this point, watching as he pulled his own pants down, revealing a rather large tent in his boxers, which I watched him stroke a few times through the thin material, serving to only turn me on even more. Finally he pushed them down, letting my eyes scan him briefly before rolling the condom over himself. He grabbed my hips pressing softly against my ass.
“Beg Peter.” He commanded, mouth against my ear, licking at it gently.
“Please Patrick…please….I..I need you. Need you in me…fuck I want you…so bad.” I begged, hardly aware of the words spilling from my lips, only focused on one thing.
“Good boy.” He purred, nipping at my ear before pulling his hips back. He lined himself up and slid slowly inside. I bit back a cry at the pain, forcing myself to push back against him. He smiled, pressing a hand to my lower stomach, holding me close as he started up a quick pace, thrusting fast in and out. My head fell back against his shoulder, moaning against his ear, hips working with his.
“Fuck…fucking hell…” I gasped deeply against his ear as he continued, turning his head to bite at my neck, sucking hard, making my knees shake again.
“That’s it baby…” He murmured against my neck, moving his hips faster now, listening to my whimpers and pleas, adjusting my hips to the angle he knew well at this point, thrusting harder to hit my prostate. My body shook with pleasure as he found it, arms wrapping tight back around his neck, my back arching away from his chest, hips thrusting back against him.
“Yes!” I cried out softly. “Don’t...don’t stop...” I begged.
“Never.” He purred softly into my ear, hips moving faster still. Finally his hand wrapped around my cock, stroking fast now, quick movements, up and down, fist gripping tighter and tighter as my body shook more. One final bite, teeth sinking into the skin over my pulse point and I was gone. My head felt like it was spinning as the pleasure crashed through my veins, coming hard, spilling into his hand, managing somehow to coat the wall in front of me as well. He continued to thrust, a few more times before he came, filling the condom. I leaned forward against the wall, both of us panting, struggling to stay on our feet. I whimpered as I felt him pull out, pushing my shirt up, lips moving down my back leaving soft kisses along my spine. I watched as he tossed the used condom onto the floor, bending down and pulling my pants up from around my ankles, buttoning and zipping them before grabbing his own. He turned me around, pushing my back against the wall, kissing me hard.
I pulled back, still panting, giving him a lazy smile. “Come on...let’s go.” I whispered. He nodded and took my hand, kissing my knuckles before walking out to the car with me. I drove back to his apartment, head still spinning from the pleasure.
“Do you wanna stay the night?” He asked quietly as I pulled up to the curb.
“Yeah…I’d like that…” I smiled, sliding the car into ‘park’. I turned it off, locked it and headed up to his apartment with him. Once inside we shed our clothes and crawled into his bed. It was smaller than mine, but still perfect, as it only meant we had to stay close to each other. Patrick fell asleep fast, head against my chest. I watched him for a while before finally drifting off myself, arms wrapped tight around him.
Comments are love.
♥
Author:
raverbear64/fiction_on_firePairing: PatrickxPeter
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Peter has been instructed to write the story of his life. How he went from an amazing childhood, to a lonely man, to the happiest he'd ever been, to loosing it all again.
A/N: Sup muse, where have you been? This fic is taking entirely too long to finish. But it is summer. My muse is back. And I will finish this fic if it kills me to do so. So again..to anyone who's still interested in this story..here goes.
Previous Chapters: Chapter One//Chapter Two//Chapter Three//Chapter Four//Chapter Five//Chapter Six//Chapter Seven//Chapter Eight//
It was Tuesday night, and I still had no idea what we were doing. I saw Patrick Monday night, and he’d given me a map to his apartment and told me to dress down. Not my usual khaki and a dress shirt deal. So I dug at the back of my closet, finding an old pair of jeans, just a smidge too tight, and a black t-shirt. It was about as ‘down’ as I got. As I drove to his apartment, I noticed the neighborhood was sketchy at best, but then I thought I should have expected it. But with Patrick being a diamond boy, it seemed he should be able to afford better. I parked on the street in front of his apartment, walking up to the front door, pressing the button next to Patrick’s name.
“Who is it?” He said over the speaker.
“Me, lemme in?” I asked.
The door in front of me clicked open, and I grabbed it, walking into the building. I quickly climbed the two flights of stairs, and found my way to Patrick’s open door. I let myself into the apartment.
“You here babe?” I called out.
“Yeah.” He called back, walking into the living room, toothbrush in his mouth, a ring of white foam around his lips. I laughed, shaking my head.
“So much for that kiss.”
