“Fuck that feels so good.” Spencer bit back a moan that wanted to roar out.
Patrick bobbed up and down on his cock, his tongue like some secret weapon that should be stored at the Pentagon. The mix of warm mouth and brisk air made Spencer’s crotch extra sensitive. Patrick moaned with a mouth full of his dick. Spencer threaded his fingers in Patrick’s thick blond hair and pulled him to the base of his cock, making Patrick gag for a second.
Patrick coughed.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Patrick said with a delicious smile as he caught his breath, his face flush with color. He took Spencer down to the base again, and that was more than enough to drive Spencer over the edge.
“I’m coming, baby,” he said louder than he should have. Waves of release pumped into Patrick’s mouth, who stared up at Spencer as he swallowed all of it. His sexiness knew no bounds.
Spencer took a second to catch his breath and blink the stars out of his vision. Patrick hopped to his feet.
“That was…” Spencer had trouble forming words. His brain was a scramble from Patrick’s mouth. “I fucking love fall.”
He pulled up his pants and got himself situated when he heard the sounds of a family enter their row.
“Thanks for taking me out here,” Patrick said, resting his forehead against Spencer’s. Spencer rubbed his arms. It was a quiet moment. The world blurred around them.
It wasn’t fall. It was Patrick. He was totally into this guy.
Despite being in the middle of an apple orchard, Spencer’s phone managed to get service. He would’ve hit ignore, but he recognized the number.
“It’s my doctor,” he said to Patrick before answering. “Hey, Dr. Grant.”
Spencer felt his chest lighten as Dr. Grant relayed the results from his latest X-Ray. Patrick watched him with rapt attention.
“Thank you,” he said into the phone and hung up.
“What happened?” Patrick asked.
“He said the break is healing really well.” He looked down at the phone in disbelief. “My cast can come off next week.”
6
Patrick
It was everything Patrick had been looking forward to for years. A perfect fall day. The weather, the leaves, the fall activities with a Pumpkin Spice Latte in hand. And that he got to spend today with Spencer made it all the better.
Spencer put his phone back in his pocket and gave Patrick a sweet peck on his lips. He had relief written all over his face. Patrick felt something damper the day just a touch for him. It was a small shift inside him that he couldn’t piece together just yet.
“Our bag is only half-full.” Spencer resumed walking down the row of apple trees, his cast hulking a second behind.
They filled up the rest of their apple bag with an assortment of MacIntosh, Honeycomb, and Jonathan.
“Who’s the narcissist who named a breed of apple after their first name?” Spencer asked, taking a bite into the red globe and chucking it on the ground.
“That’s like the sixth apple you’ve bitten into and tossed away,” Patrick said with a cocked eyebrow.
“I need to taste to make sure we’re bringing home the best apples. And just adding to the cider pot. But okay, last one I promise.” Spencer slipped his hand into Patrick’s as they strolled through the orchard back to their car, Patrick trying to remember every inch of this experience. Spencer held his crutches in one hand and tried regular walking.
“I can’t believe I’m going to get my cast off next week.” He squeezed Patrick’s hand with a sugar rush of excitement. “It’s like I’m getting my life back.”
That was it.
The small shift.
He pieced it together.
