Josh disentangled himself from the covers and climbed onto Patrick’s bed, making Patrick yelp. He straddled him, using his hands in the darkness to feel where Patrick’s body was.
“You’re a terrible person,” Patrick gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t had fantasies about this,” Josh whispered. “When you were a teenager, did you think about it? Lying in this bed, jerking off? Wishing some boy was here with you, sliding his hand into your pants—”
Josh mirrored his words with his hands, pushing under the waistband of Patrick’s pajama pants to feel him, hot and hardening under his fingers. Patrick’s breath hitched, and his hips came off the bed.