#challengerstober

[stanart4clearskin]

little things art would do for you

if he’s at your dorm waiting for you to come back and he sees a pile of your laundry you have to fold, he’ll fold it for you (he’d never admit it but he finds doing laundry very relaxing)

every friday he likes to buy you flowers so that you constantly have a fresh bouquet (it bothers him that you like to take the bouquets and dry them so that you have them forever because he’ll just buy you flowers forever duh)

whenever you’re in the shower he takes your phone and takes selfies on it because he knows just how much you love to stare at pictures at him even if you’ll never admit it

whenever he sleeps over at your dorm and has to leave for practice or class before you wake up, he’ll leave a hand written note on your nightstand

art is just so used to paying for everything for you (that’s how he likes it and he wouldn’t have it any other way) that he runs out of dining credits because he’s been using his for both of you. he begrudgingly let’s you use your credits to get you guys food

whenever you paint your nails, art sees how you struggle painting your right hand so he learns and now he paints your nails for you (he was really shitty at it the first few times but he got exponentially better)

art hates it that you never make you’re bed do every time he comes over, he’s making your bed

he puts your stuffed animals facing the wall whenever he’s over because he wouldn’t want to traumatize them when he goes down on you

whenever you two happen to have a class together, art insists on carrying your bag for you. you think it’s a little ridiculous (it is) but art is just beaming as he follows you into class carrying your bag

sometimes art will hide your contacts so that you’re forced into wearing your glasses (he loves to see you wearing them) and he’s constantly cleaning them for you when he notices the lenses even have the tiniest of smudges on them

[ghostgirl-22]

18+ !NSFW! Explicit

Day 24: Mirrors

Pair: Artrick

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Patrick’s lying on his bed, feet up against the wall, tossing a tennis ball up and down while Art sips his beer.

“So why didn’t you go with her to the concert?” Art asks.

“I told you, she wanted it to be girls night or something,” Patrick says.

“But you’re going over there when she gets back?”

“Yeah… I mean maybe,” Patrick says. “I love that you guys have co-ed dorms here. Not like in high school,” he rolls over and leans over Art’s shoulder. “I bet that makes it easier for you.”

Art shrugs.

“What? Come on man. We talk about Tashi all the time. What are you up to?” He reaches for the beer and Art hands it to him. It’s his third one and he’s starting to feel it.

“I’m not up to anything… just school and tennis.”

”Okay but how about you pretend I’m not your mom and give me a real answer. Are you still sleeping with… what’s her name?”

“Jessica,” Art straightens his legs.

“Yeah Jessica.”

“No, she’s too blonde… I woke up one morning and had the weirdest feeling she’d roll over and look like my sister.”

“I’d fuck your sister,” Patrick snorts. “Specifically Leigh.”

“I’m sure Tashi would love that,” Art takes the beer can back from him.

“She’d know I’m joking. Besides I could never get in her pants before. I’m sure it wouldn’t be any different now that she’s married.”

Art sighs. “What about you?” He says, getting on his knees and leaning his elbows on the bed as he looks at Patrick. Patrick looks up at him. “Are you really not fucking anyone else on tour? How does it even work waiting for weeks before you can see her? Don’t you get horny?”

”Yeah of course I do.” Patrick grins. “That’s why we talk every night. Sometimes we Skype.”

“And do what?” Art asks.

Patrick smiles. “You know what, Donaldson.” He reaches up and touches Art’s cheek. “Jealous?”

Art forces himself to smile and then he turns and sits back down on the floor before relaxing his face. “No, of course not. But I guess now I know why you don’t call me.”

”I call you,” Patrick says.

“Not that much.”

“Fuck you’re so jealous. I’m getting hard.” Patrick says messing up Art’s hair. “You know I still love you, baby.”

“Oh shut up,” Art says, pushing him off. “I gotta pee.” He says and he pushes himself to his feet and then stumbles a bit to the bathroom. Maybe he’s a little more tipsy than he thought. He turns on the bathroom light and goes to the toilet. Patrick pushes the door open a few moments later as Art’s finishing up.

”What?” Art hiccups.

“I gotta pee too,” Patrick says, “move over.”

“This isn’t high school, you can wait your turn…” Art sighs but he leans against the wall to give him room anyway.

“But I don’t want to wait my turn.” Patrick smirks looking down at Art as he unzips then grinning at him.

Art rolls his eyes and tries not to stare at Patrick or his cock. He finishes before Patrick and goes to wash his hands. A minute later Patrick’s joining him at the sink.

