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works/7377895.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hockey_RPF
  Relationship:
      Patrick_Kane/Jonathan_Toews
  Character:
      Patrick_Kane, Jonathan_Toews
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Half-Sibling_Incest, Anal_Sex, Anal_Plug, Comeplay,
      Implied/Referenced_Underage_Sex, Implied/Referenced_Underage_Relationship
      (s), Age_Difference, Dom/sub, Infantilization_(through_pet_names)
  Series:
      Part 2 of Brothers_Verse
  Collections:
      High_Dicking:_A_Hawks_Prompt_Meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-03 Words: 4915
****** Know the Water's Sweet ******
by runphoebe
Summary
     “What’re you doing here?” Pat asks haughtily. “It’s not bedtime yet.”
      
      
      
     Jonny bites down on a grin, going to lean against Patrick’s desk so
     he’s blocking his eyeline to his computer. Patrick huffs, crossing
     his arms over his chest and scooting his chair back some, not making
     eye contact with Jonny. “No, but it is dinner time,” Jonny says,
     unable to guard against the hint of fondness edging his voice. “Mom
     wanted me to come get you.”
      
     “Oh,” Patrick says, deflating some in his chair.
      
     “She says not to wear the hat,” Jonny adds, fondly reaching behind
     Patrick’s head to tap at the brim. Patrick glowers at him. “I like
     it, though,” he says, sweeping his thumb across Patrick’s cheek. “I
     was thinking you could wear it later while you ride me.”
Notes
     Inspired by the prompt: AU where Kaner and Jonny are half-brothers
     and in a secret/taboo relationship (could be as adults, could be as
     teenagers and on). on the Highdicking Hawks Prompt Meme, and
     originally posted here!
     It has been a loooong time since I wrote incest fic and I forgot how
     much I loved it! Cross posting here because I imagine I'll want to
     play around in this verse at some point in the future. Title is from
     Avicii's Hey Brother lyrics, LMAO.
     This fic deals with the incestuous relationship between Patrick and
     Jonny. They are half-brothers (same father, different mothers), but
     they have been raised together as brothers, and Jonny often refers to
     Donna as his mother too, even though she is not. There are many
     mentions of the incestuous nature of the relationship during explicit
     moments throughout the fic. Jonny is a 21 year old college senior and
     Patrick is an 18 year old high school senior, so no sex within the
     fic is underage, but it is implied that the relationship began before
     Patrick turned 18.
      
     ETA: I was asked to warn for D/s elements in the relationship
     (dom!Jonny and sub!Patrick) and mild infantilization through the use
     of pet names (Jonny calling Patrick 'baby boy'.)
See the end of the work for more notes
“Jonny,” Donna says, chopping up a handful of tomatoes for the salad. “Go tell
your brother that dinner’s ready, would you?”
 
“Where is he?” Jonny asks, but it’s just for the show of it. His mind’s been
thrumming with a low-key awareness of Patrick ever since he got home earlier
that afternoon, all caught up in the clutches of his nervous energy. Patrick’s
avoiding him, pouting in his room since Jonny’s making him behave at least
until their parents go to bed, and Jonny’s not been stupid enough to poke at
that hornet’s nest before now.
 
“In his room, dear,” Donna says. “And tell him not to even think about wearing
that ridiculous hat downstairs, I’ll just take it right off his head.”
 
Jonny snorts. “Sure thing, Donna,” he says, trudging down the stairs one at a
time, footfalls heavy and echoing. Patrick’s room is in the basement now, far
away from their parents on the second floor and relatively soundproof, and
Jonny’s grateful for it. He’s got the big screen TV in his room, so it’s easy
for Jonny to say that he fell asleep playing videogames with Patrick and that’s
why he’s not in his own bed. No one questions brotherly bonding time.
 
He knocks gently on Patrick’s door, twisting the knob open carefully before
Patrick has a chance to respond. It’s not locked, which means Patrick’s not
jerking off. That’s almost a shame - Jonny can’t think of a nicer sight to come
upon than Patrick with his pants around his ankles, body sprawled shivery and
flushed in his desk chair and hand working furiously over the swollen pink
length of his cock, gathering fluid in the cup of his palm. Patrick feels
everything with his whole body; no touch is easy for him, even the pass of his
own fingers over his dick overwhelming as hell.
 
