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Jonny finishes up watering his indoor plants before venturing outside to tend to his garden. As he slides the backdoor open, he sees Patrick off to the side of the pool, lounging shirtless on a chair with a pair of sunglasses on.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” Jonny asks, eyeing his pale skin.

“Yes, dad,” Patrick says without moving a muscle.

Jonny rolls his eyes and makes his way over to the tomatoes. He smiles to himself as he notices the lushious red color of them. He hasn’t had this good of a batch in years. He fills a basketful and goes over to Patrick to show him.

“Look how good they look,” Jonny says.

Patrick slides the sunglasses off his face and squints at the basket and then up at Jonny’s beaming smile. “You look proud.”

Jonny sits on the chair next to him. “I am.”

“Of how good you are at growing tomatoes?” Patrick clarifies.

“Yes,” Jonny replies.

Patrick smiles at him and shakes his head before sliding the glasses back in place and leaning back to face the sun. They sit in a comfortable silence, despite what happened the night before. If Patrick’s not going to mention it, neither is Jonny. They agreed they were on the same page so there isn’t really anything to talk about.

The thing is though, Jonny still hasn’t gotten laid - not by Patrick, and not by any random guy off of Grinder- so he still has a dick craving. He allows himself to peak a look at Patrick’s body, sweat glistening his abs and his nipples standing at attention as always.

“Like what you see?” Patrick asks without moving.

Jonny looks up at his eyes, he’s still wearing glasses and looking up. What a confident little shit.

“I’m not looking at you if that’s what you’re talking about,” Jonny replies.

“I can feel your eyes on me, Jonny. Don’t know why you try so hard to fight your attraction to me,” Patrick says. He trails a hand over his own chest, lightly rubbing over his left nipple.

Jonny doesn’t know what to say to that. They already discussed this ad nauseum at this point. There are boundaries and Patrick really loves crossing them. But his phone starts ringing and saves him from replying.

He pulls it out of his pocket and sees that it’s his mom calling and tucks it back in. When he looks up, Patrick’s watching him, glasses off and an eyebrow raised.

His phone pings with a text notification. Jonny slips it out of his pocket halfway to see it’s his Dad asking him to call them back. His phone rings again.

“Somebody’s needy,” Patrick says, smile faltering.

“It’s just my parents,” Jonny explains. Patrick’s shoulders relax at that and his smile picks up.

At this point Jonny can safely assume Patrick has feelings for him. How much of that is lust and how much is genuine? He doesn’t know, but he’s definitely in the same boat, has been for months.

“You’re not supposed to ignore family, Jonny,” Patrick says. “That’s fucked up.”

“We have a...complicated relationship. They know about the whole porn thing and it’s just uncomfortable talking to them knowing that they know I fucked dudes on camera for a living.”

Patrick shifts to his side to face Jonny. “Have they ever given you shit for it? Ever said they disapprove or pressured you to quit?

Jonny shakes his head. “No, they were confused and worried at first. They thought I had financial troubles but it’s just what I wanted to do at the time and I was good at it. They understood quickly that they couldn’t control what I chose to do, but even so, I just feel weird when I talk to them.”

“Even after you’ve quit?” Patrick asks.

“I haven’t really talked to them since I quit. Just a few quick hello calls that I quickly bow out of but nothing too long,” Jonny explains.

“That’s fucked up, dude. You’re parents just want to talk to you, it’s not like they’re judging you for your career choice. Do you know how lucky you are? And what, you’re just going to let your relationship with them deteriorate because it makes you uncomfortable?”

Jonny traces the outline of his phone through his pocket. “When you put it like that…”

“I think you should just get over the awkwardness,” Patrick suggests. “The first few conversations might be uncomfortable for you but after a while you’ll get used to it. And you quit porn so it’s not like they’re going to be bringing it up. Don’t take your parents for granted, man. A lot of people out there would give anything to have parents let alone ones that so cared for them.”

Jonny sighs and pulls his phone out. “Now you’re just making me feel like shit.”

Patrick shrugs and lays back down on the lounge chair as Jonny calls his mom.

“Jonathan?” his mom answers the call, surprised.

“Hi maman,” Jonny answers.

“How are you, dear?”

“I’m doing good. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to talk lately. Things have been busy at the gym,” Jonny explains, watching Patrick’s lips quirk.

“Oh, that’s alright, honey,” she says. “We understand.”

His mom puts him on speakerphone so his dad can listen and he talks to them for a while about the gym and what the transition has been like, all while keeping an eye on Patrick and the stupid facial expressions he has for every single thing Jonny says.

“Son, now I know you’ve been busy with everything, but why call now? What brought this on suddenly?” his dad asks.

