“Perfect.”
They dished out the food and settled back on the sofa—close but not touching. Things got a little awkward again when they finished eating. Will felt he should maybe take the lead, being supposedly more experienced, but planning “no strings” sex wasn’t something he’d ever done before. Well, not sober, anyway. He watched Patrick out of the corner of his eye, noting the way he shifted in his seat every now and again, clearly still holding on to some of his nerves from earlier.
Small steps, Will thought.
He shifted his leg until his thigh brushed against Patrick’s and let it rest there to see what Patrick would do. He felt like he still needed clarification that this was okay, that what they were doing was definitely something Patrick wanted.
Patrick slumped lower against the cushions, letting out a sigh as though that slightest of touches was all he’d been waiting for. He leaned into Will’s side, enough that it seemed natural for Will to wrap his arm around Patrick’s shoulders and pull him in a little more.
They stayed like that for the rest of the film—Will’s fingers rubbing circles on the top of Patrick’s arm, and Patrick’s head resting on Will’s shoulder. It felt nice. It’d been a while since Will had relaxed with someone tucked into his side like this. He’d almost forgotten how much he liked it.
The film finished, and Patrick flicked over to Comedy Central before setting the remote down and turning to look at Will. His eyes were such a deep blue in the dim lighting, and Will got lost for a moment until Patrick spoke.
“Um….” He licked his lips, and shifted in his seat so they were facing each other. “I’m not sure…,” he began, then sighed in obvious frustration when the words wouldn’t seem to come.
“Okay, look.” Patrick had a determined set to his mouth this time, and Will gave his shoulder a squeeze in encouragement.
“I’m sure it’s painfully obvious I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’m not really sure on the etiquette or whatever.”
Will smiled despite his best efforts not to, and Patrick punched him on the arm.
“Hey, stop laughing at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you.” Will reached out and laced his fingers with Patrick’s. “I just find it funny that you expect me to have all the answers. It’s not like I know what I’m doing either.”
“But you’re….” Patrick stopped midsentence, and Will could almost hear the “old” tagged on to the end. “More experienced,” Patrick added with a smirk, knowing he’d been caught out. “I figured you’d done this sort of thing before.”
“Nope.” Although Will might be inexperienced in this particular scenario, this was supposed to be about sex, and he knew plenty about that. “But I’m pretty sure it starts like this.”
He let his gaze drop to Patrick’s mouth, lingering there for a moment and licking his lips before slowly looking back up to meet Patrick’s eyes. They were darker than before, pupils already looking a little blown. Will ran his thumb along the inside of Patrick’s wrist, noting the way Patrick’s breath hitched as he pressed down. He leaned in closer, using the hand he had on Patrick’s shoulder to keep them steady, and finally kissed him.
And that seemed to erase all of Patrick’s nerves and insecurities, because the next thing Will knew, he had a lap full of Patrick, and there was nothing shy about the way he thrust his hips forward and bit at Will’s bottom lip.
He grabbed Patrick’s waist, needing something to hold on to as Patrick kissed him far more thoroughly than he’d been expecting. With the way Patrick rolled his hips, pressing down at just the right angle, he clearly wasn’t lacking in experience either.
Will slid his thumbs under the edge of Patrick’s T-shirt, stroking over the soft skin before dipping below the waistband of his jeans. Patrick flinched, pulling back with a low chuckle.
“Ticklish,” he mumbled, tilting his head to nip and lick at Will’s throat.
Will pulled him closer, loving the way Patrick moaned and writhed above him. Subtle hints of aftershave and shower gel filled his senses, and he breathed it all in greedily. “You know,” he said, letting his head fall back against the cushions. “My bed is a lot more comfortable than Ben’s sofa.”
Patrick froze, and Will couldn’t tell if it was at the mention of his brother or that Will was moving too fast. He’d thought by the way Patrick kept pushing down onto his lap that they were both on the same page, but maybe not. “Or we can stay right here, if you prefer.” Will shifted a little in an effort to get more comfortable, and Patrick snapped out of whatever thought had made him tense up.
“No, you’re right. We should definitely move this to your bedroom.” He punctuated the statement with a hard, tortuous roll of his hips that made Will hiss and dig his fingers in. “I would suggest my room, but Ben would kill me.”
Will thought about that for all of two seconds before firmly pushing it to the back of his mind. He and Patrick should probably talk about Ben at some point, but now was definitely not the time for that conversation.
He moved his hands to Patrick’s thighs, and gave him a gentle shove, smiling at Patrick’s muffled protests as he continued to kiss Will’s neck. “You’re gonna have to move if you want to make it to my bed.”
Patrick sat up, his lips wet and red from where he’d been nipping at Will’s skin, and he looked so hot and inviting that Will pulled him in for another kiss before reluctantly letting him slide back off his lap and stand up.
“Come on, then.” Patrick held out his hand and pulled Will to his feet.
He had a couple of inches on Patrick and was broader across the shoulders. When they pressed this close together, the difference seemed more noticeable, and Will liked how easy it was to wrap his arms around Patrick and draw him in. They fit together well, and he realized with a jolt that he’d been holding Patrick maybe longer than their situation dictated, and Patrick had gone sort of stiff in his arms.
Christ, he really was shit at this whole “friends with benefits” thing. Apart from the odd hook-up in the past few months, all the sex he’d had recently had been with Darren, where they’d been in a relationship. He was starting to treat this thing with Patrick like one too.
Will had another couple of seconds freaking out where he almost decided to call the whole thing off, but then Patrick shifted his hips, his dick brushing against Will’s, reminding him why he’d agreed to this in the first place. He stepped to the side, grabbed hold of Patrick’s hand, and wordlessly led him out of the lounge and toward his bedroom.
