Will & Patrick Fight Their Feelings (#4) (8 page)

“
The Hurting Times
gossip addict cites stress relief.”

Patrick lets innuendo soak his voice. “You know what else is great for stress relief…”

“I thought you wanted to watch TV?”

“Forget TV. Come on. Let’s try something new tonight.” He licks his lips, heart kicking up a notch as Will’s mouth parts and a lusty warmth burns in his eyes. “Tell me what you like—what you fantasize about but you’ve been too afraid to ask for.”

Will’s cheeks go red. He looks away, blows a raspberry, and takes another bite of chicken. “What makes you think I’m afraid to ask for anything?”

Patrick smirks. “That blush for one.”

Will shrugs off the comment but Patrick can see the red creeping up his chest and the way his breath comes quick and shallow.

“Want me to start?” Patrick asks.

“I already know what you like,” Will murmurs, lowering his lashes as his neck flushes like his chest and cheeks. “You told me once.”

“That’s right. I remember.”

Believe what you want about me, but I don’t get off on that. Breath play, spanking, sure, but not humiliation.

After being followed by the Molinaro family’s goon, he’d explained to Will that his clumsy attempts at feigned affection weren’t actually intended to mortify. But Patrick hasn’t forgotten the way Will’s pupils had dilated at his little list of potential kinks.

“So what is it? Breath play? Spanking? What’s got your cheeks turning redder than roses?”

Will squirms and takes a few more bites of his food before putting it aside. Patrick holds back the impulse to confirm Will has eaten enough to cover his insulin injection. He looks okay and none of his tells are manifesting to indicate he’s going low.

“C’mon,” Patrick murmurs. “Which one?”

“Both?” Will scrubs his hands in his hair and then wrinkles his nose, embarrassment warring with hope in his eyes. “Is that greedy?”

“Nope, that’s hot. Tell me more. What do you like about them?”

“I’ve never done them before.”

Duh
.

Will’s lower lip goes into his mouth and he chews it for a long second that Patrick’s on the verge of interrupting when he finally says, “I’ve always had some dirty fantasies, but I’ve never told anyone about them.”

“Oh, goodie. Tell me, tell me, tell me.”

“They’re embarrassing.”

“C’mon, I’ve licked your asshole.” He lifts a brow. “Tell me.”

“Fine.” Will stalls for a second longer. “So, I’ve had a version of this one fantasy since I was really young, like five or six.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Um, whenever I was at the farm, I’d find a way to go out to the barn alone. I’d pretend that I’d been kidnapped by a bad man.” He clears his throat. “I didn’t know anything more than that. Just that he was ‘bad,’ which was a really abstract idea to me, and that he was really handsome. He looked a lot like Magnum P.I., but he always wore a suit.”

“You and that face fur.”

“He didn’t have a mustache either. Anyway, in my fantasy, first he’d stroke my hair for a long time and stare into my eyes.” Will’s Adam’s apple bobs as he looks away from Patrick, cheeks flaming. “After a while, he’d confess that he loved me.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then he’d bend me over Uncle Kevin’s workbench and spank me.”

Patrick hoots and grins. “Wow. Kinky. I love it.”

Will’s face is red but he goes on with his story. “Yeah. I’d writhe around on the bench pretending to get spanked, getting really excited, and what I know now was aroused. But I was just a kid then and I didn’t understand what I wanted.” Will’s shy, determined eyes flick back to Patrick. “When I was older, and my plumbing was working, I started jerking off to that fantasy. It’s still a favorite.”

“Dirty.” Patrick’s gaze lingers on Will’s wet lips. “Tell me more.”

“Breath play excites me too.” Will’s voice hitches like he’s choked on air. “I don’t know where I got the idea from—”

“Porn.”

“But I first jerked off thinking about it in college.”

“Details.” Patrick’s dick is hard as hell and he wants Will’s mouth on it, but he wants to know about Will’s dirty fantasies more.

