Page 40 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
Will swallows hard next to him, and Patrick reaches out to put a hand on his lower back. “Oh, um…I…” Will blinks rapidly. “Wow.”
“The operative word yet again,” Patrick mutters. He puts out his hand to take Angelica’s. “Nice rock. Good luck on the rest of it.”
Tony leans over and whispers, “Now that divorce is a Molinaro birth right once more, I can have a little more fun with my romances. You know what I’m saying?” He nudges Patrick suggestively. “Nothing quite like a spontaneous wedding to get the heart pumping. I know you understand.”
Will lifts a hand and tries to speak, but no words come out.
“We’re big fans of impromptu weddings,” Patrick agrees. “Makes for fantastic wedding nights.”
“You’re telling me.” Tony slides his arm around the giggling Angelica’s waist. “Almost as good as some of the best nights I’ve had with Will’s mother.”
“I can’t,” Will says and turns on his heel, walking away.
Angelica laughs like her new husband isn’t standing on the sidewalk of a resort in Hawaii discussing their marriage like it’s a game.
“He’s always been uptight,” Tony says fondly as he watches Will retreat.
Patrick jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Yes, well, as Will goes, so goes my nation.” He’s proud of himself for slipping in aBuffyreference his criminally ridiculous father-in-law will never get.
“Oh!” Angelica cries, pointing at him. “That makes you Oz, right?”
Patrick narrows his eyes at her, says nothing, and turns away, following Will toward the path back to their suite.
“Oh, and don’t tell your mother about this!” Tony calls out to their retreating backs. “She never likes it when I get married!”
Will shakes his head and speeds up so that Patrick has to jog to catch him.
“How didIcome fromthem?” Will asks the sweet night air. “More importantly,why?”
Patrick slings his arm around Will’s shoulder. “I guess sex is off the table now.”
Will closes his eyes and lets Patrick guide him a few steps before sighing and putting his arm around Patrick’s lower back. “I don’t know. We’ll see how I feel.”
Will pants inthe afterglow. His asshole is loose and still open with the new toy Patrick had pressed in before he’d set about fucking him like the world was ending. His now-flaccid cock tingles from coming hard again, and his muscles are limp and exhausted.
The swirl of sleep offers to drag him down and out for the night, but Patrick’s sticking and testing, and Will flutters his eyes open when Patrick makes a frustrated sound at the result.
“Juice or a frosting tube?” Patrick asks.
“Juice,” he mutters and hauls himself up enough to take the cold bottle from Patrick’s hand. He sips the tangy orange juice and tries to keep his mind from thinking, tries very hard to just stay with Patrick in the quiet luxury of their hotel suite. But of course it’s no use. He groans as the memory of running into his father and his new bride worms its way through the after-bliss.
“We can leave this resort early. Head over to Kauai now,” Patrick says, reading the direction of Will’s mind. Then he nudges Will’s legs apart and eases the toy out, leaving Will’s asshole to flex on air as he tightens up again.
“No. I wanted to swim with the dolphins, and spend the day you booked in the seaside meditation bed. And you wanted to see the art.”
Patrick goes into the bathroom to wash the toy and his hands. Will continues to contemplate the offer to leave early. But he says nothing, sipping his juice quietly until Patrick returns, drying his hands on a towel. “No,” Will says again, determinedly. “We didn’t even get to explore the lagoon yet. Let’s stay.”
After Will finishes his juice, Patrick takes his hand again, sticks and tests, grunts in satisfaction, and then hooks up Will up to his BG monitor. Tossing a pair of boxers at Will, he watches as Will pulls them on, attaches the monitor, and they settle into the giant white-sheeted bed together.
“Do you think he planned this? Just to mess with me?”
“No one but Jenny and I knew we were coming here,” Patrick says.
“Jenny wouldn’t tell.”
“No.” Patrick settles down against Will, pillowed against him in his usual way. His sigh glides through Will’s chest hair, a ghost of comfort.
“So this is a horrible coincidence.”
