CHAPTER SEVEN
“FUCKING YES!”Will threw his pen on the desk and leaned back in his chair. God, he was tired. He’d spent all afternoon working on this one problem and had finally fixed the bloody thing. He checked his phone and couldn’t believe the time was already seven o’clock. No wonder he was starving; lunch had been hours ago.
He’d wanted to get home early tonight. Things had been a little awkward between him and Patrick when he’d left the day before. Well, he’dmadethem awkward by asking Patrick to come for lunch and meet his bloody parents. Honestly, what had he been thinking?
Patrick had wandered into the kitchen looking all adorable and sleepy, and the words had tumbled out before Will realized what he was saying. Thank God Patrick had said no, or Will would have had some explaining to do when introducing Patrick to his family. He shuddered at the thought.
But he still wanted to smooth things over between them and had planned on doing it with food, but that was looking less appealing by the minute. He couldn’t be bothered to go home and prepare a meal now. He fired off a quick text to Patrick, asking if he’d eaten, and smiled when the reply came almost straight away.
Nope, just got in. Fucking starved though.
Takeaway?
I got out one of my mum’s frozen meals to defrost this morning. We can share that. Not sure if its spag bol or chili, so I hope you like both.
Yeah, either’s fine. I’m easy.
He sent it half on purpose, echoing Patrick’s text from the other day, and sure enough Patrick didn’t let it go unpunished.
Well, let’s hope so.
He couldn’t help but grin, though, and he’d be lying if he said the thought of messing around with Patrick didn’t sound like a great idea after the day he’d had. He grabbed his wallet, keys, and laptop bag, and hurried out of the office, suddenly feeling a lot less tired.
“IS DINNERready yet?” Will left his keys on the table in the hall and dumped his laptop next to his shoes where he’d kicked them off. “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.”
He walked into the kitchen and stopped dead, his mouth dropping open at the sight that greeted him. It was another case of déjà vu, with Will as tongue-tied as he’d been the first time.
Patrick stood in the kitchen facing the fridge, still wet from the shower and only a towel wrapped around his waist. Will cleared his throat, and Patrick looked back over his shoulder and smiled. “Hey, you’re back.”
“Yeah.” Will raised an eyebrow and gestured to Patrick’s lack of clothing. He got the feeling there was nothing accidental about it this time, and the fact that Patrick had probably planned this sent a curl of heat straight through him, making him shiver. “Are you getting dressed before we eat, or….”
Patrick turned to face him and closed the distance between them until they were almost touching. He ran his hands along the collar of Will’s shirt, and Will automatically gripped Patrick’s hips. “Dinner’s got a while yet. I thought we could work up an appetite.”
Patrick winked and grinned as he delivered his line, and Will laughed at the sheer cheesiness of it but was more than happy to play along. “Oh? What did you have in mind exactly?” He felt the tension from his shitty day at work slip away at Patrick’s easy confidence. There was none of the awkwardness from the day before, and Will sank easily into the kiss when Patrick reached for him.
He closed his eyes, enjoying Patrick’s lips on his and the feel of smooth skin under his hands. Patrick had his fingers in Will’s hair, tugging a moan out of him as he tightened his grip. He pulled back just as Will wanted more, trailing soft kisses along Will’s jaw.
It was nothing they hadn’t done before, yet it seemed different. Patrick seemed different, and Will didn’t know what had changed, but he was far too turned on to dwell on it.
“I want you to fuck me,” Patrick whispered, his breath hot against Will’s ear. “I’ve wanted it for ages, and I’m not waiting any longer.” He tugged at the collar on Will’s shirt until he had the top two buttons open and bit down low on the side of Will’s neck. He sucked the skin into his mouth, working at it until it would definitely leave a mark, and Will had the fleeting thought that thank God it wouldn’t show above his clothes. “And later,” Patrick carried on, opening more of the buttons and kissing along Will’s collarbone. “I’d like to maybe fuck you, if you’re up for it?”
“Christ, Patrick.” Will swallowed and stumbled a little as Patrick leaned into him. He felt the counter behind his back and put one hand behind him to steady them both.
Patrick was incredibly hot like this, and Will was having a hard time thinking about anything other than the images Patrick had just planted in his head. But Patrick wasn’t usually quitethisforward.
It took a lot of self-control to push Patrick back. Will brought his hands up to cup Patrick’s face, his thumbs rubbing gently over Patrick’s cheekbones, in an attempt to calm them both down before he spoke. “Hey,” he said, holding Patrick’s gaze and not letting him look away. “Not that this isn’t one of the best things I’ve come home to in a long while—” Will smiled at Patrick’s short huff of laughter. “—but is everything okay?”
Patrick sighed, his shoulders sagging, but he didn’t avert his eyes. Will waited, not prepared to let this go any further until he had an answer.
Patrick slid his hands down over Will’s chest, settling them just above the waistband of Will’s trousers.
“We have a week left before Ben comes home.” He paused and licked his lips, and Will had to resist the urge to pull him into another kiss. “I know this will all stop when that happens, and I want to make the most of the time we have left. I’m not stupid.” He smiled a little and glanced down before meeting Will’s eyes again. “It’s going to be weird as fuck between us for a while after, but I don’t give a shit about that right now.”
Will started to protest, but then Patrick stepped back and undid his towel, and Will’s gaze immediately dropped to where Patrick’s dick hung half-hard between his thighs.
And yeah, fuck it.
They’d deal with the fallout later. He was done worrying about it.
