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patrick is so silly in this I love it and I love him
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18+ !NSFW!
Day 4: Two prompts in one 😊
SFW: Interview
NSFW: Strap on
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A year ago, Patrick would have never imagined staying up to watch Art on the Late Late Show deflecting questions about their relationship; but ever since they hugged each other at the challenger and that photo went viral, their life has been under a microscope. Clearly Art winning the US Open for the first time wasn’t as important as: Did you see Patrick Zweig sitting next to Art’s sister at the Open?
Even people who don’t give a fuck about tennis are invested in them for some reason. Half the world is convinced that he and Art are having a secret affair and that Tashi is just his beard.
“Which is ridiculous actually,” Art smiles at the host, shrugging it off. “I wish my life was that interesting. But the truth is me and Tashi… we’re very boring. I mean we’re usually pretty private. Obviously, the press and stuff comes with the job but on a regular day we’re doing our jobs and raising our daughter. And Patrick is…he’s just an old friend. We lost touch and now we’re just making up for lost time.”
Patrick is lying in Tashi and Arts bed sharing a bowl of ice cream with Tashi. “He’s such a good liar, right?” Patrick says.
”It’s not that far from the truth,” she says, glancing back at him with a smirk.
“So what I’m hearing is he’s an old friend that you only kiss sometimes?” The host asks, the audience laughs and Art smiles going along with it.
“Only when he’s nice to me,” Art says. The audience cheers and whoops like he’s confirming something and Art shakes his head smiling.
“Now that’s gonna be the headline,” the host laughs.
“I know, exactly,” Art says, grinning. “Art Donaldson finally admits...”
“He’s cute,” Patrick says, sucking on his spoon and gazing at her. Something about watching Art pretend they’re a boring couple is turning him on. And it doesn’t hurt that she’s wearing his t-shirt and panties and nothing else. Her pretty hair is clipped up loosely. “We should’ve gone to LA.” He says.
“He’ll be back tomorrow,” Tashi says pointedly.
“You think this is live?”
“I mean there’s a thirty second delay, but yes it’s live.”
Patrick grabs her spoon. “what—?” she snaps at him as he takes the bowl too and puts it on the nightstand.
“Maybe we should fuck again?”
“Are you serious?” She says, incredulous. “You’re hard again? It’s been five fucking minutes.”
“Yeah,” Patrick says distractedly, pulling open her nightstand for a condom.
“No, Patrick, wait!” She calls, diving over his lap to try and stop him from opening it, but it’s too late.
Her shirts riding up as she reaches over him and he’d be more distracted by her white lacy panties if he hadn’t just found their little treasure trove of sex toys. An open box, clearly accessed recently or he wouldn’t have seen it. It’s full of vibrators, lube, beads, handcuffs, etcetera etcetera.
“All we do is work and take care of our daughter.” Patrick mimics Arts television voice. “Such a liar, you’re both so fucking horny,” He grins moving her away so he can lift the box out completely.
Tashi settles back on the bed but hits his arm, mildly annoyed.
“This is actually fucking incredible,” he teases as he examines the contents.
“We went through a phase,” Tashi mutters as he lifts out a magic wand thingy. He presses the button. It starts vibrating and he holds it out to her like a microphone.
“Could you speak up please?”
“I hate you,” Tashi says, pushing his arm away.
Patrick laughs and shuts it off before droppping it back in the box. “Holy shit, please tell me you fucked him,” he exclaims, lifting out what’s clearly a strap on.
She shrugs. “Look nothing was working, okay. He was depressed and I knew I had to try something…that…that….”
“Did he come?”
She bites her lip. “No… but…I mean… he got hard.”
Patrick smirks and grips the fake cock. “You should fuck me.”
“Patrick,” She rolls her eyes but she’s so easy to read. He knows he’s had her since the moment he took the ice cream away.
“Come on,” he says, pulling at her t-shirt. “Fuck my brains out.”
