Do I Look Like A Skank to You?

Patrick’s POV
I swear to God, I just died. I grinned.
“What ever you say baby.” I whispered into his ear, gently biting the lobe. Chase shuddered, as he passed me a condom from the nightstand. I ground into him, causing both of us to moan.
“Gndalskfjsddddhnnnn” Chase said, mashing our faces together. I smirked, as I pulled away. Chase pouted as I slipped the condom on. I flipped him over so he was lying on the mattress, and positioned himself at his entrance.
“Patrick, just do it.” Chase whispered, his voice sounded strained. I quickly plunged into him. Making him writhe. He moaned quietly, as I built up to my release. Neither of us lasted long. I gasped, as I pulled out of him, throwing the used condom into the basket. Chase chuckled.
“What?” I asked. He smirked.
“If they herd that, we’re going to get locked out tomorrow.” I smirked.
“I have a stash of Paris’ baby photos. He’s not doing anything.” Chase giggled.
“Can I see them?”
“Later.” I said, as we both drifted off to sleep. Again.
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Chase’s POV
The next morning, I woke up feeling excited, but tired. Tired because Patrick and I had sex twice, and excited cause we have sex, AND IT’S CHRISTMAS!
“Patrick...” I whispered, gently shaking him awake.
“Hmm? What?” Patrick asked, still out of it. I grinned, kissing him gently. “Merry Christmas baby.” I whispered. He grinned.
“Right back at you. Now, let’s go down stairs as see just how much our brothers herd.” Patrick said, winking at me.