“God, you are so fucking sexy,” Spencer whispered as he kissed Patrick’s neck.
Since Spencer was still technically handicapped, Patrick made it easy for him and undid his own pants. Spencer slipped a hand under his boxers and grabbed hold of his dick, his cold hand sending pulses of pleasure through his groin.
“Yes,” Patrick breathed out, heart racing.
But Spencer wasn’t done, apparently. Patrick gasped as Spencer’s other hand traveled down his back and under his boxers, cupping his ass. His teeth chattered with the blazing need and anticipation of wondering what he would do next. Spencer’s fingers danced down his crack to his opening. He massaged a finger over his hole.
Patrick held back a moan dying to get out. Spencer brought his hand to his mouth. His eyes lasered into Patrick’s as he slid a finger into his own mouth, then returned it to Patrick’s tight hole.
“Spencer,” he said, barely audible, wanting more.
Begging for Spencer to take complete control of him in the middle of this corn maze.
He pressed his finger inside Patrick slowly, only putting the tip inside him as a tease. Patrick closed his eyes, but he could feel those eyes and wicked smile on him, deciding how to play with him. He slid down to the middle knuckle, then all the way in as his other hand continued to work Patrick in deliberate, measured strokes, dragging out the pleasure and the longing in glorious torture. Spencer played with him like a marionette doll.
Without warning, he plunged a second finger inside him. Patrick had to clamp a hand over his mouth to hold back the guttural moan ripping through him.
“You feel so good, baby. I want to see you come,” Spencer whispered in his ear, his hot breath dancing on his neck. He grinded his own erection against Patrick’s leg. Patrick pressed his hand harder against his mouth, his muscles straining to contain the scream of orgasm racing up his throat.
Patrick clenched around Spencer’s fingers as his breathing sped up. Spencer pulled out Patrick’s cock from his underwear just in time for Patrick to empty himself onto the flapping leaves of a corn stalk. He immediately felt some guilt. In a way, he vandalized public property.
Spencer pulled out of him, leaving him dazed. He dragged a finger across one of the leaves and put it to his tongue in a move so hot it nearly made Patrick come all over again.
“Should we try to clean up?” Patrick asked.
Spencer looked at the come on the stalk. “Nah, it’s biodegradable.”
They exited the corn maze -- Spencer feeling victorious, Patrick feeling drunk.
“It’s donut time.” Spencer waved the completed map in the air.
They washed their hands first, then joined the line for donuts. While Patrick could stifle his moans in the corn maze, they were irresistible to the warm, sugary baking scent being piped out of the red barn.
“That smells so good,” Patrick said.
“I have a feeling none of our donuts will make it back to Chicago.”
“Probably.”
Spencer reached for Patrick’s hand and held it as they stood in line, giving it a quick squeeze each time they got closer to the counter. Patrick savored the moment, but wondered if maybe Spencer was just drunk on fall.
They ordered a mix of apple cider, cinnamon, and chocolate and vanilla frosted donuts. Spencer had built these up to epic proportions, but they surpassed even those lofty expectations. The vanilla-frosted donut really did melt in his mouth, a crisp outside giving way to warm, buttery inside. There were simply not enough moans to capture the ecstasy of this donut.
“This is the best donut I’ve ever had in my life,” Patrick said without emotion. It was a matter of fact.
“Told ya.”
“These are incredible.”
Even Spencer let out a moan. It caused Patrick to get hard again. Now he got why Spencer wanted him to cool it with the public moaning.
Spencer was right. None of the donuts made it back to Chicago. None of them made it back to the car. Patrick turned the ignition, his body full of donuts and feelings for Spencer.
Just as soon as the perfect fall day started, it was coming to an end.
“Thanks for today,” Patrick said.
“Thank you. I never would’ve thought to do any of this without your love of fall.”
