No Sacrifice

by Grace R. Duncan

  Rhys tilted his head and bit at Patrick’s neck, then kissed the side of his face. “I know,” he whispered. “Feels good to me too. So good, Patrick.”

  Patrick lost track for a moment, of time, of the studio. All he could seem to focus on was Rhys and how it all felt. He finally came back to himself when Rhys let go of his hand. Though a few seconds later, he fought with the loud moan when Rhys wrapped the hand around Patrick’s cock.

  He’d been expecting it. He should have been prepared, because with no sheet in the way, Rhys couldn’t really fake it. Not well. So the hand Rhys had on him was firm. And when Rhys started stroking him, Patrick knew getting through this without orgasming was going to be a very close thing.

  But he was determined. Chance’s face flashed through his mind, and it strengthened his resolve.

  So when Rhys moaned into Patrick’s skin, Patrick steeled himself against it. He moved his own hand down to Rhys’s hip where it was supposed to be for the end of the scene and brought to mind all the rehearsal he’d done to be able to fake an orgasm.

  Even when Rhys whispered, “Close,” in his ear, he held onto that determination. He would get through this.

  Though if he did manage to get through without coming, he was going to have a major problem. He could only hope Chance wouldn’t care about that and just be happy he managed to keep from doing anything else.

  Rhys’s hand moved a little faster, and Patrick could feel the fight going on in his friend. Rhys’s ragged breathing, the slight shake in his hand, the quietest of moans. Patrick knew Rhys didn’t have much longer.

  Patrick tilted his head up, focused his mind on Nadir, on the expression he wanted, and forced his face into it. “Now,” he groaned, hoping to all hell Jack would take it and cut the scene before it was too late.

  But before Jack said anything, Rhys grunted, bit down on Patrick’s shoulder, and Patrick felt Rhys’s dick twitch hard. The hand around Patrick’s cock tightened, and Patrick squeezed his eyes shut to fight to keep the pleasure from sending him over the edge.

  “Oh God, oh fuck, Patrick,” Rhys groaned into his skin, shuddering against him. Patrick felt a splash against his leg, and then Rhys finally let go of Patrick’s cock and went limp against him.

  Apparently oblivious to what actually happened, Jack called, “And cut! Beautiful! Let’s take a break.”

  Patrick lay there a few seconds, stunned that he’d managed it. He’d effectively faked his orgasm enough to fool Jack. His cock was still almost painfully hard, but he’d managed to avoid coming.

  When Rhys pulled away, Patrick gathered his wits and turned to look at his friend. “Rhys?”

  Rhys, still panting in the aftermath of his orgasm, smiled up at him—it was huge and the honest one—but he didn’t seem upset, for which Patrick was grateful. “Thank you. I know you didn’t mean to give it to me, but… I’m glad you did. So, thank you.” He leaned in and kissed Patrick on the cheek.

  Patrick blinked at him. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head, at a loss.

  “It’s okay. Really. Now go to him.” He nodded.

  Patrick frowned and swallowed. “I… okay. Thank you.”

  “Go!” Rhys said, waving at him.

  With another look at his friend, Patrick shoved the confusion away, snatched up his robe, and nearly flew off the set.

  Chapter 26

  Just as he had the last two times, Chance was waiting right on the other side of the wall. Patrick turned the corner and was in Chance’s arms only a few seconds later. He groaned when his hard cock ground into Chance, and his boyfriend raised an eyebrow.

  Patrick looked up and nodded. “I did it. I faked it!”

  Chance blinked at him. “You did?” Patrick nodded again. “Is that why…?”

  With another nod, Patrick frowned, cheeks coloring. “I’m sorry. I… I tried not to—”

  Chance put a finger over his lips. “It’s okay.” He leaned down, dropped a kiss on Patrick’s cheek, then asked in Patrick’s ear, “How about you just let me reap the benefits of you getting so worked up?”

  Patrick’s cock jumped at the tone of voice. It was that one, the one Chance knew was guaranteed to make Patrick nuts. “Ohhh.” Patrick looked up. “You… don’t mind? Because I don’t think that’s going anywhere for a while, otherwise.”

  “Oh fuck, no, I don’t mind, baby. Come on. Let’s go back to your dressing room, though. I’m not doing it here.”

  Patrick chuckled and took Chance’s hand. “I don’t want to either.”

