Chapter Eight
Their suite is at the top of a building called Lagoon Tower. There are astounding ocean views through wide windows on one side and a balcony that looks out over the dolphins’ pool on the other. From there, they can see the dolphins playing together, the blue water splashing and rippling as they jump.
Their bedroom opens out to the ocean as well, with a small private balcony. They can’t see any other rooms from where they are, and except for a path that follows the line of the beach, no one can see their private balcony either.
Will stares out at the water. The ocean breeze drifts in, salty and fresh. He takes a long, deep breath, and a lump forms in his throat. As he lets out his breath, he bites his lip. Surely he’s not going to cry? But he might. The thickness in his throat tightens, and he wipes at his eyes.
With the wind in his hair, Will lets the breeze from the glistening, blue ocean calm him. His shoulders relax, his heartbeat slows, and he releases a long, overdue sigh.
South Dakota is half a world away.
He’s here, by the side of the Pacific, breathing new air. The sun seeps into him like a drug, pulling him into a heavy calm. The lump in his throat dissipates, and he relaxes his hold on the responsibilities that eat him alive back home.
“Thanks,” Patrick says to Arvin back in the living room of the suite. A bellboy has left their bags by the big, fluffy couch positioned across from a giant TV screen. Patrick’s voice bounces gently to Will through the open doorways. “We’ve got it from here.”
Then Arvin, who’s escorted them all the way and proceeded to show them all the amenities of the room itself, including the Jacuzzi tub and steam sauna, bids Patrick goodbye. Will closes his eyes against the bright sun, blue-green ocean, and lush green plants, and he waits in anticipation. His nipples rise against his T-shirt despite the sunny heat soaking into his skin. He knows Patrick well enough to guess what comes next on their honeymoon.
A smile lifts his lips.
“Alone at last,” Patrick says from right behind him. His breath tingles on Will’s neck and Will shivers. “So what will we do now, I wonder? With all this free time?”
Turning, Will slings his arms around Patrick’s neck and brings him in for a heated kiss. Patrick responds as enthusiastically as ever, gripping Will’s hips and tugging him forward, grinding their pelvises together. The ocean breeze rushes over them, and the scent of Patrick’s sweat mixes with the salt deliciously.
Tugging at Patrick’s shirt with eager fingers, Will moans, “C’mon. Let’s shower and then get this honeymoon started.”
Between kisses, Patrick doesn’t hesitate to get Will’s shirt off too. “I thought we already got a jump on the sexing part while we were on the plane.”
“Not the same as having you in me.”
“Mmm,” Patrick murmurs as he licks down Will’s neck, giving him goosebumps. “I like the sound of that.”
After the shower, they return to the room damp and aroused. The bed is a California King, wider than necessary, but fun to roll around naked on. Once Will’s monitor is disconnected again and placed on the bedside table, they kiss and stroke, laughing as they traverse the bed, messing up the perfect white comforter and sheets. They wrestle for position, and Will gives in when Patrick playfully slaps his ass.
“I have a present for you,” Patrick says.
“A present?” Will pants, achingly hard, and beyond ready for them to move past making out and get on to full on fucking. He reaches for Patrick’s dick and strokes it roughly. “It better be this right here.”
“It’s a little bit of that and a little bit of…hold on.” Patrick gets up, strolls naked as daylight into the living room, and returns with one of their bags. His cock is mouth-wateringly gorgeous, like always.
Will admires its long, hard length pointing straight up from his sandy-auburn bush of pubic hair. He chews on his lip, wanting to touch and lick it, but Patrick’s got his “man on a mission” face on, so he knows he’ll have to wait.
Patrick tosses the bag on the bed and pulls out a black box with a silver ribbon on it. “Open it.”
Will’s cock throbs with his heartbeat as he takes the gift from Patrick’s hands and removes the ribbon to lift the lid. “I… What is it? How does it work?”
He takes out a flexible, penis-shaped sheath. It’s almost like a very thick condom, except it has a knot near the bottom, and a flat end like a butt-plug. But in the middle of the flat part is a hole, wide and long enough to accommodate a hard dick.
“I plan to fuck you a lot this week,” Patrick says, gripping Will’s hip possessively. “And to avoid a painful trip down memory lane—” Will flashes back to the night they got married in Vegas and the painful morning after. His asshole had been swollen and tender for a few days. “I found this.” He holds the toy up and then slips it onto a dildo he’s also pulled from the bag.
Now Will can see how it works.
“That goes inside me and then you…fuck it?”
“I fuck you. But, yes. I’ll put my dick in the hole here. The sheath prevents too much friction for you, and it’s lined inside with ridges to increase sensation for me.”
“Oh, wow.”
“Exactly. And this knot here,” Patrick fingers it gently, “helps hold it in. Not to mention it’ll nail your prostate. When I thrust, the knot will massage your gland a lot more firmly than my dick alone.”