“Come on… you can’t tell me you got rid of Jessica and now you’re not with anybody. You’re really wasting that pretty face day dreaming about my girlfriend?” Patrick says, smirking at him in the mirror.

“I’m not,” Art says.

”You are, you wanna know what she feels like?” Patrick asks, standing behind him, he leans in, trapping Art while rinsing his hands from behind him.

“Tashi?”

”Yeah.”

“What—what does she feel like?” Art asks.

Patrick grins at him in the mirror and shakes his hands so water gets everywhere. “So fucking good, you’d lose it before you’re fully inside,” Patrick whispers in his ear.

Art licks his bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth before taking a breath. His balls are suddenly tight, he feels himself getting hard. Patrick starts kissing on his neck and Art closes his eyes leaning into it. “Do you eat her out?”

“Mmhm,” Patrick hums. He’s sucking on Arts throat now and it tickles in a way that makes Art smile.

”What does she taste like?”

“Delicious,” Patrick whispers against his throat.

Art bites his lip again, he can feel Patrick getting hard behind him. He’s felt it before. It makes him a little crazy, especially when he’s half drunk. There’s so much of him. Patrick messes his fingers through Art’s hair. His other hand, still damp gripping Art’s waist.

“Does she go down on you?” Art asks, quietly.

“Why?” Patrick asks. “You want her to go down on you?”

“Yeah,” Art sighs, breathing heavier. He’s really hard now. His whole body feels like a live wire. “I was gonna ask if she can fit it all in her mouth.”

“Fuck,” Patrick whispers and he laughs, but it’s breathless. “God I still want to fuck the shit out of you. Can you open your eyes?”

Art opens his eyes and is mildly stunned because he barely recognizes himself, his hair’s all over the place and his lips are red and swollen from the way he’s been worrying them, his eyes are dilated, pupils so big the rings of color are barely visible. His cheeks are flushed pink and it’s spreading to his neck and probably further beneath his t-shirt. All while Patrick’s sucking on him, licking at him like a vampire. He looks up and meets Art’s eyes. He’s flushed too and so soft.

He moves his hand lower into the waistband of Art’s sweatpants where he’s tenting. “You want to see what I see when I make you come?” Patrick asks, softly.

Art takes a breath and shivers. Patrick kisses his cheek. “Don’t close your eyes.”

It’s an impossible ask because the moment Patrick grips him, Art is breathing heavier, he watches his chest rise and fall. He bites his tongue and licks the inside of his cheek trying not to moan. His mouth feels so wet. Patrick kisses his throat again, Art feels him pressing, grinding his cock against him. “Can I fuck her?” Art groans while he’s fucking into Patrick’s fist.

“Mm… you wouldn’t be able to handle her. You’d have to beg so pretty.”

“Please.” Art moans.

Patrick smiles. “Not me.”

Art gasps as Patrick’s grip tightens. He’s gonna lose it.

”Open,” Patrick whispers, when Art hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes again. “God you’re fucking gorgeous.” Patrick rests against Art’s cheek, gazing at Art in the mirror while Art looks at him . He can barely look at himself. He looks entirely different, needy and debauched. Desperate for release. But watching Patrick work his cock makes it that much hotter. Art feels his whole body beginning to seize. His hands and legs are shaky and Patrick is relentless. Art is gripping Patrick’s arm with one hand and reaches back into Patrick’s hair with the other.

“Fuck…Patrick,” Art moans. “Patrick can I— can I—“

“What?” Patrick breathes. He’s breathing heavy too. And before Art knows it he’s shooting ribbons and ribbons of pearly white all over the mirror and bathroom sink. While he gasps out a litany of swear words. He leans forward breathless, gripping the counter top and pushing back as Patrick rubs up against him with his swollen cock. He’s so shocked, he didn’t think he had that much in him. He likes it even more watching Patrick lose all semblance of control, chasing his own orgasm all the while not taking his eyes off of Art. Jewel colored eyes and a mop of messy black hair. Literally using him to get off.

“Holy shit,” Patrick breathes when he finishes just from grinding up against him. “I want to fucking do that in you.” He whispers.

“I know you do,” Art’s still catching his breath but he bites his lip grinning at Patrick. He’s been begging for it for years. Art would be lying if he said it didn’t make him happy (or relieved?) that Patrick was still obsessed with it. But the idea that maybe he’s not just jealous of Patrick isn’t one he needs to examine too closely.

Patrick tastes the strings of jizz on his fingers and then leans in, Art’s still trapped between his arms as he washes it off. He grips Art’s waist when he’s done.