  Despite nearly running the whole way, by the time they got back to his dressing room, he’d started to calm down, his erection waning. But before Patrick could wonder if Chance would change his mind, he’d pushed Patrick against the door. The kiss was so hard, Patrick was back to being seriously aroused all over again, his cock filling incredibly fast. He moaned, bucking against Chance, who reached into Patrick’s robe, and within a few strokes, had him back to rock hard and nearly desperate.

  “Fuck,” Patrick murmured.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Chance fixed his mouth to Patrick’s neck, tugging on the tie to his robe. “God, baby,” Chance groaned. “Want you naked, now.”

  Patrick shrugged the robe off and tugged at Chance’s T-shirt, pulling it over his head and tossed it aside. Chance started to move in again, but Patrick dove in, biting and nipping at Chance’s naked chest. He dropped his hand, cupped Chance’s hardening cock, and stroked it through denim.

  But before Patrick could do too much, Chance dropped to his knees and swallowed Patrick in one fluid move. “Fuck!” Patrick pushed through gritted teeth. Patrick stared down at Chance as he pulled almost all the way off, then swallowed again, all while working open the button and zipper on his jeans.

  It felt so fucking good, Patrick was sorely tempted to let Chance suck him to orgasm. But when Chance started stroking his own cock, head bobbing with purpose, Patrick cobbled together a few brain cells and forced out, “Stop.” He wanted, needed, something else, something more.

  Chance pulled off and looked up, eyebrows raised.

  Patrick took Chance’s hand and tugged until his lover stood. He caught Chance’s lips in a full kiss, and when he pulled back, met the blue eyes. “Want more, need you.”

  “Uh, but….”

  Patrick held up a finger and hurried over to the chair he kept his clothes on. He scrambled to dig through the pockets, finally holding up the tiny bottle he’d been looking for. “I took to carrying it a while ago. Just… you know.” Patrick shrugged, face heating. “Just in case.”

  Chance grinned, crossing the room to him. “I like the way you think, baby.”

  “Uh, but… I don’t have a condom.” Chance frowned and opened his mouth, but Patrick put a finger over his lips. “I don’t want one,” he whispered. “I want to feel you. Want you to….” He looked away, unable to meet Chance’s eyes, his cheeks turning red. “Want you to fill me… claim me. I know it’s silly, not very—”

  “Shh. I don’t care if someone somewhere thinks it’s silly. I don’t, baby.” He kissed Patrick’s temple, tugging Patrick tight against him. Chance’s hard cock brushed against his hip. “That’s fuckin’ hot, is what it is. And it’s exactly what I want to do.”

  Patrick felt the heat fade and looked up into his lover’s eyes. “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  “Even though we haven’t….”

  “I think we both know the results we’re going to get when we go back to the clinic. I’m not worried about it.” Chance tilted Patrick’s chin up and caught his lips in another of those brain-scrambling kisses, then danced Patrick over to the couch, unwilling to break the kiss.

  When they stopped, Patrick fought with Chance’s jeans, pushing them over his hips, still not stopping the kiss. It wasn’t until he needed to work open the bottle that they broke apart. He focused on dumping lube into his hand, then went back to kissing as he coated Chance’s cock thoroughly. “Need you inside me,” he murmured, patience waning, turn
ing around and kneeling on the couch.

  He watched a little impatiently as Chance kicked off shoes and jeans, then finally knelt on the couch behind him. Their eyes stayed locked to each other as Chance got into place and lined up. But before he pushed in, he bent over, kissing Patrick’s shoulder, then face. “I love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you,” Patrick replied. His eyes slid closed when Chance moved, pushing in and slowly filling him. “Oh God, Chance,” he murmured. “That’s… holy fuck, that’s good.”

  “Fuck, yeah.” Chance’s words shook, and Patrick looked back to see an expression on Chance’s face that could only be described as pure bliss. “Didn’t….” He paused to pant when he was buried completely. “Didn’t think it’d feel that good. Fuck, baby.”

  Patrick reached up, cupping Chance’s face, and Chance leaned in and kissed him. Patrick moaned, thrilling in the feel of Chance’s naked cock inside him. It did feel different, the skin-on-skin contact more incredible, more marked than he would have thought. Maybe part of that was the psychological aspect.

