PATRICK
Why was he doing this?
Patrick was in his forties. He hadn’t been a fan of Gay Pride when he was in his twenties. He loved the representation and that people could express themselves openly, but the crowds were a lot. Sebastian had dragged him along, as Charlie was out with his brothers, and he’d never done the London event. Why he wanted to push through this mass sea of toned bodies was a mystery, but here they were. Sebastian seemed like he was on a mission as they pushed through the crowd at Mickey’s. They appeared to be heading to the VIP lounge – thank fuck!
Once they were through the door, the music was quieter, but the place was still busier than normal. It looked like every table was occupied, and it was only when he looked in the direction Sebastian travelled that Patrick realised he’d been set up.
“You fucker!”
“Just a coincidence,” said Sebastian with a smile.
In the corner was Charlie, with all his friends – or brothers, as he referred to them. The only one missing was the grumpy looking one with the tattoos, who gave off majordaddy vibes himself. Patrick hadn’t met all the brothers before, but could tell who was who from the way Sebastian had described them. Gregory was the guy with the glasses. He was a successful tech entrepreneur and gave a quiet confidence vibe, despite presenting as a nerd. The exceptionally good looking man, with the most intense and kind blue eyes, must be Paolo. He was the sort of man who most straight men would turn for, after a few drinks, and for one night, and probably be envied by their rugby friends. Patrick could see the appeal, but he was focussed solely on one man. Blond, beautiful, and with a vulnerability that Patrick could see even if others couldn’t. It called to him, and he wanted to scoop Jason up in his arms immediately and keep him safe.
Over the last three months he’d been tempted to reach out to Jason many times, but it had to be him who made the first move. Life had been busy, but Jason had never been far from his thoughts. Patrick had even had a couple of hookups, but nothing scratched the itch. The first time had felt strange because he hadn’t been with anyone but George for over a decade, but it was just tension relief. There was no pull for more in the way there was with a certain sassy blond. Jason was it for him, but Patrick knew he’d only get one shot at it, so he had to be careful. Sebastian trying to be helpful in moving things along would achieve the complete opposite.
Jason glanced up as they walked over, and looked surprised to see Patrick, but soon had a smile on his face. Patrick knew it was his mask, but he smiled back anyway, hoping he’d get the real Jason before the night was over.
“Come and sit next to me, Daddy Patrick.”
Patrick groaned. Jason using that honorific was making it harder for Patrick to keep calm. He glared at Sebastian, who had an amused look on his face. He glimpsed him and Charlie share a look and knew immediately they’d planned this between them.
Patrick took the seat next to Jason. They were in a booth,so it was a tight squeeze with six of them. Patrick and Sebastian weren’t small guys. Jason climbed onto Patrick’s lap and his cock went hard instantly. He tried to adjust his stance, so it wasn’t obvious, but Jason wriggled his arse, making him even harder.
“Ooh, are you pleased to see me, Daddy?”
“You don’t have permission to use that name with me, brat.”
“Are you going to spank me,Daddy?”
He looked at the others, who were all watching them with amused expressions on their faces. Patrick should push Jason off him, but he loved having him close. He just wasn’t sure he’d be able to control himself if Jason kept rubbing against his dick, and he knew that. He knew that once he gave in and took Jason to bed, one night wouldn’t be enough, but unless things had changed in the last three months, Jason wasn’t there yet.
“You didn’t call me so I could take you out for dinner.”
“I’m sure you could feed me just what I wanted without us going on a date.”
Sebastian snorted. Patrick was going to get him back for this.
“You know my terms, Jason.”
He pouted, which was adorable, but Patrick had to be strong. This little minx knew exactly what he was doing.
“But it’s my birthday, Daddy. I was looking forward to you giving me somethinglargeto celebrate.”
“It’s your birthday today?”
“Yesterday, but I’m still celebrating.”
An idea was forming in Patrick’s head. It was risky, and he could end up getting hurt, but he knew Jason wouldn’t bite unless Patrick showed him how well he could take care of him.
“Oh, well, that changes things a bit,” he said, teasing him.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Why don’t let me buy you a drink first?”
“Vodka, lime, and soda please, Daddy. Make it a large.”
Patrick looked into his eyes; they were glassy. He was drunk, but not too far gone yet. If Patrick was going to take him back to the flat, he wanted him compos mentis.