“You’re getting me wet,” Art says.

“Shut up, come here,” Patrick says, turning him around and pulling his face close. Kissing him. Art settles into it. He can hear himself breathing and he eases his tongue into Patrick’s mouth, gripping his hands over Patrick’s to hold him there. His heart’s pounding in his ears, it feels so good, and he steps closer while teasing his own tongue along Patrick’s. Patrick nibbles at his bottom lip and pulls back. They stare at each other. Art still has his mouth open, Patrick’s eyes are heavy lidded.

“I can stay here tonight,” Patrick tells him.

Art nods his head biting his lip.

“We can… keep…doing this.”

Art swallows. “Because you want to fuck me?”

“You know I fucking do.”

Art shrugs. “Okay, stay here.” And it’s not just because he wants to keep them apart though that factors into it.

Patrick grins.

“I don’t know about the other thing though… I have to think about it.” Art adds.

“Uh huh,” Patrick says, pulling him close again for another kiss. “Lets go think.”

[che3rslove]

CHALLENGERS-TOBER PROMPT LISTS

What is Challengers-tober?

It’s a writing/ art/ editing/ creative challenge similar to Kinktober! We’re running it over on twitter @chllngerstober but Our tumblr brothers in arms shouldn’t have to miss out! Use #challengerstober when posting so everyone can find all the cool stuff you create :D

Lists below cut!

[crosswordist]

another challengerstober post for all those celebrating!! day 5 was injury aftercare and ive been thinking SOOOO much about what it wouldve been like if patrick had stayed bc you know i love what if scenarios.

alt version i also liked ⬇️

[princesslexa444]

lil day 5 blurb! orgasm denial w/ tashi (kind of more p*ssy neglect but….)

“It’s just a decoration, you know that right?” Tashi whispers while looking at your pussy, dripping, clit throbbing from not being touched.

You squirm and whine against the restraints she has you in, desperate for some sort of friction. Her hands rub along your thighs, not giving you what you need.

“You can use your words.” She says, a statement, not a question. “Yes… my pussy’s just a decoration,” you reply in between tears.

She laughs before guiding your shaking legs up, knees almost up to your chin so you’re on display for her.

Tashi reaches over for something you cant see, before bringing it up to your face and making you look, it was a small dildo, “Okay baby, we’re gonna start with this tonight.” She reaches for another one, a lot bigger than you’re used to. “And we’re gonna work up to this, and remember, nothing is going in your cunt tonight and you’re not fucking cumming.” She laughs at the fear in your face, ready to make you her entertainment for the night.

[jesuistrestriste]

hiiii um, are you doing anything for challengerstober :0

i like your stuff a lot and think it would be cool

hii <3 :D (and thank u ahh :,)

i was actually thinking about doing kinktober this yr ! ! i didn’t know that there was a special schedule for challengers (?) ! !

if anyone has the details, can u dm me or drop the link in the comments of this post ! i’m hunting for it rn but idk if i’ll find ittt

[stanart4clearskin]

frat boy! art x reader

art had never been one for commitment. it wasn’t even just in relationships where he was flakey. whenever he made plans with patrick, he would back out last minute because he just didn’t feel like going. when art met you, he assumed you’d just be another notch in his bed post. another girl in the notebook. but what baffled him was that you didn’t even want to sleep with him. it confused him because nine times out of ten, whenever he struck up conversation with a girl she just wanted a quick fuck. you actually wanted to have a real conversation with art and it through him off majorly. he went from the guy who could charm the pants off anyone to a guy who was really at a loss of words.

you talked with him as if you wanted to actually get to know him which was just so strange to art. in that moment he had realized he hadn’t had an actual conversation with a girl in a LONG time. that night you two parted ways after art had walked you back to your dorm and you did not invite him in (which was a first for him). you two ran into each other on campus often so you guys developed a habit of grabbing smoothies at the campus cafe after art finished practice. the casual hangouts turned into dates and the dates turned into… dating? neither of you had actually brought up whatever you two were but slowly art stopped flirting with random girls at frat parties and stuck with you. whenever you didn’t feel like partying he’d stay in with you even when you insisted that he could go without out.

art was honestly terrified by the whole situation and his feelings for you because he’d never had a true girlfriend before. sure he’s liked girls in the past but he’s never liked someone as much as he liked you. after many late night phone calls with patrick (many of which consisted with patrick telling art “stop being such a pussy and just ask her out for christ sakes”) he had finally worked up the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend. or actually ask you if he could be your boyfriend because he had learned that was more romantic. what you thought was a normal date night was actually a candle lit picnic date where you guys become official!!

