Free Will & Patrick Wake Up Married by Leta Blake Page B

he had a hickey? He remembers it’d only happened once. There are a lot of things—sexually and otherwise—that Ryan only gave him once.
    Ryan .
    A stab of fear in his gut makes his knees go weak. How can Ryan turn his back on their relationship? After six years? And for what? Hartley’s calm, black eyes?
    Will soaps his hair and forces himself back to the present. First things first! Get out of this marriage mess and then get your boyfriend back .
    There’s a knock on the door followed by the click of it opening. Will covers his crotch with his hands even though he’s blocked by the shower curtain.
    “Gotta use the facilities,” Patrick says, pushing the door open a little further.
    “Uh, sure. Go ahead.” Will can feel Patrick on the other side of the curtain. Hear him lifting the toilet lid and see Patrick’s hand with its long, neat fingers press against the wall. Patrick’s sigh of release is followed by the splashing rush of piss.
    Will’s been in locker rooms, shared showers with other guys, and he’s used urinals his whole life. Yet standing on the other side of the shower curtain while Patrick obeys nature’s call feels different. Those fingers pressed against the wall were on him and in him. Patrick was on him and in him. Growing half hard from the memories, Will’s heart pounds. What if he’s ruined now? Sex with Patrick so surpassed his prior experience that…that…
    That what? You’ll never want Ryan to touch you again?
    He shakes the thought away. Because of course he’ll let Ryan touch him. If he’s ever lucky enough to get Ryan back. He loves Ryan, and it’s like Ryan always says: sex isn’t about pleasure. Sex isn’t even necessary. Not when you really love someone; not if the other person doesn’t like it.
    The toilet flushes. “Nothing like a good piss in the morning.”
    Will grunts in agreement and listens to Patrick wash his hands.
    “Hurry up, Starshine. Room service should be here any second.” He throws back the curtain, and Will jolts away, hands going back to cover his half-hard dick. Patrick tosses a towel and Will reaches to catch it.
    “Out.” Patrick shucks his underwear.
    Will’s towel is more than half wet, but he wraps it around his waist and leaves the shower running as Patrick brushes by him. The places where their bodies touch tingle even after Patrick jerks the shower curtain closed again. Will rushes through his morning testing ritual.
    There’s a knock on the hotel suite door, and Will holds the wet towel around his waist as he rushes to answer it. “Coming!”
    Of course it’s Perry, an acquaintance from Will’s high school days, standing outside with a laden room service cart. Will’s smile aches as he greets him. Perry’s aged nicely enough over the years, filling out admirably, but he’s always had a ratty look to his face, and that hasn’t changed at all.
    Perry gives Will a cool once over but then silently and professionally delivers the honeymoon breakfast, along with Will’s order, and about four other items that Patrick has apparently requested.
    “Thanks, Perry. Everything looks great.”
    Perry takes the five Will presses into his hand. “Heard the news this morning. Married in Vegas. Can’t say I’m entirely surprised. You always did have a wild hair in you.” He winks.
    Oh God.
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    “You and Jack Linton. Always sneaking flasks into class, going out into the woods behind the gym to get drunk. Remember that?”
    Will does remember it, but they weren’t drinking in the woods. Will was sucking Jack off. Hungrily, eagerly, hoping he could get himself off too before Jack blew his load and shoved Will away again. As far as Will knows, Jack never came out. Less than a week after graduation and a final blow job in the back of Will’s car, Jack’d left to go play ball for Indiana State and never came back.
    Will also remembers how Jack and Perry used to taunt him, calling him Willy the Whale and slipping Jenny Craig