To say sex with Vance was amazing would have been an understatement. The man was everything Patrick ever wanted in a guy and more. Sexy, tall, dominant, yet kind, Patrick just wanted to wrap himself around the guy and keep him forever. Only, there was no forever when it came to one-night stands. Throwing one arm over his face, Patrick let out a sigh. From the bathroom, the sound of the shower turning off reached his ears. In a few moments, Vance would be coming out, and then reality would once more come crashing down on Patrick’s shoulders. Damn, I know it makes me sound like a bastard, but I don’t know how much longer I can be the strong one in our group. I’m so tired, so worn down, I just want to be able to relax and be young, if for only a little while. The door to the bathroom clicked open, and Vance came out, a white towel wrapped around his waist. The color contrasted so nicely with his tan skin that Patrick found himself drooling despite the round of marathon sex they’d just finished.
