Will & Patrick Fight Their Feelings (#4)
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Authors: Leta Blake,Alice Griffiths
Tags: #Gay & Lesbian, #Literature & Fiction, #Fiction, #Gay, #Romance, #Gay Romance, #Romantic Comedy, #Genre Fiction, #Lgbt, #Gay Fiction
An Original Publication From Leta Blake
Will & Patrick Fight Their Feelings
Written and published by Leta Blake
Cover by
Dar Albert
Formatted by
Frostbite Publishing
Copyright © 2016 by Leta Blake
All rights reserved.
This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and locations are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious setting. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or people, living or dead, is strictly coincidental. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written consent from the author. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
First Digital Edition, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-6262275-0-7
Other Books by Leta Blake
The Training Season Series
Co-Authored with Indra Vaughn
Gay Fairy Tales
Co-Authored with Keira Andrews
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Acknowledgements
The authors would like to express their gratitude and appreciation for Vanessa North for her input and advice, and Keira Andrews for speedy-yet-thorough editing. Leta would like to thank her friends and family for their endless support. Alice would like to thank Leta for being a wonderful and giving writing partner and for all the laughs. Leta would like to thank Alice for the same. It’s been a blast!
Dedications
This trope-based serial goes out to the Girls Who Cried Havoc and their beautiful ilk in celebration of the community playpen in which we joyfully cut our teeth and exercised our creativity.
Follow Will & Patrick in this fourth installment of the romantic-comedy serial, Wake Up Married, by best-selling author Leta Blake and newcomer Alice Griffiths!
Will and Patrick have embraced adding hot sexy-times to their fake marriage, but as their emotions deepen, they confront whether or not they want to be more than friends-with-benefits. Freshly free of a restrictive relationship, Will’s not ready for more than exploratory fun. And no matter how Patrick feels about Will, his own difficult past has left him wary of love.
The heat is high (and occasionally kinky) in this episode of the Wake Up Married serial, but Will and Patrick struggle to accept their mutual affection, much less confess it. How long will they fight their feelings?
Episode 4 of 6 in the
Wake Up Married
serial.
Disclaimer
“Depiction does not mean endorsement.” ~ Kathryn Bigelow
Sometimes what’s sexy in fiction can be—and sometimes is—injurious or even deadly in real life. This episode of the Wake Up Married serial depicts a few kinky sexual acts. When it comes to breath play, we cannot stress it strongly enough: please don’t try this at home!
Wrung out after the long night, Patrick shovels in the eggs and toast he ordered from room service. His mind drifts lazily as he eats, but when he hears the shower turn off, his stomach churns. He hates that his brain can ruin a perfectly good moment with memories that make him twitchy.
“About last night…” Will’s voice cracks slightly.
Patrick’s heart stops.
“Maybe it shouldn’t happen again?”
A sharp, deep pain lances into Patrick and he can’t breathe. It’s so unexpected, this horrible feeling, and he can’t think of anything to say. But hope and lust surge together as Will shoves away from the door. He grabs Patrick so hard it hurts and kisses him until the world shifts under their feet.
Yep,
it
had happened again. Had it
ever
. God, their second night in a row of sex had been—
Patrick jerks back to the present as the bathroom door swings open and Will strides out fully dressed in a pair of trousers and a button-up shirt. The eggs churn faster in Patrick’s stomach.
Will sits at the breakfast table. He tests, calculates, and injects his insulin before starting on his cottage cheese on toast. He looks up, fixing Patrick with a resolute gaze.
Patrick dodges the look and pokes his eggs with his fork. “Do we have to talk about it?”
Will takes another bite and chews deliberately.
“Because I don’t want to talk about it.” Patrick’s much more interested in a “don’t think, just do” policy when it comes to sex with Will. He’ll take that over revisiting the surprising pain of Will’s near-rejection the night before.
Will’s brows draw low and he chews for a long, tense moment. Patrick’s heart lurches like a skipping record until Will speaks. “Really? So you think there’s nothing to talk about?”
“Nope.” Patrick’s fork scrapes against his plate. “I don’t see why there would be.”
Will, of course, has other ideas. Like that’s anything new. “Patrick, we had sex again last night. Three times.”
“I know what we did, Will.”
“And?”
“And I liked it. And I don’t regret it.”
