“I’ll get you a soft drink.”
“But it’s my birthday weekend,” he said, with that adorable pout.
“I’ll happily buy you a proper drink, but then you won’t be coming back to mine. I need you alert for what I’m going to do to you.”
Jason’s eyes widened, and Patrick felt his body shudder. He’d got him hooked. Now he just had to reel him in.
“I like your new place, Daddy,” said Jason, as they walked into the flat.
Patrick had been here for two months. He had tenants in his house, as the buyer’s mortgage offer had fallen through, and rather than put it back on the market, he’d decided not to rush into selling. There was a letting agent dealing with everything, although Patrick had met the tenants. He hadn’t wanted to inflict some arseholes on his neighbours. He was renting this place for a year, then he’d decide what he was going to do. The mortgage was paid off on his house, and he had cash to buy a new place outright, so there was no pressure for everything to line up.
The flat had come furnished, which suited him. He’d added a few personal bits from his house, but left the rest for the tenants. It was easier than getting rid of things or storing them. The flat was decorated in neutral colours, which suited him. George had liked to be bolder with decoration, but this muted yet modern setup was perfect for Patrick right now.
“Can I get you something to drink?” asked Patrick.
“What have you got?”
“Water, soft drinks, or tea.”
“That’s boring, Daddy. I was thinking of something else.”
Jason walked over to him and dropped to his knees. This boy was going to be the death of him. His hands went to Patrick’s fly, but he eased them away.
“Let me give you a tour.”
“Fine,” said Jason, huffing as he stood up. “But this tour better finish in the bedroom.”
Patrick chuckled. He would finish in the bedroom, but not in the way Jason wanted. The flat was open plan in the living space. It had two bathrooms, including the en suite, and he had the spare bedroom set up as his office. He was unsure if Jason would stay over, but he would sleep on the sofa and give up his bed if needed.
In the bedroom, Jason wasted no time, and was on the bed on all fours in seconds. His jeans were tight and showing off a delectable arse that Patrick could spend hours enjoying, but he wasn’t letting Jason be in control tonight. He wanted to get to know him more.
“Let’s have that drink,” he said, walking out.
“Daddy!” Jason moaned from the bedroom. “Daddy, come and fuck me!”
Patrick deserved a medal for the restraint he was showing right now. He might be a daddy, but he was still human, and the temptation in his bedroom was almost too much to resist, but he needed to be strong for Jason. Patrick knew the boy needed him, he just didn’t realise it yet.
After a minute, Jason walked in. He’d stripped down to wearing a jockstrap, which was bright yellow. Patrick’s mouth went dry and his dick hardened. Jason was beautiful. A smooth body, all compact yet muscular. He’d fit perfectly in Patrick’s arms, and that arse was even better with nothing covering it. He imagined his thick cock sliding in and out of what he knew would be a tight hole, and could feel himself leaking in his trousers. That little tease was heading for aspanking. Picturing those perfect round cheeks reddened from his hand wasn’t doing anything to calm his dick down either.
“Remind me what it is you do for work again.” He knew what Jason did for a living, but it was a safe zone.
“I can see we’re getting to the dirty talk. I work in HR for an insurance company, JenSure.”
They were a big name in the specialty market, and global, so it was a large company.
“What do you do in HR?”
“I’m the head of HR, so I look after the operational side and all the business partners.”
“Do you want to go higher up?”
“Er . . . I suppose . . . maybe . . . eventually.”
Jason looked away, his confidence gone and his usual sassy mask slipping. Something was wrong, and it put Patrick on edge.
“Are you okay, Jason?”
“Yeah . . . er . . . can I get your advice on something? I’d ask my brothers, but I know what they’d say, and I think I need someone who’s neutral.”
