Patrick licked his way to Jono’s cock, breathing him in. Jono bent his legs, feet flat on the bed, giving Patrick room. He tugged at Jono’s balls as he sucked the sensitive head into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it. Jono’s groan filled the bedroom as Patrick eased his mouth down Jono’s cock, taking him in slow, lazy swallows.
“Fuck,” Jono breathed, his hand coming up to touch the side of Patrick’s face. “Love the way you look with my cock in your mouth.”
The cock in question was growing hard against Patrick’s tongue, in his throat, the thickness something he enjoyed. Patrick hummed around Jono’s cock, enjoying the way Jono swore at the sound. Patrick’s own cock was growing heavy between his legs, a gentle build of desire that had him rolling his hips against the bed every now and then, looking for friction.
Patrick pulled back a little, breathing through his nose as he did so, getting a lungful of Jono’s musky scent. He wrapped a hand around the base of Jono’s cock, giving it a squeeze. Jono’s cock twitched at the pressure, the head bumping against the back of Patrick’s throat. He pulled off all the way, licking his way back to Jono’s balls. He tongued at the soft skin between them, tugging on one with his free hand.
Jono’s thighs pressed against his shoulders, hips canting upward. “Bloody tease.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Patrick propped his chin on Jono’s thigh, casually stroking his cock. “How do you want to come? In my mouth? On my face?”
The way Jono’s eyes darkened told Patrick either option was good. Jono reached for him, tracing his mouth with a careful finger. “Rather come in you.”
It was Patrick’s turn to groan at that, shivering at the possessive look on Jono’s face. “Sure. Like I’d say no to that.”
Patrick didn’t protest when Jono half sat up, reaching for him. Patrick was dragged up Jono’s body until he was lying on the other man, within easy kissing reach. He framed Jono’s face with one hand, mapping out his mouth with an eager tongue. He heard the pillow rustle, then the sound of the lube bottle opening up.
Patrick moaned into Jono’s mouth at the finger that pressed inside him, hips twitching away from the intrusion before pushing back against it. Jono fingered him the same way Patrick had sucked his cock—slow and easy, with a loving attention to detail that left him gasping and wanting more.
He panted against Jono’s mouth, trying to breathe as Jono worked his way up to three fingers, stroking Patrick deep inside. He clutched at Jono’s shoulders, rocking back against the fingers stretching him.
“You want me to ride you?” Patrick asked.
“Don’t want you to do all the work.”
Patrick nipped at his bottom lip. “Getting fucked by you is never work. Pretty sure it’s the opposite of work.”
Jono laughed before rolling Patrick onto his side until they fit together, back to front. He sucked in a breath as Jono hooked a hand behind his left knee and pulled his leg up, opening him up. Patrick turned his head, peering up at Jono as he propped himself up on one elbow.
He nearly swallowed his tongue when Jono pushed inside him with a long, slow thrust that sent heat zipping up his spine. Jono never looked away as he pulled out and thrust back in again, still keeping to the same deliberate pace. Patrick hooked his hand over Jono’s hip, fingers scraping against skin at the flex of Jono’s body on the next thrust.
Patrick tipped his head back, letting out a gasp that Jono kissed away. He took his own cock in hand, stroking it in time to Jono’s thrusts. Their bodies were pressed so close together there wasn’t room for air as Jono fucked him with a single-minded focus that left Patrick breathless. The slow pace never picked up, the drag of Jono’s cock inside him like exquisite torture that never let up.
Moments like this—where everything was warm and intense, and the world was kept at bay by Jono’s touch—left words stuck in Patrick’s throat he always managed to swallow back. One day, he knew, they would slip out.
“Jono,” Patrick moaned, squeezing his eyes shut on a particularly deep thrust.
“Want you to come,” Jono murmured into his ear. “You can do that for me, can’t you, love? Come on my cock. I want to feel you, Pat.”
Patrick never liked to give in to anything without a fight, but Jono made it easy—he always did. Patrick came with a cry, with Jono buried deep inside him, as he shook through his release. Jono gripped him tighter, body a rigid line behind Patrick as he rocked deep inside him with infinite patience.
Patrick turned his head into the pillow, breathing harshly, eyes squeezed shut against the spots still dancing across his vision. Jono moved against him, his thick cock sliding in and out of Patrick’s body until his nerves seemed fried. Right when it was hitting the edge oftoo much, Jono stiffened against him, coming with several deep, grinding thrusts that made Patrick almost bite his tongue.
He could feel some of Jono’s cum leaking out between his thighs. They never used condoms because the werevirus wasn’t a disease Patrick could catch, and Jono had a thing about making Patrick smell like him.
After a moment, Jono gently guided Patrick’s leg back down to the bed, breathing heavily against the curve of his shoulder. He didn’t move to pull out, staying buried inside Patrick.
“They’ll have to try a lot harder to kill me, you know that, right?” Jono said quietly as he flattened his hand over Patrick’s chest.
“Gonna have to go through me first,” Patrick muttered, still not opening his eyes. He half-heartedly clenched down on Jono’s spent cock, earning him a press of teeth to his shoulder.
It felt like a promise.
8
“Park there,”Patrick said, pointing at a spot in front of a mansion that happened to be empty due to the fire hydrant at the curb.
“You want me to get bloody towed while I wait for you?” Jono asked in an aggravated voice, but he still parked where Patrick wanted.
