Chapter Thirteen
“Do you want to see the volcanoes?” Patrick asks the next morning as they walk around the resort, finally taking the independent art tour Patrick arranged to see the outdoor collection without what he called “an annoying and probably idiotic docent.”
“Mmm, I don’t know.” Will tilts his head to examine a statue from Japan. It looks much the same as the last four statues they’ve seen, but he’s sure there’s some important difference that Patrick will illuminate by reading aloud from the collection’s guidebook.
He ponders it. “I’d rather stay around the resort for the most part. Maybe tomorrow we can hit a black sand beach like we talked about, but…” Will reaches out and touches Patrick’s tender nose. “You’re already burned. We should stay in the shade.”
Patrick adjusts his floppy hat and sunglasses, nodding. “Fine by me. Who needs volcanoes? Things have been explosive enough around here.”
“Sexy explosive or angry explosive?” Will already knows the answer.
“Both.” Patrick frowns and flips the guidebook closed. He glances down at his watch. “Our appointment for the seaside meditation bed is soon. We might as well walk that way.”
“Did you see everything you wanted to look at? With the art, I mean?”
Patrick nods. “And now I want to look at you naked.”
Will glances around and lowers his voice even more. “But I thought the meditation beds are outside?”
Patrick arches a brow. “They are. Come on.”
As they walk the paths of the resort, heading toward the small building where they check in for their appointment with the meditation beds, Patrick snags Will’s hand. Will squeezes his long, fine fingers.
“Do you remember when we first agreed to stay married?” Patrick asks, his thumb stroking over Will’s knuckles, his eyes narrowing on the tall man approaching on the path who does a too-obvious double take at their latched hands.
“When I came to see you at Dinah’s?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I was scared you wouldn’t take me back.”
Patrick snorts. “Yes, well, I did. Lucky you.”
“And lucky you.”
“Right. I’ve been thinking.”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t you think we should get a move on with the other thing we agreed on then?”
“What other thing?”
“The part about making a family.” Patrick clears his throat, his thumb going still on Will’s knuckles and his other hand rubbing self-consciously at his face.
Will’s jaw drops. “You want to talk about starting a family?”
“We’ve been married a few years. I’m not getting any younger.”
“Wow.”
“Wow, what? Have you changed your mind?” Patrick’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows convulsively. “Because I haven’t changed mine.”
Will pulls him toward a bench beneath a vine-wrapped pergola and they sit, hands still clasped. “Of course I haven’t changed my mind. I just thought I’d be the one trying to convince you.”
“Okay. Good. For a minute, I thought…” He shrugs and straightens. “We should start when we get back.”
“Start talking or…?”
“Start the process. Just start.”
“We can’t just start. There’s a lot to consider. I mean, I haven’t changed my mind, but I didn’t think you’d want to do this now.”
“Why not?” Patrick frowns. “I’ve been waiting for you to say you’re ready. It’s what you want. What we both want.” He nods decisively. “Let’s just do it.”
“It’s not like it’ll be easy for us. There are a lot of hoops we’ll have to jump through. Choices to make. Things to decide.”
“Fine. We’ll do those things.”
“We haven’t even discussed if we’re going the surrogacy or adoption route.”
“Details.”
“Important details.” Will studies Patrick’s face, taking in the sharp edge of his jaw and the stubborn set of his mouth. “Why now? I mean, here we are trying to have a honeymoon and the family we already have is making that close to impossible. I’d think all of this would make you wary of bringing anyone else into this mess, much less a baby.”
“True. That would be the logical conclusion. It would make the most sense to keep any other human being, especially innocent ones, far away from the crap show that is the Patterson-Molinaro clan, but…” He trails off for the second time in just a few minutes, a lack of precision that speaks of deep feelings, or confusion between his logical mind and his emotions. It makes Will’s heart thump.
“But?” Will prompts. The fresh freckles on Patrick’s nose stand out, and Will wants to trace them with his finger.