“Oh, well. I have this, um, friend. He kind of made me realize that I should appreciate you both more. Not that I didn’t but I think I’ve been taking you for granted. It’s always been hard talking to you knowing what you know about what I did. But I’m trying to get past that. I don’t want to lose my relationship with you both,” Jonny explains.

“What’s this friend’s name?” his mom asks. “I’ll have to write him a thank you note.” Knowing his mother, Jonny wouldn’t be surprised if she actually did.

“His name is Patrick,” Jonny answers, as Patrick turns to face him with a grin.

“Tell us more about this Patrick,” his mom prys.

“He’s studying to be a doctor,” Jonny starts. “He can be feisty, but it’s more cute than intimidating since he’s short.”

Patrick slips his glasses off and glares at Jonny. Feisty? Patrick mouths.

“Go on,” his dad pipes in.

“He’s kind, funny, smart,” Jonny says, rolling his eyes as Patrick preens at every description of him. “I don’t know what else to say, maman.”

“I can hear the fondness you have for him in your voice, Jonathan,” his mom says. “Is he just a friend?”

“Maman,” Jonny groans, flustered as Patrick perks up even more proving that he can hear his parent’s through the phone. “Of course! He’s only 21.”

Patrick jolts up from his chair and comes over to straddle Jonny’s lap, hands pushing into Jonny’s hair.

“Oh, that’s younger than I expected,” his mom says. “But you know, honey. You can’t put an age on love.”

“Don’t limit yourself, son,” his dad chimes in.

Patrick grins and tilts Jonny’s face to the side so he can mouth along his neck. “Okay, sure. Listen, I have to go. I promise to come visit soon, or you guys can come down and see me?”

“Oh, yes!” his mom exclaims. “That’d be wonderful.”

“Just let us know when you’re free,” his dad says.

“I will. Bye,” Jonny hangs up before he can hear their response and shoves Patrick off his lap.

“How many times are we going to have this talk?” Jonny asks, adjusting his hardening cock.

“In my defense,” Patrick starts, “the end goal of that wasn’t to get to your dick?”

“No?” Jonny asks, lifting an eyebrow.

“Nope. It was to make you all embarrassed and flustered as you talked to them.”

“That’s all kinds of fucked up, Patrick,” Jonny says, standing. “And still a violation of-”

“Boundaries,” Patrick finishes for him. “I know, I know. If I have to hear that word one more time I will jump you.”

Jonny rolls his eyes and makes his way back to their house. He tries not to think about how he started referring to the house as theirs and not his.



Patrick’s winding down his workout at the gym. He hits up the front desk to buy a smoothie and makes small talk with Duncs.

“Aren’t finals coming up soon? Don’t you have studying to do?” Seabs asks, jumping into their conversation after he gets back from helping a client.

Seabs is technically right, as April comes to an end, he does have finals to study for, but Patrick’s more concerned with his MCAT coming up in a few weeks. He’s already been working on his personal statement but with how much taking the MCAT costs, he better do well the first time around.

“Why? Sick of seeing my beautiful face around?” Patrick asks.

“Nah, more like sick of seeing Jonny pining from afar. He doesn’t get any work done when you’re in and then we fall behind for the day,” Seabs explains.

Patrick grins at them. “That’s not my problem.”

“Patrick?” he hears from behind him. He turns to see Jonny walking towards them with a rather handsome and familiar looking guy in tow.

“So this is the illustrious Patrick?” the guy asks.

Jonny rolls his eyes. “Sharpy, this is Patrick. Patrick, this is Patrick Sharp. He used to own the gym.”

“Oh, right,” Patrick says, realizing that’s why he looks familiar. He’s heard the name from Jonny a few times before too. He holds his hand out for Sharp to shake. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Sharp replies with a smirk, shaking Patrick’s hand. Patrick notices Jonny’s taut frame and lets his hand linger before pulling back. “Call me Sharpy.”

“Got some unfinished business?” Patrick asks, licking his lips and staring into Sharpy’s piercing blue eyes.

“Not really. My wife and I thought we’d have a barbecue this Saturday. It’s been a while since all of us and our significant others hung out. I came by to personally invite Jonny and dumb and dumber over here,” Sharpy says, nodding at Seabs and Duncs.

“Fuck you,” Duncs grunts.

Sharpy laughs in response and turns to Patrick with a twinkle in his eye. “Why don’t you come along too. I’ve heard a lot about you from Jonny. It’d be great to get to know you more.”

“No!” Jonny blurts. “Uh, he’s got studying to do. Finals are coming up.”

Patrick glares at him with no heat. He’s reveling in how easy it is to make Jonny jealous. “I can answer for myself,” he says, turning his attention to Sharpy. “I’d love to come. Is there anything you’d like me to bring? I make a killer cheesecake.”