“Pat?” he calls softly, pushing the door open a little further. Patrick’s at
his desk, curled up in his chair with his arms wrapped around his calves, chin
resting on his knees. He’s watching something on his computer and trying hard
to ignore Jonny.
 
“What’re you doing here?” Pat asks haughtily. “It’s not bedtime yet.”
 
Jonny bites down on a grin, going to lean against Patrick’s desk so he’s
blocking his eyeline to his computer. Patrick huffs, crossing his arms over his
chest and scooting his chair back some, not making eye contact with Jonny. “No,
but it is dinner time,” Jonny says, unable to guard against the hint of
fondness edging his voice. “Mom wanted me to come get you.”
 
“Oh,” Patrick says, deflating some in his chair. It’s the first time Jonny’s
been home all semester, and Patrick’s already changed so much in the months
between the start of school and American Thanksgiving. He’s at that age:
freshly eighteen and still growing into the frame of his body, but he’s bigger
than the last time they were together. Broader through his shoulders and
thicker through his waist. Unless he ever packs on serious muscle, he’ll always
be an easy weight for Jonny to flip beneath him or hold up against a wall and
fuck, but he thinks now that one of his t-shirts might not hang so loosely on
Patrick’s frame.
 
He’s just as lovely as he’s always been, though; curls pushed back and
flattened under the Bills snapback that Donna was presumably talking about and
high cheekbones accentuated by the absence of his hair. Jonny wants to press
kisses all along the line of his jaw, the tenderly thin skin beneath his baby
blue eyes, the upturned point of his nose. He wants to be gentle with him as he
cradles his jaw so carefully in one hand, easing it open so he can sweep his
tongue inside the hot cavern of Patrick’s mouth, claiming what’s his for the
first time in months.
 
“She says not to wear the hat,” Jonny adds, fondly reaching behind Patrick’s
head to tap at the brim. Patrick glowers at him. “I like it, though,” he says,
sweeping his thumb across Patrick’s cheek. “I was thinking you could wear it
later while you ride me.”
 
Patrick lets out a whimper at that, then looks betrayed with himself for being
unable to keep it in. He glares at Jonny, but the way he’s leaning into Jonny’s
hand on his cheek is more than indicative of how he’s just as desperate for
Jonny’s touch as Jonny is for his. He’s allowed to be resentful of Jonny for
not giving him exactly what he wants exactly when he wants it, but as long as
he never stops reacting so beautifully to the simplest contact, Jonny’s never
going to mind.
 
“Jonny,” Patrick whines, circling his fingers through the belt loops on Jonny’s
pants. “You’re being a dick.”
 
“Patrick,” he mimicks. “Donna and dad have been home all day. What was I
supposed to do?”
Patrick huffs grumpily. “S’like you don’t even want me anymore,” he says, petty
and ridiculous. For Patrick’s eighteenth birthday, just a few days ago, Jonny’d
called him on Skype and talked him through fucking himself on the big, wide
vibrator Jonny had picked out for him, then made Patrick spread his pretty
cheeks open so Jonny could jerk off staring at the gape of his hole. There’s no
universe in which Jonny will ever stop wanting Patrick.
 
“Oh, baby,” Jonny says, lifting Patrick out of his seat and spinning him
around, pressing him back against the desk so he’s caged in with Jonny’s body,
hands splayed wide on the cheeks of his ass.. Jonny’s still got a fair few
inches on him and Patrick still likes it, shivering and licking his lips as he
looks up at Jonny. “If I could, you know I’d put my dick in you right now and
make you  go to dinner with my come still hot in your ass,” he murmurs,
squeezing his hands tight.
 
“Fuuuck,” Patrick groans. Jonny can feel the skate of his breath across his
neck. When he rolls his hips just slightly against Jonny’s thigh, Jonny can
feel the bulge of his dick through the silky thin material of his basketball
shorts. They’re loose around his ass and Patrick’s freeballing it; it’d be so
easy to work his hand inside and feel out between his legs, just press against
his hole to see how well Patrick opened for him, little body receptive and easy
for it. Patrick’s always been contrary, from the time he was a little kid, but
that’s one thing he’s never difficult over. The  lightest suggestion of a touch
against his ass and he opens right up for Jonny, pretty pale thighs spread over
Jonny’s lap and dick all stiff and pink.
 