“But you’re a Patterson-Molinaro and you’re my favorite human on earth, and those siblings of yours don’t suck, and neither do babies.”
“You love babies.” Will waits for the inevitable denial of this incontrovertible fact, but it doesn’t come.
Patrick shifts uncomfortably.
“What? Tell me.”
“As annoying as it is to admit, I do love babies. And lately I keep thinking about how much I’d love your baby.”
“Our baby.”
“Yes, I’d love it a heck of a lot.”
Will’s stomach wriggles giddily. “I would too.”
“We’d protect it from the craziness, and if we couldn’t, then we’d teach him or her to endure it. Promote character development.”
Will laughs. “Okay, well, I can’t believe I’m the one suggesting we put the brakes on this for a little while longer. But, how about this? When we get home, we can start a list of discussion points. Things we need to decide before we can really begin.”
Patrick squeezes Will’s hand again. “You’re not backing out?”
“Absolutely not. But there’s so much to decide. If we use a surrogate, we need to decide if it’ll be someone we know or someone we hire. If we adopt, we need to choose local or international. I’ve dealt with some LGBT adoption stuff, grants to help offset the costs mainly, through Good Works. It’s not easy stuff.”
“I just want to know we’re going to do it. After all, when I married you, I was promised a baby.” Patrick’s smile turns into a smirk.
“I remember it was more me trying to convince you than any kind of promise.”
“Tomato, to-mah-to. Let’s go. We only have a few minutes before our appointment. I hate being late.”
Will’s heart aches fondly as they walk, hands still together, to the check-in. His mind swirls with thoughts of making a family with Patrick: what their baby will look like, how they’ll parent together, and how to keep their child sane in a world of Patterson-Molinaro madness.
The meditation beds are placed far apart on the rock outcrops lining the resort’s ocean front property. They’re white curtained and canopied with the only open side facing the sea. And even the open side has a privacy screen that can be dropped if they’re worried about people on passing boats or jet skis seeing what they’re up to.
Will strips down to his underwear, leaving his monitor attached, and folds his clothes in a neat stack in the cubby at the head of the bed. “Let’s leave the family talk behind,” he says. “We’re still on our honeymoon, after all.” Then he stretches out on the warm, soft sheets, smiling invitingly.
Patrick strips completely, of course, shameless as ever about his body, and drops onto the bed next to him, his white ass up. He waves at the water shimmering out to the horizon. The family discussion seems as good as dropped. “Romantic, right?”
Will smiles and rolls to his side, admiring his husband’s lazy sprawl. Some people might hear arrogance in Patrick’s voice, but Will hears the underlying vulnerability too: Is this okay? Am I doing it right?
“Very romantic. I’m glad you planned this for us.”
Patrick shoots Will his sharp, sexy grin, and flips onto his back. “Another thing I excel at: vacation planning.” Then he frowns. “But next time I’m thinking we’ll go somewhere truly isolated. The mountains of Tibet maybe. Or a long stay in a yurt in Mongolia. Your family wouldn’t have the skill set to find us there. Except Eleanora. She could manage it.”
Will sighs and watches a spray of water flash in the air as a wave shatters on the lava rocks below their bed. “Tony could pay someone to manage it.”
“True. Speaking of your parents, they looked cozy this morning.” Patrick waggles his eyebrows. “Who knew your mother was flexible in more ways than one?”
“Shh, let’s pretend they aren’t here.”
“Deal,” Patrick agrees.
Will breathes out, low and long, and tries to forget that they’d glimpsed Kimberly, Tony, and Angelica breakfasting together that morning. He and Patrick had darted out of the restaurant before they were spotted to grab protein smoothies by the pool instead.
Still, it’d taken an hour for Will to shake the image of the three of them laughing and casually touching in ways he doesn’t want to contemplate too hard. It’s one thing to know his mother and father can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s another to think about a third party added to the mix.