Sharpy grins and looks between Jonny’s frowning face and Patrick’s eager expression. “You don’t have to bring anything, but I won’t say no to cheesecake.”

“Great!” Patrick exclaims.

“Great!” Jonny imitates, rolling his eyes.

Sharpy laughs and says his goodbyes before leaving. Patrick follows after Jonny who makes his way to his office.

“Why don’t you want me to go?” he asks. “Do I embarrass you?”

“What?” Jonny asks, surprised. “Of course not. Sharpy’s the one who embararasses me. He’s a nuisance and he’s not going to leave you alone now.”

“Why not?” Patrick asks, curious.

“Because,” Jonny starts, putting his hands on his hip. “Because he knows how much you...mean to me.”

Patrick grins at his reply. “And how much do I mean to you, Jonny?” he asks, licking his lips.

Jonny plops down in his desk chair and points at the door. “Out.”

“But Jonny-”

“Get out!” Jonny hisses, trying to sound intimidating but ruining it by laughing at Patrick’s pouting. “Oh, and Patrick?”

Patrick stops halfway out of his office. “Yes?”

“He’s married. In case you didn’t hear him mention his wife earlier,” Jonny points out.

Patrick touches the tip of his tongue to his front teeth, smiling wide. “Aw, man. Bummer. He’s hot.”

Jonny’s jaw clenches as he stares at Patrick. It only relaxes once Patrick starts laughing at the ridiculous situation they’re in.

“You don’t get to be jealous,” Patrick says. “You don’t want me, remember?”

Jonny rolls his eyes and points to his door again. “Out.”

Patrick does as told, but not before shouting, “Wait until I tell Sharpy you were jealous of him!”



“Jonny!” Abby exclaims, walking over to where him and Patrick just strolled through the gate in their backyard.

“Hey, Abby,” Jonny replies. “This is Patrick. Patrick, this is Sharpy’s wife, Abby.”

Jonny looks around the backyard as Abby hugs Patrick. Jonny’s met Abby and the kids along with Duncs and Seabs families at gatherings before, but it’s been a while since he’s seen them all in one place.

“We’re so happy to finally meet Jonny’s boyfriend. From what Sharpy says, he talks about you a lot and you two look so cute together!” Abby says, clapping her hands in excitement.

“Oh, we’re not together,” Jonny corrects her.

“You’re not?” she asks, looking at Jonny and then Patrick.

“Not for the lack of trying,” Patrick says, winking.

Abby laughs. “Well, even so, we’re happy to meet someone Jonny cares so much about. Sorry in advance of everyone, they can get a bit chaotic when they’re all together and the kids too.”

Patrick smiles at her and follows as she leads them through her backyard and towards everyone else who is gathered around the patio table.

After introductions, Jonny settles into a chair next to Seabs’ wife, Dayna, and Patrick.

“What’s it like owning the gym?” Duncs’ girlfriend, Alexandra, asks Jonny.

“It’s great! It was a little stressful at first, but things have settled down now,” he answers.

“Well, with these two around, I can only imagine how stressful it was,” Dayna says, motioning to her husband and Duncs.

“We’ve been extremely helpful actually,” Seabs says. “It’s Patrick who had him stressed.”

“Me?” Patrick asks, pretending to sound offended.

“Jonny just stares at him when he’s in the gym and when he’s not, it’s always ‘Patrick this’ and ‘Patrick that’,” Duncs chimes in.

Patrick smirks at Jonny. “Is that true?”

Jonny rolls his eyes and shoves Patrick’s face away with his hand. “Of course it’s not.”

“It’s not like Patrick’s any better,” Seabs comments. “When he comes in, he just stays on the machines that have a direct view into Jonny’s office.”

“Oh, and he’s always lifting his shirt to wipe at imaginary sweat,” Duncs says, laughing.

“It’s real sweat!” Patrick exclaims, straightening his back. “And you guys are the actual ridiculous ones if you notice things like this.”

Everyone laughs at them as Sharpy chimes in and backs up Duncs and Seabs’ earlier claims about Jonny always talking about Patrick.

Jonny groans and looks over at Patrick to refute Sharpy’s claims only to see Patrick already staring at him, eyes soft and lips turned up in a slow smile.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Jonny whispers to him.

“You like me,” Patrick states, feigning astonishment.

Jonny can’t help but smile back. “No, I don’t.”

Patrick grins at him and turns his attention back to everyone else.

“So how long have you been together?” Dayna asks, gesturing at the two of them.

“We’re not together,” Jonny responds at the same time as Patrick says, “A few months.”

Jonny turns and glares at Patrick. “We’re not together,” Jonny repeats. “But we technically met back in October.”

