“What’s he got on you?”
“Not on me. It’s er . . . it’s a story regarding someone in the public eye. He’s given me an exclusive, but if I don’t do something for him, he’ll share it with all my competitors.”
“Let me guess. He wants you to break up with Jason.”
“How did you know that?”
“I know Grant, and he regards Jason as his property. He wants it back.”
“Jason should be able to make his own decisions about who he wants to be with.”
“We know that, but you’re dealing with a man who won’t take no for an answer. He’d have no problem breaking your legs or putting you in the ground.”
“Thank you for that, Langdon. Makes me feel so much better.”
“You’re the one who started asking questions.”
“Patrick, what are you doing here?”
Patrick swung round, and his heart skipped. Jason looked tired, but he was still as beautiful as ever.
“I wanted to see you.”
“I said I’d call you when I was ready to talk.”
Jason didn’t sound angry; he sounded tired. But there was also resignation in his tone, like he was expecting what Patrick was going to say to him.
“I can go...” The last thing he would do was risk pushing Jason away.
“No,” he sighed. “We may as well get this over with.”
“Jason. I’m not here to break up with you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“You’re not?” There was hope in his voice.
“Come here,” he said, opening his arms.
Jason rushed towards him, and Patrick wrapped his arms around his boy. He smelled so good, and it felt right to have him back where he belonged.
“On that note, I’m getting out of here,” said Langdon. “Please don’t fuck on the kitchen counter. We all have to eat off it.”
“No promises,” said Jason with a muffled chuckle.
Langdon walked round to them and leaned forward, kissing Jason on the head. The brotherly affection was clear. He smiled at Patrick, but there was a clear warning in his eyes– don’t fuck with my brother!
Patrick pulled Jason close to him and enjoyed the moment. Once the door had closed, Jason pulled at Patrick’s fly, and his cock instantly hardened.
“I need you, Daddy.”
Patrick lifted Jason up before things got too heated and carried him into his bedroom. He tossed him on the bed, which made him giggle, but the heat in his eyes was giving one message– Patrick needed to claim his boy back. They could talk about everything later. Right now, they needed this connection.
This was going to be a quick and dirty fuck, so Patrick didn’t waste any time with niceties.
“Take your clothes off and get your hole ready for me.”
Jason’s face lit up as he peeled off his sweats, T-shirt, and underwear. He was hard, and his body flushed. Patrick tore off his own layers, wanting to get skin-on-skin contact as soon as possible. Jason had grabbed a bottle of lube from under hispillow. What had he been doing the last few days when he was alone? Patrick would have fun asking him about that later.
Jason started prepping himself with two fingers, moaning loudly, like he always did. Patrick watched him for a while, his own cock twitching. Unable to wait any longer he moved forward and pulled Jason’s fingers out of his hole.
