Patrick had one hand tucked up under the pillow, fast asleep.
Well,fuck.
“Hey, Pat?” Will gently shook his shoulder, and Patrick stirred but didn’t wake up. Not that Will tried particularly hard. He kind of liked having Patrick asleep in his bed.
He used the T-shirt to wipe most of the mess from Patrick’s hand and belly; thankfully they’d managed to only get a little on the bottom sheet. Will pulled the quilt up over them and lay down facing Patrick. He wanted to reach out and tug him closer, wrap Patrick up against him, but he closed his eyes instead. That would feel too much like Patrick was his, and Will had to draw the line somewhere.
PATRICK WOKEup warm and comfortable, and it took him a good few minutes to realize he wasn’t in Ben’s bed. Will was cuddled up close behind him, with an arm slung low over Patrick’s waist.
Okay, then.
He didn’t remember falling asleep the night before, but it must have been shortly after they both came, because he had flakes of jizz on his stomach still. Patrick wondered why Will hadn’t bothered to kick him out this time, and tried to quash down the flickers of hope that maybe his feelings about Patrick were changing.
Will had said he wasn’t interested in a relationship, though, and Patrick spent the next five minutes trying to remind himself of that fact. But with Will snuggled against him, his face buried in the back of Patrick’s neck, it was easy to picture the two of them together.
“Bollocks,” Patrick whispered. He gave up trying to pretend it meant nothing and relaxed back into Will’s embrace, enjoying it while he had it.
The second time he woke up, Patrick was alone in bed. He didn’t know if that was better or worse. It might have been weird if Will had been awake, waiting for him to stir. But then again it might not, and Patrick would have liked to find out.
He sat up, stretched out his arms, and yawned before casting around looking for his clothes. His pyjama bottoms were easy enough to find, and he slipped them on, still searching for his T-shirt. When he eventually found it, on the floor next to Will’s side, he picked it up, then quickly threw it back down grimacing at the state of it. So that’s what Will had used to clean them up, that bastard.
Patrick marched out of the room and headed for the kitchen, where he found Will cooking breakfast. Any thoughts of complaining about his T-shirt disappeared as the smell of bacon and sausage greeted him. God, he was starving.
Will glanced up when Patrick wandered in. “Hey, you’re up. Finally.”
Patrick checked the time on the oven. “It’s not even ten o’clock yet.” He wandered closer to peer over Will’s shoulder. “And thanks for using my clothes for cleanup.”
Will laughed and turned back to grin at him. “Sorry, it was the first thing I grabbed.”
“’Course it was.” He was about to moan about it some more, but Will leaned back a little farther and kissed him. It was over before Patrick had a chance to react, Will already focused on cooking again, as though he hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary. But Patrick stood there stunned for a good few seconds.
“So,” he said, hoping it didn’t sound as forced as it felt, “what’re we having?”
“Sausage, eggs, bacon, and beans.”
Patrick’s mouth watered, and he couldn’t resist reaching out to try and pinch a piece of bacon.
“Oi!” Will smacked at his hand with a spatula. “Put some toast on, would you, and make the tea?”
Patrick sighed and looked mournfully at the stack of bacon Will had dished onto a plate.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, here.” Will shook his head as he handed a piece over. “Now put the toast on and make that tea.Please.”
Breakfast was relaxed and easy, and Patrick couldn’t believe they’d only been living in the same house for ten days. They spent the day together, alternating between watching telly, napping, and playing on Ben’s Xbox. When it came time to go to bed, Will led Patrick straight into his bedroom, and they fell asleep after sex, with no mention of Patrick leaving.
Patrick woke up Sunday morning and headed into the kitchen to find Will leaning against the counter, nursing a mug of tea.
“Morning.” Patrick stopped in the middle of the floor and yawned.
“I heard you getting up, so I made you a cuppa.” Will gestured to the mug next to the kettle.
“Thanks.” The silence that stretched between them wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it still put Patrick on edge. “Hey, is something wrong?”
Will sighed, and Patrick’s stomach dropped when he noticed the extra set of keys sitting on the counter beside him.
“Are those for the new house?” Patrick pointed at the keys, and Will nodded.
“Yeah, I picked them up on Friday.”