Will swallows, his cock flexing and a drop of precome surging to wet the head.
“The thickness of the sheath adds about half an inch of girth.” Patrick points at the walls of the toy. “A whole new sensation.”
“Wow,” Will whispers again.
Patrick grins. “I’ve reduced you to ‘wows.’ It’s not even in yet. Perfect.”
Will scoots back on the bed and lifts his legs. He’s already nonverbal, Patrick’s right. Besides, he knows Patrick will love his wanton display.
“That’s my puddin’-pop,” Patrick says with a sharp grin. “Such a sweet, slutty hole you’ve got for me there.”
Will licks his index finger and swirls it around his asshole, teasing himself open as Patrick grabs lube from the bag. Watching, Patrick pumps his own cock before climbing back onto the bed between Will’s legs.
“Mmm, let me kiss you first,” he whispers, shoving Will’s legs back farther and then diving in to claim Will’s hole with his mouth.
Will whimpers, clutching his nipples and pinching hard. The sweet, wet sensation of Patrick’s lips and tongue against his asshole breaks him out in shivers, and the ocean breeze from the open balcony door caresses his hard cock. He twists his nipples harder, grounding himself in the sensation, moaning as Patrick licks him inside and out.
“That’s right,” Patrick murmurs, kissing Will’s ass cheek before ducking back down to suck another kiss to his hole. “Squirm on my face.”
Will groans as Patrick’s tongue penetrates him again. He squeezes his nipples hard, and his hips jerk reflexively, balls drawing up tight. A trail of slick precome stripes where his cock rests heavy and hard against his stomach.
Patrick sits up, his mouth red and wet, his eyes dilated with lust. His wiry muscles ripple and flex with each breath, and Will reaches for him, pulling him down for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.
He tastes himself on Patrick’s tongue, and he mewls quietly when Patrick nips his lower lip. Their cocks jam against each other, rubbing like hard velvet up against perfect sensation.
Patrick’s back muscles tremble and shift under Will’s palms, and when he sits back on his heels, he grabs the dildo-impaled toy. “Hold your legs apart.”
Will does as he’s told. The fan above the bed swirls gently, the ocean breeze drifting in from the open balcony doors. He shivers and aches, his cock thudding against his stomach, his asshole flexing in anticipation. Sunlight cuts across the bed, and he squints his eyes closed, a smile breaking across his face, as Patrick lubes first the toy, then Will’s asshole, and finally his own cock.
“Here we go.” Patrick slips the head of the toy against Will. The dildo is still inside the toy, providing the solidity needed to penetrate Will’s tight anus. Patrick pushes gently, and Will breathes, bears down, and twists his hips wantonly as the toy slides in. Until the knot bumps up against his rim.
He moans, his asshole tensing against the unexpected thickness.
“That’s it,” Patrick encourages. “Take it. You know how. Open up.”
Will swivels his hips, sucks in a deep breath, lets it out, and bears down hard. The knot stretches his asshole tight. Fresh sweat breaks out on his forehead and he groans. Patrick adds a push and a twist, and Will gasps as the toy pops through. Pain, sharp and hot, rides him for a few harsh breaths, but he waits it out, his cock still aching and eager for more.
Opening his eyes, he holds his legs up and apart, gazing down to where Patrick kneels between them. His thighs are already quivery and weak with lust, and they shake against his palms.
Patrick bites his lip and stares avidly at where the toy is lodged in Will’s ass. “Ready?” he whispers.
“Yeah,” Will rasps.
Patrick nods and then slowly withdraws the dildo from the sheath, leaving Will open—but not in the rough, unforgiving way of a butt plug. No, he’s softly open, the sheath warming inside him, and it feels good, kind of slutty. Like anyone could walk up and push inside. Like Patrick could use him over and over and he’d be ready and able to take it. His cock pulses and precome puddles against his treasure trail.
“Wow,” he whispers again. He grips his ass and the sheath flexes with the movement.
Patrick squirts some lube up inside the toy, but Will doesn’t feel the cold like he normally would. He squirms as Patrick fingers him with the toy in, rubbing and pressing against the sides, and pushing the knot against his prostate.
“Can you feel everything?”
“Yes,” Will murmurs.
“Perfect.”
Patrick kisses Will’s calves before raising them to his shoulders and leaning in to thrust. As he slides into the sheath, the extra girth makes Will hunch up and growl. He squirms his hips, reaching down to pull Patrick farther in. “Oh, that’s…oh…”
Patrick’s eyes squeeze tight and he huffs out a tender sound.
The toy has softened and warmed now. It doesn’t feel foreign any longer, just a lot thicker than Patrick usually feels inside him. And the knot presses right against his prostate so that every thrust sends a shock of bliss jolting through his body. “Ohhhh, wow.”
“Yeah,” Patrick says gruffly, opening his bright blue eyes. Sunlight glints red and gold in his auburn hair. “Squeeze around me.”
