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the Tallgrass gym and a decent meal, Will showers, shaves, and falls into bed naked with a bottle of lube and condoms on the pillow. It’s been a long day and he’s more than ready for Patrick to come home and make him forget all about it.
    Running his fingers up and down his cock, he teases himself until precome wells at the head of his dick. He tastes it. A little bitter, but not bad. He jerks himself slowly, eyes on the door. Cupping his balls, he bites his lip. How much longer?
    A click and a scrape and the door opens. Will’s heart thumps. Patrick stands in the doorway with a takeout bag from Jimmy’s and a hard-on already tenting his pants.
    “This is quite the hello.” Patrick’s voice is rough as he shuts the door and turns the lock.

Chapter Twenty-Six
 
    Will quivers all over and slips his hand up and down his shaft twice, then releases his throbbing dick. “Do you like it?”
    “Like it?” Patrick murmurs, putting the bag of food on the table, his eyes devouring Will’s body. “Try fantasy come true, puddin’-pop.”
    “I’m so horny,” Will grits out. His nipples tingle and his balls ache. “Been thinking about this all day.”
    Patrick adjusts his cock. “Me too.”
    Will slides his hands up and down his chest through his chest hair and gently rubs his nipples. The sensation echoes in his dick and he pumps his hips in slow circles, stabbing his cock into the air. Patrick growls and shucks his coat, but not the rest of the clothes. “Have you eaten?”
    “Earlier.”
    Patrick unbuttons his shirt halfway down, sniffs his pits, and stalks over to the bed.
    Will’s heart rate skyrockets as Patrick spreads Will’s legs with his knees as he moves between them. He grips Will’s rock-hard cock, thumbs the sticky head, then bends low to taste it.
    “Better than mac ‘n’ joe,” he mutters. “Let’s see if it’s as filling.”
    Will’s cock flexes, lifting off his stomach like it’s got a mind of its own and it’s trying to reach Patrick’s tempting mouth. “Please?” he whispers.
    “I think I’ll eat something else first.” Patrick slips his hands behind Will’s knees and pushes his legs up.
    “Oh my God.” Will presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, his heart pounding so hard he might levitate off the bed.
    “You love this.”
    Will whimpers and nods, keeping his eyes squeezed shut. He grips his knees and pulls his legs up higher and wider.
    “My favorite meal,” Patrick says, palming Will’s ass cheeks apart and slipping the pad of his thumb across Will’s tender sphincter. “Mmm, you’ve shaved.”
    “Just there,” Will gasps.
    “I like it hairy, but this is hot too.” He slides his thumb across it again and Will’s shaking now. “It’ll feel better for you. Don’t hold back. I like the sounds you make.”
    Will gasps as Patrick crouches down, shoving his face into Will’s crack. His gasp turns into soft cries as the sweet, almost unbearably good sensation of Patrick’s tongue and lips on his asshole drive him toward ecstasy. His body twists, his nipples tingle and ache, and he feels like he’s hot, on fire everywhere. Patrick murmurs against his ass cheek, nonsense words and praise, and Will’s already delirious from waiting for so long. He’s going to come just from this if Patrick doesn’t hold off.
    Will grips his own legs hard enough to dig his nails in and squirms on Patrick’s tongue and mouth. His toes curl and flex, and Patrick lifts his hips up into a better position, drilling his tongue inside until Will has to fight the urge to scramble away. He grabs Patrick’s head and holds him fast, grunting and growling and crying out.
    “Don’t stop!” he pleads when Patrick pulls back to suck and bite at Will’s inner thighs.
    Will’s breath comes in jagged sobs, and Patrick smooths his hands up the backs of Will’s raised, spread thighs. “You gonna come for me, puddin’-pop?”
    “Please. Please .”
    Then Patrick’s back at his