  Not that he really cared why it felt so good. It just did. And he struggled with how good it felt, tried to gather a bit of his sanity.

  They stayed like that for a long moment, faces close, Chance’s hands tight on Patrick’s hips, cock buried deep. Finally, Chance pulled back slowly and thrust forward again, taking his time. Patrick moaned, dropping his head and biting his lip. He rocked his hips, pushing back, meeting Chance, and when Chance was all the way in again, was treated to another moan. Patrick flexed his muscles, savoring the incredible sensations, thrilling in being filled by Chance.

  “So fuckin’ deep,” Chance murmured, pausing again, obviously struggling for breath.

  Patrick reached back, gripped Chance’s hip, then pushed himself up to sit back with his lover. He looked over his shoulder and dropped a kiss on Chance’s lips. Then he rolled his hips, pulling off and then sinking back down again, dragging another loud groan from Chance and sending his own senses into near overload when Chance brushed his prostate.

  Chance squeezed his hips, and together they started moving. Patrick lost himself in pleasure, in the sounds he pulled from Chance. He let his own sounds out, louder than he probably should in the dressing room, but he couldn’t care.

  He reached up with his free hand, threading his fingers through Chance’s hair, doing his damnedest to keep his hand off his cock so he didn’t end it too soon. “God, Chance… so good.” In fact, it felt too good. After all the stimulation earlier, the newness of going without the condom, all of it—it was too much. Patrick was surprised to feel himself heading toward orgasm despite not touching his cock.

  “Yes,” Chance moaned, moving a little faster. He shifted, and Patrick bit his lip to hold in the shout because Chance caught his prostate again, and this time, he kept it up, hitting it on most thrusts.

  “Oh… oh fuck, Chance, too… I’m….” Patrick babbled, trying desperately to scrabble around for some kind of control, but his balls were tightening, despite his best efforts. The hand he had buried in Chance’s hair flexed, dragging a grunt from his lover, and he fought hard against the pleasure that was taking over too quickly.

  “I know, me… too… fuck,” Chance groaned. He thrust even faster, a little harder, and Patrick knew if he didn’t do something, he’d give in, wrap his hand around his cock, and go off in about three strokes.

  So Patrick pulled off, turned around, and lay back. Chance blinked at him, and Patrick reached out, pulling on Chance’s hand. “Want to see you,” he murmured, and understanding cleared Chance’s face.

  “You bet, baby.” He settled in, pushed back inside Patrick, and took one of Patrick’s hands, threading their fingers together, and pinned it above their heads—one of their favorite things to do when they made love.

  Chance leaned in and caught Patrick’s lips in a long kiss. When he pulled back, there was a fierce look behind the blue eyes that made Patrick feel incredibly good. He returned it, putting his own possessive glint into his look. In response Chance pulled back and thrust hard, and they both moaned. Chance started moving again, hard and fast, and Patrick’s eyes slammed closed at how good it felt.

  Because the change of position didn’t do what Patrick had hoped. It still felt too good, and though he kept his hand on Chance and off himself, he could feel himself getting close to orgasm. “Fuck, a ghrá,” he managed.

  Chance shifted again, sitting up without letting go of Patrick’s hand, and Patrick was struck by just how gorgeous Chance was right then. His eyes were squeezed closed, head thrown back, face twisted in pleasure. Chance reached out with his free hand, wrapped it around Patrick’s cock, and stroked it.

  Patrick was so focused on Chance’s face, in fact, that when Chance thrust hard the next time, hitting his prostate way too perfectly and tightening his hand at the exact same time, all three things together created the perfect storm, and he went over the edge. The orgasm surprised him, hitting him hard. “Oh, fuck!” he shouted as the climax tore through him.

  Chance continued thrusting, hitting Patrick’s prostate, drawing the pleasure out, making it last. Chance’s eyes flew open, and he stared as Patrick’s cum sprayed both of them. It must have been just enough to push Chance over the edge, because his thrusts turned erratic. Chance growled out a “Mine” as he unloaded his balls into Patrick, their eyes locked on each other. A thrill shot up Patrick’s spine, and he was sure it was his imagination, but he could have sworn he felt the cum filling him as Chance’s cock twitched hard inside him.

  When it was over, Chance slumped forward. Patrick caught his lips, kissing him thoroughly, trying to show just what that had meant to him, what he felt. Just as he’d asked, he felt claimed, felt the possessiveness in the way Chance had taken him. And he’d loved it. “Thank you,” he whispered.

