Excerpt: Patrick needed something, and if Leo was too caught up in work to help him out, that left him pretty much on his own. Back upstairs, he tossed himself across the bed and spread out, face buried in Leo’s pillow–which only prompted him to hump the mattress. Rolling over and trying for some zen-like yoga breathing got him exactly nowhere. Hands moving on their own, palming himself through stiff denim, elicited little moans and a deeper need than skimming over the bulge was going to satisfy.
A quick flip of one thumb opened the top button of his pants, then the next, and before long, they were dangling off one ankle and he panted hard with the inability to get anything close to satisfaction.
“Lube. I need lube.” A hard yank pulled the bedside table drawer too far and it thumped to the floor. That left him dangling over the side of the bed. He fumbled for the tube, found instead the long black toy Leo loved so much, and sighed. “Fuck me. Now I really need lube.”
A few minutes later, Patrick was sitting on the edge of the bed eyeing the slicked up dildo in his hand and feeling about as needy and pathetic as he ever had. That wasn’t going to stop him getting off. He just wasn’t sure how he was going to control the thing from the awkward position of doing it himself.
Heart thumping with pointless nerves, since he was the only one to know if it didn’t work, or even that he was doing it at all, he decided to start where he was most comfortable. Crawling on limbs shaking with excitement, he got up on the bed on his hands and knees. He missed the heat and strength of Leo there behind him, but he really needed to do something about his hard on, and imagining Leo was going to have to do for tonight.
The burn of stretching to accommodate the wide dildo distracted him from everything else for a few minutes. The flood of heat rushing through him roared in his ears until it was all he heard. If he closed his eyes, concentrated, he could imagine that heat emanated from his lover, could almost feel Leo’s hands on him, caressing his hip with the lightest of touches, hear the murmur of encouragement as he slid the toy in further.
“Easy, Baby.” That’s what Leo would say, even as he pressed the dildo deeper. “Take your time,” while he pushed Patrick to the edge. One warm hand would slide up along his spine, the other reach around to cup his balls. He moaned, a low, desperate sound and rocked back, his supporting hand gripping the bedspread.
“Louder, Baby.”
Patrick’s eyes flew open. He twisted, but the hand on his spine came up and cupped the back of his head. The one around his balls moved to grip the dildo half inside of him, and hold it steady.
“Leo…” His heart pounded. How had he missed his lover coming in the room?
Leo’s grip on the back of Pat’s head tightened ever so slightly, and Patrick swallowed. “What did you call me?”
“Sir,” Patrick corrected himself. “I didn’t hear you—” Again, he tried to look over his shoulder, but Leo held him fast, his thumb pressed against Patrick’s skull just behind his ear. A tiny twist tightened Patrick’s gut, sending electric jolts of energy straight to his dick and making his heart thump.
“I heard you,” Leo told him. “Heard the drawer fall. I come to see you’re okay, and I find this?”
“I’m sorry.” Patrick dropped his chin a little, succumbing to Leo’s hold on him. “You were busy,” he pointed out quietly. “I didn’t want to disturb you. I just wanted—”
”I can see very well what you wanted.” Leo gave the dildo a sharp jerk, burying it deeper inside Patrick. “Fuck yourself, Patrick,” Leo commanded. “Let me hear how much you like it.” Leo planted a hot, firm kiss between his shoulder blades and applied pressure to the dildo. “You didn’t think you’d get to do this without me, did you?
