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God, what a nice little game Patrick was playing.

It wasn't even much of one, but man, was it turning out nice. I couldn't help but feel a bit… Well, happy, honestly, that Patrick was taking over a bit. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love being the one wearing the pants and all, but I'd personally been dying to see what Patrick's fantasies were, what he wanted to do, how he liked to tease… Ahhh, as odd as it all sounded, I kinda wanted to know what he wanted from everything for once… Even if he didn't completely take control still, it was pretty fucking nice.

We hadn't, as of that moment, gone… Well, beyond much more than feeling each other up a little. And, admittedly, I was pretty anxious to get started hitting up third base. And… By the looks of it, I was going to. I was pressed against him, wedging him between my hips and the wall, but in a way that I hoped wasn't uncomfortable. And, based on Pat's reactions, I would say that he was plenty comfortable. Hell, I'd even go so far as to say that he was enjoying himself.

He breathed my name through our kiss, his hot breath slipping in between my lips, his voice a tad husky. Oh, man. I was so ready to do this… Hell, I was beyond ready for it. I'd been ready. I was so ready… Ah, let's not even. I'm just going to go on with the description.

I pulled away from his lips, trailing kisses and along his jaw, moving down to his neck, pecking the soft, sensitive skin and nipping at certain areas that I knew were particularly pleasurable for him. I lingered there for a minute, my lips pressed loosely to his warm skin, made even warmer by the blush that had risen up it and into his cheeks, breathing on it before moving my mouth up to his ear. I nibbled lightly on his ear lobe, one of my hands wandering down to the hem of his pants, unbuttoning them slipping inside of them and grasping the bulge that was there through his boxers, pressing my lips once more to his. Again, the moaning/breathing into my mouth. God, that was heaven.

I slipped my hand back out of his pants, slipping them to the sides and slowly working them down… Trickster and I, unfortunately, had not gotten very far, sexually, and this was another step… One I was hoping he wouldn't refuse. I'd traveled down into his pants a few times, and he'd been getting used to that, but removing them was a whole other story…

"Mmm, Pete," he half-said, half-moaned, his hands moving down to grasp my wrists. I paused, surprised, and immediately pulled my hands way, not wanting him to think I wanted to go further than he was ready for… Because trust me, I was.

"What?" I asked, earnestly. It wasn't fair; Patrick went a little more sexually interesting on me, then was denying even one more step in the whole sexual process. Not fair at all.

"I'm… I-I'm a virgin, Pete…" A blush, brighter than his "sexually aroused blush" rose up, starting in his neck and spreading extremely quickly to his cheeks. They grew a rather bright color, causing me to smirk at him, amused.

"O…Kay?" I gave him a little, "what" look, then kind of realized what he was going at, just as he blushed further and seemed to retreat into himself.

"I…"

"You don't have to give it to me if you don't want…" I mumbled. Although… I'm not going to lie, I would love to take that boy's virginity.

"No, no that's not what I meant…" His blush grew even brighter, and I peered at him curiously, feeling pretty… Slow, actually.

"Well then, wh-"

He hurriedly pressed his lips to mine, and I, surprised, kissed him back, only for him to pull away quickly. I hadn't quite recovered from the initial shock of being kissed in the first place, but him pulling away so quickly just made it that much worse. I stared at him blankly as he backed away towards the door, buttoning up his pants and blushing like a motherfucker. "S-see you at y-your house," he stuttered, and then was gone.

And guess what I got to do?

Stand there. Extremely hormonal, quite a bit turned on, confused as hell, and wondering what the hell was going to happen at my house…

…And, admittedly, kind of looking forward to it.

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God, what a nice little game Patrick was playing.

It wasn't even much of one, but man, was it turning out nice. I couldn't help but feel a bit… Well, happy, honestly, that Patrick was taking over a bit. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love being the one wearing the pants and all, but I'd personally been dying to see what Patrick's fantasies were, what he wanted to do, how he liked to tease… Ahhh, as odd as it all sounded, I kinda wanted to know what he wanted from everything for once… Even if he didn't completely take control still, it was pretty fucking nice.

We hadn't, as of that moment, gone… Well, beyond much more than feeling each other up a little. And, admittedly, I was pretty anxious to get started hitting up third base. And… By the looks of it, I was going to. I was pressed against him, wedging him between my hips and the wall, but in a way that I hoped wasn't uncomfortable. And, based on Pat's reactions, I would say that he was plenty comfortable. Hell, I'd even go so far as to say that he was enjoying himself.

He breathed my name through our kiss, his hot breath slipping in between my lips, his voice a tad husky. Oh, man. I was so ready to do this… Hell, I was beyond ready for it. I'd been ready. I was so ready… Ah, let's not even. I'm just going to go on with the description.

I pulled away from his lips, trailing kisses and along his jaw, moving down to his neck, pecking the soft, sensitive skin and nipping at certain areas that I knew were particularly pleasurable for him. I lingered there for a minute, my lips pressed loosely to his warm skin, made even warmer by the blush that had risen up it and into his cheeks, breathing on it before moving my mouth up to his ear. I nibbled lightly on his ear lobe, one of my hands wandering down to the hem of his pants, unbuttoning them slipping inside of them and grasping the bulge that was there through his boxers, pressing my lips once more to his. Again, the moaning/breathing into my mouth. God, that was heaven.

I slipped my hand back out of his pants, slipping them to the sides and slowly working them down… Trickster and I, unfortunately, had not gotten very far, sexually, and this was another step… One I was hoping he wouldn't refuse. I'd traveled down into his pants a few times, and he'd been getting used to that, but removing them was a whole other story…

"Mmm, Pete," he half-said, half-moaned, his hands moving down to grasp my wrists. I paused, surprised, and immediately pulled my hands way, not wanting him to think I wanted to go further than he was ready for… Because trust me, I was.

"What?" I asked, earnestly. It wasn't fair; Patrick went a little more sexually interesting on me, then was denying even one more step in the whole sexual process. Not fair at all.

"I'm… I-I'm a virgin, Pete…" A blush, brighter than his "sexually aroused blush" rose up, starting in his neck and spreading extremely quickly to his cheeks. They grew a rather bright color, causing me to smirk at him, amused.

"O…Kay?" I gave him a little, "what" look, then kind of realized what he was going at, just as he blushed further and seemed to retreat into himself.

"I…"

"You don't have to give it to me if you don't want…" I mumbled. Although… I'm not going to lie, I would love to take that boy's virginity.

"No, no that's not what I meant…" His blush grew even brighter, and I peered at him curiously, feeling pretty… Slow, actually.

"Well then, wh-"

He hurriedly pressed his lips to mine, and I, surprised, kissed him back, only for him to pull away quickly. I hadn't quite recovered from the initial shock of being kissed in the first place, but him pulling away so quickly just made it that much worse. I stared at him blankly as he backed away towards the door, buttoning up his pants and blushing like a motherfucker. "S-see you at y-your house," he stuttered, and then was gone.

And guess what I got to do?

Stand there. Extremely hormonal, quite a bit turned on, confused as hell, and wondering what the hell was going to happen at my house…

…And, admittedly, kind of looking forward to it.