Will & Patrick Fight Their Feelings (#4) (5 page)

A drink would be so—

A drink would ruin everything
.

No, he has a better plan for dealing with the rage simmering in his gut…

After an hour in the Tallgrass gym and a decent meal, Will showers, shaves, and falls into bed naked with a bottle of lube and condoms on the pillow. It’s been a long day and he’s more than ready for Patrick to come home and make him forget all about it.

Running his fingers up and down his cock, he teases himself until precome wells at the head of his dick. He tastes it. A little bitter, but not bad. He jerks himself slowly, eyes on the door. Cupping his balls, he bites his lip.
How much longer?

A click and a scrape and the door opens. Will’s heart thumps. Patrick stands in the doorway with a takeout bag from Jimmy’s and a hard-on already tenting his pants.

“This is quite the hello.” Patrick’s voice is rough as he shuts the door and turns the lock.

Will quivers all over and slips his hand up and down his shaft twice, then releases his throbbing dick. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” Patrick murmurs, putting the bag of food on the table, his eyes devouring Will’s body. “Try fantasy come true, puddin’-pop.”

“I’m so horny,” Will grits out. His nipples tingle and his balls ache. “Been thinking about this all day.”

Patrick adjusts his cock. “Me too.”

Will slides his hands up and down his chest through his chest hair and gently rubs his nipples. The sensation echoes in his dick and he pumps his hips in slow circles, stabbing his cock into the air. Patrick growls and shucks his coat, but not the rest of the clothes. “Have you eaten?”

“Earlier.”

Patrick unbuttons his shirt halfway down, sniffs his pits, and stalks over to the bed.

Will’s heart rate skyrockets as Patrick spreads Will’s legs with his knees as he moves between them. He grips Will’s rock-hard cock, thumbs the sticky head, then bends low to taste it.

“Better than mac ‘n’ joe,” he mutters. “Let’s see if it’s as filling.”

Will’s cock flexes, lifting off his stomach like it’s got a mind of its own and it’s trying to reach Patrick’s tempting mouth. “Please?” he whispers.

“I think I’ll eat something else first.” Patrick slips his hands behind Will’s knees and pushes his legs up.

“Oh my God.” Will presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, his heart pounding so hard he might levitate off the bed.

“You love this.”

Will whimpers and nods, keeping his eyes squeezed shut. He grips his knees and pulls his legs up higher and wider.

“My favorite meal,” Patrick says, palming Will’s ass cheeks apart and slipping the pad of his thumb across Will’s tender sphincter. “Mmm, you’ve shaved.”

“Just there,” Will gasps.

“I like it hairy, but this is hot too.” He slides his thumb across it again and Will’s shaking now. “It’ll feel better for you. Don’t hold back. I like the sounds you make.”

Will gasps as Patrick crouches down, shoving his face into Will’s crack. His gasp turns into soft cries as the sweet, almost unbearably good sensation of Patrick’s tongue and lips on his asshole drive him toward ecstasy. His body twists, his nipples tingle and ache, and he feels like he’s hot, on fire everywhere. Patrick murmurs against his ass cheek, nonsense words and praise, and Will’s already delirious from waiting for so long. He’s going to come just from this if Patrick doesn’t hold off.

Will grips his own legs hard enough to dig his nails in and squirms on Patrick’s tongue and mouth. His toes curl and flex, and Patrick lifts his hips up into a better position, drilling his tongue inside until Will has to fight the urge to scramble away. He grabs Patrick’s head and holds him fast, grunting and growling and crying out.

“Don’t stop!” he pleads when Patrick pulls back to suck and bite at Will’s inner thighs.

Will’s breath comes in jagged sobs, and Patrick smooths his hands up the backs of Will’s raised, spread thighs. “You gonna come for me, puddin’-pop?”

“Please.
Please
.”

Then Patrick’s back at his hole, and this time there are teeth, which makes Will arch and cry out. He pinches his nipples, then grips his thighs again so he doesn’t jerk and kick Patrick away because it’s nearly too good to stand.

Patrick keeps up his maddening work until Will feels him shove in two of his long fingers, testing the stretch. Then he reaches over to grab the lube and condom by Will’s head, his shirt and pants rubbing against Will’s sensitive dick. He kisses Will’s mouth with a soft pop before sliding back between his thighs and working two lubed fingers into Will’s tight ass.

