Will grinned, before dropping his head and kissing the base of Patrick’s throat. “Sorry. Didn’t realize you were so delicate.” He laughed when Patrick jabbed him none too gently in the ribs and then bit down hard in retaliation.
Patrick moaned, closing his eyes and pressing his head back into the pillows. He could feel Will’s body touching him everywhere, and had to concentrate hard not to give in and rut against him until he came. “Fuck, you better hurry up, or I’m going to embarrass myself.”
Will swore under his breath, but leaned over to the side to fumble around in his bedside drawer. Patrick smiled as he heard more cursing and something hitting the carpet with a dull thud. “What was that?”
“Drawer fell out.” Will shuffled back until he lay on top of Patrick again, lube and condom held triumphantly in his hand. “But we’re good.”
Patrick watched, biting his bottom lip, as Will snapped open the lube and dribbled some over his fingers.
“Ready?” Will shifted back onto his knees, his hand hovering above Patrick’s hip.
“Yeah.” Patrick nodded, his gaze flitting between Will’s face and his hand. In the back of his mind, he knew they were crossing some line, but it was a fleeting thought at most. Will pushed inside him, opening him up with practiced fingers, and Patrick’s focus narrowed to the thrust of Will’s hand.
He couldn’t help the soft, needy noises spilling out of his mouth. Will drew it out, one hand on Patrick’s cock, the other three fingers deep inside him. Patrick dug his heels into the bed, pleasure coursing through him. It was almost too much. “Fuck, stop.” He swatted at Will’s hands, but almost whimpered when Will did as he asked. “I’m ready, come on.”
Will hurried to get the condom on, and Patrick smiled at the way he was just as desperate. He paused, looking down at Patrick. “How do you want it?”
Patrick had imagined fucking Will in every position possible, and for a long drawn-out minute, he couldn’t decide which to choose. He met Will’s gaze, and it felt too intimate, too much for what this was, and he quickly flipped over onto his hands and knees. “Like this.” He glanced back over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.
“Fuck.” Will shuffled forward, and placed one hand on Patrick’s hip.
Patrick let his head drop as Will slowly pushed inside him. He could feel both Will’s hands now, fingers digging painfully into his skin as Will stilled, giving him time to get used to it. “Can I—”
“Yeah….” Patrick gripped the sheets, hanging on as Will began to move.
He started off teasingly slow, sliding out and back in as though he had all the time in the world. Patrick pushed back impatiently, trying to get him to go faster, but Will held him firm, keeping the same steady pace.
“Will….” Patrick bit back theplease, but Will seemed to hear it anyway and picked up the pace. He slammed into Patrick, forcing him down onto his elbows.
The headboard banged against the wall, and Patrick was so grateful it was an outside one. The last thing they needed was for the neighbours to complain to Ben when he got back. At that thought, Patrick stifled a giggle, which quickly turned into a choked-off moan when Will changed the angle a little and hit his prostate.
By the way Will’s rhythm stuttered, Patrick guessed he wasn’t far off, and he wanted to come with Will still hard inside him. He reached down and fisted his cock, trying to match Will stroke for stroke, until he finally clenched tight around him and spilled over Will’s sheets.
“Fuck,Pat.” Will pulled back on Patrick’s hips, holding him almost too tight as he chased his orgasm, and Patrick rode it out with little aftershocks rippling through him.
Will shuddered and collapsed on Patrick’s back, forcing them both down flat onto the bed.
“Ugh, fucking wet patch.” Patrick muttered into the pillow, making Will grin against his shoulder.
“Sorry.”
He didn’t sound the least bit sorry, and Patrick told him as much.
“Thank God I don’t have to sleep in it, though.” He felt Will freeze before shifting off him, and Patrick wanted to bite his tongue off. “I bet you wished we’d used Ben’s bed now?” Patrick added, trying to rescue the moment.
Will rolled onto his back to remove the condom, but turned his head to face Patrick. “Fuck no,” he said, a small smile on his lips. Patrick almost sighed in relief. “He’d kill me if he ever found out, and I can’t lie for shit when I’m drunk.”
Patrick had no comeback to that, and they both lay staring at each other for a moment before Patrick started to wonder whether Will was waiting for him to go. “I should probably go take another shower.” He sat up and frowned down at his stomach.
Will reached out and loosely gripped his wrist. “You don’t have to go straight away, you know.”
Patrick was half tempted to lie back down and curl into Will’s side, he looked so warm and inviting, but he’d have to leave sooner or later, and it would be just as awkward then as it was now. Maybe more so. “I’m kinda gross, though.” He eyed the state of Will’s sheets and grinned. “Besides, you need to change your sheets.”
“Yeah, true.”
Patrick climbed off the bed and grabbed his clothes from the floor, with Will watching him the whole time. He kind of liked the way Will looked at him, still interested even though they’d just fucked, so he held his clothes loosely in his hands instead of putting them back on.
He glanced at the door and then back over at Will. “So, um….”Oh God, now it was awkward, and Patrick cursed his decision to remain naked. Will thankfully put him out of his misery by slipping his boxers back on and getting up and walking over to him. “Go shower. Then I’m going to wipe the floor with you at CoD.” He slapped Patrick on the arse as he passed to open the bedroom door.
“Dick,” Patrick muttered, grinning. Will stayed in the doorway as Patrick walked down to the bathroom, and Patrick put a little extra swagger in his step, smiling as Will’s laughter followed him.
