They didn’t speak again until Will shut the door behind them and caught Patrick’s amused smirk. “What?”
Patrick gestured at the door. “It’s not like anyone’s going to interrupt us.”
Will shrugged and took a step closer to Patrick, smiling. “Old habits.” Patrick smiled back, and whatever weird tension had settled between them seemed to vanish as Patrick reached out and hooked his finger in the belt loops on Will’s jeans.
“I believe you promised me some action in your bed.”
Will huffed, but Patrick’s grin was infectious, and he laughed as he tugged Patrick’s T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor somewhere. “Better get you naked, then.”
They traded lazy kisses as they undressed each other. Will got caught up tracing Patrick’s collarbone with his tongue, marvelling at the soft sounds Patrick made every time Will used his teeth. He could spend ages doing this, and maybe he’d take some time later to taste the rest of Patrick, but they were finally naked, and Patrick was none-too-subtly edging him back toward the bed.
Will let himself be pushed down, shuffling to get into the middle of the bed, and tugging Patrick with him. “What do you want?” Will lay flat on his back, with Patrick half sprawled on top of him. He wanted to spread Patrick out on his sheets and fuck him, but didn’t want him to think he expected it right away or anything.
Although the way Patrick’s cock pressed into his hip made it difficult to not ask if he could.
“Um….” Patrick looked confused and, even though Will tried not to think it, really fucking adorable too. He pulled away a little, and Will didn’t want that at all.
“Hey, come back here.” He grabbed Patrick’s hips and manhandled him until Patrick settled between his thighs. “I just meant, did you want my hand, my mouth?” He licked his lips and swallowed, loving the way Patrick watched it all with a hungry expression.
“Well, I kinda thought you might want to fuck me.”
Will leaned up to kiss him, sliding a hand down Patrick’s back to just above his arse, and tried desperately to remember why he’d thought they should wait.
“Unless you aren’t into that?” Patrick asked, breaking the kiss and leaning up on his elbows.
“Yeah, I definitely am.” Will rolled his hips, pressing his erection firmly into Patrick’s to emphasize the point. “I thought you might want to build up to that. There’s no rush.”
Will waited, taking the opportunity to mouth at the hollow of Patrick’s throat, while Patrick seemed to mull it over. He wanted to put his mouth all over him.
“Yeah, o-kay.” Patrick faltered as Will bit down harder than he’d meant to. He quickly licked over the mark in apology, since he didn’t know how Patrick felt about being marked. Not yet, anyway.
“Okay?”
Patrick had his eyes shut, and Will wondered what Patrick was agreeing to exactly. Will’s hand slipped lower, his fingers dipping down between Patrick’s arse cheeks, trying to coax a bit more information out of him.
“I mean… your mouth.”
“Just my mouth?”
Patrick’s breath hitched as Will rubbed the pad of his finger back and forth over his hole, and Will grinned, hiding his smile in Patrick’s shoulder.
“Fingers too.”
Will pressed down more firmly, cursing softly at Patrick’s full body shudder. If he didn’t hurry they’d both be coming without doing much at all, and Will really wanted to blow him. He kissed Patrick once more, making it as wet and dirty as he knew how, before flipping them over so Patrick lay on his back, panting up at him.
“Stay.” Will took a moment to savour the state of Patrick’severything. He looked wrecked already—hair a tangled mess and lips red, puffy, and slightly parted where Patrick drew in harsh breaths as he watched Will intently. He waited for Patrick to nod before stretching over to the side to reach in the top drawer of his bedside table and get the lube.
This was nothing like a hook-up. Will had never brought a one-night stand home with him, always going to their place on the rare occasion it happened, wanting to get off and leave as soon as possible—it was only sex, after all. Which is exactly what this was too. But when Will turned back and Patrick met his gaze, open and trusting andready, it didn’t seem like that at all.
“Okay?” Will palmed Patrick’s cock, stroking him slowly, and pushed all other thoughts from his mind.
“Fuck, yeah.” Patrick groaned and closed his eyes, arching his back as Will bent down and mouthed at the head of Patrick’s cock.
He sank down, taking as much as he could, and watched out of the corner of his eye as Patrick gripped the sheets tightly. Getting the lube open one-handed was a tricky manoeuvre, but Will managed to coat his fingers without spilling much or having to let go of Patrick’s dick.
Patrick was loud. The sounds he made as Will took him apart with his hands and his mouth were so fucking hot, Will couldn’t help but rut into the sheets. He sucked Patrick deep into his throat and worked his fingers in a steady rhythm, dragging them back and forth over Patrick’s prostate until Patrick’s thighs began to tremble.
“Close,” he muttered, letting go of the sheets to tug on Will’s hair.
