Patrick laughed, and waved his hand in a half-hearted attempt at hitting Will in the face. “I’ve had a hard day. My brain’s tired.” He closed his eyes and relaxed a little more, his head resting on Will’s shoulder.
Will lifted his arm up and repositioned Patrick against his side. He let him doze there while the couple on the telly finished building their crazy house, pretty sure Patrick had fallen asleep again. Students had no stamina these days.
Patrick stirred when Will reached across him to grab the remote. “Hey—” He rubbed at his eyes and yawned, frowning as Will turned off the TV. “—I was watching that.”
Will laughed softly, settling back into the sofa and pulling Patrick with him. “You’ve been asleep for the past twenty minutes.”
“Shit, sorry.” Patrick yawned again, huffing as Will continued to laugh at him.
“God, you’re such a lightweight.”
Patrick sighed and sat up a little straighter. “Ugh, I know. Must be something in the water. I’m never usually this bad. Christian’ll give me such shit when I tell him.”
Will bristled. Patrick had mentioned Christian twice now, and Will wasn’t quite sure what their relationship was. Not that he had any right to ask. Ugh, since when had he become this possessive? It wasn’t like him at all.
Patrick turned to face him, one eyebrow raised. “What’s wrong?”
Will shook the feeling off, not wanting to come across as a jealous arsehole. “Nothing, just tired. Maybe we should head to bed.” He got the impression Patrick didn’t believe him, but he let it go, moving to straddle Will’s lap instead.
“Bed sounds like an excellent idea.”
Will automatically placed his hands on Patrick’s hips. “I meant separate beds. To sleep.”
“But I’m not tired now, though.” Patrick leaned forward, bringing his hands up to cup Will’s jaw. He smiled and winked, and Will couldn’t help but grin back.
“Is that so?”
Patrick shifted his hips, his arse now perfectly positioned on Will’s dick. “Yeah.”
Their lips were so close together now, Will only needed to tip his head a little and they were kissing. He forgot all about his irrational jealously, the slow grind of Patrick’s hips capturing all of his attention. He didn’t want to be doing this on the sofa, though. He wanted to strip Patrick naked and take his time now that they were both wide-awake.
“Come on, my bed is much comfier.” He patted Patrick on the arse. As much as Will would’ve liked to stand up and carry Patrick off to his bedroom, he doubted it would turn out well. He settled for easing Patrick off his knee but not letting go of his hand.
“Just to be clear.” Patrick trailed the back of his other hand down the front of Will’s jeans. “We’re not going to sleep, right?”
Will grabbed his hand and turned it, pressing so Patrick’s palm cupped him firmly. “What do you think?”
Patrick laughed and started to walk backward, tugging Will with him all the way into Will’s bedroom. They fell in a tangled heap on Will’s bed, never a question that that’s where they’d end up, Patrick still laughing as Will kissed him and attempted to get his clothes off at the same time.
“Wait, let me.” Patrick pushed Will away enough to wriggle out of his pyjamas. “You too,” he said when Will hadn’t moved.
The bed was still unmade from the morning, and Will pushed the quilt out of the way with his feet, bunching it down near the bottom.
“Come back here.” Patrick urged him closer with a hand on his hip, relaxing back when Will lay facing him. He let his hand slide down, wrapping his fingers around Will’s cock, and started to stroke him.
Will closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the slow, rhythmic slide of Patrick’s hand.
“What do you want?” Patrick whispered.
Will wanted to fuck Patrick again, or maybe have Patrick fuck him. But lying in his bed made him sleepy and warm, and Patrick’s hand felt perfect on him. Will couldn’t be arsed to move, if he was honest. “This is good.” He opened one eye, enough to see where he was putting his hand, and began to jerk Patrick.
They got each other off between soft, slow kisses. Will came first, with Patrick curling into him as he followed a few seconds after, his quiet moans hot against the skin of Will’s shoulder.
“Ugh,” Patrick sighed. “I’m tired now.”
Will nodded. “Yeah.” He felt pretty knackered too; the week had been long and busy and everything appeared to be catching up to him. The bathroom felt too fucking far, so Will grabbed the nearest thing to wipe his hands and his stomach. He grinned when he recognized it as Patrick’s T-shirt again.
“Sorry,” he said, turning to offer it to Patrick. “It was the first thing I—”