Will pulls his lower lip between his teeth. “You really liked it?”
“Puddin’-pop, you were there. Do you doubt you’re the best lay I’ve ever had?”
“The best?”
“Unequivocally.”
Will grins and eats some more of his cottage cheese on toast, joy rising up like the sun on his face. “You too. I mean, you’re the best I’ve had.”
Shocking.
Patrick wants an award for not saying that out loud. He reaches out and takes hold of Will’s fingers. “I like being with you. I like what we’re doing and I don’t want to talk about it.”
Will pulls his hand away and scratches his ear uncertainly. “Why?”
“Because I don’t want us to stop.” He clenches his fist on the table and summons the strength to say, “Unless you want to stop?”
Will shakes his head and studies the food. After putting some eggs on his plate and compiling another cottage cheese and whole-wheat toast sandwich, he clears his throat and tentatively meets Patrick’s eye again. “So you think it’s okay if we—”
“Screw without professing our undying love first?”
Will flushes but nods.
“We’re having sex, not committing a crime. Of course it’s okay. Why make it into something it’s not?”
Will butters his toast and carefully doesn’t meet Patrick’s gaze again.
This
. This is why Patrick doesn’t want to talk about things. “What did I say wrong now?”
Will shrugs and takes a bite of toast. He finishes chewing and swallows. “What would we make it into that it’s not?”
“
That’s
what I don’t want to talk about.”
“Because you think I’ll say we can’t have sex anymore if there’s no hope of us really falling in love and making a little family together?”
Patrick breaks into a fine sweat. “Won’t you?”
He has no idea what thoughts the tiny hamsters on the wheels in Will’s mind are cranking out, but he can imagine they’re racing overtime as Will gazes at him silently. He feels like he might puke.
Will’s mouth tilts up at the corner. “No.”
“What?” Patrick chokes on his toast and has to grab a swallow of water.
“No, I won’t say we have to stop. We’ll keep on…you know.”
“Having sex.”
Will’s eyes go hot with lust. “Yeah. We’ll keep having sex.”
“I knew you liked it.” He leans forward, smirking. “Now, tell me what you liked best. In detail.”
Will adjusts his napkin in his lap. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”
“I didn’t want to talk about ‘Oh, woe, it was wrong, and I’m still hurting over Ryan, and we’re getting divorced as soon as possible,’ because I know all that.”
Will finishes off his cottage cheese sandwich. “I get it.”
“Tell me all the dirty stuff. I want to hear how much you loved it.”
Will’s smile is soft. “Oh, I loved it.”
“And?”
Redness creeps up Will’s throat and his cheeks go even brighter. “Why don’t you start?”
“I love the noise you make when I first push into you.” Patrick tries to imitate it.
Will’s smile is all hot and helpless now. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Well, I like the sound
you
make when you first slide in.” He releases a strangled, breathy noise that has Patrick’s head spinning.
“What else?”
Will somehow manages to blush even harder while looking defiant. “Maybe you’re not ‘long as a snake,’ but you’re thick as heck.” His voice is high and tight. “Hits the right spot. You make me come so hard.”
Patrick’s heart thuds against his breastbone and beats in his hard cock. “No kidding. I’ve never seen someone who comes like you. Full body. All over. I gotta hold on just to keep from getting bucked off.”
“It takes over. I can’t help it.”
“The way you can’t stop twitching after…stupendously hot.”
Will’s breath is shallow. “You really like doing that to me? Making me come like that?”
“Are you kidding? Let me guess.
He
didn’t like it?”
Will nods. “Said it was slutty.”
Damn Ryan to hell.
“Will, you are the last person in the world I’d call slutty. I
like
sucking you, eating you, fucking you, and being fucked by you. I’d probably like any other thing you wanted to try too.”
Will laughs. “Do you like it when I suck your dick?”
“Your mouth is where my dick wants to go to die.”
“Romantic.”
“I don’t do romantic. Get that straight now.”
Will’s smile is a little smug. “It’s the one thing I know I’m good at. Between Jack Linton and— Well, let’s just say, I’ve had a lot of practice at sucking dick.”
“It shows.”
Will eyes glow with shy excitement. “You know what else I love?”
“Tell me.”
“Holding your cock in my hand, feeling the blood rush beneath the skin.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Will’s voice is shaky.
