Hearts and Headstands

Chapter 18

Patrick parked as far from the office and David's parents' room as he could. He turned off his engine and grabbed the duffel bag from his passenger seat. He had no idea what he'd packed. He just threw random shit in a bag. Hopefully, enough for some sort of an outfit for tomorrow and his toothbrush. He hoped David would want to stay with him the whole night in the room. Patrick wanted so much from David, including falling asleep with David in his arms.

Anticipation crackled across his skin as he walked toward room nine. He didn't see a light on through the curtain. He really hoped he had the right room.

Patrick glanced down at his phone again.

Hurry.

A shiver wracked his body.

He knocked gently, then opened the door. His mouth went dry at the sight of David sprawled out like a Greek god on the bed. A nightstand lamp producing a soft glow. He barely noticed the tacky red décor because his eyes were not leaving David. Patrick dropped his bag on the floor, closed and locked the door behind him, and had his shirt off in less than five seconds.

"I really like the energy you're bringing to the table right now." David dropped his legs over the side of the bed and sat up.

Patrick threw his shirt on the floor, ignoring the look of horror on David's face. He stood in front of David, breathing hard as he looked down at him. David leisurely reached out and began undoing Patrick's belt as he kissed and licked his stomach. "Jesus."

David worked on the button of his jeans next. His long fingers took their time. Each second killed Patrick, but he loved it. He loved how he responded to the slightest touch of David.

The zipper lowered torturously slow. Once his jeans were open, Patrick's hard cock strained to reach David's face.

David stuck the tip of his tongue out and lazily traced circles around the tip of Patrick's cock over his boxers. "Fuck. David. Fuck."

"Oh, is that what you want?" He looked up at Patrick and ran his tongue over the fabric.

"Yes." Patrick said with force. "I want to fuck you."

David's answering dimples almost made him come on the spot. "I've been thinking about you in my mouth all day. I want you to fuck my mouth."

Patrick shook his head. "No, not that kind of fuck. I want to fuck you." He'd been thinking about it almost non-stop since the retreat. Hell, even before. He wanted to feel himself buried to the hilt in David.

David's mouth fell open. "Like, that kind of fuck?"

Patrick wet his lower lip. "Yes. That's what I want. How do you feel about that?"

David looked up at Patrick, his chest rising and falling fast. "I feel like that might be the best idea you've ever had."

Patrick simultaneously stepped out of his jeans while pushing David back on the bed. He kissed him as hard and hot as he could. He wanted David to know—to feel—how turned on he was.

He reached between them and stroked David's cock. Fuck. It was so hard.

"David." Patrick licked and nibbled down David's neck.

"Mm?" He dug his fingernails into Patrick's back.

"I'm going to need you to guide me a bit." He felt a bit of doubt and shyness creep in. "I mean, I've Googled and seen porn, but I want to make sure you feel good." He sounded like such an idiot. Needing to be talked through sex. He just knew that making it good for him would involve a few more steps than with Rachel and he wanted nothing more than to make it good for David.