Free Will & Patrick Fight Their Feelings (#4) by Leta Blake, Alice Griffiths

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