"That would be a shame, as I believe saints have to be celibate," Mac teased, running a hand over Patrick's back and pulling him closer for another kiss.
It was easy to stop thinking when a gorgeous young man was kissing you, and Mac did exactly that for about a half a minute, before thoughts of Colin intruded again. "I'm giving it my best shot tonight," he said, managing a grin. "I just need some more Scotch, and someone to fuck. I don't think I'll have any trouble finding either of this things here."
He laughed, and bit Patrick's neck lightly. "You're no one's stereotypical anything," he said. He grinned when Patrick patted his stomach, knowing there was nothing there except hard muscle. He might have to spend twice as long in a gym as he did when he was Patrick's age, but he still had the body of a man ten years younger. "No one wants to think of their parents having sex, but rest assured that Cal is okay."