Page 45 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
Patrick barks. “What don’t you get about this? It’s our honeymoon. We’ll do what we want.”
“Ours too,” Angelica says, smiling again like an oblivious but very pretty sheep.
“Right.” Patrick nods at her sharply. “Let’s each keep our honeymoons to ourselves. No sharing. Got it? Good.”
Tony’s eyes take on a strange gleam as Patrick turns away from him. He doesn’t have time to figure out why, though, since he has to jog to keep up with Will.
“Gotta pee,” Will says when he reaches him on the walkway. His expression is disoriented as he looks around desperately for a bathroom.
“I bet.”
Patrick steers him to the closest one, follows him in, lingers by the urinal and compliments him on his dick size just to be annoying. Will snarls, but as they exit and start toward their rooms again, he says fairly coherently, “I think my infusion site got yanked.” His CGM shrieks again and he looks down. “Yeah. No doubt about that.”
Patrick puts a hand on his lower back and guides him toward the closest boat dock. “Let’s ride back. It’ll be a little faster.”
“You think?” Will barks.
Patrick swallows back his instinctive response and says, “You’re cute when you’re going into ketoacidosis.”
“I am not.”
Patrick laughs under his breath and helps Will onto the boat. “You’re right, puddin’-pop. You’re not. You’re an absolute jerk.”
“Now you know what it’s like living with you.”
“Good burn,” Patrick says, calmly. “I’ve taught you well.”
Will glares at him but Patrick just smiles. All they need to do is get to their room and fix Will up, then Patrick will have his sweet do-gooder back and he can return to being the King Jackass in their relationship.
Forty-five minutes later, propped on their suite’s sofa with a fresh infusion site supplying Will with insulin and a glass of water in his hands to help flush out the ketones, Will murmurs sheepishly, “I’m sorry I was a jerk.”
Patrick shrugs and rubs his feet where they’re propped in his lap. “Yeah, well, if you suck my dick, it’ll be worth it.”
Will laughs, his eyes twinkling. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Will drains his glass. “C’mere. Let me suck your dick before I have to take a leak again.”
Chuckling, Patrick unzips, scoots across the sofa, and kneels up to straddle Will’s chest and fuck into Will’s mouth. It doesn’t take long because the sight of a flushed Will with his red mouth wrapped around Patrick’s dick just never gets old.
He threads his fingers through Will’s hair and thrusts deep into his throat, soothing him when he gags. The scratch of Will’s stubble on his balls is delicious, and Patrick remembers that he wants to make Will rub his chin against other sensitive places before he shaves it off.
When Will closes his eyes and relaxes his throat, proving himself to be the cock-sucking champion Patrick’s long known him to be, it quickly gets to be too much. Patrick backs away slightly as he comes hard, emptying his balls down Will’s throat and milking the last drops of spunk from his dick to smear on Will’s lips.
“Yep, worth it,” he sighs, zipping up as Will licks the excess come from his lips. “Now let’s see about you, shall we? I want to get my fingers in that hole of yours. What do you think?”
Will shifts down and unbuttons his shorts. “I think you’re the doctor and that you know what’s best for me.”
Patrick’s spent dick twitches. “Oh, yeah? Are you my patient?”
Will nods. “Yes, Dr. McCloud. I’m very sick and need your medical opinion.”
Patrick stifles his grin and puts on a serious expression. “Mr. Patterson, your blood glucose is stabilized, but as your doctor I’d be negligent if I didn’t ask when you last had your prostate checked.”
“It’s been hours.” Will’s brown eyes are wide and innocent.
Patrick tsks. “That’ll never do. It’s important for good prostate health to have the gland examined regularly. Let me check it now before you leave my office.”
Will’s cheeks glow and he shoves his shorts down. “Thank you, Dr. McCloud. I do need to have it checked. You’re right.”
“Oh, I’m always right,” Patrick purrs, already planning a very long and involved check-up for his patient. “Now turn over on your stomach and spread your legs for me.”