  “No, thank you. God, baby, that was incredible.” He leaned up and brushed his fingers over Patrick’s cheek.

  Patrick bit his lip. “I liked the ‘mine.’” He blushed and dropped his gaze to Chance’s chest.

  Chance lifted his chin until he was looking up again. “I liked doing it.” He leaned down, kissed Patrick softly, then smiled. “I could get used to leaving my load in your ass.”

  Patrick’s ass twitched around Chance’s still semihard cock, and he moaned. “Fuck, a ghrá. You’re going to turn me on again.”

  Chance grinned. “Just wait until you leave one in mine.”

  Patrick groaned. “I can’t wait.” He let his hand trail down Chance’s back and squeezed one asscheek.

  “I’ve never before, you know,” he whispered.

  Patrick’s eyes widened. “Never?”

  Chance shook his head. “No. Never. Never had anyone I’d want to take the risk with. You’re worth it.”

  Patrick’s heart pounded, and he caught Chance’s lips again, unable to resist the need to kiss, to show how much that meant to him. “I love you. So much.”

  “I love you too, baby.” Chance returned the kiss, then pulled back. “We better get up. Chrissy’s—”

  Just then, a knock sounded. Patrick grinned, and he and Chance said, at the same time, “Chrissy.”

  “Patrick!” Chrissy called through the door. “Open up!”

  “Coming!” Patrick called, making Chance snort.

  “You already did,” Chance murmured as he eased out of Patrick and stood up, holding his hand out.

  Patrick laughed. “Indeed.” He took Chance’s hand, standing up. He opened his mouth to speak when Chrissy pounded on the door. Chance snatched up his jeans and underwear and disappeared into the bathroom, snickers trailing behind him. Patrick grabbed his robe and pulled it on, then finally opened the door.

  “Took you long enough—” Chrissy stopped, eyes widening. She looked around at the clothes still scattered on the floor, then sniffed and turned back to Patrick, who raised his eyebrows. “Oh, uh… sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

  Patrick snickered. “You’re ju
st sorry you missed it.”

  He barely evaded the slap as he escaped into the bathroom. “Hurry up!” Chrissy called. “But, uh, clean yourself first. You smell.”

  Patrick and Chance both laughed, then leaned in and kissed. “Mmm, don’t clean up too well,” Chance murmured, and Patrick grinned.

  “Nope. Not that it’ll stay for long, but….” He shrugged. “I like having it there.”

  Chance cupped his cheek. “I liked putting it there. I’ll let you get cleaned up.”

  “Thanks.” Patrick kissed Chance again. “I love you.”

  “Love you too, baby.” With another kiss he was gone, and Patrick turned to get clean.

  Chance growled at the reflection in the mirror, yanked the tie loose, and started over. Again. He hated tying ties on the best of days. Patrick had told him they could go without, but Chance knew just how important tonight was, and he was determined to look his absolute best.

  He wrapped the tie, pulled it up and over, but just as he was tucking it in, his phone rang and he pulled the wrong way. With a sigh he fished the phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. Frowning, he hit the green button, then the speaker phone, and set it down. “Hi, Mama.” Chance pulled his tie loose and started all over again.

  “Hi, baby. What’s that?”

  “Speaker, Mama. How are you?” Chance yanked on the tie again, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then wrapped it once more.

  “I’m good, baby. What are you doing? You sound mad.”

  “Trying to tie my tie,” Chance said, frowning. He was getting closer, but it still wasn’t right, and he started over. Again. “I hate ties.”

  “Well, then why on Earth are you wearing one?”

  “Patrick and I are going out to dinner,” Chance answered, adjusting the knot.

  “Oh! Is it a special occasion? Where are you going?”

  He tilted his head, considering the knot, and decided it was as good as it was going to get. He picked up the phone and hit the speaker button to turn it off. “It’s called Madeo. It’s this little Italian place down in Hollywood. It’s a late birthday for me, and it’s our anniversary. Well, sort of. We met just over a year ago today.” Chance kept back the other two things they were celebrating: Patrick finally being done with the sex scenes for the season, and the negative results they’d both gotten at the clinic earlier that day. He didn’t think his mother either needed or wanted to know about those.