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Post by • j e s s e on Mar 18, 2013 21:37:37 GMT -5
Smoke billowed out of Gabe's parted lips taking haphazard passage to the small gap that separated one boy from another before slipping like a slithery snake into the mouth adjacent. A smirk pulled at his features making Gabriel seem very pleased with himself as he sat up and backed away. He knew not to go too far, not to try too hard. Breaking the easy atmosphere would do nothing but damage the painstaking progress they had made to become friends again. Although maintaining that he'd never done anything wrong in the first place, Gabe played along. Patch was a sensitive creature. It was easy to tell when he was comfortable and when he wasn't and Gabe found it was always easier to get him to relax if there was a little herb promised to him.
Sharing the smoke was nothing new, no need to waste any bit of it, but the act itself had come few and far between since the two had gone to blows over what Gabriel unaffectionately refers to as "the incident" complete with air quotes and a frown. It was always more likely when all they had left was the stub of a spliff they'd been hoarding, when both were bone dry and broke. Gabriel liked the closeness. He enjoyed the sandalwood and strawberry scent that he was sure came from Patch using whatever assortment of his mother's hair products he could get his hands on. Then there was that soft peach fuzz on his chin and cheeks that he always thought about pressing his lips to just to see what it would feel like but he never crossed that line. No, Gabe's feelings may have grown, his longing to be closer and closer to Patch intensifying over time but he kept to the idea that if he were ever to do that the other would surely leave for good. He couldn't risk losing his best friend over something silly hormones screamed about. It would pass, fade, disappear.
"Your turn," he announced when the smoke cleared, presenting Patch with the tiny nub left in his roach clip. It was the very last of what they had until Gabe could see "a guy he met this one time at that place" as was the usual case. "Don't be a fucking hog either, I see that look in your eye."
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Post by . n i k k i . on Mar 18, 2013 22:18:22 GMT -5
Patch couldn't remember when he'd started smoking. He could remember why he'd started, though. He thought it made him look cool. In fact, most of what Patch did was to be cool. The sad thing was, most of it wasn't actually cool. The whipped up, glee inspired fringe he liked to do; lame. The leather Jacket he said made him look like James Dean; pretentious. The way he acted like he was the Adonis and that everyone loved him; just fucking annoying. You couldn't tell Patch any of that, though. Or he'd give you the look. That wounded puppy, how can you say such a thing, don't you think I'm pretty, look. The look that either made you feel like a shit head, or was way too annoying to ignore. Either way, he won out in the end.
Especially with Gabe. He always won when it came to his best friend. Gabe thought he could withstand the look, but Patch knew better. He knew that Gabe couldn't deny him anything when he used the look. A different person might try to limit the times they used such a powerful weapon, but not Patch. He used it to his advantage as much as possible. And when that didn't work, he would launch into a full on pouting fit that could include (but wasn't limited to); the silent treatment, passive aggression, guilt trips.. Basically every obnoxious form of emotional manipulation. The only thing was, Patch did it all without even realizing he was being manipulative. Like a child or a dog, he was simply trying to get what he wanted.
Rolling his eyes, the blonde gave his friend a shove. "Don't be mean." Taking the nub, Patch eyed it. He had half a mind to just smoke it all to spite the other, but then what excuse would he have for the closeness? Not that he liked it.. No. They'd been through all that. He just.. it was cold or something. Taking a long drag, holding it in one hand. The other reaching out to tug on Gabe. Bringing him in. Ha. He'd make Gabe do the work.
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Post by • j e s s e on Mar 18, 2013 22:45:44 GMT -5
Gabe was a sucker for Patch's shtick. The whole get up and hair do and the way he inhaled too long on joints and cigarettes and hid the spluttering cough in the sleeve of his ridiculous jacket. It was the realness beneath the show he put on that Gabe was crazy about. He pretended to be annoyed more often than he was. It was a game. Let Patch get upset and run through his whole routine. Then, when he least expected it, give in and revel in that pure joy that spread across his face. Really, the kid was easy to please. Give him some attention and make sure to compliment him a few times and he was good to go. Gabe was probably the only person who got away with doing the opposite and mostly because he was never serious about anything. By this stage in their friendship there were no true secrets. The walls had all come down and both boys knew one another inside out to the point that sometimes Gabe could predict Patch's next move before he ever decided to make it. Which was why when the other pulled him close and did nothing to be helpful, Gabriel wasn't surprised. No, this was typical Patch attempting to make everything harder than it had to be but Gabe was used to it and had a handful of his own tricks up his sleeves.