[stanart4clearskin]

- i love to think about how if art liked a girl and she didn’t like him back, he would manipulate the shit out of her until she starts to like him

- art is the definition of male manipulator

- he would find out this girl’s interests and then make them all his interests so that if they ever strike up conversation, wow! they’re so alike!

- he’ll purposely walk by when her classes get out so that he can walk her back to his dorm. “isn’t it such a coincidence i’m always bumping into you?”

- if she has a job at a cafe or something like that, he’ll start to frequent it and claim he’s always gone there

- he’ll stop by her dorm while she’s studying and help her with the topics she doesn’t know (he learned those topics himself the night before. he learned it just for her!)

- when she’s having a fight with her friends or someone he’ll convince her that this friend is toxic and that she just needs to cut ties with them and all the sudden they have more time to spend with art!

- if she still doesn’t see him as more than a friend, he’s not above getting on his knees and begging. he’ll say how he’s been so so good to her and how her shitty exboyfriends could never treat her as good as he can. he’ll whine and complain until she basically gives up and dates him

[stanart4clearskin]

stalker! art x reader

art had NO intention in stalking you because that would just so creepy and so wrong

his intentions started completely innocent when he found out the local cafe you go to every morning and sat in a back booth so he could catch a glimpse of you

all he wanted to do was stare at you because you were just so pretty and it wasn’t with malicious intent so he didn’t see anything wrong in his actions

eventually he ended up getting a job at the cafe you frequent because he needed something to do during offseason (or atleast that’s what he told himself)

the first day you came up to the register to order your drink he almost died. god you were gorgeous and you were right there. he wasn’t even listening when you ordered your drink—too busy staring at your lips—but it’s okay. he already knew your order anyways

he almost stopped breathing until you asked him if he was okay because he had gone a little pale

at night he’ll follow you as you walk back to your dorm after your shift at the library because he just wants to make sure you’re safe!

he goes to watch all your matches because he just likes to watch tennis (it totally has nothing to do with your cute tennis outfit that you prance around the court in. and has nothing to do with your backhand that nearly gives him a boner for some odd reason)

sometimes he’ll stand outside your dorm watching you from your window as he study because he likes the face you make when you’re concentrating. it’s all so innocent really

besides you coming into the cafe, art never really had a chance to talk to you in a regular conversation so he finds out what halloween party you’re going to and even finds out what costume you’re wearing so he can wear a similar one

he stands there with his teammates as they play beer pong but his eyes scan the party for you. he finds you standing in the living room talking with a few of your friends when you excuse yourself to go grab another drink in the kitchen

art leaves his friends and head to the kitchen as-well, ditching his full bottle of beer along the way

the kitchen is empty so it’s just you two and art manages to strike up conversation

“hey aren’t you that girl that orders the lavender matcha every day at the cafe?” he’ll ask, walking over to you as you rummage the fridge

“oh yeah, you’re the hot barista!” you say, a little drunk and lips loose. “shit sorry i didn’t mean to say that” you apologize profusely, the apples of your cheeks flushing pink and your hands fidgeting awkwardly with the beer bottle in your hand

“hot barista?” he teases, feeling his confidence strengthen and he allows himself to be bolder

“um yeah my friends and i go there so we kinda just dubbed you hot barista because we didn’t know your name” you say lamely, hoping he won’t think you’re a massive weirdo

instead he grins his signature smirk and you feel your knees give out a little so you subtly grab the counter behind you to steady yourself

“you could’ve just asked me my name y’know” he points out, his tone teasing

after introducing yourselves and 10 minutes of small talk, you find yourself sloppily making out with art in a random bedroom in the frat house

eventually you two leave the party and head back to his dorm

as art goes down on you you can’t help but think how amazing it is that he knows everything that you like. little do you know, art has been watching you every time you’re making out with some dude at a party to see what makes you moan or if you would’ve looked out your window when you invited a guy over to your dorm, you would’ve seen art standing outside watching

[stanart4clearskin]

i love how consistent the lighting is throughout this movie

[stanart4clearskin]

little things with art part four

art is the kind of boyfriend who makes you do a fashion show for him when you come home from shopping

whenever he comes over to your apartment and he sees you’re running low on something, he’s already out the door heading to the store to buy it for you

every time you take off your rings, art makes sure to put them away in your jewelry box because you have a habit of taking off jewelry and losing it

art will insist on helping you put on your bracelets and necklaces even though you can do it yourself

he keeps a polaroid in the back of his phone case of the two of you even if he doesn’t have a clear case

art knows how much you love candid photos of yourself (even though you’ll never admit it) so he buys a digital camera that is simply FILLED with candids of you