Will does and Patrick shivers all over. “Good?”
“Too good.” Patrick grips Will’s hips hard. “This will be a fast fuck, puddin’-pop. But there’ll be more where this came from later.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
Will shifts his hips up, catching Patrick’s thrusts greedily. They fuck hard and fast, the bed rattling the wall, pleasure bursting in spangles behind Will’s closed eyes. Patrick’s breath huffs against his neck, hot and humid, and the skin between them grows slick with sweat. Patrick pinches Will’s nipples as he fucks him, his fingers finding the perfect pressure to make Will twist and cry out softly.
The fuck isn’t as fast as Patrick promised. Instead, Will finds time stretching as his pleasure is prolonged. His thighs and hips quiver, his asshole spasms and releases, but the sheath holds him open and friction free. The stimulation on his prostate is intense and grows steadily hotter and more penetrating, like the sun that warms the room. Like the scent of the flowers drifting in, filling him with tropical heat and want. He whimpers and arches, seeking the stroke that will take him over into mindless bliss.
Patrick kisses him and the world dissolves to the sweat between them, the wordless grunts rising around them, and the rocking, rutting, gathering glory between his legs.
Will’s hand goes down to his cock, alternately gripping his balls to stave off orgasm and then fucking wildly into his loose fist. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “There. Just like that.”
Patrick obeys, fucking him like the waves on the beach, hard and steady, relentless, until Will cries out and convulses, his ass spasming helplessly around Patrick and the sheath. His come shoots from his cock and splatters his chest and stomach. His balls tighten and another spurt of jizz rockets across his hot cheek.
“Yes,” Patrick hisses. “That’s it. Come for me.”
Will arches his back, and sensation like shards of hot pleasure rake him as Patrick continues to nail his oversensitive prostate. “It’s too much,” he whispers. “It’s…I’m, oh, here….yes!”
His asshole convulses again as the wave-like anal orgasm he’s only experienced after long bouts of rough fucking rises up and washes over him. He jerks hard on the bed while Patrick praises him. His body wracks with pleasure. He shouts into his fist, trying to stifle the noise, and he grabs Patrick around the waist, holding on as another hit of pleasure rocks him.
Will loves this toy.
Patrick keeps right on fucking him, driving that knot into his prostate, and Will digs his nails into Patrick’s back, roars, and nearly levitates off the bed, as another spurt of come shoots from his dick.
Patrick pulls out—red and flushed from chest to cheeks—and quickly runs his hand over his cock twice before shooting all over Will’s dick, pubes, and stomach.
“Yeah,” Patrick groans, head back, prominent Adam’s apple on display.
Will pulls Patrick down, smearing the come between them, and shudders hard. “Love you,” he whispers.
“Mmm,” Patrick agrees, nuzzling Will’s neck.
Will basks in the pleasure for a few minutes, enjoying the scent of sweat, their come, and the salt air. But then Patrick pulls away, grabs Will’s murse from the chair by the bed, and Will sighs as the usual stick-test routine begins.
When they’re both sure Will’s BG is good, Patrick slowly removes the sheath from Will’s ass.
“I’m going to leave the best review for this on The Hurting Times product recommendation thread,” Patrick says, as they walk naked together toward the bathroom to clean up.
“I will kill you if you do.” Will takes Patrick’s hand and squeezes hard.
Patrick smirks. “I’ll do it anonymously. No one will have to know.”
“Because so many people in Healing are eager to share anal sex toy recommendations?” Will says with a raised brow.
Patrick tosses the sheath in the sink and turns on the hot water. “You know as well as I do the kinky things people get up to in that town. Anal sex isn’t even close to the most interesting thing cooking.”
“We’re on a full electronics break,” Will reminds him.
“I wasn’t going to type it up now. Though I do think I’ll make some written notes. I’d hate any of the best details to be left out. Like how the internal ribbing felt on my dick when you squeezed your ass around it.” He grins. “Don’t get me wrong. Your ass alone is perfection. It’s hard to improve on that, but they came close.”
Will rolls his eyes and decides to fight Patrick over it when he’s actually typing up the review. They wash each other and Patrick cleans the sheath before they head back into the bedroom, damp and naked.
The glimmer of an early Hawaiian afternoon shines on their skin. The breeze from the open balcony drifts in and washes away the lingering scent of their union. They curl up against each other and drift lightly to sleep.
Will dreams of swimming with a pack of dolphins that turn slowly, one by one, into members of his family. He tries to swim away from them, but they keep catching up. He kicks harder and harder, but the dolphins gain ground. He can’t get away. He knows it deep inside. When he looks over, the dolphin beside him has Ryan’s face. Tears burn behind his eyes.
Will wakes to his first Hawaiian sunset with a knot of guilt in his stomach, jet lag clouding his mind, and Patrick snoring happily by his side.