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The whiskey had helped calm Patrick’s nerves after Stevie and Jake left. He thought a little more might do the same for what’d come next. “Refill?”
“Pass. I don’t want to risk my performance tonight,” David shimmied.
“Right.” Patrick said quizzically.
David rolled his eyes. “Whiskey dick, Patrick.”
“Oh. Oh!” Patrick ran a hand through his hair. “I never put that together I guess. I already—I mean, before now I struggled with—”
David stopped him with a soft kiss and then nipped at Patrick’s earlobe. “I guarantee you’ll never struggle with that again, baby.”
Patrick shuddered. “No, David. I won’t.”