Jono’s mouth was warm on his, heat bleeding between them as Jono crowded him against the wall. Patrick let him, let Jono slide one leg between his, one hard thigh riding up high to rub against Patrick’s cock. He ground down against the pressure, cock hardening almost instantly, ignoring the discomfort of his empty holster digging into the small of his back.
It’d been months since the last time he’d had sex, and Patrick gasped against Jono’s mouth when warm fingers yanked at his belt buckle, tugging him up a little on the balls of his feet. He got his own hands on Jono’s belt, and between the two of them, they got their jeans undone as Patrick rode Jono’s thigh without shame. The grinding pressure was exquisite and everything Patrick wanted right at that moment.