[stanart4clearskin]

the first time art sees you is at a stanford frat party that patrick and tashi had dragged him to (he usually loves a good party but that night he had actually wanted to stay in and study—shocker i know—because calculus was absolutely beating his ass) so art was a little bit grumpy at his friends for making him go

but ofc it’s not that they truly forced him to go to the party because art is weak and would do whatever tashi and patrick wanted him to do

so as he sits on a random couch as patrick and tashi are busy playing ping pong in another room he scans the party for any familiar faces

art’s practically a frat boy himself (although he decided not to rush because he wanted his image to be captain of the tennis team. not captain of the tennis team and frat boy) so of course he knows basically everyone who comes to these parties

his eye catch yours because you’re a few drinks in and have be not so subtlety staring at him for the past five minutes (you claim that it’s the alcohol that makes you so entranced by him but you know that’s a lie. even sober you’d be staring at his face that you sort of just want to sit on and feel his nose pres-)

art shoots you a crooked grin which almost always makes girls swoon and you are not an exception. you take this as an invitation to walk over and sit down next to art on the couch

art introduces himself and you blab on about how you’d have to live under a rock to not know who he is (it’s the alcohol getting to your head plus the fact you haven’t talked to a guy this hot in a while)

art lets you keep talking because he thinks it’s cute and plus it gives him more time to just stare at your lips

eventually you introduce yourself to art and naturally he tells you that you have such a pretty name and you roll your eyes at that because let’s be honest. he says that to every girl he meets

you two end up just making small talk for a few minutes before art asks if you want to go outside to take a walk

the frat house is sweltering hot with the bodies packed inside so of course you say yes and he leads you two out to the backyard, a gentle hand pressed against your lower back

he sees the way your eyes widen and lips part ever so slightly when he touches you but he just smirks to himself and pretends not to notice

once you two are outside he leads you both to a quiet secluded area where you stand leaning against a tree, him in front of you

art tells you about how he didn’t even want to come to this party but he’s glad he did because he got to meet you

you tell him that’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever heard but blush anyways

he’s standing close enough where he can play with your hair. so he does. he twirls your hair around his fingers and compliments you on how silky smooth it is and how he wishes his hair could be as soft as yours

you look at him confused because what is he talking about? his hair looks plenty soft

he shrugs and tells you that it’s not as soft as it looks (a total lie) and that’s how you end up running a hand through his hair

and then that leads his face to being alarmingly close to yours and you two just stand there staring at each other while playing with each others hair

normally you’d think this was weird as fuck but your tipsy and honestly don’t really care because art donaldson looks likes he’s two seconds away from kissing you so no complaints there

you’d expect art to just kiss you given the reputation he has but he’s a gentleman so of course he asks you if he can kiss you

you nod and next thing you know, he’s gently pressing your back further against the tree and he’s kissing you like a man possessed

you two make out for a solid 15 minutes before art’s phone buzzes and it’s patrick texting him that he’s heading back to tashi’s dorm

that reminds you two that it’s nearing 2 am and that you should probably get some sleep

art walks you back to your dorm and you two stop outside your door. neither of you want this to end so you invite art into your dorm to just hangout for another hour

and of course with you both being horny, one thing leads to another and the next morning you wake up to a pile of curly blonde hair buried into the crook of your neck

[stanart4clearskin]

little things art would do for you part three

he hides your sweatshirts whenever he’s at your dorm so that you’ll be forced to go and ask to borrow his

once every two weeks he’ll stop by your dorm to pick up your laundry so that he can do it for you. he doesn’t want you to have to take time away from getting your school work done

sometimes he likes to distract you before you go in the bathroom to shower so that you’ll forget your towel and ask him to grab it for you so that he can have a glimpse at you while you’re naked

whenever you’re on your period he comes over with a bucket of all your favorite snacks and a tub of ice cream for you guys to share while you watch a movie (your choice)

art buys his clothes with you in mind. he’ll think about whether it’s something you’d want to wear too and if it is, he’ll buy it

sometimes when he’s feeling extra needy he’ll purposely loosen the screws on items in your room (the wheel of your chair, the handle of your drawer, etc.) so that you’ll ask him to come over and fix it

he learned how to braid hair (via youtube videos) because he knows how much you like it when people play with your hair

whenever you two are in an argument he’ll start talking in a british accent so that you’ll be less mad at him

whenever you borrow clothing of his, he’ll spray it with cologne so that it’ll smell like him when you wear it

he applies lotion on you whenever you need it because it gives him an excuse to run his hands up and down your body

he had a custom calendar made of you that hangs on his wall so that he has an excuse to look at a hot picture of you everyday

you jokingly made him a bookmark of you on it for his birthday but he religiously uses it whenever he reads a book so that he can look at your face even more

he wears a necklace with the first letter of your name on it so that everyone will know he’s taken

