Page 52 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
“Very romantic. I’m glad you planned this for us.”
Patrick shoots Will his sharp, sexy grin, and flips onto his back. “Another thing I excel at: vacation planning.” Then he frowns. “But next time I’m thinking we’ll go somewhere truly isolated. The mountains of Tibet maybe. Or a long stay in a yurt in Mongolia. Your family wouldn’t have the skill set to find us there. Except Eleanora. She could manage it.”
Will sighs and watches a spray of water flash in the air as a wave shatters on the lava rocks below their bed. “Tony could pay someone to manage it.”
“True. Speaking of your parents, they looked cozy this morning.” Patrick waggles his eyebrows. “Who knew your mother was flexible in more ways than one?”
“Shh, let’s pretend they aren’t here.”
“Deal,” Patrick agrees.
Will breathes out, low and long, and tries to forget that they’d glimpsed Kimberly, Tony, and Angelica breakfasting together that morning. He and Patrick had darted out of the restaurant before they were spotted to grab protein smoothies by the pool instead.
Still, it’d taken an hour for Will to shake the image of the three of them laughing and casually touching in ways he doesn’t want to contemplate too hard. It’s one thing to know his mother and father can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s another to think about a third party added to the mix.
“I’m worried about Jenny,” Patrick says after a few minutes of silence spent listening to birdcalls, the flapping of the wind in the curtains around them, and the crash of the ocean waves.
“Yeah? Do you want to call her?”
Patrick shakes his head, a frown etching his brow, his eyes focused on the ocean. “Her asshole ex isn’t going to stay. And this time she’s got Dylan involved in it too.”
“And Dylan loves Jax,” Will murmurs, sympathy for Jenny’s son welling inside. He knows all too well what it’s like to get attached to someone his mother is dating, only to have that all fall apart when his biological dad comes swirling back into town.
“Yeah.”
They both consider this a moment.
“Well, she’s an idiot.” Patrick rubs his eyes quickly, like he’s wiping away the worry before rolling onto his side to face Will. His cock is flaccid, but as it flops on his leg, it shifts and swells.
“What have you got there?” Will whispers, reaching out to run his forefinger gently down the growing length of Patrick’s dick.
“Like I’ve told you, my childhood nickname was Snake.”
Will laughs, rolling his eyes.
“Go on. You show me yours since I’m showing mine.”
Will glances around like the white curtains are suddenly see-through, but then he shoves his underwear down and detaches his pump and wires, stuffing everything in the cubby, satisfied with the readings and certain he can play for an hour or so without concern.
He stretches out on his back. Blood rushes south when Patrick reaches out to take hold of him, and he hardens the last few centimeters in Patrick’s skilled hand.
“I have a nice tight hole this looks like it could plug,” Patrick says seriously, examining Will’s cock like it’s something he’s considering buying.
“Maybe you should show me.”
Patrick grins, flips around, and moves quickly to straddle Will’s face, bending low to breathe hot, sticky air over Will’s cock while Will slides his hands up to massage Patrick’s taut ass.
The saltwater breeze rushes over them again, and Will shivers, maneuvering one of the fluffy pillows beneath his neck so he doesn’t have to strain so hard to reach Patrick’s asshole.
“It looks like it’ll do the trick,” Patrick mutters, licking the head of Will’s cock.
Spreading Patrick’s ass cheeks apart, Will glimpses his tight anus. He pushes them together again to hide it, a teasing game of peek-a-boo with the part of Patrick he most wants to kiss right now. But he makes himself wait, and makes Patrick wait, until hot, wet, heat engulfs his dick.
Will squirms as Patrick slides down, down, down and buries Will’s cock in his throat.
“Show off,” Will grunts. He knows he’s good at giving head. Patrick praises his efforts all the time. But Patrick’s the deep-throat champion of the world as far as Will can tell.
Patrick doesn’t say anything, just starts bobbing up and down, a sexy, wet gargling sound coming from his throat as he works. Will quivers, the breeze from the ocean teasing his nipples and flitting in his hair.
