Page 1 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
PART ONE
Chapter One
“Holy smackeroni, howis it still so good?” Patrick gasps, chest heaving, sweat pooling in his navel, and his groin throbbing with satisfaction.
“No idea, but I’m not complaining.” Will rolls up onto his elbow to grin down at Patrick, his dark eyes alight with the afterglow. “Are you?”
“Never.”
“That’s what I thought.” He collapses down on his back and Patrick purrs happily, rolling into his usual position with his cheek against Will’s furry pecs.
After a few happy minutes of recovery time, they head into their deluxe bathroom to shower. Patrick runs his hands over Will, helping to soap him up under the streaming water. They wash away the evidence of the sex they’ve just had, and Patrick lingers over Will’s firm buttocks and muscled abs, running his fingers over the ridges and grabbing a handful of ass.
“Been hitting the gym lately,” Will whispers, as he soaps up his balls and cock, then reaches to wash off Patrick’s too.
“Getting ready for our trip?”
“I want to look good for you.”
“You always look good to me,” Patrick says, shrugging. He thinks of the photo he keeps in his wallet from Will’s days as a chubby, diabetic teen with a drinking problem. It’s probably thelovetalking, but Patrick’s convinced he’d have banged the hell out of sweet, sad, teen angel Will.
“And I don’t understand how you always look so good,” Will says, running his hands down Patrick’s wiry frame and then skimming into his auburn bush and tickling against his lightly furred balls. “You eat ungodly amounts of food and yet…”
“Extra fast-twitch muscle.” Patrick shrugs. His dick tingles with renewed interest. “Born with it.”
“Unfair.”
“If you keep playing with my balls like that, I’ll end up showing you how fair I can be.”
“Yeah?” Will’s fingers slide back and forth over Patrick’s sac. “In what way?”
“In the way where I get you off while I shoot another load up your ass.”
Will’s chest and cheeks are rosy from their prior round and the heat from the shower, but there’s an additional flush of renewed lust. He grips Patrick’s hardening cock and pumps it to full mast. “Show me.”
Patrick reaches for the small jar of coconut oil they keep by the shampoo for this very reason. Will’s still relaxed from their romp on the bed, and, after coating his own dick with oil, it’s easy enough for Patrick to flip Will around to the wall, spread his cheeks apart, and press into his tight asshole.
Will moans and pushes back, bearing down as Patrick slides right in. It’s a glorious sight. It always is. Seeing his dick disappear into Will, seeing Will’s back flush with effort, watching the gooseflesh break over Will’s skin, and hearing his sweet, urgent sounds. Always ready. Always eager.
Will is such a beautiful fuck.
Patrick grips Will’s wet shoulders and sets up a strong rhythm. The water rushes down Patrick’s back and ass, a warm, wet compliment to the tight clutch of Will’s body around his cock. He rests his forehead on Will’s upper back and fucks him hard. The slap of their bodies echoes around their bathroom, the wetness adding a bit of sting to each sharp thrust.
He’s not a kid anymore and he came once already, but it’s not long before he feels the building pleasure, the tension and rush of semen, and he reaches around to make sure he fulfills his promise of getting Will off first.
Will’s hard cock leaks slick precome as Patrick pounds his prostate, and he shudders hard against Patrick’s body when Patrick takes him roughly in hand. “Let’s see you paint the tiles,” Patrick whispers and jerks him hard and fast, making Will squirm and back up onto Patrick’s cock.
“Yeah,” Will whimpers, as Patrick works him. “That’s…oh!” He freezes and pushes his ass back, taking Patrick’s plunging dick with his wide-open, hungry hole, and then he convulses hard, his ass tightening ruthlessly on Patrick and his cock going hotter and harder in Patrick’s relentless hand.
“Oh!” Will shouts again, his hands scrambling for purchase on the wet tiles. His shoulders jump tightly as his cock pumps streaks of white come over the bathroom tiles, and his ass works around Patrick’s aching cock.
“Good job,” Patrick mutters, reaching down to cup Will’s balls as he thrusts deep and grips Will’s hip with the other hand. “Good…job…” he grunts out again and throws his head back, staring at the white ceiling as pleasure grips him and he shoots up into Will in hard, sweet jolts.
Groaning and coming down from the sharp high of orgasm, he feels raw and tender all over, and his cock is sensitive encased in Will’s still-trembling body. He kisses Will’s shoulder blades and the visible knobs of his spine, before rubbing his face against the hair at the nape of Will’s neck.
“Careful,” Will whispers as Patrick eases out of him. They’re both shaky and unsteady on their feet. “Don’t fall.”
Patrick laughs under his breath as he reaches for the slick wall to hold himself up. “Puddin’-pop, that sweet butt of yours sucked out my strength.”
