Patrick hesitated for a second, and Christian rolled his eyes.
“I’m not trying to hit on you. I get that you’re ‘kinda seeing someone.’” He laughed and gave Patrick a sly look. “Which, roughly translated, means you’re fucking someone but not serious, yeah?”
Patrick glared at him, but Christian shrugged unapologetically.
“Just calling it like I see it, mate.”
“It’s… we’re not.” He closed his eyes for a second. Why couldn’t he say, yes, that’s exactly what it is? “It’s complicated.”
Christian gave him a curious look but didn’t say anything further on the matter. “So, drink?”
Patrick thought about the empty flat waiting for him. “Sure, lead the way.”
“Great.” Christian locked up the coffee shop and led Patrick to the pub over the road. It wasn’t the nicest place he’d been to, but it was friendly enough, and the beer was good, so Patrick relaxed and tried not to think about Will.
They ended up staying until last orders. Christian turned out to be hilarious, and Patrick spent most of the night laughing into his beer. A couple of Christian’s friends joined them later, and before Patrick knew it, he had plans to meet them all for brunch the following morning.
Patrick walked home, a little unsteady on his feet, but not in danger of falling over. He spied Will’s car in its spot on the road, and his stomach fluttered. God, he needed to not do that.
“Hey.” Will glanced up and smiled when Patrick stumbled into the lounge and collapsed onto the sofa next to him. “Good night?”
“Yep.” Patrick grinned and turned his head so his face was only inches away from Will’s. “Went for a drink.”
“So I see.” Will laughed softly and nudged a glass of water toward Patrick. “You should probably drink this before you fall asleep.”
God, he reminded Patrick so much of Ben right then that Patrick huffed. “Yes, Mum.”
“You’ll thank me for it in the morning.”
“Fine, whatever.” Patrick reached for the glass and downed most of it before setting it back on the table. He licked his lips, catching a few drops that had escaped, and smirked when he noticed Will watching him. “Hey,” he said, sliding his hand onto Will’s thigh. “Are you tired after footy?”
Will’s gaze flicked between Patrick’s mouth and his eyes, and he hadn’t moved Patrick’s hand, so things were looking good. Patrick would have no trouble getting hard. He wasn’t that drunk. In fact with the way Will was looking at him he’d be half there in no time.
He slid his hand up a little farther, until his little finger skimmed the outline of Will’s cock. But this time Will did stop him. He placed his hand over Patrick’s and shook his head. “You’re drunk.”
“So?”
“I don’t want to take advantage.”
“I know what I’m doing.” He leaned closer, kissed Will softly on the lips, and made a pleased noise when Will kissed him back. Patrick went to move his hand, but Will’s fingers tightened around it.
“Not tonight.” He stood, pulling Patrick to his feet, and tugged him in close to kiss him once more—with far more tongue than Patrick expected from someone who didn’t want to take things further—then pushed him back with a rueful smile. “Night, Patrick.”
“Such a fucking tease,” Patrick grumbled and rubbed at his hardening cock through his jeans. He watched Will head to his bedroom, and scowled at the easy way he seemed to shrug off his obvious arousal while Patrick felt an urgent need thrumming through his veins.
He refilled his glass with water and headed to bed with every intention of having a long, loud wank before trying to sleep.
