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you will.” His anxiety from before didn’t return, instead he sank further into the mattress as he relaxed beneath Vance’s touch. It was as if his body knew this man would never hurt him before his mind acknowledged the idea.
    Vance lapped at Patrick’s lips, asking for entry.
    Patrick’s mouth relaxed and opened. He groaned as Vance slipped inside and took over control.
    Patrick sighed at the contact. Vance tasted of coffee, chocolate, and peppermint.
    Patrick jerked back. “You had a Peppermint Mocha,” he said in delight.
    “Yes, I did,” Vance agreed.
    “You should drink them all the time.” For some

reason, the fact that Vance liked what was basically a coffee dessert tickled Patrick. If given the opportunity to choose a coffee that suited Vance, he’d have picked something strong and dark.
    “I’ll consider it,” Vance said before dipping down and giving Patrick another taste.
    Patrick shifted to get closer to Vance. Rubbing against him, Patrick tried to get more friction. He gave a soft sound of protest when Vance’s large hands gripped Patrick’s hips, pinning him in place.
    “I’ll be in charge,” Vance said.
    Nothing could’ve set Patrick at ease more. He didn’t have to worry about doing the wrong thing if Vance would tell him what to do. Vance would never know of his inexperience if Patrick played along.
    “Sounds good to me,” Patrick agreed.
    “Excellent,” Vance’s warm brown eyes became even hotter. “I like a man who knows how to follow orders.”
    “That would be me,” Patrick said. With all the stress of being in charge of his friends and trying to help them, he found it comforting to just relax and do as he was told.
    More kisses burned down Patrick’s spine like a wildfire.
    Patrick slid his hand up Vance’s neck

luxuriating in the texture of Vance’s skin.
    “Hands by your head,” Vance ordered.
    “But then I can’t touch you,” Patrick complained.
    “Don’t worry, I’ll do enough touching for both of us,” Vance promised.
    A knock at the door granted Patrick a quick kiss before Vance jumped off the bed and headed for the entrance. Patrick watched Vance open the door and talk to someone in the hall. They exchanged a few words, Vance laughed then shut the door, locked it, and turned to meet Patrick’s inquiring gaze.
    He vaguely noticed Vance held a small china bowl in his hand.
    “Now we have all the right things to have a good time,” Vance grinned.
    “Lube and condoms?”
    Vance reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a foil package and a small tube. “All set.”
    “You always carry lube and condoms around?”
    Patrick didn’t know if he should be happy the man came prepared or worried at how
    experienced Vance must be.
    “I like to be prepared.” Vance set the supplies on the table beside the bed along with the bowl.
    “Don’t you have a condom in your wallet?”
    “Um, yeah.” Patrick didn’t want to tell Vance

he worried they might be expired by now. He’d had them in his billfold since high school.
    “See, same thing. I’m just better prepared.”
    Vance’s casual approach to sex made Patrick happy. He lucked out finding an older experienced lover just when his life was tanking.
    Patrick would take this one afternoon and enjoy himself. There were plenty of hours left to worry over bills and food.
    Today was for him.

    * * * *

    Vance looked down at his pretty shy boy. Patrick checked all the wishes on his Christmas list. Pale, smooth, and willing to let Vance do whatever he liked. That kind of power rushed though Vance like an aphrodisiac. He could easily become addicted to such a cooperative partner.
    “Are you ready to lose the pants?”
    A sharp nodded followed only a brief hesitation.
    “Are you sure?” He wouldn’t pressure Patrick, but he’d be a liar to say he wouldn’t be terribly disappointed if Patrick changed his mind.
    “Definitely.” The sweet smile Vance received with a slight tremble from