Will squeezes around them and moans. Patrick thrusts his fingers in and out gently, nibbles at his taint, and then moves up to nuzzle and suck on his balls. Tension grips his groin and his balls lift up hard, and Will thinks he’s going to come.

Patrick grips the base of his cock. “Not yet. When I say you can. Not until then.” He holds Will’s dick in a tight squeeze that threatens to hurt. Will loses his place at the edge of ecstasy, backing away from the cliff and breathing through his peaking lust. “That’s my good puddin’-pop. Hold on. Wait for it.”

Will covers his eyes with the heels of his hands again and presses, his entire ass and groin throbbing, hot and delirious all at the same time.

“Thought about this all day,” Patrick says, working his long fingers inside. “Driving you crazy. Making you fall apart.”

Will gasps as Patrick massages his prostate with the pads of his fingers.

“Like that.”

Will pumps his hips a little, bringing his cock up toward Patrick’s mouth. Patrick’s fingers push in and out of him, slick. Rough fabric brushes against his thighs and ass cheeks.

“Naked,” Will manages, pushing at Patrick’s head and sliding off his fingers. “Want you naked.”

Patrick shakes his head, unwraps the condom, unbuttons his pants, and shoves them down to his hips, just enough for his cock and pubes to spring free.

“No, like this.” He rips the condom wrapper open. “Thought about it. All day.” He rolls the condom down and shoves Will’s knees up high, aiming.

Will’s eyes roll up as he feels the thick, solid pressure of Patrick pushing in.

“Just. Like. This.”

“Oh God,” Will whimpers, the burn consuming all thought. Sweat breaks out all over, and he rolls his head back and forth, trying to breathe, trying to open up. Patrick thrusts harder, a long,
thick
press. Will’s hole burns, stretched tight, and it’s so good, so very good that Will doesn’t know what to do, how to cope. He whimpers, bites his lip, and his cock swells and pulses with precome.

“Beautiful.” Patrick pushes against Will’s hamstrings, going deeper.

“Fuck me,” Will pleads. “Make me come. I want to come.”

Patrick settles in all the way, his knees pressed deep into the mattress and his balls flush against Will’s ass. “Shh, I’ll take care of you.” He moves Will’s legs up to his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt smooth under Will’s knees. His cock jerks in Will’s ass.  “I’m close too.”

Will loves that he’s not alone in wanting this so badly he’s going to come his brains out without any effort at all.

Patrick lunges forward, kissing him deeply. Patrick’s mouth is wet and hot and tastes like Will’s ass, and he’s supposed to think it’s awful, but it’s so good, so damn good.

“Christ,” Patrick grits out against Will’s lips. “You make me crazy.”

Will groans, rolling his hips up as Patrick starts fucking him in steady, maddening thrusts. He quakes as Patrick’s thick cock nails his gland. Head back, eyes scrunched, his voice rises up in an uncontrollable warble until Patrick slides a hand over Will’s mouth.

Orgasm rushes so close Will can taste it, feel it puckering his skin, tightening his nipples, drawing up through his balls. Will slips his arms around Patrick’s heaving back, sliding under his shirt to feel his muscles shift under skin, riding the aggressive thrusts. Tears come to his eyes and he shakes all over. “I love it. I love it so much.”

“Me too,” Patrick breathes hot and desperate in his ear. “Love fucking you.”

Will grabs his cock, jerking hard and fast.
So close, so close.

Patrick pulls out of his arms and out of his body.

“No!” Will aches and needs, and he tries to yank Patrick back down on top of him.

Patrick shakes all over, his sheathed cock sticking out of his open pants, bobbing and jerking in front of him as his chest heaves. “Not yet,” he grits out. “Wait.”

It’s too late. Will’s asshole spasms and he curses under his breath. “I’m coming!” Shoving Patrick down on the bed beside him, he aims his dick and stares wide-eyed as he shoots all over Patrick’s face.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Patrick groans, opening his mouth to take it.

Will convulses, collapsing on top of Patrick, who kisses him and shares the taste of Will’s come. “My turn,” Patrick mutters, rolling Will over onto his back and sliding down to rub his come-slick face in Will’s chest hair as he rips off the condom and jerks himself. He curls into Will as he comes, biting down on Will’s nipple hard enough to make him ache all the way through. Will arches into the pain and Patrick groans, shooting in massive, thick wads against Will’s thighs.