He scooted closer, ducking his head down as the other inhaled. Not satisfied until there was virtually no space between them, Gabe lifted a strong hand. His fingers splayed out against Patch's jaw and his thumb rested on his chin, pulling it down and forcing the other's mouth open just enough that he could suck the rouge smoke free from his mouth if he were close enough. Without mind, Gabe's free hand found Patch's waist, a nasty habit that he would later scold himself for developed from Gabe's less innocent time with other boys, and deft fingers massaged into the skin there. "Give it up," he nudged the other with his nose, lips close enough to brush the other's as he spoke. "Don't be stingy."
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Post by . n i k k i . on Mar 18, 2013 23:09:31 GMT -5
Huh. Yeah. It had to be that he was cold. That was all. There was no other explanation for the way his body responded to Gabe. The bloody fucking betrayer that it was. Try as he might though, Patch couldn't get his body to comply with the requests his head was screaming. NO! DON'T ARCH UP INTO HIS TOUCH. NO. DON'T MELT AT THE FEEL OF HIS FINGERS MASSAGING YOUR SKIN. PUSH THE FUCKER OFF. LINES ARE IN DANGER OF BEING CROSSED. Somehow though, the signals between his brain and the rest of him were not working. It seemed that when Gabe was around, Patchrick's body had a mind of it's own. Since.. the thing neither of them would talk about.. he couldn't control the butterflies in his stomach. Or the boner in his skinny jeans. Or boxes, if Gabe happened to get too close while they shared the same bed.. Whatever, you get the point.
Eyes boring into Gabe's, Patch considered keeping the smoke in, not giving the other any. Though, they both knew that he couldn't. He'd most likely choke on it, then waste the high for both of them. Still death glaring his best friend, Patch blew the smoke directly into Gabe's mouth. Attempting to mimic the way he'd seen people do it in movies, where it looked cool and sexy and badass.
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Post by • j e s s e on Mar 18, 2013 23:21:32 GMT -5
It was bad that Gabe was enjoying it. He should have known at the moment it became more than just trying to extract the smoke that he needed to stop. Self control was lacking, will power nonexistent. When Patch's body lifted into his touch he lost all ability to think for himself. As the smoke came out, Gabe got closer and before he could make up even a single excuse to back away he was again in that dangerous territory filled with plus lips and soft skin. God dammit, why couldn't he stop? The kiss was small, hidden under the guise of the shared toke and when he gathered the nerve to pull away he did so completely. Smoke expelled from his nose and eyes went down to the clip. "That's just paper," he excused it all away, snatching the clip and rubbing out the cherry in the bottom of the little glass ashtray that was settled nearby. Fuck, why couldn't he just ignore all of those urges and pretend Patch was just some other guy and there was nothing special about him?
Doing his best to ignore what he had just done, playing it off like it was no big deal, he fished around in his pocket until he extracted a smashed pack of cigarettes. Shaky hands pulled one free and settled it between his lips, sating his oral fixation for the moment. He flicked the lighter several times but the flame wouldn't stay long enough for him to make any progress. Cursing, he brought his hand to his face, covering his eyes. He felt so incredibly stupid.
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Post by . n i k k i . on Mar 18, 2013 23:40:35 GMT -5
A sharp jolt that started in his lips and shot through to his fingers and toes made it impossible for Patch to pretend that nothing had just happened. The line his head was so scared of, and his body so ready for, had been crossed. Gabe had kissed him. Sure, it had been small and quick, and smokey. But undoubtedly a kiss. As Gabe pulled back, Patch could only glare at him. Angry that he had dared to try, but even angrier that he had started but not followed through. Angry at himself for wanting the follow through. Shaking his head, Patch tore his gaze away from the other. Dropping his head back against the wall he was leaning on and squeezing his eyes closed. Why did this keep happening? He just didn't understand.
He stayed like that for a moment, trying to clear his thoughts. This was all Gabe's fault. He was sure of it. Turning back to look at his best friend, Patch opened his mouth to start in on Gabe, but stopped. He was a selfish prick, but seeing the other trying to light a cigarette, and looking so... pathetic.. Patch couldn't bring himself to rant. Rolling his eyes, he sighed. "Oh come here." Trying to keep the annoyed expression on his face, Patch lent over and took the lighter from Gabe, lighting it and holding it up for Gabe to light his cigarette.
