Calling Calling Calling Me by Natasha Washington

Author:Natasha Washington [Washington, Natasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Natasha Washington

19

“But…nineties dance night, Patrick.”

Patrick blinked at Josh.

“It’s nineties dance night,” Josh repeated, like he thought Patrick hadn’t heard him the first time.

“I’m not actually that familiar with the nineties dance oeuvre. On account of how I was barely even alive during that decade.”

Josh sighed. “I… God, I’m so old. I’m so—”

“Shut up, you are not old, you are only three years older, and you were a tiny child during the nineties too. I don’t understand why you’re so into this—it’s not like people take babies to clubs…”

Patrick stopped when he saw the way Josh’s mouth twitched.

“Are you serious?” Patrick said.

“It was only a couple of times when I was a kid,” Josh explained. “When I was doing children’s theater, the guys took me out in the Castro—it was really fun! Everyone thought I was super-cute.”

Patrick closed his eyes. Sometimes he didn’t know what do with Josh and his free-love-and-condoms childhood.

He felt Josh’s hands on his shoulders, grasping and pressing. What an asshole. Josh knew shoulder rubs were the best way into Patrick’s skinny jeans.

“CeCe Peniston,” Josh whispered, as if he were talking dirty in public. “Crystal Waters. The Real McCoy. Janet Jackson, Patrick.”

Patrick blinked his eyes open and looked up at Josh’s beaming face.

“Okay, I used to think that you were the less gay one in this relationship given that you’ve had, like, a lot of sex with women?” Patrick said. “But I see I was wrong about that.”

“Dance music is for everyone,” Josh informed him. “It’s the universal language.”

“I thought that was math.”

“Make out with me,” Josh blurted out.

Patrick fluttered his eyelashes. “Only because you asked nicely.”

Josh backed Patrick into the door of his room, his body pressed snugly against Patrick’s, and Patrick sucked in a breath. He kissed him hard, no build-up, and Josh’s breathing stuttered. He pushed his hand under Patrick’s shirt, skimming over his stomach and scratching his fingers over Patrick’s nipples.

“Fuck,” Patrick stated, and Josh kissed Patrick’s neck.

“I never want to stop doing this,” Josh breathed, and pushed his hand into Patrick’s pants.

Josh’s fingers were guitar-callused and rough on Patrick’s cock. Patrick’s head fell back against the door as Josh stroked him, his hands grasping at Josh’s ass and squeezing. Josh pressed them more closely together, his hand trapped between them, and Patrick could feel how hard Josh was. Josh bit his lip and tipped his head back, and Patrick ground against him, against his hand and the hardness through his jeans.

“You are a fast learner,” Josh said.

“That’s what they always told me,” Patrick said, and Josh snorted.

Patrick shoved Josh down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him. He made a low sound in his throat when Patrick pushed his hand into Josh’s jeans. He jerked him hard and fast, listening to his breathing get faster. He watched his face, the way Josh’s skin flushed. He leaned down and kissed him, breathing with him, feeling Josh shake, marveling at how he had this much control over him in this moment, that he could make Josh’s body do this.

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