Dayna smiles knowingly and nods. “I see. Well, maybe you should give it a go? I’ve never seen a couple with more chemistry than you two.”

Patrick chuckles at that. “You don’t know the half of it,” he says, eyes twinkling at Jonny.

An hour later, Jonny goes to grab a beer for him and Patrick but when he comes back outside, he sees Patrick being chased around the yard by Sharpy’s two girls as the rest of the kids laugh and point.

Patrick lets himself get caught, causing all the kids to tackle him and pile on. When he eventually crawls out from under them, he walks over to Jonny and takes the beer from him.

“Fuck, I really needed this,” he says before sipping.

“You’re good with them,” Jonny comments.

“I have three younger sisters, I’ve had practice,” Patrick explains.

Duncs’ kid, Colton, rushes up to Patrick and tugs at his pants. “Patrick! Patrick! We’re going to play hide and seek. Come play with us!”

Patrick bends down to get to face level with Colton. “Sorry, bud. I can’t this round, but I got a great hiding place for you.”

Colton lights up at that. Patrick leans over and whispers the idea to him. Colton bolts back to the other kids after listening and waits until Maddy starts counting before rushing off.

Patrick stands up and looks over at Jonny with a raised eyebrow. “Do you want kids?”

Jonny nods. “Of course, but I have to meet the right guy first.”

“And if you don’t?” Patrick asks.

“Then maybe I’ll adopt a kid on my own,” Jonny answers with a shrug. “What about you? I’m assuming you want kids?”

“It’s definitely in my future, but I don’t think I can be a single dad anytime soon with med school coming and then actually being a doctor,” Patrick says. “It wouldn’t be fair for the kid if I was never around.”

Jonny nods in understanding. “You’d be a great dad,” he comments.

“You think so?” Patrick asks, looking vulnerable and shy for once.

“Yes,” Jonny says, reaching over and squeezing his shoulder.

“I forgot to ask,” Patrick starts. “Do they know about me?”

“What do you mean?” Jonny asks.

“Does everyone here know about how we really met? About my stint in porn?”

“Only Sharpy,” Jonny replies. “We’ve been friends for a while and I might have ranted to him about you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” Patrick says.

“Are you sure?” Jonny asks. Judging by the way Patrick acted when they filmed together months ago, Jonny would have assumed he wouldn’t want a single person to know.

“Yeah.” Patrick shrugs. “He seems like a good person and if he’s not judging you then it’s no big deal.”

Jonny stares after him as he returns back to the table for dinner. He’s surprised Patrick’s okay with Sharpy knowing. Patrick’s also told Vinnie and Ryan so Jonny guesses he’s not as secretive of his short time in porn as he used to be, but telling a few people is a lot different then the whole world.

He follows Patrick to the patio and listens to the conversation. Everyone asks Patrick questions about himself throughout the night and a big part of Jonny warms at how easily Patrick gets along with his friends. It doesn’t mean anything in the end. They’re not dating, but it’s still nice to see.

“Have you taken your MCATs yet?” Alexandra asks. “I have a cousin who’s doing pre-med too. She’s always studying when I see her.”

Patricks. “Yeah, it’s brutal. My test is actually in a few weeks.”

“And then you apply to med schools?” Seabs asks.

“Yup, I should get my scores back in June and if they’re good, I start applying,” Patrick answers. Jonny knows he’ll do well. The kid is some sort genius. Patrick barely has to look at his notes to do well in his classes, and he’s been studying for the MCAT for months, there’s no way he’ll bomb it.

“Do you know what school you’d like to attend?” Dayna asks.

Patrick shrugs. “Not really. I’d like to stay in the area but I’m willing to attend any school that’ll accept me.”

“That’s going to be a lot of schools,” Jonny states proudly. “You’ll have your pick, Pat.”

“Shut up,” Patrick mumbles, bashfully.

“Have you found any promising apartments?” Sharpy asks Patrick.

“I did actually,” Patrick responds. “There are a few that I’ve looked into, but there’s one in particular that’s still in this area and not too far from school. It’s shockingly affordable and doesn’t require a roommate.”

Jonny’s brows furrow as he turns to Patrick, confused. “You’ve been looking at places?”

Patrick looks back in equal confusion. “Yeah? It’s been a few months now, I think I’ve outstayed my welcome.”

“Well, if the apartment you’re looking into doesn’t work out, there are a few complexes around here that always have vacancy signs up front. You should check those out too,” Sharpy suggests.

“Yeah? Can you write down the names for me? I’ll look into them just in case.”

Jonny didn’t realize Patrick’s been apartment hunting all this time. He knows he offered Patrick a place to stay temporarily but he didn’t actually sit and think about what temporary meant. He’s been too caught up in all things Patrick recently to think about the fact that this wasn’t a forever thing.