It’s a gorgeous image pervading Jonny’s brain: his sweet baby brother rolled
over on his belly for Jonny, ass lifted and thighs open, leaking messily
against the sheets just from the awareness of Jonny’s eyes on the spread of his
hole, twisting around to try and look at Jonny through heavily hooded eyes.  
 
Jonny cups Patrick’s throat and presses their lips together gently, gathering
all of Patrick’s poorly contained moans in his own mouth before the sound can
travel far. “Hush, Pat,” Jonny murmurs. “Mom and Dad are going to hear.”
 
“Jesus, Jonny,” Patrick whines, desperate tears shining in his eyes. “I just
need - just let me, before we - I just -,”
 
“Boys !” Donna calls down the stairs. Her voice is startlingly close, like it’d
just take a few paces down the stairs and she’d see her barely-legal son
rubbing his hard dick against her step-son’s thigh, jerky and impatient. “
Dinner!”
 
“Be right there!” Jonny calls back, voice sounding as normal as ever. He backs
away from Patrick, saying, “C’mon, calm down. Give yourself a sec.”
 
Patrick groans, rubbing a hand over his flushed forehead. It takes a moment,
but the color in his cheeks starts to recede and the bulge in his basketball
shorts goes soft. Jonny wishes he could kiss him again, just the simplest brush
of their lips, but he remembers being that age, being turned on by the most
innocent touches. He likes to tease Patrick, but he doesn’t want to be
completely cruel.
 
“You’re a fucking dick,” Patrick reiterates once he’s gathered himself,
knocking his hat off onto his desk. His curls are a mess on top of his head, a
tempting mass for Jonny to bury his fingers in and massage Patrick’s scalp, but
that will have to wait, too.
 
“Hey, now,” Jonny says, letting Patrick go up the stairs first just so he can
admire the curve of his ass cheeks in his thin shorts. “You haven’t seen me in
three months. Is that any way to talk to your big brother?”
 
*
 
“Guess what?” Jonny says. He’s sheened over with sweat, legs straining all the
way down to the clench of his toes, and his fingers are tight on the plush
cheeks of Patrick’s ass, helping steady him as he sinks slowly down on the
thick intrusion of Jonny’s cock. The strained spread of his rim is torturous,
 all slickly stretched around Jonny when he grazes the join of their bodies
with a fingertip.
 
Even after all this time, Patrick’s body is this tight little thing, still
unaccustomed to the width of the toys he fucks himself with over Skype while
Jonny murmurs softly to him. Just opening him up on Jonny’s fingers had been a
trial, measured and slow and a fight against Patrick’s impatience as he begged
for more, protesting the limitations of his body.
 
“Peeks,” Jonny murmurs, lifting one hand to sweep Patrick’s damp curls from his
forehead. He’s a vision on top of Jonny, face drawn in concentration and lower
lip caught between his teeth, a sweet, rosy flush spreading from the high arch
of his cheekbone down to the smoothness of his chest. Jonny grips Patrick’s
chin between his thumb and forefinger, lower lip slipping out all shiny-wet
with spit. Patrick focuses on him hazily, mouth dropping open on a whine as he
takes Jonny a little deeper. “Guess what, baby?”
 
Patrick looks like he’s having a hard time processing the simplest words,
focused solely on the stretch of Jonny’s dick inside his ass. “W-what?” he asks
after a moment, tongue peeking between his lips to wet them. “Oh, fuck , Jonny,
fuck” he moans when he slides the rest of the way down, ass opened all the way
up around Jonny’s dick. He’s a comfortable weight on Jonny’s lap, thighs flexed
and squeezing and fingers clawed into the muscle of Jonny’s shoulders.
 
“That’s it, baby boy, that’s good,” Jonny says soothingly. Patrick’s all
clenched up, too tight to move, and Jonny runs his fingertips down the notches
of his spine. “Open up for me, c’mon, let me in.”
 
“You are in,” Patrick says, shrilly, asshole rippling around Jonny’s cock as he
relaxes. “You’re all the way fucking in, you dumbass.”
 