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Post by • j e s s e on Mar 18, 2013 23:52:51 GMT -5
Gabe couldn't protest the help he was being offered. Instead he let out a heavy sigh and nodded, allowing Patch to do as he pleased. In a moment the cigarette was lit and still shaky, he took a drag and pulled it from his lips. "I'm sorry I'm such an asshole," he blurted out, words combined with smoke. He couldn't sit there and not take responsibility. It wasn't like he hadn't tried, or at least come close, so many times before now. Whenever Patch got close that feeling was there, that look in his eye. Gabe was sure the other had caught him several times licking his lips or stealing glances when he was supposed to be watching some loud movie on the tv screen in Patch's bedroom. He wanted Patch. There was no denying it. The animalistic urge to take what he wanted was actively being suppressed and had been ever since the rejection that followed their very first romp. Gabe was too young and too high to possess the kind of power it took to keep from doing something stupid.
"You said not to. You said you didn't want that, you didn't like it. And I did it anyway because I'm a huge fucking jerk who only thinks about what he wants. You're not gay, you'll never be gay and what happened between us was a mistake." Once he'd started talking it was like someone had lifted the flood gates and all the truths in the world began spilling out of Gabe's mouth. "It's just really hard to resist you and your stupid fluffy hair and that god damned pout..."
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Post by . n i k k i . on Mar 19, 2013 0:19:01 GMT -5
Tossing the lighter into the mangled bedding that was Gabe's bed, the blonde shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know what to say to that. Gabe was an asshole, but he couldn't agree on the account of the very large part of him that was right now visualizing the way the kiss should have ended. Fuck. He was in trouble, wasn't he? Straight guys just do not fantasize about sticking their tongues down other guy's throats, or their hands down other guy's pants. There had to be a way of explaining these sorts of thoughts, right? Maybe he was just really horny, and since there were no girls willing, he was projecting his needs onto Gabe, who was willing? Was that even a thing? God, he wasn't game enough to tell a therapist and let them analyze his messed up mind.
Closing his eyes, Patch tried to zone Gabe out. He didn't want to listen. He didn't want to talk about what had happened. He.. couldn't even think about it or he might admit that he was a lying shit head who had enjoyed it just as much, if not more than Gabe had. He couldn't let Gabe know that though, no way. It would make his whole 'not gay' claim even harder to stick, and probably cause another fight. He didn't want to fight with Gabe. Not when they had worked so hard at getting their friendship back. Without giving it much thought, acting only on his frustration and desire for the other to shut the hell up, Patch lunged at him. Pinning him to the bed by straddling him. Gripping both the other boy's wrists tightly. "Would you kindly shut your mouth before I shut it for you?" Pause. "Also. I knew you liked my hair, you little jerk."
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Post by • j e s s e on Mar 19, 2013 0:33:07 GMT -5
"Fuck you," Gabe spat back followed by a groan when his body hit the bed. He was only temporarily distracted before he realized that not only was he pinned down to the bed but that it was Patch doing the pinning and that he was being straddled. Straddled! Horrified at the idea of what his body might do without his permission he wiggled hard and stretched and stretched in an attempt to not fit his crotch directly in the groove of Patch's ass. Eventually he had to settle, trying not to allow his body to mimic the way his brain felt about being underneath Patch. He couldn't count the number of daydreams that started off like this. Of course, he was sort of embarrassed to admit that he was dreaming about Patch at all but still. "I'd like to see you try," he hissed back but was overwhelmed with the idea that it might mean Patchrick was going to kiss him. No, no, no. He couldn't get his hopes up for something that was not ever going to happen. "I said it was stupid not that I liked it." No, but he'd definitely like to run his fingers through it a few times.
It couldn't be like this all the time. They couldn't keep going back and forth between yes and no. The green lights and the red lights were getting confusing and it wouldn't be much longer before Gabe would be unable to contain himself. "C'mon, get off of me." His protest was weak, lacking seriousness. "Don't play around because I want to fuck you and you don't want me to and those are big lines, buddy."
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Post by . n i k k i . on Mar 19, 2013 0:54:59 GMT -5
Patch had been all set to pout about the hair comment. To apply some sort of pressure or torture while he had Gabe beneath him to try and get the other to admit that his hair was fantastic. Which it was, by the way, and they both knew it. Gabe just had to admit it. He'd been all set to make the other admit it, when WHAM. Gabe had made the whole thing completely awkward. With a groan, Patch rolled off the other, sure to knee him in the chest as he did. "Why do you need to do that?" He let out, with a second, frustrated sigh. "Why does it all have to come back to sex? We used to wrestle all the fucking time and it was never about getting your stick wet, so why does it have to be now?" While he was frustrated, there was a whine to his tone that suggested he was pouty. Pouty that Gabe had to go and ruin the moment. Until he had brought it up, Patch was pretending it was all very innocent. "God, You're such a butt head."
