"I'm not worried about us either." The sly smirk crossed his lips and his fingers moved back up to twine in Patrick's hair. "If she tries it, I will take care of your Dad." That was all he could do really. There had hardly been a time when he couldn't remember Adrian as a best mate. There were very few real friends. He would figure it out and keep Patrick in his bed.
"No, you aren't going anywhere but to my room," he said, looking down when Patrick opened his trousers. Patrick's shirt fell open and his hands moved around his tight abs to his waist. "I am going to make those three showers quite worth it." It was obvious in the way he said it that he didn't like it, but the kiss he gave him was as intense as always, even more so, backing him down the corridor towards his room.