“I’m worried about Jenny,” Patrick says after a few minutes of silence spent listening to birdcalls, the flapping of the wind in the curtains around them, and the crash of the ocean waves.
“Yeah? Do you want to call her?”
Patrick shakes his head, a frown etching his brow, his eyes focused on the ocean. “Her asshole ex isn’t going to stay. And this time she’s got Dylan involved in it too.”
“And Dylan loves Jax,” Will murmurs, sympathy for Jenny’s son welling inside. He knows all too well what it’s like to get attached to someone his mother is dating, only to have that all fall apart when his biological dad comes swirling back into town.
“Yeah.”
They both consider this a moment.
“Well, she’s an idiot.” Patrick rubs his eyes quickly, like he’s wiping away the worry before rolling onto his side to face Will. His cock is flaccid, but as it flops on his leg, it shifts and swells.
“What have you got there?” Will whispers, reaching out to run his forefinger gently down the growing length of Patrick’s dick.
“Like I’ve told you, my childhood nickname was Snake.”
Will laughs, rolling his eyes.
“Go on. You show me yours since I’m showing mine.”
Will glances around like the white curtains are suddenly see-through, but then he shoves his underwear down and detaches his pump and wires, stuffing everything in the cubby, satisfied with the readings and certain he can play for an hour or so without concern.
He stretches out on his back. Blood rushes south when Patrick reaches out to take hold of him, and he hardens the last few centimeters in Patrick’s skilled hand.
“I have a nice tight hole this looks like it could plug,” Patrick says seriously, examining Will’s cock like it’s something he’s considering buying.
“Maybe you should show me.”
Patrick grins, flips around, and moves quickly to straddle Will’s face, bending low to breathe hot, sticky air over Will’s cock while Will slides his hands up to massage Patrick’s taut ass.
The saltwater breeze rushes over them again, and Will shivers, maneuvering one of the fluffy pillows beneath his neck so he doesn’t have to strain so hard to reach Patrick’s asshole.
“It looks like it’ll do the trick,” Patrick mutters, licking the head of Will’s cock.
Spreading Patrick’s ass cheeks apart, Will glimpses his tight anus. He pushes them together again to hide it, a teasing game of peek-a-boo with the part of Patrick he most wants to kiss right now. But he makes himself wait, and makes Patrick wait, until hot, wet, heat engulfs his dick.
Will squirms as Patrick slides down, down, down and buries Will’s cock in his throat.
“Show off,” Will grunts. He knows he’s good at giving head. Patrick praises his efforts all the time. But Patrick’s the deep-throat champion of the world as far as Will can tell.
Patrick doesn’t say anything, just starts bobbing up and down, a sexy, wet gargling sound coming from his throat as he works. Will quivers, the breeze from the ocean teasing his nipples and flitting in his hair.
“Mmmngh.” Will spreads his thighs, hoping Patrick will play with his hole, and sets his attention on Patrick’s pleasure.
Musky and tender, Patrick’s asshole twitches against Will’s tongue as he screws determinedly past the tight ring of muscle. Patrick shoves his ass back, pulling off Will’s cock to gasp for air before diving back down again.
With wet heat on his groin and Patrick’s sweet hole under his lips, Will wallows in the scents and sounds of their lovemaking. The water below laps, breaks, and crashes against the land.
After bringing Will close to climax twice, Patrick pulls away, sits up, and grabs the small backpack he brought from the room. The tube of lube is nearly gone after the week they’ve had, but there’s enough to swipe a gob over his open, saliva-wet asshole, and then dribble some over the head of Will’s cock.
Patrick tops more often than not—it’s the way they both prefer. But Will loves that when Patrick wants to be fucked he just goes for it.
He’s no different now.
Straddling Will’s hips, he reaches down and guides Will inside, his head dropping back, mouth hanging open, and a groan of pain mixed with pleasure rolling out of his throat.
Will moans too. As his cock sinks into Patrick’s tight heat, Will admires his husband. He runs his hands up Patrick’s thighs, over his lean stomach, and up to his sparse chest hair.