“You’re such a freak,” She whispers but she grabs the strap on from him.
“Says the freak with handcuffs in their nightstand,” he smirks.
“It came with the set. You really think I’d buy furry handcuffs?”
“No, you’re right, you’d just tie him up.”
She sits up on the bed and straddles Patrick. “Jesus, you really are hard,” she says softly. “Help me put it on.”
He lifts her t-shirt so her little lace panties are visible. She’s so god damn beautiful he wonders how she’s surprised his dick is hard. He’s always at least half hard in her presence, he’d be more impressed if he could keep it down. He helps her buckle the straps.
It’s so intimate he almost ends up just fucking her instead but somehow they recover enough for him to watch her play with it. She’s kneeling over him. Rubbing it like she’s jerking off. “What do you think?” She giggles, the shorter strands of her hair falling into her eyes.
“I don’t buy it,” he says.
“Why?” She asks, just like the girl who’s used to getting straight A’s.
“You’re not selling the feeling. It’s supposed to feel good,” he says, gripping it.
“Mm, What about now?” She says, moaning as he jerks it, pushing hair out of her face only for it to fall back again.
He smiles, putting his other hand behind his head. “Yeah, like that. Fucking come all over me.”
She giggles again, a little breathless, he’s not sure how much longer he can do this with her without penetration.
Apparently she feels the same way. “Can you put lube on my big dick?” She asks.
He wants to laugh. He bites it back so she won’t yell at him but she hits him, anyway. “Shut up,” she says, grinning. “Act like I’m him.”
Patrick opens his mouth and then closes it again. He reaches into the box for the lube and rubs it over the toy.
“You should take that shirt off.” He tells her.
“Shh, turn around,” she tells him. “On your hands and knees.”
He sits up and kisses her before doing what she asks. She rubs his ass through his boxers. Something he does to her often and he smiles. Art’s not on the tv anymore, he can hear the host interviewing some singer he’s never heard of. That’s okay, he can still tell him that they fucked while he was talking about them.
“It’s gonna feel good,” Tashi says softly, taking his boxers down.
“Don’t come inside, I’m not on the pill,” he tells her.
She smacks his bare ass and there’s just enough sting there for him to like it. “You're so stupid,” she says quietly as she eases it inside.
”Mm and you love it,” he replies. It actually feels… kinda nice. He relaxes into it.
“You like this don’t you?” Tashi breathes.
“Mmhm,” he hums.
“I wish I could fuck you all the time,” she says.
”So fuck me all the time then,” he sighs as she slides it in and out.
“Does it feel like this when Art does it?”
Patrick smiles, his stomach tightens, his breathing is picking up. “Mm too gentle.”
“Really? He’s not gentle?”
“Sometimes, when he’s in his head.”
She picks up her pace and he groans, “How about now?” She asks, “still too gentle?”
”I can take more,” he says.
“Of course you fucking can, you’re such a slut for me,” she says. If he was in his right mind he would laugh but she’s found the perfect spot. This glorious aching white hot pleasure races through his body on almost every thrust, he wants to hold her there but he pushes back on her instead and she’s a genius so she picks up the pace. She’s so relentless by the end he’s practically begging her for it. He ends up coming untouched on the sheets. He collapses and rolls over, breathless as she crawls on top of him.
“Do you like it?” She asks. She’s a little bit of a mess and he pulls her closer for a kiss.
“Yes, fucking yes,” he tells her, undoing one of the straps of her fake dick. “A fucking plus.”
He unclips the other strap and pulls it off, before easing his fingers into her panties. She’s so wet he needs to take his fingers out again and taste them.
She rests her head against his chest while he fingers her. It’s easy, she was already halfway there while she was fucking him.
“Patrick,” she sighs, sleepily after a minute.
“Yeah?”
“I think my dick is bigger than yours,” she whispers.
Patrick smirks. “And he said you guys were boring.”