Jonny snorts fondly, a harsh exhale as Patrick shifts a little on his lap,
testing the stretch inside him. He rocks up and down, letting Jonny’s cock drag
minutely in and out as he does. “You gotta let me move,” he murmurs, nuzzling
Patrick’s cheek. He wraps an arm around Patrick’s back, drawing him forward
until Jonny’s bearing most of his weight and Patrick’s face is tucked in the
curve of Jonny’s neck. A shudder runs through him, hole going silky smooth and
welcoming for Jonny’s cock as the pressure on Patrick’s prostate increases.
He’s dripping with lube, so it’s easy for Jonny to get his knees bent and  feet
under him on the bed, thrusting up lazily a few times while he holds Patrick
firmly against his body.  “That’s it,” he says again, “there you go.”
 
“Fuh - fuck off,” Patrick stutters, spreading his thighs further over Jonny’s
lap, widening his ass for the dirty-slow grind of Jonny’s cock. “What were -
you were gonna - say something?”
 
“Right,” Jonny remembers, not giving Patrick anything more, even when he
demands it, trying to fuck himself down harder and faster. Jonny reaches to
grip the back of Patrick’s thighs in his hands, steadying him and continuing
the steady rolls of his hips. It’d be more than enough to get him to orgasm,
milking the come out of him with tight, long pulls of Patrick’s body, but it’s
brutal for Patrick, a slow, constant pressure against his prostate and none of
the good, hard pounding that he needs. He can’t give it to himself how he likes
with a dildo, and Jonny’s being a tease.
 
He tangles his fingers through the hair at the base of Patrick’s skull, tilting
his head back before he continues. “Donna and dad think you should come stay
with me on campus for your spring break next semester,” he says, feathering
kisses down Patrick’s jaw as he does. He likes this - Patrick being over him
like this and still feeling like he owns every piece of him.
 
Patrick hums interestedly, sound all tangled up in his throat with a noise of
pleasure as Jonny sucks delicately at his pulse point, tonguing the thin skin.
He can’t leave visible marks, but he continues on a path down Patrick’s neck,
lapping up the salt-sweat taste of him. “Oh?” he breathes, head rolling back on
his neck. The arch of his body is long, pale, and unblemished. Beads of sweat
catch in the divots of his clavicles and the peaks of his nipples, pooling in
the fine gathering of hair below his bellybutton. One breaks free, travelling
the length of his torso as Jonny thrusts into him a few times. His hole’s
taking it easier, now.
 
“Since you’re going to be there for school next year, and all,” Jonny explains,
pressing his fingertips against the back of Patrick’s head to guide him into a
quick kiss. “They think it’d be good for your big brother to show you around,
help you get comfortable.”
 
Patrick forces out a strangled laugh, thighs tensed as he holds himself up just
over Jonny, giving Jonny space to thrust. “Sh - show me around?” he huffs,
moaning a little when Jonny catches his prostate with the head of his cock and
just grinds for a moment. “More like show me the inside of your apartment.”
 
Jonny grins fondly at him. Patrick helped him move in at the beginning of the
year, as he always does, but he’s too much younger than Jonny for their parents
to have ever let him spend an extended period of time on campus with Jonny.
It’d be a first - a week alone with Patrick, assuming his roommate goes out of
town for the break. “Show you the apartment,” he agrees, softly kissing the
side of Patrick’s throat. “Show you the couch,” he adds, switching to the other
side and lavishing kisses there, careful not to leave marks but generous with
his tongue. “Show you the shower,” he says, pressing his lips against Patrick’s
dimple. “Show you my bed,” he says.
 
Patrick moans, helpless, rubbing his dick against Jonny’s belly as Jonny keeps
sliding in and out of his hole, staying in deep the entire time. It doesn’t
feel like either of them are chasing an orgasm yet, content to ride the heady
waves of arousal drawn out by the slow drag of Jonny’s cock inside Patrick.
“Yeah,” he agrees, fervent.
 
“Keep you there all week,” Jonny continues, tipping Patrick back onto him so
his face is tucked in Jonny’s neck again. It’s flushed warm this time, slow
blinks of his eyes pulsing against Jonny’s skin. “Order out for food so you
don’t even have to get dressed. I’m gonna fuck that pretty ass so raw you won’t
be able to do anything but lie on your belly and take it.”
 