“I liked when you ate my ass. I should open a temple so you can spend your days worshipping my ass with your tongue.”
Will laughs, then steals and eats another slice of Patrick’s bacon. “I’d never done that before.”
“Then you’re a rimming prodigy, puddin’-pop.”
Will’s breath is shallow as he whispers, “After we both come? And you grab hold of me and don’t let go? I like that.”
Patrick shoves back from the table. “You have time for something fast before work?”
Will licks cottage cheese from his thumb, nodding vigorously. “Yeah, I do.”
Work can wait.
Will hums “Baby, it’s Cold Outside” as he leaves Brown Gargle. The Christmas tree is coming down in Old Healing. Boxes sit around the base of it to pack up the big round ball ornaments. The twinkling holiday lights are gone from the Tate’s shop windows, and town employees use long hooks to bring the wreaths down from the street lamps.
Usually the dismantling of the holiday season depresses him. It’s like the best part of winter has passed by and all that’s left is months of brutal cold. But today he takes a deep swallow of coffee and waltzes a few steps down the sidewalk. He’s got beard burn on his chin from Patrick’s morning whiskers and his hamstrings ache pleasantly from being stretched as Patrick plowed into him. He grins and waltzes again.
As he approaches Ryan’s apartment building, he waits for the usual sinking sensation in his gut, but instead he remembers Patrick crumpled to the floor, hand to his temple, after Ryan punched him at the New Year’s Eve party. Hartley’s truck is parked beside the propped-open fire exit and it’s loaded with Ryan’s sofa and mattress, boxes, and other belongings. Will’s footsteps slow. An irrational urge comes over him to linger and see if it hurts to see them together, but he shakes it off.
This isn’t his life anymore. He’s choosing something different.
Good Works is unlocked, and Starla sits at the front desk clicking through emails. “Hey, boss,” she says teasingly, pushing her dark bangs out of her eyes. “Happy new year.”
“Morning.” Will smiles down at her. They exchange pleasantries about their holiday, and Will can tell she’s dying to ask about the punch Ryan laid on Patrick at the Tallgrass. But she doesn’t, cementing his certainty he’s made a good choice in hiring her.
As he glides cheerfully down the hall toward his office, Starla calls out, “Oh, check your inbox! There’s something in there you’ll want to see!”
Curiosity piqued, he removes his layers of scarf and coat and fires up his laptop.
“I’m glad to see you smiling,” Owen says, shutting the door behind him. “I wasn’t sure what mood you’d be in today after all the hoopla the other night, and with Ryan leaving town.”
Will takes a moment to respond. Two days ago, things seemed so different than they are now. “It’s more clear than it’s ever been that I can’t control how Ryan feels or what Ryan does.”
“Right. You can only control yourself.”
“Have a seat, Owen.” Will leans back in his chair, picking his words carefully. “When I met Ryan, I was really young. I’d spent my high school years embarrassed by my weight, hiding who I was, trying to cover up my pain with drinking and sucking off a closet case.”
“Hiding your true self can hold anyone back.” Owen reclines comfortably in the chair, takes off his glasses, and cleans them.
“So can being told from the time you’re a little kid that the only way it’s okay to be gay is if you’re loyal to just one man your whole life. If you aren’t, then you’ll get sick and die in agony.” Will slides a hand through his hair.
Owen frowns. “I still can’t believe your mother and uncle thought that was the right message to give a sensitive kid like you.”
“Yeah. Well, they did.” Will blows out a long breath. “Other people got to date around and experiment. But not me. I only got one chance. And if I screwed it up, I’d be alone the rest of my life.”
“Will, we’ve talked about all this before.”
“I know, but I’m just seeing it clearly now.”
“Because of what happened on New Year’s Eve?”
Will waves off the question. “Do you know how much it sucked when the guy I fell for, the one I knew I had to be with forever, turned out to despise sex? I mean really, truly hate it.” Owen starts to reply but Will cuts him off. “No, it was even worse than that. He didn’t hate
sex
. He hated
me
for liking it.”
“For what it’s worth, I’m not sure he hates sex so much as he loves making you feel bad. I’m glad you’re finally seeing his abuse for what it is.”
“I thought I could change. That if I just stopped being me then he’d love me. I lost sight of the fact that I get to choose too. I guess because no one ever told me I could. Patrick’s the first person to tell me that.”