[stanart4clearskin]

art would never admit it but he LOVES halloween. he loves that he can pretend to be someone else for a night with no pressure to be the tennis super star that he is

during your years at stanford, art would convince you to attend every party possible (with different costumes each night ofc)

anakin and padme, tom and summer, k and joi, mr. and mrs. fox, hot priest and fleabag, romeo and juliet, and joe and love are just a few of the costumes you guys did

he loves seeing you all dressed up in clothes you wouldn’t normally wear but it makes it a little hard for him to keep his hands off of you

to say he’s handsy all night would be an understatement. people have started calling him your human blanket because he is constantly draped over you most of the time.

while you guys stand in a group talking to a few of your other friends, art is behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on his shoulder while he pretends to listen to the people talking when in actuality all he can think about is how it feels so nice to have you pressed up against him like this

in typical art donaldson fashion, he makes up some lame excuse about you guys needed to leave the party early and he drags your pretty ass all the way back to his dorm and wastes absolutely no time getting to work

this happens all halloweekend to the point where you have to tell art you’re not even sure if your body can physically keep up because his stamina is too much for you some times

when you guys have long graduated stanford and have kids, art still loves to dress up just as much

he loves forcing your kids into costumes and takes them trick or treating around the neighborhood

some years the family goes to haunted houses which typically end up with one of your daughters crying and the other one begging to go again

when the girls get older and you let them go out on their own, you and art spend halloween inside passing out candy to little kids and art takes full advantage of the kids being out of the house

[ghostgirl-22]

Till Morning Comes

18+ !NSFW!

Day 21: Shower sex (skipping 20 for now…none of the prompts really fit for me. Might try again later.)

Pair: Artrick (post Challenger)

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It’s so surreal. The last time Patrick held him like this. It feels like yesterday and also a lifetime ago. And he’s shaking cause he doesn’t know what it means at all but his body is aware. They finish the game that way. Aware of each other in ways that are more intimate than just the standard opponents. There’s fury and passion and something else playing out on the court and when Art wins it he deserves it. It’s earned.

And Patrick is so satisfied with that, that he’s a little stunned when the press wants to interview him too. He hasn’t been media trained since he was 22 and he doesn’t really know what to say when people ask him about the time he and Art won doubles as Juniors in the US Open all those years ago.

His ears are buzzing, his skin is warm and he can still feel Art and Tashi’s presence more than anything or anyone else. He stumbles through answers and praise and the woman who was kind enough to share her sandwich with him on the first day of the tournament playfully asks if he’s glad he didn’t lose on the first day just for the prize money. To which he has to smile, the first genuine one.

They finally present Art with the prize and Tashi’s as happy as she was on the first night they met. The way Patrick knows her, her smile, her genuine excitement makes him feel like all of this time was almost fucking worth it. And then there’s pictures and finally he’s free to go clean up and the part of him that’s relieved is also filled with anxiety cause what now?

All this and what now? Does he go back to spending all his prize money in a month, then sleeping in his car, using Tinder as Airbnb? Or worse… go home.

Art makes it to the locker room before him. He’s half naked already when he spots Patrick. He smiles a little which is a relief so Patrick smiles back. “Congrats champ,” Patrick says idly as he approaches Art.

It’s been two minutes since they’d last seen each other and immediately Patrick’s filled with that same hyper aware energy again.

Art laughs a bit. “Yeah,” he says looking down at his bare feet. “You too.” He looks up at Patrick again. Patrick never stopped looking at him.

“You filled out,” Patrick tells him and he touches Art’s bare arm and there’s tension like when Patrick was holding him on the court. He doesn’t let go, instead he grips Art’s arm and pulls just to see if Art will move and he does. He steps forward. That’s all Patrick needs.

Before his brain knows what he’s doing they’re kissing. The last time they’d done this Art was smaller and his hair was longer and they’d pretended afterward that it was nothing but practice even though Patrick knew better. They both knew better.