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Post by • j e s s e on Mar 19, 2013 1:04:25 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, I used to not think about you naked all the time either but that's sure changed." Fuck, he'd gone too far. But really it was more a warning for Patch than anything. Abusing his position could've gathered a reaction from Gabe that Patch wasn't ready to deal with. Sitting up and readjusting on the bed into a position that would prove much harder for Patch to pin him again, with his back against he wall and his legs drawn up close, Gabe glanced over. "I'm sorry it's awkward all the time." But at the same time he wasn't. Those awkward moments were really all he could steal from the other without crossing the line. Except tonight, of course, because he was easily leaping over the line and stomping it out with the heel of his shoe. He was frustrated that he couldn't bring this all back together, to make it less awkward, to make himself stop thinking about things in the wrong way. Part of him wanted to take everything he'd said and everything he'd done and put it back in the bag where it'd come from. But the other part of him was relieved to unload. Silence filled the room momentarily, interrupted at first only by Patch's whining before Gabe decided it was his turn to speak up again.
"Why do you have to pretend it didn't happen?"
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Post by . n i k k i . on Mar 19, 2013 1:21:26 GMT -5
Gabe had him there. That question.. It was impossible to answer without letting out his secrets. It was a strange feeling, knowing he had to keep things from his best friend. He'd never had to do this before, and he wasn't sure he was fond of this whole situation. Squeezing his eyes shut, Patch let out another groan. Couldn't Gabe just leave well enough alone? Obviously not. Sitting himself up, and scooting closer in one movement, Patch snaked his arm up and around Gabe's neck. Tugging him close. "I thought I told you to shut your mouth?" he warned, voice low. Breath mingling with Gabe's.
There was only one thing he could think of that would shut Gabe up, but he shouldn't... He couldn't. He could. And that scared the crap out of him. Lips trembling, Patch let his eyes close slowly. If he saw what he was doing, he wouldn't do it. And God. He wanted to do it. Just close the distance. Lean in and kiss him. Tongue darting out, he wet his lips, before leaning in and closing the Gap.
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Post by • j e s s e on Mar 19, 2013 1:30:41 GMT -5
"When have I ever listened to you?" Gabe's voice was quiet, a mere whisper. He was too stunned by the closeness to try anything brave. Mind foggy with smoke and questions, he could only anticipate what Patch was about to do. Or, at least, what he hoped he would do. Was it so much to ask that for once it happen and neither one of them have to apologize for it? Honestly, Gabe never knew he'd even wanted it until it happened. The moment the lights went out, Patch became someone else entirely and their relationship changed. And the minute they came back on? Well... that was the moment everything had to be swept under the rug. But there was no more room and things were getting dirty again.
The quiet, hesitant, moments that passed between them were the longest most frustrating periods of time Gabe had ever experienced. If he just leaned in a little he could close the gap himself. But no, he had to let Patch do it and do so on his own terms or he was just taking advantage again. When soft lips met his Gabe melted. His hand found Patchrick's shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze, and then traveled up into his hair. His stupid, fluffy, beautiful hair.
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Post by . n i k k i . on Mar 19, 2013 1:43:42 GMT -5
Shit. Shit shit. They were kissing. Shit. They were kissing. Shit shit shit. They were kissing and he had started it. Shit. Brain sparking and malfunctioning at the very idea, Patch couldn't rely on his mind to rationalize this out. He had no excuse for his actions, and he knew when he stopped Gabe would only have renewed reasons to question him. So he didn't stop. The squeeze to his shoulder was encouraging, and Patch found himself pressing his lips firmer into Gabe's. One hand tightening around Gabe's neck. The other trailing down to the other's legs. Trying to pull them away from Gabe's chest. Desperate to feel his chest against his own. Lips breaking from Gabe's slightly, he let his own nose nuzzle with the other. "Admit it, you like my hair."
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Post by • j e s s e on Mar 19, 2013 1:53:16 GMT -5
Gabe allowed himself to unfold, closing the distance between himself and Patch. He didn't want to question it. He was tired of having to ask why it was being avoided or why it happened in the first place. Honestly at this point he was just glad it was happening at all. There would be time later for answers but Gabe was very much pleased that he was getting the physical satisfaction he craved from the other boy. Patch was way more petite than he'd like to believe and it was far too easy for Gabe to shift their positions and pull the other into his lap. The closer they were the happier he felt and honest to god he was just going with what felt right in the moment. Of course, then Patch had to open his mouth.
"It looks stupid." Gabe insisted, small grin pulling at his features. "But I like it."
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