Will backed off, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before wrapping his fingers back around Patrick.
It took two tight strokes of Will’s hand before Patrick came all over his own belly, with Will’s fingers buried deep inside him as Patrick rode out his orgasm.
Will watched it all, holding off as long as he could to let Patrick enjoy the afterglow. But the sight of Patrick, flushed and boneless underneath him was too much, and Will carefully withdrew his fingers before kneeling up and finally getting a hand on his dick.
He bit his lip as he came, adding to the mess on Patrick’s stomach, and collapsed onto the bed next to him. The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing, and an all too soon awkward silence settled between them once the heat of the moment ebbed away.
It wasn’t that Will wanted Patrick to leave, even though he should now that they’d both got off. He felt on edge because he wanted to drag Patrick under the covers and fall asleep cuddled next to him, and that wasn’t part of their arrangement at all.
Fuck.
Will ran a hand through his hair. Sex always left him feeling a bit vulnerable, so no wonder he felt off-kilter. Patrick was obviously more than a casual fuck, so he was bound to feel a little clingy straight after. He didn’t want to get attached, though. Despite how much he enjoyed seeing Patrick lying in his bed looking all loose-limbed and thoroughly debauched.
He needed to get Patrick back to his own room without being a dick about it. He genuinely liked Patrick, and he also didn’t want Ben to punch him when he got home.
With a sigh, because even though it was the right thing to do he still wasn’t ready to do it, Will reached over the side of the bed and snagged a T-shirt from the floor. “Here.” He offered it to Patrick and gestured to his come-covered belly.
Patrick stared back, frowning for a second as he looked down at the T-shirt. Before Will could ask what was wrong, Patrick laughed and reached out to pluck the T-shirt out of Will’s hand. At least that hadn’t sounded forced.
“Might have known you’d offer me my own T-shirt to mop up with.”
“I wasn’t going to give you one of mine.” Will smiled back, sitting up and resting against the headboard. Patrick seemed totally fine as he wiped up the mess, and Will decided not to press the issue. It was probably nothing anyway. “I’m going to get a drink of water. Want anything before you head to bed?” It wasn’t the most subtle way to ask Patrick to leave, but then again Will wasn’t sure there was such a thing.
Thankfully Patrick didn’t seem to mind.
“Nah, I’m good, thanks.” Patrick slipped on his boxer briefs and collected the rest of his clothes before turning back to face Will. “I’ll see you in the morning, then.”
“Yeah, night.” Will ignored the urge to ask Patrick back for a good night kiss, and watched him walk out, pulling the door shut behind him.