And now he’s walking Art backwards up against the lockers, tongue jammed down his throat, needing to be closer. Needing this like oxygen. His whole body accelerates because of it. He didn’t even realize how much he’d missed this. Art’s gasping, mewling, moaning into his mouth, reminding Patrick that he was always so vocal and needy. It sends shivers all up and down his body as the memories flood back.

Patrick grips him tight, traps him against the lockers and they rattle with the force. Patrick thinks he'd crawl inside him if he could. Art’s gasping for air pushing back for a breath and Patrick finally lets him have a minute, but he doesn't step back cause he can feel Art, hard and pressed up against his thighs.

Art rests his head against the locker catching his breath, he huffs a laugh and closes his eyes and Patrick smiles watching him. He’s taking in every bit of him. The changes from when they were college students to now. He’s terrified of it all going away again.

“This is crazy,” Art whispers.

“Mmhm,” Patrick presses a kiss to his bare throat. He has such a biteable throat.

Art hums and Patrick feels the vibration on his tongue. He eases his hand down Arts pants. Art finds his lips again and Patrick licks his way into his mouth, tasting the whiny noises he makes, relishing every second. He’s so hard he almost forgets that for all the kissing and touching and heavy petting they did back in high school, they’d never actually fucked before.

His head is foggy, his body is so dizzy with need and other things…probably hunger. They’re both sweaty and messy and dirty. He wants to fuck Art but he doesn’t want to do anything to scare him away right now. Instead he just helps him get off. Right there up against the lockers he makes Art moan for his touch till he’s thrusting into his palm. Sloppy, needy, messy little thing. Come all over Patrick’s fingers. Breathing hot and heavy in his ear. Breathing in ways that make Patrick want to bend him in half against his stupid will.

Art’s such a repressed goody goody he’s probably never even had the balls to let Tashi fuck him. Much less been fucked by a man. Patrick hated him, actually hated him, for precisely 3 hours after they fought about Tashi all those years ago. And then he’d spent the next 13 years trying to get over him. Didn’t help when he’d watch Arts matches in the dark with his eyes closed and the volume up, one hand down his pants.

Patrick is suddenly spiraling because he didn’t expect the feelings that have been building all week to keep blindsiding him.

“I’m sorry,” Art says and Patrick wants to ask what for but he lets Art continue mumbling. “I shoulda…I should’ve…” he trails off.

Patrick smirks at him and because he’s a masochist and still horny he says. “You wanna shower?”

Art looks at him then down at Patrick’s erection and then back up again, tongue pressed against his cheek. He nods. “Sure.”

And that’s interesting. Maybe he’s not still as repressed as Patrick imagined.

Patrick doesn’t hide it in the shower. In fact he takes it in hand and starts to jerk himself off. Because of course he always makes sure Art comes first. He doesn’t expect it when Art, who's busy soaping up, starts grabbing him too. It’s the hottest thing.

“Art?” Patrick breathes in his ear as hot water sprays all over them.

“Huh?” Art asks.

“Has anyone ever… have you ever been fucked?”

Art slows his movement. Patrick kisses him again and he pulls back to stop him.

“What? It’s okay if you haven’t…” Patrick offers, recognizing the panic.

“I’m not…I wasn’t…” he licks the inside of his cheek again. Patrick can see his tongue because his mouth is open wide like a good little… Patrick squeezes the thought out of his head. But there’s a reason why it’s always been so difficult to get over Art Donaldson.

Art’s eyes are dilated and his skin is flushed from the heat of the water and Patrick knows him so fucking well because even though he’s changed he’s not changed in any of the ways that matter.

“Does it hurt?” Art finally asks, squinting. The way Patrick’s cock feels he wants to tell him yes. Yes, because I want to fuck for hours, till you have trouble sitting down. Till you’re moaning my name like a fucking whore.

But no this requires tact. Something he’s not a natural at but for Art…

“It does a little at first,” Patrick admits.

Arts eyes go wider.

“It feels really good after though. Sometimes I just— it feels so good I black out.”

The door to the locker room bangs open and Art jumps back quickly putting distance between them. Never mind the fact that Patrick is visibly erect. It’s just a janitor though. He apologizes saying he didn’t know people were in there and he leaves without another word.

Art sighs with relief. “Fuck Patrick.” He steps under the faucet and starts rinsing off.

