“There’s more to our relationship than sex, you know.”
“I know that, sweetie, but if I had a husband, I’d be wanting the D every night.”
“I have a boyfriend. You’re the one with a husband,” Charlie whispered.
“I know, and whenever he was home, he delivered the goods.”
“Every night?”
Jason nodded. Grant might have been an arsehole at the end, but the one thing Jason would never fault him for was the man knew how to fuck. It hadn’t been as often towards the end, but that didn’t make the story as interesting. Grant liked to take control as well, but it differed from what Patrick had done to him. That had felt too intimate, which was what had freaked him out, but he loved cuddles so had stayed untilmorning. Patrick had been such an amazing big spoon. Jason smiled, thinking about their night together.
“You’re not fantasising about your ex, are you?” asked Charlie.
“Of course not. I was thinking about Daddy.”
“Patrick?”
“Who else would I be talking about?”
“I never know with you.”
“Cheek. I haven’t been with anyone else since Pride night.”
Charlie looked dumbstruck. Jason couldn’t help but laugh, but before he could respond, the server came over for their drinks order. He was fit, probably mid-thirties. He had the beard and muscles vibe going on and looked Middle Eastern. Jason found Arabic men hot, but then he found lots of men hot. His bedroom was the most inclusive place in the world. Everyone was welcome, apart from women. They were strictly in the friend zone. He came out of the womb wearing a feather boa. There was no “discovering himself” phase. At a young age, he knew he wasn’t just gay, but a mega bottom as well. He’d topped someone once and couldn’t even stay hard. The server looked Jason up and down, making his interest clear, but Patrick was the only man he wanted right now.
“Wow. It’s true,” said Charlie.
“What?”
“You’re in love.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” scoffed Jason.
“I’ve never seen you like this over a guy. You have heart eyes.”
Jason scowled at Charlie, but there was no heat in it. He felt something for Patrick, but it wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. Jason had only been in love once, and this was different somehow.
“Are you two together, then?”
“No, we’re just friends.”
“Friends who fuck!”
Jason felt himself getting red. Luckily, that was the moment their drinks arrived– unfortunately not delivered by the hot Arab guy. He would have been a welcome distraction from the look of scrutiny he was getting from Charlie.
“Come on, spill,” Charlie demanded.
“We haven’t fucked . . . yet.”
Charlie’s eyes widened. “So what happened on Pride night?”
“He gave me the most intense orgasm of my life with just his fingers and tongue, and . . . he wouldn’t let me touch myself.”
“Fuck! That’s hot. He’s definitely a daddy then.”
“No doubt, but it’d be full time with him.”
“How do you feel about that?”