“Fuck, Jonny ,” Patrick says desperately, muffled into Jonny’s neck, and
suddenly it’s like everything amped up to one hundred in the space of a few
seconds, that previous contentedly viscous, slow-moving arousal now pumping hot
and urgent through Jonny’s veins, demanding more than he can take from Patrick
in this position. The leisurely slide of his cock into Patrick isn’t enough; he
needs to fuck.
 
Deftly, he cups the back of Patrick’s thighs and eases him off his dick,
shushing Patrick’s whines. “Knees and shoulders, Peeks,” he directs, getting
out from beneath Patrick and knee-walking around behind him. “Reach back and
hold yourself open for me.”
 
Patrick groans as he does what he’s told, knees braced wide on his wrinkled
sheets, toes curling as they dig into the material. His shoulders take most of
his weight as he brings his arms behind himself to place his hands on his
asscheeks, tugging them open to bare his hole for Jonny’s gaze. His face is
turned out onto the pillow and Jonny can see his lashes flutter at the draft of
cool air against his lube-wet, sensitized hole. His lips are bitten red and his
cock and balls hang heavy between his legs, drawn up so tightly Jonny can’t
help but consider how fiercely Patrick feels every aspect of his arousal. So
gripped up in his ass, so tight between the legs.
 
Normally, there’s nothing Jonny loves more than seeing Patrick’s hole when it’s
untouched and barely flushing the lightest pink for him, but this is one of the
most gorgeous sights he’s ever laid eyes on. Patrick is shiny with lube, still
slightly stretched to accommodate the girth of Jonny’s cock, and he’s puffy
from taking it,  rim tugged open around the tips of his fingers.
 
“I’m taking a video of this,” Jonny tells him. “Before I go back to school, I’m
fucking you with that plug I got you and I’m taking a video while you’re still
gaping from it, so I can imagine coming in your sweet little hole any time I
want, baby boy.”
 
Patrick whines and mutters something incomprehensible into the pillow as he
arches his back, rim flexing invitingly for Jonny’s cock. He rubs his
fingertips over the stretch of it, resting his other hand soothingly on
Patrick’s lower back.
 
“What was that, sweetheart?” he asks, Patrick’s words buried too far into the
pillow for Jonny to understand.
 
“Wh - when I come stay with you, I - we -,” he breaks off in another whine as
Jonny fits the head of his cock over Patrick’s hole, pushing in firmly. It goes
easy since Jonny’s already been in him tonight, and Patrick’s body is a limp,
sensitive thing beneath him. Jonny’s grip around his hips is tightly
unforgiving, squeezing intently as he sets a fast pace that has Patrick open-
mouthed and drooling against the pillow in a matter of moments. It’s taken work
to get him used to the size of Jonny’s cock, but Christ, is the payoff worth
it.
 
“Yeah, Peeks?” Jonny urges him to continue, punching little breaths out of him
with every thrust. “What’ll happen when you come stay with me, babe?”
 
“I - I - you won’t have to uh, Jesus, Jonny,” he moans, hands slipping from his
sweat-slicked ass cheeks to fist in the comforter. “You won’t have to imagine.
Um, coming in me whenever you want, I mean. You can, uh, you can just do it.
And keep it all in there with the plug, I, uh. I like that.”
 
Jonny shivers at the suggestion of that, fingers achingly tight on Patrick’s
narrow hips. “I’ve never done that to you before,” he says, groaning when
Patrick tightens up down the length of his dick, knocking the breath out of
him.
 
“I. Sometimes, I,” he says. “I push my own inside and do it to myself. Pretend
that it’s yours,” he admits in a rush, yelping when Jonny’s restraint
fractures, sending him shoving forcefully into Patrick’s body.
 
The image of Patrick burying his own come inside his asshole and plugging
himself up just so he can pretend he’s walking around full of Jonny’s spunk is
too much. He’s so close to getting there, floating on the precipice of control
and much too much, orgasm threatening to wash through him with the minutest
tensing of Patrick’s ass.
 
The sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor upstairs drags him harshly back to
reality. It’s hardly noticeable, just the slight scuff of slippered feet
against the wood, the squeak of a cabinet as it opens and closes, and the rush
of water from the faucet, but it’s enough to have Jonny on high-alert. Patrick
always loses himself completely in these moments, so it’s even more important
for Jonny to have his defenses up.
 