Jonny sits through the rest of the dinner silently contemplating why Patrick wants to move out and what he did that’s driving him to leave.



“It looks good,” Vinnie comments after looking around Patrick’s soon to be apartment. “Small, but good.”

“Well, it is a studio apartment,” Patrick says.

“I have the lease ready for you to sign whenever you want,” the landlord of the building says. “You can take it home and read through it.”

Patrick accepts the large envelope the landlord holds out to him. “Thanks, I will.”

After saying their goodbyes, they head down to Patrick’s car. He didn’t expect to find a place and move out so quick, but he’s happy the opportunity came up. At the Sharp’s barbeque, Sharpy cornered him and told him exactly why Jonny quit porn.

“He probably told you it’s because he’s old, but really he did it to save you from yourself,” Sharpy said.

“What does that even mean?” Patrick asked, confused.

“He thought people would eventually figure out who you are. He mentioned how worried you were about porn impacting your career, but you wouldn’t quit because you needed the money. So he made the decision for you,” Sharpy explained. “He cares about you, Patrick.”

“Why didn’t he just tell me that?” Patrick asked.

“Maybe he thought you’d be mad? I don’t know,” Sharpy replied. “You two have something special. I wouldn't let it slip away if I were you.”

Patrick heeded his advice and called up the landlord of the apartment he thought was the most promising. The faster he moved out, the faster he could be with Jonny.

“I thought things were going well with Jonny,” Vinnie says once they’re on the road.

“They are,” Patrick says.

“So then why move out? Is he making you?”

“Nah, I think it’s for the best,” Patrick says. “Besides, he thinks it’s immoral or something for us to be together if he’s my landlord.”

“Ah, so you’re moving out so you can get laid?” Vinnie asks, laughing.

“It’s not like that with Jonny,” Patrick admits. “It’s more than just getting laid.”

“Oh no,” Vinnie gasps. “You caught feelings?”

“Shut up, asshole.” Patrick reaches over smacks his shoulder. “You’re one to talk. How are things with Ryan?”

Vinnie’s laughter dies down and the smile on his face falters at the mention of his best friend. “After the shit you pulled when you came to pick up your stuff? The usual, I guess. We pretended you didn’t say anything and carried on.”

“So there’s still sexual tension there?”

Vinnie shrugs. “He’s been seeing someone for a few weeks now.”

“The same someone?” Patrick asks, surprised.

“The same someone,” Vinnie confirms.

Patrick looks over to see Vinnie forlornly staring out of the window. “But does he still do things that make it seem like he’s into you?”

“I wouldn’t really know,” Vinnie says. “He’s barely around these days. Always hanging out with Meg.”

Patrick sighs. “I’m sorry, buddy.”

Vinnie shrugs. “I just want things to be normal between us again, you know? Even if it means we’re just friends.”

“Talk to him?” Patrick suggests.

“I’m going to have to if he keeps avoiding me,” Vinnie says as they pull into his apartment complex.

“Thanks for coming with me to check the place out,” Patrick says. “Let me know how things go with Ryan.”

“No problem and I will.” Vinnie gets out of the car but pokes his head back in and says, “Good luck with Jonny.”

Patrick smiles as a reply. Once he reads through the leasing terms, signs it, and puts down a deposit, Jonny will no longer be his landlord and nothing will be in the way of them being together.


Patrick finds Jonny in his office when he gets back. “I’ve got some good news,” he says, dropping the envelope on his desk.

Jonny tears his eyes away from his laptop and blinks at Patrick before picking up the envelope and pulling the lease out. He glares at the papers and flips through to the back.

“I’m moving out,” Patrick explains. “The place I found isn’t too far from here. It’s a one bedroom apartment but it’s affordable.”

Jonny hands back the lease. “Are you going to sign it?”

“After I read through it,” Patrick says.

“You can take your time, you know that right? There’s no rush to move out,” Jonny reassures him.

“There is for me,” Patrick says, leaning over the desk and placing his hand over Jonny’s. “I want you.”

Jonny jerks his hand away and looks at him confused.

“I won’t be living here anymore, which means you won’t feel like you’re taking advantage of me,” Patrick explains.

“That’s not-,” Jonny starts before sighing. “We still can’t have sex.”

“Sex?” Patrick repeats. “That’s not what this is about.”

“What is this about then?” Jonny asks, eyes locking with Patrick’s.

“Go out with me,” Patrick suggests. “I want to date you.”

“I can’t,” Jonny replies with a frown.

“Why not? What’s stopping you?” Patrick asks, trying to keep himself from sounding like he’s panicking which he is. “Is it because you don’t want anything serious? Is it the age difference?”

