Chapter Text
One week after the New Rochelle, N.Y. Challenger.
3:10am
Art woke up by the cold breeze grazing his naked back and ass, he squeezed Tashi’s bicep and disentangled their limbs to free himself from her strong grasp. With a knowing smile, he made sure she was warm under the covers before getting up and walking towards the open balcony doors.
Patrick took one last drag out of his cigarette and put it out against the rusty metal railings. He turned around, and his eyes travelled all across Art's naked body before speaking.
“You don't want to catch a cold, babe”
Art ignored the chills and goosebumps on his skin and walked towards him just as Patrick opened his arms to catch him mid-step. Like a choreography, he wrapped them both inside his bathrobe, and Art sighed in relief at the sudden wave of warmth engulfing him.
“It's 3 am, Patrick. Go back to bed please”
“Hmm…you smell so good” The other man replied, nosing along his neck and Art shivered at the rough scratch of his beard. Always so evasive. He bit him on the fleshy part of his shoulder and Patrick groaned in pain but made no effort to move away from the sudden attack.
“Bed, please”
They were face to face now. Noses about to touch, lips not entirely closed because there were still so many things unsaid. Their soft cocks were pressed together, tummies and chest sharing heat with each other.
“Or what? Are you going to bite me again? I didn't have you for a biter”
Art chuckled and barely brushed his top lip against Patrick's bottom lip.
“You stink of cigarettes”
“You stink of my dried cum”
Art fell silent, fair enough.
He let Patrick guide him towards the bed again, this time making sure to close the balcony door properly behind them. Tashi was awake, resting on her elbows with her shoulder length hair all tussled by the bed and other activities.
“Come cuddle both of you, I'm cold” She said before lying back down.
Patrick got behind her and Art at the front, back to their puzzle of limbs, tits, tummies and warm hands.