With that decided, it was easy for Will to push it all to the far corners of his mind and walk Patrick back until he pressed up against the opposite counter. He dropped to his knees, not caring about the hard floor because Patrick’s dick was right there and begging to be touched.
Will slid his hands up Patrick’s thighs, the coarse hairs tickling his palms, and leaned forward to mouth at the head of Patrick’s cock. It didn’t take long before Patrick had his hands buried in Will’s hair, barely holding himself back from thrusting into his mouth, and Will was too far gone to tease him for long.
He wanted to feel the heavy weight of Patrick on his tongue and make him come apart, and when he looked up, Patrick was biting his lip hard, watching as Will reached down to palm his cock through his trousers. “Fuck.” Patrick’s gaze flitted from Will’s mouth down to his hand still rubbing lazily up and down. “I want to touch you, but….” He pushed forward a little, pressing his cock against Will’s lips, before shifting back and looking almost apologetic.
“Later.” Will opened his mouth and tugged on Patrick’s hips, guiding him inside. He had to stop touching himself to get both hands on Patrick and hold him steady, but the moan Patrick let out as Will sucked him deep was worth the loss.
Patrick’s desperate gasps and bitten-off cries were getting louder, and there was no way Will was moving. He used his tongue and his hands, urging Patrick closer to the edge until he finally shuddered, his fingers painfully tight in Will’s hair.
Patrick pulled back, cursing loudly, and Will managed to get his eyes shut in time as Patrick came all over his face, gasping, “Oh shit! Sorry!”
Will flinched as Patrick wiped a cloth across his cheeks. It was more than likely one of the tea towels, and Will vowed to throw it in the wash as soon as he had a chance. He reached up to check it was safe to open his eyes and then glared up at Patrick.
“Fuck, I really am sorry.” He reached down and helped Will to his feet, a smile tugging at his lips.
“A little warning might have been nice.”
“Yeah, I know.” Patrick had given up on trying to hide his amusement and grinned broadly, swiping his thumb at the edge of Will’s mouth. “I was gonna ask first, but then I just looked down, and… yeah.”
Patrick’s smile fell away, and he leaned forward, undoing the button on Will’s trousers as he kissed the spot where his thumb had just been. “You missed a bit.” He flicked his tongue out, then grimaced a bit at the taste, and Will laughed at him before shifting to kiss him properly.
Patrick made quick work of getting Will’s zip down and slipped a hand inside. Will would have preferred doing this in bed or on the sofa, but Patrick had a tight grip on him, his long fingers wrapped around Will, and it felt fucking great.
Will grabbed on to Patrick’s shoulders, with nothing to lean back against he needed to hang on to something. He’d come too quickly if he watched, so Will rested his head on Patrick’s bare shoulder. He smelled fresh and clean, and Will turned his head to the side, breathing him in.
His skin was still a little damp, and Will couldn’t resist biting at the base of Patrick’s throat, earning him a soft moan. God, this was going to be over embarrassingly quickly, but Will didn’t have the energy to draw it out. He closed his eyes and gave in, striping Patrick’s hand and stomach and almost collapsing against him.
“Fuck.” Patrick laughed, supporting Will with one arm as he turned them so Will could lean against the counter. He snagged his discarded towel from the floor to wipe his hands on, Will admiring the view as he bent over. Patrick blushed when he caught Will looking, and faltered, his earlier confidence waning.
Will got the impression Patrick badly wanted to cover himself, the towel hanging loosely in his hand. Before Will could say anything to put him at ease, Patrick seemed to straighten his shoulders and relax.
He tossed the towel back on the floor in front of the washing machine and grinned. “I still want you to fuck me.” Patrick’s cheeks flushed even more, but his smile remained. “But that can wait ’til later. I’m starving.”
Will’s stomached rumbled, reminding him that lunch had been hours ago. “Yeah, me too.” He glanced at the kitchen clock, surprised to see he’d only been home for twenty minutes. “You better go put some clothes on, though, or we’ll never get to eat.”
Patrick laughed, gesturing to the state of Will—trousers and boxers pushed low on his hips, and his dick still hanging out. “You should do something about that too.” He turned and headed to his bedroom, and Will watched him go, letting his gaze wander over the tight muscles in Patrick’s back and shoulders, all the way down to his arse.
Only when Patrick disappeared from view did Will push himself away from the counter and head to his own room, a smile on his lips. He changed quickly, pulling a clean pair of boxers from his drawer and slipping on his pyjama bottoms and a loose T-shirt. He felt lighter than he had in a while.
Will eyed the bed on his way out, a curl of anticipation stirring his belly about what they’d hopefully be doing later. He couldn’t resist straightening the sheets and clearing some clothes from the end of it before rolling his eyes and leaving the room. He wasn’t bringing a date home, and he doubted Patrick gave a shit about the state of his room.
The microwave pinged as Will entered the kitchen, and he waited for Patrick to get two packets of rice out and dish up a big bowl of chili already sitting on the counter. “That was quick.” He checked the time again. It was exactly thirty minutes after he’d arrived home. “You didn’t think we’d last long, then?” The fact that they hadn’t was beside the point.
“Um… no.” Patrick shrugged and carried their food into the lounge with Will following. “And the chili’s been ready for a while.”
Will didn’t know whether to be offended or not. He sat down next to Patrick on the sofa and nudged him with his shoulder. “We can do better.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Patrick switched on the TV and turned to face him, settling his plate on his lap and handing the other to Will. “You best eat up, then. You’re gonna need all your energy for later.”
Will grinned and pointed his fork at Patrick. “You too.”
DESPITE THEIRbest intentions, they never made it off the sofa. Will woke up to find the Skybox had gone into standby mode, casting the lounge into darkness, and a snoring Patrick slumped against his chest.
He had no idea what time it was, but it felt late, and when he managed to grab his phone from the table, he was surprised to find it was after two in the morning. Patrick was a dead weight and cuddled Will tighter when Will tried to pry him off.
