Will & Patrick Wake Up Married by Leta Blake

ads into his locker. Once Will left Healing and arrived in Vermillion for college, he started working out daily, replacing alcohol with exercise for his stress outlet. He’s trimmed down and pumped up. If Jack was still around, he wouldn’t have anything to taunt Will about, except for being gay. And Jack’s dick had spent too much time in Will’s mouth for Jack to ever tease him about that.
    Perry chuckles. “Those were good times, man.”
    “Yeah.”
    The shower turns off. Will tries to steer Perry to the door, but it’s too late. Patrick steps out in just a towel, still wet and glistening from the shower. His muscles are thin but strong. Will’s heart swells with misplaced pride at how handsome his husband is.
    Perry grins like he’s got a fish on the line and he can’t wait to reel it in.
    Patrick wraps his arm around Will’s shoulders. A frisson rushes where their wet skin touches. “It’s about time our breakfast arrived. I was thinking I might have to eat you again.”
    Will’s face flames, and Perry’s eyes go wide.
    “Oh, uh. Yeah.” Perry coughs, calling over his shoulder as he opens the door, “Have a good day, and if you need anything at all, just call.” The door shuts a little too hard.
    “ Patrick .” Will clutches his towel harder. “What the hell?”
    He pulls away, shrugging. “I’m just trying to keep up appearances.”
    “No, you’re trying to humiliate me.”
    Patrick frowns. “Actually, I’m not. Believe what you want about me, but I don’t get off on that. Breath play, spanking, sure, but not humiliation.”
    Will’s cheeks heat and his breath catches. Trying to hide the way those words line up with his own shameful kinks, he grabs his last clean pair of pants and a decent-looking shirt from his suitcase and puts them on. Glancing toward Patrick’s suitcase, Will realizes it’s full of clothes intended for a week in the desert, not for winter in South Dakota. He needs to take Patrick shopping for a winter coat and some warm gloves at the very least. Hell, probably an entirely new wardrobe if he’s going to be here long at all.
    “Look,” Patrick says, taking the shiny, metal cover from the first room service dish and pulling up a chair. “You wanted me to act like I’m in love with you. That’s what I’m doing.” The scent of bacon and eggs fills the room.
    “This is how you behave with men you’re in love with?” Will flashes to their night in Vegas. Patrick had been so solicitous then, and protective of Will’s modesty when he’d been embarrassed for the room service guy to see him naked.
    “I don’t know.” Patrick pops a sugary, glistening doughnut hole into his mouth. “I’ve managed to avoid that particular affliction so far.”
    Will calculates his carbs, does the math, and injects his insulin.
    “So I was right? You’ve never been in love?” Will sits at the small table to eat his much less appealing breakfast. He wishes he’d calculated for a few doughnut holes in his dose, but he really doesn’t feel like sticking himself again.
    Patrick makes a happy sound of agreement. “Never. Love is a pointless emotion. It leads people to make terrible choices and limit their options.” He stands, takes the plate of doughnuts with him, and flops down on the bed. His towel slips a little and shows the length of his inner thigh.
    “Oh, like you’re such a free spirit that you need limitless options in your life? Come on, we both know you live to work.” Will rolls his eyes, trying to ignore the flex of Patrick’s muscles in his abdomen and arms every time he reaches for another doughnut hole to stuff in his mouth.
    “Exactly. Loving someone would just get in the way. Besides, there’s something to be said for having options even if you don’t use them.”
    “Well, I guess you’d know. But did you have to be so rude?”
    “Why do you care? He’s a room service guy.”
    “I know everyone in this town. I’ve lived here my whole life and I