"Poor you," he said with a small grin. "Over the fucking around, I mean, not about the amount of work. I have my priorities right.
I'm not worrying," he said, kissing Patrick again and reaching over to open the night stand and reach for the lube. "I figure if you've not been fucking around, you must have been wanking off a whole lot. Although apparently not... Maybe I should worry," he joked as he coated two fingers with lube and pushed one and then both inside, opening up Patrick up coupled with fleeting touches against his prostate.
"And," he said, biting softly at Patrick's jaw. "You'll do a lot more than lie back and think of England. You're not that tired if you can get it up."