Patrick had a million more questions, but he couldn’t say no to Jason. He closed the distance between them and brought their lips together. Jason moaned, and Patrick took advantage, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Jason responded with that purr he made with his entire body. Patrick pulled him closer, taking more control of the kiss. He felt so perfect in his arms. How had this boy burrowed into his heart so easily?
“I need you . . . please.”
This wasn’t the time to put up barriers. There was no hesitation. Patrick stood up and carried Jason into his bedroom. There would be time to question his decisions later, but right now, he was going to give them both what they’d be denying each other for months.
He placed Jason gently on the mattress on his back, and pointed a finger, implying for him to stay and not move. The flash of desire in his eyes was enough for Patrick to know Jason would do anything he asked. Right now, he just needed to get inside him. He tore his clothes off. Jason didn’t take his eyes off him and licked his lips when Patrick stood naked in front of him.
Patrick got down on his knees and made quick work of Jason’s jeans. He could take his time, but they both needed this, and there would be other opportunities for that because after this he wasn’t letting Jason go. Patrick was greeted with a festive jockstrap, which he couldn’t help but chuckle at. Once he’d discarded Jason’s jeans, he buried his face in his crotch and breathed him in. Patrick pulled down the front of the jock, and Jason’s hard cock slapped his flat stomach. He licked the length of it a few times before sucking one ofJason’s balls into his mouth, causing him to almost launch off the bed. He sucked one of his fingers before he took Jason down his throat and pressed the wet finger against his entrance.
Jason writhed in pleasure as Patrick’s finger slid inside. He was so warm and tight and would feel amazing around his cock. He doubled down on Jason and pushed his finger in further, finding his prostate and pushing down harder. Jason tried to shout out a warning, but it turned into a scream as his release hit and he came down Patrick’s throat. It was glorious, just like everything about Jason.
Patrick released Jason’s cock from his mouth and looked up at him. His eyes were closed in pleasure as he came down from his orgasm, but Patrick wasn’t done with him yet. He gripped Jason’s legs and flipped him over, which caused him to make an adorable squeal.
“Take your top off and relax.”
Jason complied, and Patrick wasted no time diving into that perfect arse and tongue fucking him. He was so receptive and eager to please. Such a good boy. Patrick couldn’t resist smacking Jason’s right cheek. He squeaked, and then moaned, so he did the same with the other before getting back to opening him up, ready for Patrick to give him everything he needed.
Patrick grabbed the lube and a condom. He slicked up his fingers and slid two in straight away. Jason was desperate for him. Even though he’d just come, he was begging Patrick to fuck him, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
“Roll onto your back.”
Jason hesitated.
“I want to see your eyes when I make you mine, boy.”
Patrick saw Jason’s body shudder before he turned over. He looked so vulnerable. Patrick kissed Jason again, exploring his mouth with his tongue. He had three fingers inside him now, and Jason was whining for more.
He positioned himself between Jason’s legs and rolled the condom down his length. They were always a struggle to get on given how thick he was, but he didn’t want to waste any more time. He’d have loved to take him bare, but they needed to have a conversation before that happened.
Patrick positioned his cock against Jason’s hole and kissed him again. He pushed the head inside him, and Jason moaned into his mouth as Patrick pushed past the first ring of muscle.
“More!” Jason begged.
Patrick pushed in further, taking it slow. He didn’t want to hurt him, but Jason had other ideas. He hooked his ankles behind Patrick’s arse and pulled him forward until he was fully seated. God, he felt like absolute perfection. It was like they were made for each other. Patrick gave a roll of his hips.
“Oh yes . . . give it to me . . . please.”
Patrick pulled back so only the tip was still inside, and snapped his hips hard. Jason let out a noise that sounded like a growl and attacked Patrick’s face with his mouth. He thrust in again, Jason moving his own hips so they connected hard and deep. For the next few minutes, all he could hear was the sound of flesh slapping together, messy kisses, and moans of pleasure from both of them.
Patrick kissed Jason’s neck, biting him just below the collarbone, marking him. He was getting close, but he didn’t want to come yet. Not until he’d drawn another orgasm out of Jason. He leaned back so he was practically kneeling, and continued to drill into Jason. His whole body was flushed red, and he was glistening with sweat. Patrick gripped Jason’s cock, which was hard again and dripping with precome.
“Come for me, boy.”
Jason practically arched off the bed as his second orgasm hit. His hole tightened around Patrick’s cock and that was enough for him to fly off the edge. He cried out as he was hit with such incredible pleasure that he could no longer controlhis thrusts, and he continued to fuck Jason, wanting to wring every bit of pleasure out of this stunning boy.
Once they’d both started breathing normally again, Patrick pulled out, missing the connection immediately. He flopped down next to Jason and pulled him into his arms, not caring about the mess between them. He’d clean them up in a minute. Patrick needed his boy close to him. No matter what had driven Jason to his door today, he’d protect him and keep him safe. If that meant going up against Grant Kincaid, then that’s what he’d do.
For the next two days, they ate food, made love, and slept in each other’s arms. Jason was the most receptive lover Patrick had ever had. He couldn’t compare him to George, and he never would. They were both very different. Patrick liked to take control in bed, but Jason already knew how to get what he wanted. He had Patrick wrapped around his little finger, and he loved it.
After he’d cleaned them up on Christmas Day, Patrick had insisted Jason let Charlie know where he was. Then it had just been the two of them. Patrick wouldn’t be working unless something big blew up. He wanted to be with Jason undisturbed, so it would need to be big to tear him away. They still hadn’t talked about anything they needed to. What had happened to Jason before he came here? What were they now? He didn’t want to break their bubble, but it couldn’t wait much longer.
It was over breakfast when Jason made the first move.
“Are your parents still alive?”
“I’m not that old, boy.”
He laughed. “That’s not what I meant. It’s just I’ve never heard you talk about them.”