“No, it’s not that. We just can’t be a thing, okay? I’ve been telling you for weeks to get that idea out of your mind. It’s not going to happen,” Jonny states before leaving the office.

Patrick trails after him for answers. “You like me!” he accuses. “I don’t get what the problem is.”

“Patrick,” Jonny says sounding dejected once they reach his room. “It’s not that easy.”

“Then talk to me. I think I deserve to know why you don’t want to give us a chance,” Patrick says, hands on his hips.

Jonny nods in understanding. “Fine. It’s because I don’t want you wrapped up in my old life, okay? I was a porn star, Patrick. And a popular one at that. My face is recognizable to a lot of people. What happens when you introduce me to your friends and someone knows who I am? What happens when your family googles my name and comes across my videos? It might not seem like something that could happen but you never know. Are you prepared to take that risk?”

Patrick glares at him in annoyance. “Do you really think I didn’t think about that? Do you think I just dive head first into a relationship without considering consequences?”

“So then why do you want me?” Jonny asks, throwing his hands into the air. “What if someone finds my more recent videos and figures out you’re the blurred out blond in them? Then what, huh?”

“Then I tell them the truth,” Patrick says, calmly. “I’m not ashamed of you or what we did, okay? I need you to understand that, Jonny. I’m not ashamed of you.”

Jonny gives him a sad smile before slowly sitting down on his bed. “We could never post anything about each other on social media. I have a decent following and they’d easily be able to figure out you were in those videos.”

“Then what was the point of asking me to move in when you don’t want me to be associated with you?” Patrick asks, confused. “If you’re trying to keep me away from the industry then why ask me to move in?”

“I missed you,” Jonny mumbles, staring at the floor. “I wanted to help you, but I didn’t really think you’d go through with it.”

“You didn’t even want me here?” Patrick asks, voice sounding small. He doesn’t give Jonny any time to respond, stomping away and down the hall to his own room. If Jonny really wanted to be with him he’d be fighting as much as Patrick is. It’s obvious his feelings for Patrick aren’t as strong as Patrick’s feelings for him. The best thing right now is for Patrick to move out and move on.

He grabs his empty suitcase from his closet and starts tossing his things in without any order. He’s muttering about Jonny’s selfishness when he knocks gently on the open door.

“What?” Patrick asks, emptying his underwear drawer into the suitcase.

“I’m sorry, okay? That’s not what I meant, of course I wanted you here. I want you here, Patrick,” Jonny pleads.

“I’m sensing a ‘but’,” Patrick mumbles.

“But, I don’t want to be the reason your career falls apart in the future. I don’t want you to resent me,” Jonny explains. “I do like you, more than I should probably, but I can’t erase my past. You were so afraid of what would happen if someone found out back when we were shooting the scenes. We got into fights because of it. I didn’t understand back then but I get it now. I don’t want to jeopardize your future as a doctor.”

“That’s why you quit, right?” Patrick asks. “Sharpy told me you quit to protect me.”

“It was getting too risky. You needed the money too much to quit on your own,” Jonny explains.

“That was my decision to make,” Patrick hisses. “I didn’t need your protection just like I don’t need it now. I want you and you want me, I don’t care about the risks or consequences anymore.”

“You’re working so hard for your career, I won’t get in between that,” Jonny says, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Well, I’ve changed my mind on things. I don’t care if people find out. Like I said, I’m not ashamed of you or what we did. I’ll just have to work extra hard to prove myself. Hospitals won’t turn me down because of my short stint in porn or my ex-porn star boyfriend if I have impeccable grades and do great in rotations.

“Boyfriend?” Jonny asks, cracking a smile.

“I love you, you fucking idiot,” Patrick says, walking over to him and placing his arms around Jonny’s neck.

“Patrick,” Jonny says, softly. “You need to think about-”

Patrick tugs Jonny down and kisses him before he can finish. He licks at Jonny’s bottom lip, probing his mouth open to slip his tongue inside. Patrick moans as Jonny’s hands travel down Patrick’s back, settling on his butt where they squeeze and pull apart his cheeks.

Patrick pulls away long enough to tug his shirt off and unbuckle Jonny’s pants.

“Wait,” Jonny says, stepping back and putting space between them. “Are you sure? You’re prepared for what this means?”

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I’m not ashamed of you or what we did. Do you want me to call my parents right now and tell them? Because I can-”

Jonny lunges and tackles him to the bed before capturing his lips in a hard bruising kiss. “I love you too,” he whispers into Patrick’s mouth before sliding his tongue against Patrick’s.

Patrick moans, slipping his hands between them to tug both his and Jonny’s pants off. Jonny rolls off him for a second to help free each other of clothes before rolling back and devouring in his mouth. One of his hands closes around Patrick’s leaking cock while the other caresses his face.