“S—similar set up. Bad man again. Kidnaps me. But he makes me hold my breath until I come.” He ducks his head.

Patrick takes Will’s scabbed-up chin between his fingers and lifts his head.

“Tell me more.”

“Sometimes I pretend it’s done by magic, like a fantasy world where the bad man takes my breath with the power of his mind.” Will squirms. “That’s my favorite.”

“Sounds hot.”

“Other times, I keep it more mundane. He just uses his hands to cut off my breath and I let him.” Will chews on his bottom lip and smiles gently. “I like letting him.”

“Does this fantasy man still look like Magnum P.I.?”

Will shrugs. “Over the years he’s looked like a lot of different men. A professor of mine. Various people on television. Lately, he looks like you.” His lashes rise and fall over feverish eyes.

Patrick’s cock throbs, pressing hard against his boxer briefs. “Puddin’-pop, that is the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Will’s smile is so sweetly embarrassed Patrick wants to kiss him until his mouth is sloppy-red and Will’s left limp and blissed out. He clears his throat, getting back to business before they can play. “So you don’t fantasize about bags over your head or—”

Will’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head hard.

Patrick slides his fingers into Will’s hair, petting him into calmness again. “Just checking. That’s good. I prefer hands either over the mouth and nose or around the neck. I’m willing to choke you to an extent—” Will’s nostrils flare. “But I won’t use apparatuses to do it. No belts or bags or any contraptions that can fail or I’d need scissors to cut through.”

Will’s eyes burn. Patrick continues petting him, trailing his fingers through Will’s chest hair to press his palm flat, feeling his heartbeat. “Heads up, and I’m serious now: breath play is
dangerous
. Especially with someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing. Cerebral hypoxia can lead to intense orgasms, yes, but it can also lead to death, brain damage—”

“It’s okay. If you don’t want—”

“Shush, I’m giving you the standard disclaimer. Luckily for you, I know a helluva lot about the brain, the structures of the neck, and how long is too long. And just as importantly: I want to do it.”

Will whimpers softly. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Have you…have you done it to a lot of people?”

Patrick frowns, his mind casting back to medical school when a nurse he’d had a short sexual fling with begged to be choked. He’d declined at the time, but, intrigued by the request, he’d studied up on erotic asphyxiation, combining his learning with what he understood as a physician. He’s happily fulfilled requests for breath play and choking with at least a half dozen men since then.

But Patrick’s never had any kind of steady relationship before; never slept with the same guy over and over. He’s not like Will. He’s never required any emotional investment to unzip his pants and let his dick flop out into a hot guy’s mouth. He’s never needed much more than that to fulfill requests for kinky play either.

“I can’t give you an exact count, but I’ve done it enough times to feel comfortable doing it for you. If you want me to.”

“I trust you.”

Patrick touches Will’s cheek gently, brushing against afternoon stubble. “I trust you too.”

“Besides if something happens to me, you’ll have the Molinaro family to answer to.”

“Wouldn’t want that.”

They stare at each other, encompassed in a warm cocoon of mutuality. Patrick touches Will’s dimpled, scabbed chin tenderly, soothingly, and aches with awe.

Will shivers. “Are we going to do this?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes?”

“Is that a question?”

“No. It’s not. Do this with me? Please?” His voice is higher-pitched than usual, breathy, and his mouth is restless, lower lip tucking and then pushing out again.

Patrick gently tweaks Will’s nipple. “Calm down. I’ve got you.”

“I know. You always do.”

Patrick closes his eyes, breaking the hypnotic spell of Will’s sincere, naked gaze. His nipples tingle and his cock aches. Precome leaves a wet circle on his underwear.

“First things first.” Patrick meets Will’s gaze again. “Safe words: red means stop, green means go, yellow means slow it down.”

“Got it.”

“That’s all good for a spanking—”

“Are you going to spank me?” Will’s voice quivers and he weaves forward.

“Yes.”

“Oh God.” He starts to tremble. “Really?”

“Yes, but with breath play, you won’t be talking.”