Will rests, shaking and overwhelmed, with Patrick’s head against his chest. Patrick kisses one of Will’s nipples before licking them both. He gazes up at him tenderly, presses a fast kiss to his lips, and sits up, pulling off his clothes to dump them by the side of the bed.

“Final verdict,” Patrick says.

Will’s stomach flips weirdly. “Yeah?”

“You’re better than a mac ‘n’ joe, but sadly not as filling.”

Will laughs softly.

“I’m starved. Let’s eat.” Patrick rolls out of bed, heads into the bathroom and returns with a warm wash cloth to clean them up. They pull on the complimentary white robes provided by the Tallgrass and Patrick spreads their dinner out across the table. “Mac ‘n’ joe for both of us and a piece of caramel cake to split.”

Will tests, calculates, and injects his insulin before they start eating, casting each other giddy glances and helpless smiles.

“Ran into your mommy today,” Patrick says after a few minutes of quiet eating. “At the hospital.”

Will frowns. He doesn’t want to talk about his mother. He’s only just managed to forget all about her. “I hope you behaved yourself.”

“I always behave. She’s the one who causes problems.”

Will rolls his eyes. “Potato, potahto. You both cause problems.”

“She was there with her new boyfriend. Hot guy. My age.”

Will rolls his eyes. “Yeah, Jason Kirkpatrick. He’s her employee at the Tack Shop.”

“Is that even legal?”

Will ignores that question. “Why were they there?” He hopes nothing’s wrong. Oh God, he hopes she’s not pregnant.

“No clue. It must not have been too serious, I presume, since they were making out like monkeys in the corner behind the vending machines.”

“No.” Will’s stomach drops. “Say you’re making that up.”

Patrick grimaces. “I just wanted corn chips! Instead I got an eyeful of Kimberly’s sex faces.”

“I will seriously kill you with this fork and then withhold sex for another month if you say another word about this tonight or ever.”

Patrick shrugs. “Have it your way. But I added it to
The Hurting Times
forums. Figured everyone needed to know.”

“Patrick!”

“My user name is HottieMcBrainSurgeon. Think that’s anonymous enough?”

Will cracks up, taking another bite of burger. He’s not going to let his night be ruined by more drama with his mother. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I have some ideas. Later, you can use your amazing mouth skills on my dick.”

“Sex, sex, sex. That’s all you think about.”

Will’s not really complaining. He’s never been wanted like this before, and it’s never been safe to want someone else either.

Patrick looks up at him from beneath thick eyelashes. “Eh, I think about plenty of other things.”

“Like what?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

He smirks. “Okay, I think about things like how sensation arises out of electrical chemistry.”

“Uh-huh?” Will’s already a little lost.

Patrick goes quiet as he takes another bite, his eyes searching the air for answers he can’t seem to find. “For example, take pain.”

“I’m familiar with it. Go on.”

“It doesn’t actually exist. It’s an illusion of the mind.”

Will’s doesn’t hide his skepticism. “It is?”

He nods. “Yep. It’s a message interpreted by the brain in a particular way. Universally and individually. Yet, my pain isn’t your pain.”

A hot, messy warmth opens up in Will’s chest as he listens to Patrick’s philosophical babble.

Patrick studies him closely. “Also, I think about you.”

Will snorts. “That’s sex again.”

“No, I think about what makes Will Patterson tick. What makes him unique?”

Will looks down at his burger. “I’m not unique. I’m a dime a dozen.”

“Yes, tons of people are walking around handing money out like candy to good causes.”

“That’s—”

“Good Works. Whatever. I like you.
That’s
unique.” He jabs the air with his fork. “Everyone else can suck it.”

Will lifts a brow. “You like Jenny. And Dinah.”

“Fine. There are a few rare specimens of homo sapien that don’t need to suck it.”

Will tilts his head and bats his eyes. “But you said you wanted me to suck it.”

“Now who’s talking about sex?” Patrick’s sharp, sweet smile makes Will’s stomach flip-flop.

But the topic makes Will wonder things too. “If pain isn’t real, what about emotions?”

Patrick frowns. “I struggle with that question.”