Page 24 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
“Gonna burn,” he whispers.
“Do it.”
Pushing in, Patrick grunts. Will throws his head back, crooning with pleasure and pain. The burn from the rough entrance penetrates the haze of Will’s lust, and he curses under his breath. Patrick pulls out again, reaches for the drawer in the coffee table, and grabs a stashed tube of lube. He applies it quickly, making Will shudder, then pushes in again, both of them crying out with pleasure.
“Yes,” Will whispers as Patrick flattens himself against Will’s back, shirt rough on his exposed and eager skin. “Pound me. I want it. I want you.”
Patrick wraps his hands loosely around Will’s exposed throat and goes to town, driving into him hard and fast. The sound of flesh slapping together and the scent of their fucking rises around them. Patrick grunts and whispers filthy things in Will’s ear, and Will moans and writhes, trying to reach orgasm, hungry for it.
Patrick reaches around and takes hold of him. “Are you gonna come for me?” he growls, low and hot in Will’s ear.
“Yes!”
“Do it then.”
“I’m close. Harder,” Will demands, pushing back into each thrust, his body jolting with pleasure. “Now, please, hard. Harder.” Patrick’s hand tightens infinitesimally around his throat, claiming and possessive, commanding. “Yes! Oh, please!”
Will bites his lip, his body spasming and come shooting in bursts from his aching cock. He convulses hard beneath Patrick’s still-thrusting body before he collapses, trembling, to the floor.
As Will heaves in breaths and shudders through aftershocks, Patrick grips Will’s hips and slams into him, finally shoving in as far as he can, jerking as he comes too. His groan, broken and ragged, barely penetrates the sound of Will’s thrumming pulse.
“And that’s how Dr. Villain fucks Super Do-Gooder,” Patrick mumbles in his ear after his own twitching has stopped.
Will laughs softly, his limbs already protesting the rough floor sex. A niggle of reality forms in the back of his mind about the mess they’ll have to clean up.
Patrick pulls out slowly, pushing whatever small amount of come slips out back in. He collapses on the floor beside Will and draws him close.
“That was great,” Will murmurs, dreamy and tired now. The things he’s been trying to avoid thinking about have drifted away in the bliss of post-sex recovery in Patrick’s arms.
“By the way,” Patrick says, his voice gravelly from all the groaning. “Your uncle’s going to be fine.”
“Hmm?”
“Your mom didn’t text you?”
“Text me about what?” He’s had his phone off ever since he went into the meeting with Owen, mainly so he wouldn’t have to listen to his mother’s hysterics over his sister leaving. He just didn’t have the energy for her after hearing about Ryan.
Crap. Ryan.
“Your uncle’s in the hospital with a concussion. Overnight for observation. He’s fine.”
Will sits up, knocking Patrick’s arm off. “I had no idea. I should…we should…”
Patrick slides a reassuring hand up Will’s arm and shakes his head. “Nope. We should clean up, read in bed, and get some sleep. Like I said, he’s fine.”
Will sighs and rubs his face. Patrick frowns, considering him carefully for a moment. “Hook yourself back up. Test. I’ll be back with some fruit juice.”
Will replaces the tubing for his monitor and pump, puts his underwear back on so he clip the pump to it, and waits. Patrick returns with fruit juice. Will sips it while Patrick pricks his finger for the test.
“A little low, but you’ll be fine.”
Will nods and rubs at his face. “I feel a little woozy. Is the sensor in all right?”
Patrick un-tapes the sensor on Will’s abdomen carefully and withdraws it. “I don’t know. Let’s put in a new one to be sure.”
Sipping his juice, Will lets Patrick handle the trade for him. He’s tired after the sex and drained now that he’s remembered about Ryan, and his low BG isn’t helping his mood any. Once Patrick finishes double-taping everything back and Will’s juice box is drained, they clear up the mess they made before going upstairs to shower.
“Do you not want to go on the trip?” Will asks, washing his hair and watching Patrick soap up under the second showerhead across from him.