The filtered sunlight glistens over Patrick’s body, shining gold and red in his auburn hair. The wind keeps his skin cool to the touch, and Will’s not sure if it’s the breeze or his light touch that raises goosebumps along Patrick’s flesh.
“C’mere,” he whispers, reaching up to tangle his fingers into Patrick’s hair and guide him down into a kiss.
The slap of their skin together, the wet exploration of their tongues, and the tight heat of where they’re joined melds with the sea air and cries of gulls in an easy, lazy fuck, until Will rolls Patrick onto his back and drives into him hard enough to guarantee Patrick sees stars.
Patrick grunts, his fingers scrambling against Will’s sweaty back, sliding down to grip handfuls of ass cheek. “Make me come.”
Will buries his face in Patrick’s neck, licking the salt from his skin and kissing behind his ear. Patrick whimpers and wriggles a hand between them, taking hold of his hard cock and jerking himself rapidly.
Will doesn’t slow his thrusts as Patrick’s spare, trim form tightens beneath him, and his breathing grows strained with effort. He plunges his cock into the hotness of Patrick’s body again and again, watching avidly as Patrick’s eyes shift in and out of focus.
Patrick’s freckles stand out on his red cheeks. His muscles go taut, and his eyes fly open wide. He stares up at Will with a fragile vulnerability that cuts through to Will’s heart every time, and then he groans, come spurting between them as he comes apart.
Wrapping his arms tightly around Patrick’s trembling body, Will pumps hard until his own climax sweeps over him. He comes deep inside Patrick, heart overflowing with tenderness and love.
Patrick slowly rises off Will’s cock and flops onto his back next to him, the wind making him shiver as the sweat is wicked from his body and into the Hawaiian air. His thighs shake, and his asshole twinges from the rough use.
“One thing I always say about you, Will Patterson.” He reaches out to join their hands. “You’re a great fuck.”
Glistening with sweat and come, Will pants out, “You ‘always say’ that about me, huh? To who?”
“Anyone who’ll listen.”
Will laughs, his eyes scrunching up adorably. Patrick frowns at his own mental description. He’s always extra-mushy after he’s been fucked. It’s a thing.
“I should be horrified because that’s probably true,” Will murmurs.
“It is true! All of it.” Patrick praises Will’s sex skills every chance he gets. After all, Will spent far too many years being shamed for one of his greatest gifts. “You’re amazing in bed. The best I’ve ever had.”
“You know I’m always glad to hear it,” Will teases, poking Patrick in the ribs until he barks in laughter. The curtains flap around them. “But you don’t have to tell everyone!”
Moving away from Will’s finger, Patrick disagrees. “Yes, I do. It keeps the doctor chasers away.”
“Oh yeah? Doctor chasers?”
“Every hospital has some and being gay doesn’t make me exempt.”
Will’s brows lift curiously. “And what do these doctor chasers say when informed of my out-of-this-world bedroom skills?”
“They usually offer to show me how they can outshine you,” Patrick grumbles. “They really don’t know how to take no for an answer. Not until I make them cry, anyway.”
“You’d do that even if they weren’t offering to suck your dick.”
“If they’d concentrate on their jobs, there’d be less tears all around.” He squeezes Will’s hand and shrugs. “I can’t help it if I’m hot as hell, but they really need to learn their place.”
“Nurses,” Will says, shaking his head with mirth.
“Speaking of nurses, your uncle thinks I’m banging Varun.”
Will’s eyebrows climb to his hairline. “Why does he think that?”
“Because I said some things to him about Varun being pretty. I was just trying to hook the poor guy up. When’s the last time Kevin got laid? A million years, I bet.”
“Let’s not talk about my uncle having sex.”
“We’re talking about him not having sex. Keep up, puddin’-pop.”
“Wrong. We’re not talking about him and sex at all. Okay? We’re in Hawaii, naked by the side of the ocean. Let’s leave my uncle fully clothed in Healing where he belongs.”