Patrick hisses at the contact. Not only has he not had sex with Jonny in months, he hasn’t had sex in general. “I want you to fuck me,” Patrick says once Jonny pulls away to suck his way down Patrick’s chest. “Skip the blow job or else I won’t make it.”

Jonny smiles up at him devilishly. “You know there’s no limit on orgasms right?”

“Fuck. Me. Now,” Patrick demands.

“Are you sure?” Jonny asks.

“It’s different now. We’re not on camera and we aren’t strangers anymore, Jonny,” Patrick answers. “So yes, I’m sure.”

Jonny licks a long strip up Patrick’s cock before gently sucking on the head. When Patrick groans, he kisses the tip and crawls back up. “As you wish,” he says before reaching over to the bedside table for a condom and lube.

“I don’t have any condoms,” Patrick says as Jonny rummages around and only finds lube.

Jonny smiles at him. “Been waiting for me?”

“I love you,” Patrick says, shyly. He surges and pecks Jonny’s lips.

Jonny grins like a madman at him, eyes glazed as they travel down Patrick’s naked body. “Be right back,” he says before rushing off to retrieve the supplies from his room.

Patrick makes himself comfortable on his bed and starts fingering himself to get things moving. Jonny groans when he walks back in and sees him spread out. He slaps Patrick’s hand away and bends down to replace Patrick’s fingers with his tongue.

“Fuck,” Patrick mumbles as Jonny’s tongue licks at his hole and starts pushing inside of him, all warm and wet. “Jonny, goddammit.”

Jonny pulls away and grins up at Patrick. “One day I’m going to make you come just from my tongue alone.”

Patrick makes an incomprehensible noise and tugs Jonny closer to him. “I want you in me, baby,” he whispers into Jonny’s ear.

Jonny opens the bottle of lube and squeezes a fair amount onto his finger. He traces Patrick’s hole before slowly pushing in. “Fuck, so tight.” He works a second finger in and starts stretching Patrick out by scissoring them inside. “I can’t believe I finally get to do this.”

“I’m good, I’m good,” Patrick reassures him. “Get in me.”

Jonny does as told and slips his fingers out. He rips open the condom packet and slips it onto his hard, pink, leaking cock. After lubing up, he lets his cock catch on Patrick’s hole, eyes gazing into Patrick’s, looking for reassurance.

Patrick has no patience and instead of encouraging Jonny, he grabs Jonny by the ass and tugs him forward so he sinks right into Patrick.

“You’re a fucking menace,” Jonny hisses. He’s bottomed out in Patrick and waits for Patrick to adjust before slowly rocking in and out of him. “So hot for me. So good, Pat.”

“Mmm,” Patrick moans. “Harder.”

Jonny nips at Patrick’s jaw and thrusts faster and deeper into Patrick. With one hand he grabs Patrick’s and threads their fingers together, with the other he rubs against Patrick’s nipple, pinching the bud. “I remember how sensitive you are here,” Jonny says, bending down to suck on it.

Patrick whines and thrashes around. Jonny trails his free hand down and wraps it around Patrick’s cock. He starts jacking Patrick off while fucking him.

“I’m close,” Patrick mumbles against Jonny’s cheek. Jonny’s close too so he hammers even faster into Patrick, balls slapping against his ass. “Come in me, Jonny. Come.”

Jonny’s body convulses at Patrick’s demand. He comes just as Patrick releases himself in Jonny’s hand, hot come pulsing over his fist.

“That was embarrassingly fast,” Patrick says, biting his lip. Jonny holds the condom in place as he slips his softening cock out of Patrick. He leans down and kisses Patrick before getting up to get something to clean themselves with.

When he comes back with a wet towel, Patrick’s grinning at him, eyes glazed.

“What?” Jonny asks as he starts cleaning them up. He gently rubs the towel against Patrick’s hole, making sure to wipe all of the lube away.

“I’ve been dreaming of that for months,” Patrick admits.

“And? Did it live up to your fantasies?” Jonny asks, tossing the towel on the ground next to his side of the bed.

“Mhm.” Patrick worms his way into Jonny’s hold and lays his head on his chest. His phone buzzes and he reaches over to the nightstand to see a text from Vinnie. When he swipes it open, he sees it’s a picture of Vinnie and Ryan kissing.

Vinnie: apparently Meg never existed

Patrick laughs and shows Jonny the picture. “Guess they finally got together.”

“Finally,” Jonny whispers, pulling Patrick back to him.

Patrick kisses Jonny’s pec before looking up at him through his long lashes. “I know you think I’m probably going to regret being with you or that this isn’t going to end well.” Jonny tenses, convincing Patrick he assumed correctly. “We were drawn to each other, Jonny. From the moment I saw you walk into that room for your scene, I knew I needed you in my life. I think in some weird fucked up way we were supposed to find each other in the universe.”