Will grabs his cock through his underwear and moans softly.

“If you can’t talk, that puts a lot more responsibility in my hands. I’ll monitor you closely, but you still need a safe way out. Anytime you can’t talk, you can make this noise: uh-uh-uh. Are you comfortable with that?”

“Yes.” Will runs his hands over Patrick’s legs, brushing the hair the wrong way. “Please.” Reaching Patrick’s boxer briefs, he skims his hand up to the bulge and grips Patrick’s dick. “You want this too?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t think it’s degrading?”

Patrick goes still. “Do you feel degraded?”

“No.”

But there’s something still worrying Will. He can sense it. “Did you ask Ryan for these things?”

Will shakes his head. Then he shrugs. “He thought everything was degrading. It’s why he didn’t want to—” He shakes his head again. “I don’t want to talk about him.”

Neither does Patrick. Still, it needs to be said. “There’s nothing degrading about
anything
you want us to do sexually.” He thumbs Will’s chin again. “Because we’re two consenting adults who know what we want.”

Will moves closer and nuzzles Patrick’s neck. Stroking Will’s back, Patrick tries to breathe. His blood sings and his cock leaks. He wants to slide his hand into his pants and jerk off on Will’s sweet, shy face, but no. He’s going to do exactly what Will wants and give him what he’s secretly craved.

Will sits up and takes a deep breath, letting it out shakily. “I’m ready. How do we…?”

“Let’s just practice. See what you think.”

Will swallows, eyes widening. “Yes. All right. Yeah.”

“Okay. Remember: uh-uh-uh.” Patrick puts one hand on the back of Will’s neck and covers his mouth with the other. “Say it.”

“Uh-uh-uh.”

Patrick slides his hand away. “Perfect. Now like this.” He covers Will’s mouth again, but this time pinches off his nose too. “Say it.”

“Uh-uh-uh.”

“That’s good. Perfect.” He releases Will immediately.

Will’s pupils are blown wide. “Do it again. Please.”

“Puddin’-pop, you’re so pretty when you beg.” He kisses Will’s soft lips hard and fast. “Ready?” At Will’s nod, he covers his wet mouth and pinches off his nose. In his head, he starts a slow count: one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi…

Will’s pulse pounds visibly in this throat and his irises are nearly swallowed by the black wells of his pupils. Patrick leans forward and kisses his neck, his jaw, and breathes in his ear. “Good job. You’re amazing.”

Will moans gently.

“A little longer.” Patrick holds on a bit more before letting go. “Good job.”

Will sucks in a breath, his lashes falling over his eyes. “Oh my God,” he whispers, his body going limp, all tension drained out of him. He leans forward and lets Patrick hold him.

Patrick relaxes too. He strokes a hand over Will’s shoulders and through his hair. “Good. You did great.”

Will whimpers softly.

“Again?”

Will nods.

“Longer this time?”

“Uh-huh. Lot longer.”

Patrick slides his hands into place and Will’s lashes lower and then rise again. Counting, he gazes into the vulnerable depths of Will’s eyes. He kisses them closed, and then buries his nose in the hair at Will’s temples, breathing him in. Will’s big enough and strong enough he could break free easily, but he doesn’t fight or move. It twists Patrick’s heart how Will trusts him, how he lets him have this without even a hint of a fight. Patrick feels the moment Will’s body tenses, instinctively seeking breath, and still Will doesn’t pull away.

“So good, puddin’-pop. You are so good.” Patrick wants to tell him the truth. He wants to whisper in his ear, confess the words he’s terrified to even think. If Will can give him this, maybe he can trust Will with his—

No.

“That’s good.” Patrick releases Will to breathe again, rubbing his hands over Will’s shoulders and arms. “Good boy.”

Will shudders. “Say that again?”

“Good boy.”

Will slumps forward. Patrick catches and kisses him, delving into his mouth, touching the tender places that make Will whimper and drag Patrick closer. “What do you want now?” Patrick asks.