“Peeks, baby,” he says, so softly. Patrick whines when Jonny’s thrusts slow,
ass chasing the pressure of them. “No, no, sweetheart, shhh. Mom is upstairs so
you gotta be quiet for me, hmm? Can you do that?” he asks, punctuating himself
with a roll of his hips. A tiny moan escapes Patrick’s lips and he looks
horrified with himself, wide-eyed with terror as he looks back at Jonny.
 
Jonny strokes his hair. He knows Patrick’s just as close to coming as Jonny’d
been, and doesn’t want to stop, but it’s hard for him to be completely silent,
constantly overwhelmed by the sensations that his body feels, startled anew
each time Jonny draws an orgasm out of him from the relentless rhythm on his
prostate.
 
Patrick looks helplessly back at him, all tensed like he’s afraid Jonny’s going
to try to pull out. Instead, Jonny curls two fingers around Patrick’s cheek,
tugging at the corner of his mouth until he opens wide. “Suck on my fingers,”
Jonny instructs, pleased when Patrick closes his mouth around them, tongue
lifting to stroke the crease between them. “It’s hard to be quiet, baby, I
know, but you gotta try for me, it’s really important. Just suck on my fingers
as hard as you need, okay? Be quiet for me and we’ll try out that plug tonight,
see how pretty it looks when it’s locking my come in you.”
 
Patrick makes a watery little noise of assent around Jonny’s fingers, and Jonny
braces his other hand in the middle of Patrick’s back, feeling his head spin
when Patrick sucks hard each time Jonny thrusts in. He can still hear Donna
shuffling around upstairs, but he has no urge to stop. Patrick’s clamping down
rhythmically around him and his tongue is velvety soft and wet each time it
swipes over Jonny’s fingers.
 
“Fuck, look at you, little slut,” Jonny breathes affectionately. “You need cock
so badly, you wouldn’t even be able to help yourself if she came down here
right now, would you? You need a big cock filling your little hole that bad.”
 
Patrick whines, something that sounds like disagreement, but Jonny fucks into
him harder and he goes limp, hands reaching back to spread his cheeks once more
for Jonny so he can bury his dick that final inch inside.
 
Jonny has to pull his fingers out of Patrick’s mouth so he can get better
leverage to fuck. “Bite the pillow,” he instructs, making sure Patrick’s got
his wet mouth open around the pillow before he urges his knees wider and fucks
his way in, letting out a punched out exhale at the forced tightness of
Patrick’s hole. It’s steadying and chaotic all at once, the clutch of Patrick’s
body, the surety of Jonny’s orgasm and the unpredictability of it, Patrick’s
hushed whimpers and the receding sound of footsteps on the floor upstairs.
 
He’s not going to last much longer.
 
“Tug on your dick,” Jonny instructs, pounding into Patrick’s ass. Patrick
releases one of his cheeks and shoves his hand beneath himself, fist flying
furiously over the length of his cock, mindless of the undoubted burn of
friction. He’s emitting these hot little moans into the pillow, catching in his
throat each time Jonny gets him real good right on his prostate, and the
channel of his ass is starting to clench just like it does right before he
comes, spasming hard.
 
“You about to shoot, baby?” Jonny asks, getting in deep and just grinding
there, letting his head roll back as he feels his own orgasm start to roll
through the heaviness of his balls. Patrick nods, mouthing the pillowcase wetly
as his eyes flood with desperate tears. His hand is stalled around the head of
his cock, intent on working out his orgasm as efficiently as possible. “Catch
it in your hand,” Jonny orders right as he feels the first wave of Patrick’s
orgasm pulse through him. “I wanna see what it looks like when you fill
yourself up.”
 
Jonny’s grateful, then, that he’d heard Donna go back upstairs, because Patrick
can’t contain himself, turning his face out of the pillow to reveal his tear-
damp cheek, flushed hot with arousal all down his throat and whining out the
force of his orgasm as he pumps his cock with one hand and catches his load
with the other, coating his cupped fingers.
 
“Jonny , holy shit, you gotta,” Patrick begs. He’s getting sensitive; he needs
the soothing rush of Jonny’s come, and Jonny wants to give it to him. “C’mon, I
want it, I want - inside, Jonny, please.”
 