”In a minute.” He smirked around the toothbrush, walking back into the bathroom. A moment later he returned, smelling strongly of mint.
“Hey.” He smiled, kissing me softly. “Want the tour real quick?”
“Sure.” I said. He nodded, leading me into the small kitchen, then back through the living room, to a small hallway, off of which was the only bedroom, a closet, and a tiny bathroom.
“It’s nice.” I said with a smile, hoping my lie wasn’t too noticeable.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I wouldn’t say nice, but it’s better than the streets. I could afford better, but I…uhm…I have some debt to take care of that eats up most of my paychecks.”
I wanted to ask, but I held back. I knew how touchy I was when someone wanted to talk about how much money I made, or why I was able to afford such a nice house. It made me more than uncomfortable. So I switched subjects.
“So where are we going?” I asked, taking his hand in mine.
“You like dancing?” He asked, looking hopeful.
“Yeah, sure.” I smiled, nodding, only imagining the way Patrick’s body could move to the beat of a song. Dancing is expressing horizontal desires vertically, after all. I smirked at the thought, kissing his cheek. “That sounds fun.”
”Oh good.” He sighed. “I was really worried you’d think it was lame.”
“Nahh.” I laughed. “So where’s the club?” I asked, wondering if it was in this neighborhood.
“Oh, it’s close. Next neighborhood over.”
I let out a slight sigh of relief, smiling wider. “Okay, am I driving or are you?”
“Uhm…you.” He blushed. “No car. Unless you want to take the bus. Which is a great way to woo dates, I hear.” He smirked.
“No, no driving is no problem.” I smiled, kissing him. Together we walked out of the apartment and back to the street where I was thankful to see that my car was still there, and still in tact. I unlocked the doors, sliding in. “So, where to?”
“Uhm, just keep going down the street for a bit.” He nodded.
We drove in almost complete silence except for his instructions. Yet, it wasn’t an awkward silence, it was a comfortable silence. We didn’t need to be talking to know the other’s thoughts. It was nice. Finally we arrived at the club. It looked like any club, a decent sized building, the name, ‘Energy’, glowing from a neon red sign. We parked and got out, the thumping bass already audible from outside. We entered the building, handed over our IDs, and then walked the rest of the way in, stopping at the bar first. I bought us each a drink, as I let myself get accustomed to the club. I had never really been big in the club scene, but still the idea was fun. Loosening up a bit after the drink, I pulled Patrick onto the dance floor. He grinned, wrapping his arms tight around my neck as we moved gently to the beat.
Fast forward three hours, and Patrick was getting hotter by the minute. Quite literally so. His skin was covered with a light sheen of sweat, which only seemed to attract me more to him, as I could not seem to let go of his hips. It was around this time that I realized what a sexual being he was. And it wasn’t just me. Every set of eyes in that club was trained on him, and I know they were envying me for being with him. Which felt great.
“I think I might be the luckiest one in here.” I whispered against his ear.
“Oh? What makes you think that?” He purred quietly, resting his head back on my shoulder, pressing his back against my chest, closing off whatever minimal distance there was between us.
“Everyone is staring at you. They all want you, but for tonight, you’re mine.” I whispered, blowing a stream of cool air over his neck, watching him shiver. He smirked a bit, nodding.
“Yours.” He echoed softly, pushing his ass back against my hips, making me moan quietly. “I’m thirsty, come with me to get a drink?” He asked, turning in my arms. I nodded, taking his hand, walking back over to the bar where I ordered two bottles of water, handing one to him, drinking mine quickly, savoring the cool crisp taste as it slid down my throat. Much to my surprise Patrick only took a few sips of his. I raised an eyebrow, about to question it before he tilted his head back, dumping the rest of the bottle over his face, neck and shoulders. He picked his head back up, smirking at my expression as I watched the water slide in thin rivulets down his neck. Unable to stop myself I stepped forward, sucking at one of them, listening to the quiet moan that came from his lips.
“I just had the hottest vision.” He purred against my ear, nipping gently at it.
“Oh yeah?” I smirked, only wondering what he could come up with here.
“You standing over there in that dark corner with your pants around your ankles begging me to fuck you.” He whispered, making my jaw drop.
“Here?” I asked quietly, looking at him.
“Why not? I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time.” He grinned. “So was that a yes?”
Without another word I took his hand, leading him off towards the nearest corner, letting him push my back against the wall, attacking my lips with kisses, his hand sliding between us, rubbing at my already hardening cock through my jeans. I broke the kiss with a low moan, gasping his name against his ear.
