Will stopped picking at his sodden clothes and seemed to finally notice Patrick. His gaze slid over Patrick’s body, and Patrick’s belly tightened at the obvious interest in Will’s eyes.
“You look good.” Will swallowed and took a couple of steps closer. He reached out to thumb at the patch of skin above Patrick’s waistband, before placing his palm flat against Patrick’s stomach.
“Fuck!” Patrick flinched and swatted at Will’s hand. “You’re bloody freezing!” He eyed Will speculatively, only just noticing the way he’d begun to shiver slightly. “Come on,” he said, gripping Will by the wrist and dragging him over to the bathroom. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.”
Will grinned. “Straight to it, then? No foreplay?”
Patrick would probably have blushed and stumbled over his words before, but he felt bold with Will looking at him like that—his heated gaze dipping down to Patrick’s stomach again before sliding slowly back up. Patrick still felt his cheeks heat, but his voice came out steady when he paused in front of the bathroom door.
“I want to get you warm and dry first. Then we can start with foreplay. We’ve got all afternoon. No need to rush.” He pushed Will the rest of the way through the door and began to strip off Will’s clothes with surprisingly steady hands.
Neither of them spoke as Patrick peeled off the clingy material of Will’s shirt, followed by his trousers. He turned on the water.
“Are you joining me?” Will looked back over his shoulder as he stepped into the shower, one hand out to test the water. He didn’t look remotely self-conscious, standing stark bollock naked and on display. It was the first time Patrick had got a good look at his body in all its glory, and his gaze flitted from Will’s shoulders to his arse, then his thighs—too much to take in all at once.
Will had a great body, more muscular than Patrick’s, but not overly so, and his arse looked firm and tight, and Patrick couldn’t resist giving it a playful slap.
“No.” Patrick pushed him gently toward the spray. “As tempting as that is.” And it was. Patrick already had one hand hovering at the hem of his T-shirt, but he had plans that didn’t involve a cramped shower stall. At least not this time anyway. “I had something else in mind.”
Will smirked, but didn’t ask. He stepped under the water and let out a low groan. Patrick was grateful he wasn’t required to answer, because his mouth had suddenly gone dry. Will had both arms braced on the shower wall, with his head bent forward and his eyes shut, letting the hot water run over his shoulders and down his back.
Patrick watched, transfixed, following the steady stream of water as it made a path down Will’s body. He should move, leave Will to it, instead of standing there like a creeper, but he couldn’t force his legs to work.
“If you’re going to stand and watch, then you might as well get in.” Will had one soapy hand dangerously close to his cock, and he smirked as Patrick tracked its progress. “Pat?”
“What?” Patrick shook his head and took a step back, glancing down at where his semi was plain to see with his current lack of underwear. “No, I’m going now.” He cast around for some excuse to leave and spotted the pile of Will’s discarded clothes. “Gonna take these and shove them in the washing machine.” He scooped them up and backed out of the bathroom, unable to quite tear his eyes away from Will’s naked, soapy body.
Will’s laughter chased him down the hall, and Patrick shook his head to clear it. Christ, he needed Will to hurry up and get out of that shower. He heard the water turn off and threw the clothes down in the kitchen, not bothering where they landed. He was back in the bathroom as Will finished securing his towel.
Patrick had a second to feel disappointed, before grabbing Will’s hand and tugging him out the door into the hall. He hesitated next to Ben’s door.
“Fuck no.” Will grimaced and pushed Patrick straight past toward his own room. “Just… no.”
Patrick nodded. “Yeah, don’t know what I was thinking.” Even the thought of his brother made him deflate a little. Patrick would be picturing Ben’s disapproving face the whole time, and that would put a stop to pretty much anything sex related.
Will kept his hands on Patrick’s hips, the little finger on both tucked securely under the waistband of Patrick sweats, and steered Patrick through the doorway to the edge of his bed.
When Patrick turned to face him, Will smiled and dropped his towel. Patrick had done it to him twice, and now he could see why it’d made Will so flustered.
Will stood there, confidence oozing off him and skin still damp from the shower. “You’re a little overdressed.” He gestured at Patrick’s sweats and T-shirt, and Patrick rushed to take them off. “And I believe you promised me foreplay.” He winked and grinned at Patrick, reaching out to steady him when Patrick tripped over the bottom of his sweats.
“Thanks.” Patrick looked up, meeting Will’s gaze, and his breath caught. Will had one hand on Patrick’s waist and the other on his shoulder, his hands hot on Patrick’s skin. “Fuck.” He’d hoped to be more eloquent than that, but his brain kind of short-circuited when his gaze dropped down.
They were both hard. Will’s cock looked pretty fucking substantial from this angle, and Patrick swallowed as he thought about having it inside him.
“Hey.” Will tipped Patrick’s chin up. “We don’t have to.” He leaned forward a little as he spoke, and his cock brushed against Patrick’s.
They both looked down again, almost bumping heads, and Patrick let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, we do.” He shook off whatever nerves had managed to creep in and pulled Will closer, kissing him before he could say anything else.
He felt his stubble catch with Will’s. Patrick couldn’t grow much of a beard, but he’d been lazy about shaving since he’d been at Ben’s, and it had got worse over the past couple of days. Patrick wouldn’t be the only one with a bad case of stubble burn after this, and he felt oddly pleased about the whole thing.
He kissed Will a little harder, placed one hand on the back of Will’s head, and traced a path down his chest with the other. Will had a tight grip on Patrick’s hips, keeping their bodies pressed firmly together, and Patrick couldn’t help but grind into him.
“Bed,” Will whispered, giving Patrick a gentle shove and sending him bouncing onto the bed behind them.
Patrick shuffled back and spread his legs wide for Will to crawl between them. He looked hotter than Patrick had imagined, and he’d thought about this moment a lot. Will’s hair fell forward, almost in his eyes, and Patrick reached up to sweep it out of the way.
He kept his hand there, drawing Will to him, until he covered Patrick completely, andGod, he was heavy. Patrick grunted under the weight, prodding at Will’s side until he propped himself up on his elbows. “I need to be able to breathe.”
