Ed Sheeran blasted out as Patrick stretched up to check the cupboard. He hadn’t heard the front door open and close, so was totally unprepared when something clattered to the floor behind him, scaring him half to death.
“Fuck!” Patrick yelled, and whirled around to see what the hell it was.
His towel caught on the fridge door handle, and then it all seemed to happen in slow motion. Patrick stepped forward with his heart in his mouth, coming face-to-face with a startled Will, and could only look down in horror as his towel came undone and slipped down his thighs toward the floor.
“Shit.” He made a grab for it, managing to snag the edge, and frantically pulled it back in front of him. But judging from the way Will’s eyes still focused on Patrick’s crotch, he’d already seen everything there was to see. “Um… I didn’t hear you come in.” He felt his cheeks flame and wondered if it would be best to make a break for his bedroom and save them both the embarrassment.
Will’s head snapped up, meeting Patrick’s gaze. His pupils were blown, making his eyes look even darker, and he swallowed hard before answering. “Yeah, so I saw.” His gaze flicked down Patrick’s body again before he seemed to pull himself together. “I’m just going to….” He gestured in the vague direction of the guest room. “Just going to get changed.” With that he turned on his heel, and Patrick heard his door slam shut before he had a chance to reply.
Well,thatwas interesting.
WILL LEANEDagainst the door, banged his head against it a couple of times, and let out a shaky breath. Fuck. He had a distinct feeling of déjà vu, but this time it wasn’t because of Patrick’s inappropriate feelings. Up until a few minutes ago, Will still thought of Patrick as Ben’s kid brother—cute, but still way too young. But bloody hell, he’d just been forced to totally rethink that opinion.
The last thing he’d expected when he came into the kitchen was to see Patrick half-naked and stretched out in a way that let Will see all the muscles in his back and shoulders. All broad and lean and still damp from the shower. The towel barely covered his arse, and Will had stared for a good few minutes, wondering what lay underneath.
It had been like a slap in the face, a stark reminder that although Patrick may still be six years younger, he was very much a grown man, now.
Will had been torn between clearing his throat and making his presence known, or trying to escape to his bedroom without Patrick noticing. The music blaring out of his phone had obviously covered his entrance; he didn’t think Patrick would purposefully parade around in a towel if he’d known Will was there. But then that towel had slipped a little, revealing the curve of Patrick’s arse cheeks, smooth and tempting. Will’s keys had slipped out of his hands and dropped onto the kitchen floor with a clatter.
Everything that happened after was like a cross between cheesy porn and a comedy show, and Will had stood there, helpless to do anything but stare as he suddenly got an eyeful of exactly how grown-up Patrick was. And to make matters worse, Will had found he couldn’t tear his gaze away, even when Patrick got the towel back in place—too busy imagining what Patrick’s dick would look like hard and wanting.
Thank God Will still had his coat on, or he might have given Patrick a show of his own. He only had a semi, but his work trousers didn’t hide anything.
The music in the kitchen had been turned down a little, and Will could hear Patrick moving around. He pictured the way that towel clung to Patrick’s hips, pulled tight across the front, and Will’s dick jerked a little in response.
He reached down to adjust himself, rubbing along the length with his palm and hissing at the pressure. Even thinking about it again made him ache. He couldn’t go back out there like this, and palming his erection like that wouldn’t help it go away either. He groaned and banged his head against the wood again.
Maybe it’d be better to stay in his room for a while, give them both a bit of space. It had been embarrassing all around, and Will doubted Patrick would want to see him yet anyway. He should probably wait for Patrick to put on clothes too. With his mind made up, Will gave in to the urge to touch himself.
It felt good, too good, and judging by how quickly he got hard, it wouldn’t take long either. He shouldn’t be doing it now, not with Patrick only in the bloody kitchen, but….
Fuck it.
With any luck Patrick would be fully dressed by the time he came back out, and they could laugh it off. And then probably have that talk, although Will wasn’t quite sure how to approach it now. But he had other things to think about first. Like getting off.
He pulled off his coat and chucked it onto the chair, then unfastened his trousers and let them slip down his legs so he could step out of them. There didn’t seem any point taking off his shirt, it needed a wash anyway, so he pulled it up a little and settled himself on his bed to lie back on the pillows propped up against the headboard. Will rubbed himself again through the black cotton of his boxers, the tight material clinging to him and outlining his cock. He bit his lip, trying not to make any noise. Patrick’s music still sounded loud enough to cover it as long as he didn’t shout, but Will didn’t want to risk it. The last thing this situation needed was for Patrick to know what Will was doing in here, because there’d be no avoiding what had got him so turned on.
He lifted his hips a little to shove his underwear down to his thighs and groaned when he finally got a hand on his dick. Precome slid under his thumb when he stroked over the head and spread it around. He closed his eyes and pictured Patrick in all his glory. He’d probably feel guilty about that later, but for now the image of Patrick’s toned thighs, flat belly, and cock on display had Will straining up into his hand and choking back a moan.
He imagined pushing Patrick up against the fridge and jacking him off right there in the kitchen, swallowing down his moans with desperate kisses and stroking his cock until Patrick was hard and begging for it. Will arched his back and thrust into his tight fist again and again, all the while thinking of Patrick saying his name. He was so close already, the feeling almost too much to contain, but the sound of the door opening caught his attention, and then Patrick was calling his name for real.
“Hey, Will, do you know where the wash—”
Will didn’t think Patrick could have timed it better if he’d tried. Will’s name falling from Patrick’s lips pushed him over the edge, come pulsing out onto his stomach as Patrick watched open-mouthed from the doorway. Patrick’s gaze flicked from Will’s face to his cock and back again, as though he didn’t quite know what to look at. Will sympathized as he hastily dropped his gaze and yanked the quilt over his lap. He now had the same trouble himself, except he didn’t know whether to look at the ceiling or the wall.
But one of them had to say something, and Will doubted it could get any more awkward than this. He settled for taking a deep breath and forcing himself to turn and face Patrick where he still stood, rooted to the spot in the doorway.
Patrick appeared to have gotten over his shock at catching Will midwank and now eyed him curiously, his mouth curled up at the edges as though he was a second away from grinning.
Bollocks. Patrick totally knew Will had jacked off thinking about him naked. So Will did the only thing he could do—acknowledge the fact and move on. “Hey,” he said, casually wiping off his hand on his shirt. “Don’t you usually knock before barging into someone’s bedroom?”
Patrick’s gaze raked over the mess on Will’s belly, and he did grin then. “Yeah, sorry. But don’t you usually lock the door if you’re going to dothat?” He glanced pointedly at Will’s crotch.
Well shit, Patrick was absolutely right. Why hadn’t he locked the fucking door?Christ,he thought he was long past the age where the need to jerk off was everything. He sat up, pulled off his shirt and used it to clean up the mess. “Look, can you…?” Will nodded in the direction of the door, hoping Patrick got the message, because there was no way he wanted to carry on having this conversation.
“Oh, yeah, of course.” Patrick straightened as if suddenly realizing how awkward this whole situation was, but he had a smug-looking smile on his face now. “I’ll leave you to um—” He waved at where Will still clutched his ruined shirt over his stomach, and his lips twitched. “—take care of that.”
Patrick didn’t wait for Will to respond—thank God, because Will had nothing—and as soon as the door clicked shut, Will closed his eyes, unable to quite believe what the fuck had just happened. His life had suddenly become a lot more complicated, and they needed to set some boundaries now more than ever. He had no idea what Patrick was thinking after that, and the muffled laughter in the hall and a very clear “oh my God,” made Will think their talk would probably be going a lot differently to how he’d originally planned.