“That’s it baby…” He purred. “Keep moaning for me…you don’t know how much it turns me on...” He nipped at my earlobe, hand working faster before pulling back, popping the button open and tugging the zipper down. He slid his hand inside, no underwear like always, stroking his fingers around the base of my cock, before wrapping his fingers around me, moving his hand slowly up and down.
“Fuck…Patrick…” I gasped against his ear. “Fuck baby…please…” I continued, tugging gently at his hair.
“Tell me what you want.” He commanded, looking up at me with the most innocent expression, despite what his hand was doing, despite the fact that my body was rocking almost violently against his hand.
“Please…please I need you…fuck me…” I finally gasped, letting my eyes roll back, and my forehead rest on his shoulder, as he slid his thumb in light circles over the tip. I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Turn around…hands against the wall.” He whispered, pushing me more into the corner before tugging my pants down to my ankles. He dropped to his knees and pushed my legs further apart before I felt his tongue, oh God. Rimming was hot. It had always been hot. But rimming, in a dark corner, in a club full of people, well that was enough to make me scream. And I did, suddenly thankful for the loud music and pounding bass. My hips jerked back towards his mouth as he continued to lap around my entrance. As my knees started to shake, and my legs threatened to give out, he pulled back, fishing a condom out of his pocket.
“Y-you had this planned?” I asked quietly, looking over my shoulder at him.
“I might have.” He laughed, eyes traveling over my half naked body. Hands against the wall, ass sticking out, eyes dark with lust. “Fuck you look so hot like that.” He whispered. “I wish I had a camera.” He smiled, pulling a hand back, smacking my ass gently, making me yelp with pleasure. “I don’t have any lube…” He whispered. “I’ll go slow.”
I nodded, hardly caring at this point, watching as he pulled his own pants down, revealing a rather large tent in his boxers, which I watched him stroke a few times through the thin material, serving to only turn me on even more. Finally he pushed them down, letting my eyes scan him briefly before rolling the condom over himself. He grabbed my hips pressing softly against my ass.
“Beg Peter.” He commanded, mouth against my ear, licking at it gently.
“Please Patrick…please….I..I need you. Need you in me…fuck I want you…so bad.” I begged, hardly aware of the words spilling from my lips, only focused on one thing.
“Good boy.” He purred, nipping at my ear before pulling his hips back. He lined himself up and slid slowly inside. I bit back a cry at the pain, forcing myself to push back against him. He smiled, pressing a hand to my lower stomach, holding me close as he started up a quick pace, thrusting fast in and out. My head fell back against his shoulder, moaning against his ear, hips working with his.
“Fuck…fucking hell…” I gasped deeply against his ear as he continued, turning his head to bite at my neck, sucking hard, making my knees shake again.
“That’s it baby…” He murmured against my neck, moving his hips faster now, listening to my whimpers and pleas, adjusting my hips to the angle he knew well at this point, thrusting harder to hit my prostate. My body shook with pleasure as he found it, arms wrapping tight back around his neck, my back arching away from his chest, hips thrusting back against him.
“Yes!” I cried out softly. “Don’t...don’t stop...” I begged.
“Never.” He purred softly into my ear, hips moving faster still. Finally his hand wrapped around my cock, stroking fast now, quick movements, up and down, fist gripping tighter and tighter as my body shook more. One final bite, teeth sinking into the skin over my pulse point and I was gone. My head felt like it was spinning as the pleasure crashed through my veins, coming hard, spilling into his hand, managing somehow to coat the wall in front of me as well. He continued to thrust, a few more times before he came, filling the condom. I leaned forward against the wall, both of us panting, struggling to stay on our feet. I whimpered as I felt him pull out, pushing my shirt up, lips moving down my back leaving soft kisses along my spine. I watched as he tossed the used condom onto the floor, bending down and pulling my pants up from around my ankles, buttoning and zipping them before grabbing his own. He turned me around, pushing my back against the wall, kissing me hard.
I pulled back, still panting, giving him a lazy smile. “Come on...let’s go.” I whispered. He nodded and took my hand, kissing my knuckles before walking out to the car with me. I drove back to his apartment, head still spinning from the pleasure.
“Do you wanna stay the night?” He asked quietly as I pulled up to the curb.
“Yeah…I’d like that…” I smiled, sliding the car into ‘park’. I turned it off, locked it and headed up to his apartment with him. Once inside we shed our clothes and crawled into his bed. It was smaller than mine, but still perfect, as it only meant we had to stay close to each other. Patrick fell asleep fast, head against my chest. I watched him for a while before finally drifting off myself, arms wrapped tight around him.
Comments are love.
♥