Page 22 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
Patrick closes his eyes and tilts his head back, relaxing a little as Will works on the tender areas of his feet. “I realize that.”
Will ponders the situation as he continues the foot massage. “If she didn’t give the dose but she charted it, what did she even do with the meds? It’s not like there’s a lot of demand on the dark and disturbing streets of Healing for Keppra.”
“Maybe out on the reservation. Folks out there have a hard time getting the medications they need from Indian Health Services. They have to travel a long way. It can be dangerous or impossible for someone with seizures to get a ride all the way to Eagle Butte for an appointment. That’s a problem. It needs to be fixed. The folks on the reservation deserve health care.”
“They do.”
“Still, this Ruby can’t just—”
“Patrick. Let’s wait for the urine. Maybe your patient is metabolizing faster than she should be.”
Patrick’s brows furrow. “In that case, another MRI will be needed to see if there’s something going on with her liver or—”
“Right. And that’s not something that can’t be handled in your absence. Calm down. Don and Dr. Lerma will be able to deal with everything while we’re away.”
Patrick nods once, sharply. His fingers tap on his pant leg again and his lips narrow into a straight, hard line. “It’s a crime.”
“If she’s stealing drugs, then Don will handle it. It doesn’t have to be up to you.”
Patrick harrumphs and stares off over Will’s shoulder, his blue eyes narrowing in thought. “She’s messing with my patient.”
“I know.”
They sit in silence for a while until Patrick pulls his feet away and motions at Will. “Your turn.”
Kicking off his shoes and toeing off his socks, Will lets out a long sigh before depositing his feet in Patrick’s lap. He’s not on his feet all day the way Patrick is, but he never turns down aquid pro quofoot rub.
He groans and lets his head fall back against the couch cushions as Patrick’s long, steady, surgeon’s fingers dig into the balls of his feet and work through the tender areas.
He can tell by the way Patrick’s eyes search the air around them that he’s still thinking about the nurse and trying to solve the problem. In the quiet of their living room, evening shadows grow long. His own mind drifts back to the driveway and the sunlight shining in Caitlin’s hair as she’d told him about Ryan.
He licks his lips, opens his mouth, and shuts it again. Scrunching his eyes tightly, he tries to let Patrick’s fingers work their magic, but still he can’t let go of the mental image of Ryan: skin yellow, eyes sunken, wired to machines in the hospital and waiting to die. He rubs his eyes hard, trying to drive the image away.
“If she’s hurting my patient, she deserves punishment,” Patrick mutters.
Will’s throat goes dry, an idea coming to mind—a way to block out his guilty thoughts and distract Patrick from obsessing. He clears his throat.
“Want to punish someone?” Will asks, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt and exposing a stripe of his chest hair.
Patrick’s gaze swerves his way.
Will smiles and undoes another button, revealing even more of the fur he knows Patrick loves so well. “I know someone who enjoys being spanked. He might be willing to play bad nurse. If you want.”
Patrick’s lips soften and his blue eyes dilate slowly. “Does that someone have a juicy ass that jiggles just the way I like?”
“I’ve heard he does.”
“Prove it.”
Will pulls his feet out of Patrick’s hands and stands, disconnects his glucose monitor, and sheds his shirt before unbuckling his belt. Shoving his pants down, he spins around, arching his back slightly to display his naked ass. “How’s this?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure.” Patrick’s warm hands cup his butt cheeks, and he lightly smacks the right one. “Yes, that’s what I like.” He does it again, a bit harder so it makes Will jump. “Just like that.”
Will shivers, and his cock rises as he whispers. “Do you want me to play bad nurse?”
Patrick drags him back toward the couch and pulls him down onto his lap, chin hooking over his shoulder. “Mmm, no. Let’s play captured superhero instead.” He adjusts his hips so that beneath the soft material of his jeans his hard dick wedges between Will’s ass cheeks.
Will laughs softly. Captured superhero is a silly game, but it’ll crack the tension that’d been growing in the air. “Dr. Villain, I’ll stop your evil plans.”