“Show me,” Jonny commands, tapping on the arm with the hand that’s cupped full
of come. Patrick startles briefly at that, but he recovers, carefully twisting
his arm behind himself to show Jonny the deposit of jizz on his fingers, milky
white and fluid where it rests, waiting to be shoved into Patrick’s ass. “Good
boy,” Jonny says. “Good.”
 
“Jonny,” Patrick pleads again, craning his neck to look at Jonny over his
shoulder. That’s it for Jonny; that sweetly desperate voice and the urgency for
Jonny’s come. His body curls in over Patrick as he pours his load inside his
ass, slickly coating his hole with stream after stream of come. It’s fucking
amazing, like getting the wind knocked out of him at a hundred miles an hour.
Any time they have to go a while without sex results in something
catastrophically mind-melting the next time they’re together, but this is
something unto itself. Jonny can feel his dick throbbing with the force of his
release.
 
“I’m gonna pull out, okay?” Jonny murmurs, smoothing a hand down Patrick’s
spine, bending to kiss his shoulder. “Keep your back arched,” he says, not
wanting any of his come to slip out. “I’ll be right back.”
 
Patrick hums hazily in agreement, nuzzling his pillow and keeping his ass up
and open while Jonny goes to find his plug, wrapped in a pair of socks in the
bottom of his sock drawer. He grabs a damp washcloth from the bathroom on the
way back and goes to sit behind Patrick, pressing a series of tender kisses
along the soft join of his ass and his thigh.
 
“Let me see how you put it in yourself,” Jonny says, soft, resting his head
Patrick’s ass cheek.
 
“It’s, um - I mean, it doesn’t really,” Patrick shrugs. “Uh, work all that
well. I just like imagining it.”
 
“Let me see,” Jonny says again, nipping at Patrick’s thumb when he brings it up
to spread himself open, lifting his fingers full of tacky come to the swollen
rim of his hole. It is messy and inefficient, pushing his own come inside from
this angle, but Jonny’s so fucking into it that it’s hard to breathe. He
watches, still resting sleepily against Patrick’s ass as his cock twitches
feebly, chasing stray drops of come with his fingers and helping push them into
the hot clutch of Patrick’s hole. When it seems like he’s transferred
everything he can, Jonny grasps Patrick’s wrist in his hand and carefully
bathes his fingers of all traces of come with his tongue. He tastes musky-rich,
like the both of them together, and it makes Jonny all heady with it.
 
“‘S gross, Jonny,” Patrick accuses, like Jonny can’t see the swell of his
erection, already lifting between his legs again.
 
Jonny ignores him. “Legs open,” he says when Patrick tries to close them and
rolls over. “Just one more minute for me.”
 
Patrick grunts, doing as he’s told, and his appreciative little moan as Jonny
sinks the plug deep inside him lets Jonny know that he’s not actually unhappy
with this turn of events. His hole takes it beautifully, swallowing down the
silicone like he’s not just spent the past half hour get pounded by a big cock.
It’s hardly noticeable pressed all the way to the base, but Jonny knows it
curves toward his belly in a way that snags against his prostate if he moves
just right.
 
“Feels good,” Patrick says with a shiver, finally collapsing down and rolling
over onto his back with a shiver.
 
“Good,” Jonny whispers, wiping stray splashes of come from Patrick’s belly and
cock with the damp cloth, flinging it onto the floor when he’s all done.
Patrick’s very clearly fucked out, blinking lazily up at Jonny and gesturing
for him to come close, eager for contact. Jonny complies easily, flattening
himself on the bed and tucking Patrick into the curl of his body.
 
“Were you serious -,” Patrick starts, breaking off to yawn right in Jonny’s
face. “Serious before? About me coming to visit I mean?”
 
Jonny hums, ducking to brush the lightest of kisses to Patrick’s sweat-sheened
forehead. “A week in bed,” he confirms, fingertips grazing over Patrick’s
abdomen in the hint of a playful tickle.
 
“And the shower,” Patrick reminds, grinning teasingly up at Jonny. “And the
couch.”

“Anywhere you want,” Jonny agrees.
End Notes
     Thanks for reading!!
     Hmu on tumblr if you want to watch me cry about making Kaner and
     Jonny do depraved things to each other!!
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