“You think we would have found each other eventually if you didn’t take that job as a fluffer?” Jonny asks.

“Yeah, it was inevitable,” Patrick replies. Jonny relaxes at his words, tugging Patrick even closer and placing a kiss on his temple. “At least this way we have hot professional sex tapes of us that we can watch back.”

Jonny huffs out a laugh. “You’ll stay here, right?”

Patrick shakes his head. “I think it’s best if I move out. Take things slow and actually date, you know?”

Jonny raises an eyebrow. “Slow?” he asks, rubbing a finger against Patrick’s hole. “You call this slow?”

Patrick whimpers at the touch. “I waited eight months for you to fuck me. Slow starting tomorrow,” he says. “Woo me, Jonny.”

“Yes, Dr. Kane, whatever you say.”


Epilogue (8 months later)


Jonny’s finishing up a training session with a client when Seabs walks over.

“What’s up?” Jonny asks.

“I don’t know, man. Your boy came rushing in here demanding to see you. He’s looking all frantic,” Seabs explains.

Jonny’s heart beats with worry. “Where is he?”

“I told him to wait in your office until you were done,” Seabs replies.

Jonny doesn’t bother to respond, running over to his office instead. The moment he flings his office door open, Patrick pulls him in and pushes him against the wall where no one can see them.

“Patrick?” Jonny asks, confused. “What’s going on? Seabs said you were frantic and asking for me?”

Patrick wraps his arms around Jonny’s waist and squeezes tight. “I did it,” he whispers, softly.

“Did what?” Jonny asks.

“I got accepted,” Patrick answers. He pulls away slightly to pull out a paper from his back pocket. “Look,” he says, thrusting it into Jonny’s hands.

Once Jonny’s done scanning the letter, he pulls Patrick back into an embrace and drops kisses on every part of Patrick’s body he can see. “I’m so proud of you, Pat,” he says, kissing Patrick’s neck. “You got into U of C! Fucking Pritzker!”

Patrick pulls away from where he’s resting his head against Jonny’s chest to look up at him. “I did,” he says shyly.

“I knew you would, I fucking knew it. You’re so smart and charming and...fuck. I love you so much, I’m so goddamn proud to call you my boyfriend,” Jonny rambles.

“I love you too,” Patrick says, surging up to crush Jonny’s lips to his. “I couldn’t have done it without you! You’re the best supportive sugar daddy I’ve ever had!”

Jonny huffs. “You’ve only had one. And hey! I’m not a sugar daddy,” he grumbles.

“It sounds sexy if we pretend you are,” Patrick reminds Jonny. He loves telling people that that’s their relationship, it’s like a weird kink of his.

Jonny rolls his eyes and looks down at Patrick. “Seriously, I’m so so proud of you.”

“This time next year, I’ll be in my first year of MED SCHOOL AT PRITZKER!” Patrick shouts in excitement.

Jonny laughs at his enthusiasm but stops when he remembers something. “Wait, what about Duke? You said you’d decide when you heard back from both.”

Patrick blushes and ducks his head. “I lied,” he responds. “I just wanted to get into Pritzker but I knew you’d think I wanted to get in because it meant I’d stay here for you so I just pretended Duke was equally as important to me.”

Jonny frowns. “Are you sure it’s not because of me? Not to sound like a narcissist, but-”

“It’s not because of you,” Patrick interrupts. “Well not entirely. It’s a great med school and Chicago is where all of my friends are, it’s where my life is.”

“But if Duke is better for you, if you fit there better, than maybe you should consider-”

“It’s not,” Patrick interrupts again. “You know how much research I’ve done. Pritzker is where I want to be, trust me.”

Jonny puts his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, but I’m just saying. If Duke accepted you and if you wanted to go, I’d come with you.”

Patrick narrows his eyes and tilts his head. “You would?”

Jonny shrugs. “I’d follow you anywhere.”

Patrick swoons. “You’re such a smooth talker,” he sighs. “I scored such a babe.”

“I’m serious,” Jonny says, struggling to put on a serious face.

“I know you are, but we aren’t going anywhere,” Patrick assures him. “We’re staying in Illinois because I GOT ACCEPTED TO FUCKING PRITZKER!”

Jonny laughs. “How are we going to celebrate?” he asks, wagging his eyebrows.

Patrick leans up to kiss him again. “I have to call my parents and tell them, then maybe we can order in and you can fuck me until I can’t walk?”

Jonny shudders against Patrick and starts groping him in an effort to find his phone. “Start now, fuck where’s your phone, call them!”

Patrick laughs into Jonny’s shoulder. “You’re crazy.”

“Only about you.”