He loved Langdon, but this would need to be a quick drink.
CHAPTER 12
PATRICK
The last month with Jason had been incredible. He stayed over most nights, so it was like he’d moved in, and Patrick wasn’t complaining. He loved Jason being close, as it was easier to keep an eye on him. His boy ran at a hundred miles a minute and never seemed to stop. Patrick had had some understanding of ADHD before he met Jason, but had since done extensive research so he knew how best to support the man he’d already fallen for. Neither of them had said those three little words, and Patrick knew Jason was waiting for him to take the lead, which was right because he was the daddy. The looming presence of Grant Kincaid hung over them, though, and until Jason was free of him, legally, there would always be this feeling of being in limbo. Not that they wanted to get married, that was something they agreed on, but they’d quickly fallen into a domesticated dynamic.
Patrick got rare glimpses of professional Jason, and he loved that side of him, but when they were alone he was pure boy, and Patrick was in charge– allegedly. Jason had Patrick wrapped around his little finger and he knew it, although he loved to relinquish control in the bedroom. And Jason was constantly horny. Patrick hadn’t evenfucked this much in his twenties, but he wasn’t complaining. Recovery time was slower at his age, but less so with Jason. It was impossible not to be permanently hard around him.
The thing Patrick loved the most was that it was Jason who insisted they go on dates as well. Tonight they’d been to the theatre to watchWicked,which Jason had seen a hundred times. Patrick had never been, so apparently that had to be fixed immediately.
“What did you think?” asked Jason, bouncing on his feet as they left the theatre.
“It was cute!” replied Patrick. He was being provocative, but it was fun to tease Jason sometimes.
“Cute?”
“Yeah, cute, you know what I mean.”
Jason stopped and put his hands on his hips, with a glare on his face. He was so fucking adorable when he was pissed off.
“What did you think of the music?”
“Like I said, it was cute. Shall we get going? We have a table booked.”
“Patrick Charles Whitaker, you get here now.” Jason was pointing at the ground in front of him.
He was being full-named, and it was getting harder to keep a straight face, but his boy was still being petulant. They were in public and a few people were giving them looks. Patrick wasn’t embarrassed, as nothing really fazed him, but Jason was being a brat. It was time to remind Jason who was in charge. Patrick may have teased him, but Jason should know by now not to act up in public. It was one of his rules. Patrick walked over and leaned forward to speak in Jason’s ear.
“Jason Alexander Morris,” he said in a low, deep tone. “How about you get your cute arse to the restaurant, or I’ll lock that pretty cock of yours away until Monday.”
Patrick heard his breath hitch and couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You liked the play, didn’t you?”
“Yes, boy. I loved it.”
Jason beamed.
“Now, are you going to move, or do I need you to carry you to the restaurant?”
“You had me worried then. I don’t know if I could have a boyfriend who didn’t like musicals.”
It was Patrick’s turn for his breath to hitch. Jason was oblivious to what he’d just said. It was the first time he’d referred to Patrick in that way. If anyone asked, he’d always said they were “dating” or “seeing each other.” Patrick wasn’t sure why he was excited about being referred to as a “boyfriend” when he was forty-three years old, but it was impossible not to be happy around this amazing boy.
Jason peeled off his clothes as soon as they walked into Patrick’s flat. He was wearing his bright pink jockstrap, showing off those two perfect globes Patrick loved to sink himself between. Tonight, he wanted to try something different if Jason was up for it.
Patrick followed him through to the bedroom. There was an industrial-sized bottle of lube by the bed, which had a pump on it. There was little point in putting it in a drawer, given the amount of time they used it. Jason’s favourite way to be woken up was with Patrick sliding inside him. They’d ditched condoms a week earlier, once they’d been tested for everything. Jason already had two fingers stuffed into his hole. His boy was such a greedy bottom, but he was going to have to wait.
“What are you doing, boy?”
“Daddy, I need you to fuck me unconscious.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“What?”
“Excuse me!”
