“Hey.” Will used his thumb to gently pry Patrick’s lip from between his teeth. “God, sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.” He’d managed to slide close without Patrick noticing, and now they were only inches apart. “You’re right; you’ve got a while before you need to be thinking about all that.”
“Yeah.”
Will’s thumb was still on Patrick’s bottom lip, slowly rubbing back and forth, and Patrick couldn’t resist flicking out his tongue to taste it. The gratifying hitch in Will’s breathing made Patrick bold. He closed his lips around the end of Will’s thumb, setting his teeth against it and slowly drew it into his mouth.
Will shuffled closer and placed his other hand on Patrick’s thigh, rubbing up and down along the inside seam of Patrick’s jeans in long smooth strokes as Patrick sucked on his thumb. It was the most erotic thing Patrick had done. The weight of Will in his mouth and the slow torturous slide of Will’s fingers—getting so close to touching Patrick’s cock but backing off each time—had him hard and aching in his jeans.
Patrick felt the loss of Will’s thumb as Will pulled it out and leaned in to kiss him. He put his arms around Will’s neck and lay back on the sofa, taking Will with him.
Thank God Ben’s sofa was wide, or they’d be in danger of falling off, but Patrick easily spread his legs and drew his knees up so Will slotted snugly between them. “This okay?” he whispered, sliding his hands down Will’s back to grip his arse.
Will immediately thrust his hips forward, and they both groaned at the added pressure. “Yeah,” Will managed, voice rough and breathy as he placed his hands on either side of Patrick’s head and rolled his hips. “Works for me.”
Patrick let out a huff of laughter. “Me too.”
Will was heavy, his weight causing the buckle from his belt to dig almost painfully into Patrick’s stomach, but Patrick didn’t care. They were both still fully dressed, but Patrick was so turned on, each drag of Will’s jean-clad dick against his pushed him closer to the edge.
Will dropped to his elbows and Patrick took the opportunity to kiss down his jaw and his neck. The smell of Will’s shower gel and shampoo surrounded him with its warm, earthy scent. He tightened his grip on Will’s arse, silently urging him to do it slower, harder, and not giving a fuck that they were both about to come in their boxers any minute. He ran his fingers down the seam of Will’s jeans, pressing down firmly in between his cheeks, and Will’s hips stuttered as he sucked in a harsh breath.
“Oh fuck.” Will dropped his head onto Patrick’s shoulder, his whole body going rigid. Patrick almost whined, because he was so close to coming, and Will had virtually collapsed on top of him.
Patrick shifted underneath him, trying to get a little friction on his aching cock, but Will didn’t budge.
“Just… give me a minute.” Will’s breath tickled Patrick’s neck, making him flinch and then groan.
“Ugh, I can’t wait that long.” Patrick tried to get his hand between them, but Will was too heavy. “Shift to the side a little, and I can do it myself.”
Will huffed out a laugh. “So bloody impatient.” But he dutifully moved off Patrick to lie with his back wedged up against the sofa cushions.
As soon as Patrick managed to free his cock, though, Will batted his hands out of the way and took over. His palm was surprisingly smooth where it wrapped around the base of Patrick’s dick, and even though it was almost too dry, it didn’t take more than four strokes before Patrick was coming with a muffled curse as he turned his face into Will’s shoulder.
They lay there for a few minutes, both breathing heavily. Patrick had come on his T-shirt, his boxers, and his jeans, but thankfully none if it had landed on the sofa. He guessed Will wouldn’t be feeling too comfortable either. Patrick could already see the wet patch forming on the front of Will’s jeans, but he didn’t want to move. He pressed his face back into Will’s shoulder, and Will slung an arm low over Patrick’s hips.
It was…nice.
Patrick felt warm, and sated, andwanted.
He’d almost drifted off to sleep, when Will nudged him awake.
“Hey, Patrick, wake up.” He gave Patrick a gentle shake until Patrick was forced to open his eyes. “You can’t sleep here.”
Patrick pulled back a little and fixed Will with all the ire he could muster, which probably wasn’t much considering how sleepy and content he was. “But it’s so comfy.”
Will struggled to sit up, their positions making it awkward. “Come on. We’re both sticky and gross, and I for one want to get out of these jeans.” He finally got upright, manhandling Patrick until they were both sitting up.
Patrick yawned, and stretched out his arms above his head. He glanced down at himself and grimaced. His cock was still hanging out of his boxers, and he really did have come over everything. “Ugh.”
“You seem to have made a bit of a mess.”
Patrick looked up to see Will watching him, and he flushed hotly, quickly straightening out his boxers and tucking himself away. “At least I didn’t come in my pants.”
“Nope. Just all over them.” Will grinned at him, and Patrick huffed, trying not to be embarrassed. He didn’t think either of them had any grounds to be pointing fingers.
“I’m gonna get cleaned up and go to bed, then.” He leaned in and gave Patrick a kiss. “See you in the morning.”
“Yeah, okay. Night.”
It didn’t feel so awkward this time. Maybe because Patrick wasn’t being kicked out of Will’s bed, but whatever the reason, he went to sleep that night with a smile on his face.
