Will’s neck hurt from sleeping at a bad angle, and now he’d woken up, he badly needed to piss. “Patrick.” He gave Patrick’s shoulder a shake, but Patrick only grumbled. “Hey, you need to wake up.” He shook him again, maybe a little harder than he’d intended, and Patrick sat bolt upright, rubbing at his eyes and yawning.
“What?” He yawned again, blinking at Will with a confused expression. His hair stuck up all over the place, and he had a crease down one cheek from Will’s T-shirt. He looked warm and sleep-rumpled, and Will almost wanted to pull him back down and go back to sleep.
But he really did need the loo, not to mention he had work in the morning.
“It’s late. Come on. Bed.”
Patrick frowned but didn’t protest when Will got to his feet and pulled Patrick up with him. “Ugh, I had big plans.” He sounded so disappointed, glaring back at the sofa as though it was to blame for them falling asleep.
Will took pity on him and tugged him away, pushing him toward Ben’s doorway. “There’s always tomorrow and Wednesday and the four days after that.” His eyes were used to the dark now, but he still managed to trip over something and stub his toe on the doorframe. “Bollocks.”
Patrick chuckled as Will hobbled around clutching his foot.
“It’s not funny. That bloody well hurt.” Will’s big toe throbbed painfully, and he shoved at Patrick’s shoulder, making him fall into the door.
“Ow! You didn’t need to walk me to my door, you know. Or into it.”
Will could just about make out the sleepy glare Patrick shot his way and had to concede that he was right. Will had no idea why he’d felt it necessary to do that. It had seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but now he was kind of embarrassed. “Well, you still seemed half-asleep, and who knows what you might have hurt getting back to bed. I don’t want Ben moaning at me for breaking you while he was away.”
Patrick coughed and dropped his gaze to the floor, and Will groaned as he realized what he’d said. He noticed Patrick’s shoulders shaking and ducked down to see his face, as Patrick glanced up, biting his lip and trying not to laugh.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Fuck off.” Will laughed with him, but that statement was nearer to the truth than he liked. “You realize that Ben being pissed off with me is a distinct possibility?”
Patrick’s expression turned serious, and he sighed. “No, it’s not. You’re his best friend. He might not be keen on us messing around, but he’ll forget about it soon enough when you’re in your new place and things go back to normal.” Patrick swallowed, and it was too dark in this part of the flat for Will to see his expression clearly. “It’s not like he’ll ever have to see us together. And we’ll still be friends at the end of this, right?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Patrick was only here for another month or so anyway. By the time he came to visit Ben again, it would probably all be forgotten.
“Right, then, if you’re not going to put out, I think I’ll go to bed.” Patrick winked and punched Will gently on the arm.
Will shook his head but smiled and pulled Patrick in for a kiss. “Tomorrow,” he whispered, pushing Patrick into Ben’s room when Patrick grabbed his arse. “Get some sleep.”
“I’m not the one who needs his beauty sleep,” Patrick teased, letting himself be moved backward. “Night, old man.” He laughed as he closed the door, and Will was left there sporting a semi and cursing the fact that he had work in a few hours.