Patrick takes a bit of soap from the dispenser and instead of washing his whole body he rubs his cock. Getting it slippery and soapy. It feels so fucking good to do while watching Art in the shower and having Art not so sneakily staring back at him, getting hard again.

Patrick approaches him and Art lets him kiss. “Touch me,” Patrick says against his lips.

Art doesn’t really hesitate. They jerk each other off while they make out and Patrick feels his tongue and tastes his moans and with that he’s done embarrassingly quickly.

And then the anxiety comes back. They finish up showering in mostly silence. And when they’re in towels getting dressed that’s when Patrick starts to ramble.

“What happened—“ Patrick starts. “All of it’s stupid man. Genuinely. Like I wanted to fuck her sure…but I don’t know… I mean part of me kinda wanted to fuck you too.”

Art rolls his eyes and his jaw tightens. “Yeah you fucked me, Patrick. I saw you both…in Atlanta.”

“Fuck man…I’m…” Patrick shrugs not sure what to say. Sorry isn’t the word. He wants to do it again.

“I saw you and I thought maybe we’d bury everything…and then suddenly you two were gone and I…” Art laughs but it’s mostly just to show his teeth. “Fuck you, actually.”

“Yeah,” Patrick says and he swallows. “I guess.”

“The really fucked up part…all I could think after was I hope she doesn’t fucking leave me for him.”

Patrick fidgets , picking up his phone for distraction. “I just…I mean I fucking…I wanted to. I wanted to bury everything. I still wanna bury it. I mean it’s making me crazy. I’m not allowed in your world. I’m… she… she only takes me when she needs me. You’re so cold now when we were so…so close before.”

“Yeah so close we’re together for five minutes after more than a decade and I was almost ready to let you…never mind…” Art mumbles.

Patrick perks up at that. He’s never heard Art talk like that. Like any of it was ever real or on purpose or even desired.

Art pulls a clean t-shirt over his head.

“I don’t get you,” Patrick says. “How could you—how can you close it all off like— like you never even fucking liked me?”

“It’s not that Patrick,” Art says, clipped, careful.

“Then what is it? Like I said before… it’s not fucking Tashi. Don’t pretend that it’s just that. You won…you’re playing house with her and you’re this tennis star and so what if I fucked her…you still won. But you’re so fucking miserable. Up all night miserable—“

“Patrick—“

“What? Come on. We owe each other this much. You say you’re happy and grown up and I know you’re full of shit. That’s why you can’t stand to be around me.”

Art looks up at the ceiling, eyes shiny. “It’s because you never shut the fuck up.”

Patrick shrugs. He’s silent for a moment before he mumbles. “Well you’ve beaten me now. Fair and fucking square.”

Art swallows and then takes a deep breath. “Do you want to come over?”

“Yes,” Patrick nods.

“Fine, get dressed.”

[ghostgirl-22]

Devour Me

18+ !NSFW!

Day 19: Biting (one day I’ll actually post on the same day of the prompt 😭)

Pair: Artrick (before Tashi)

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Patrick calls it marking his territory but honestly it’s likely Art doesn’t even know he’s doing it. He’s so orally fixated, always chewing gum, biting his nails, licking, sucking, tasting…keeping something in his mouth.

Patrick watches everything that goes in his mouth. He wants to put a few more things in there.

He’s orally fixated too… in the way that he can’t help fixating on Art's mouth.

He used to think it was annoying that Art would get stuck on the making out phase until he realized that for him, this was the main event. Art would climb all over him, lost in it. Getting hard just licking into Patrick’s mouth, wet and sloppy—barely kissing, just exploring. Tongue on his chin and lips. Sucking the skin of Patrick’s throat between his teeth and nibbling. Biting and sucking anywhere skin was exposed. Both of them, moaning. Humping the bed, humping each other. Taking turns coming again and again which would only make Art bite harder. Leaving Patrick sweaty and gasping with marks and welts and bruises all over his body.

Art would whisper sorry and Patrick would just tangle his fingers into Art's hair and keep him close till he made an excuse to get up.

It didn’t even stop there. Patrick would finger the bites, the bruises, alone in the shower or late, late at night when Art was fast asleep snoring in the bed next to him. He’d press into them. Especially the fresh ones to feel the delicious, delicate pain of it, making it all worse. Hoping they’d become permanent, little tattoos of Art’s longing all over him. He'd get so hard he’d almost blow it without touching.

It’s likely Art doesn’t even realize he’s doing it but Patrick can still imagine Art’s marking him on purpose, making sure everyone knows what Patrick already knows. Patrick is always going to be his.