“With the kids. While your mom and dad have a threesome with a stripper on our honeymoon. Oh, the mid-Western sweetness of it all.”
“It’s a fairy tale, this life we lead.” Will chuckles, his eyes shining brightly. “We really are an old married couple if this is our pillow talk.”
“Now you’re the wrong one. Old married couples’ pillow talk is stuff like, ‘Get butter at the store,’ and ‘Don’t forget to put on your adult diaper.’” He grins, a bubble of amusement in his chest. “Oh, the many joys we have to look forward to.”
“Sexy.”
“You know it.”
“Do you really want to grow old with me?” Will asks.
“Nah. I married you for your hot young ass and when it’s wrinkled I’m outta here.”
Will’s lips twist up in a small smile. “There was a time when hearing something like that from the man I loved would have terrified me. I’d have thought he meant it. But with you, I know you’re not going anywhere. Ever. You love me.”
“It’s really gross, and I don’t recommend the emotion to anyone with sense enough to avoid falling into it, but, yes. I do.”
Will motions at the streaks of come drying all over his stomach. “How do we clean this up before it dries in my pubic hair?”
“Like this.” Patrick leans over and licks along Will’s softly-defined abs, cleaning up the mess with his tongue. Will’s cock slowly rises again, his body shifting against the sheets and his legs spreading wide in invitation. Patrick sucks on two fingers and then slides them inside, laughing quietly when Will’s hips buck up and his skin flushes with renewed need.
“So how long do we have this bed?” Will gasps, squirming as Patrick nails his prostate.
“All afternoon.”
“Want to sixty-nine for a while?”
Patrick grins. “Why not? I’m all for sucking and fucking the rest of the day away.”
“Me too.” Will writhes on Patrick’s fingers and cries out softly.
The breeze and surf blends with the sounds and scents of their lovemaking until the sun starts to go down. Patrick’s heart is light and his body trembles with exhaustion by the time he shoots one last time into Will’s mouth.
Holding hands, they stroll back to their suite. Patrick’s legs shake slightly. “Room service,” he grunts. He doesn’t want to risk being strong armed into dining with Will’s parents. So what if they don’t make it to one of the extravagant luaus hosted on the resort. It’s a small price to pay for avoiding more drama.
“Definitely,” Will agrees. “Then let’s read.”
Patrick nods sharply. “Vampires, here I come.”
It wouldn’t be his life, though, if they made it back to their room without another brush with the unholy trinity.
“Will!” Kimberly calls out as they walk past the pool. She’s in a lounger next to Angelica, her cheeks flushed from sun and God-only-knows what else. Angelica’s tits are on display in a barely there bikini, and there are red marks on her neck. She waves excitedly at them. “Will come over here. I want to talk with you.”
Will shakes his head and grips Patrick’s arm, tugging him hard toward the building. “And, just like that, I’m tense again.”
“Your mother has that effect on people.”
“I wonder where my father is?”
“Let’s hope we don’t find out.”
Once the door to their room is shut and locked behind them, Will falls onto the sofa in a heap. “Order a bunch of food,” he says, eyes hooded with exhaustion. “I’m going to nap.”
Patrick checks the reading on Will’s monitor but doesn’t argue. It’s been a long, hot, sexy day, and he’s tired too. Once they’ve both had fatty food and a nap, the world will be a brighter place.
“Yes, I’d like to put in an order for three hamburgers, two orders of onion rings, and a side of wings. Of course I want ranch dressing for the wings. Who wouldn’t?” He carries on with their order, his eyes glued to Will’s slack face.
Even in sleep Will makes his heart do silly things. Patrick loves the sensation though he wonders at himself that he’s willing to risk feeling it for yet another creature. Once he’s willingly squandered more of his heart and life to whatever child comes to them, he’ll probably watch it sleep too. It’s one of those inexplicably weird things about love he’s grateful he’s had the chance to learn.