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“Okay, but no funny business.”
    “Cross my heart.” Patrick makes the motion, his blue eyes tired and sincere.
    Will unbuckles and kneels on the patterned hotel-room carpet, leaning over the bed. He works his pants and underwear down over his hips, aware of the soft duvet pressing against his hot cheek as he squirms to expose his ass without dropping his pants all the way.
    Patrick has retrieved a pair of thin surgical gloves from his bag along with a penlight. “Relax. I’ll just have a look.” His voice sounds a little shaky, but he puts on the gloves and kneels behind Will. “I’m going to need you to hold your glutes apart, okay?” he says softly.
    “Sure,” Will agrees, but his voice squeaks.
    “Then there’ll be a soft touch once I can get a look, just to make sure I don’t feel any distension,” Patrick murmurs, and Will swallows, squeezing his eyes closed as his cock starts to rush with blood.
    They don’t speak as Will spreads his ass cheeks and Patrick leans in to look at his hole. Will’s stomach flutters and he’s lightheaded. The hangover and a sharp rush of arousal lend a fuzzy lack of reality as he squeezes his eyes shut.
    Patrick’s gloved finger is gentle on his sensitive pucker, and Will inhales sharply. There’s a breathless moment when Will knows they’re probably both remembering Will making that sound last night. Then Patrick pulls away. “You look fine. Just a little puffy and tender. Nothing a good night’s rest won’t cure.”
    Will releases his hold on his ass and looks over his shoulder. Patrick’s usually pale skin is a little flushed, and he doesn’t meet Will’s eye as he snaps the gloves off and tosses them in the trashcan. He glances at his watch. “You need to eat some good carbs and protein before bed, though.”
    Will stays on his stomach for a few seconds, hoping his erection isn’t obvious when he shifts back over and fixes his pants. Relieved to see it isn’t, he takes calming breaths as Patrick puts the stethoscope and penlight back in his bag.
    Patrick starts on the buttons of his shirt. “Call room service or raid the snack bar here. And test your blood sugar. After that, we should hit the hay. You can call your sweet, little, mafia-connected Granny tomorrow.”
    After Patrick disappears into the bathroom, Will tests his blood sugar. It’s surprisingly decent given the way it’s been behaving all day. Then he pulls a pre-packaged ham and cheese sandwich out of the mini fridge. He calculates the carbs, does the algebra for his insulin dose, and sticks himself. He’s started to shuck his clothes when Patrick comes out in boxer-briefs, a t-shirt, and smelling like toothpaste and the hotel’s soap. “Patrick?”
    “Mmm.”
    Will grabs pajama pants from his suitcase and yanks them on over his boxers. He’d normally remove his undies, but Patrick is observing him closely. He pulls on a comfortable T-shirt. “Even if my grandmother can help us, we aren’t going to have this resolved tomorrow. Or even this week.”
    “I know.”
    Will sits on the sofa. “So, do you mind if we get to know each other a little? Since we’ll have to be in close quarters and pretend to be in love, it’d be good to know something, wouldn’t it?”
    Patrick shrugs. “I guess it wouldn’t actually kill me to know more about you. What the hell? Sure.”
    Will’s surprised by a laugh that works its way through the tightness in his chest. “Great. And I want to learn about you too.”
    Patrick frowns and looks away. “I’m a neurosurgeon. That’s all there is to tell.”
    Will pulls Patrick toward the sofa. “Come on, I let you check out my asshole. You can open up for me a little too, can’t you?”
    “Are you propositioning me? If so, the answer’s yes.”
    Will ignores that. “Let’s talk. Can you trust me?”
    “What do you want to know?”
    “Where you’re from, your parents’ names, what your childhood was like, your hobbies and interests. A little bit