“What would be the point of going to gay mecca when we’re all in relationships?” asked Charlie.
It was a fair point. On their first visit to Gran Canaria, Jason had walked around with his pants by his ankles for most of the week. It had been wall-to-wall cock. But the wedding was in March, and the Canary Islands were the only place close by that could guarantee some sun at this time of year. It would only be a weekend, so they couldn’t do long haul.
“Isn’t Sebastian going to New York for his?” asked Jason
“Yes, because all his friends are there.”
“Patrick isn’t.”
“Patrick’s going with him.”
Jason didn’t know about that. Why hadn’t Patrick said anything to him? Not that he needed to ask permission or anything, but he thought Patrick would have mentioned if he was going to be away for a weekend. With their busy jobs, it was the only time they got to do anything outside the flat. He loved having dinner together, and fucking– which was his favourite– but when Patrick arranged outings for them on the weekends, he loved it. With Charlie and Sebastian’s stags being on different weekends, thatwould be two he wouldn’t be seeing Patrick in the next month.
“It’s okay, Jason,” said Paolo. “Max is going as well, so we can do something that weekend.”
Jason smiled at Paolo being his sweet self as always.
“Look forward to it,” he said, meaning it.
They wrapped up the fitting, and the tailor agreed to make the alterations Jason asked for. He would come back on his own in a week to try it on, which Charlie was happy with. Jason was going to suggest they grab dinner or a drink, but they were all rushing off back to their men. Jason was feeling shitty after another day in the office, feeling like he no longer belonged, so he wasn’t sure he wanted to see Patrick.
Given his low mood, he would just go home and call Patrick later. He needed to hear from his daddy before he went to sleep, but he knew if Patrick saw Jason tonight, he’d be worried. Jason said goodbye to the others. Usually they’d have questioned why Jason was happy to just go home, but they had their own lives now, so were less concerned about what he was doing. It wasn’t far to walk to the flat from their location, so he headed off.
His brain was going a hundred miles an hour as he thought about everything that was going on in his life right now. His home was splintering. Charlie had moved out, Gregory had as good as moved in with Oscar, and Paolo was moving to another country. If Jason and Langdon were the only ones left in that flat, they would kill each other. But, even they were going to want their own place soon as well. Then there was Grant, who felt like a noose around Jason’s neck. He just didn’t know when he was going to pull it tight. Perhaps if he just spoke to him, instead of always being scared. If Grant had wanted Jason dead, it would have happened a long time ago. There was no doubt in his mind, Grant had always known where Jason was. He’d just chosen now to appear back in Jason’s life. Before he could overthinkit, he pulled out his phone and dialled. Grant answered on the second ring.
“This is an unexpected pleasure,” Grant purred down the phone.
That voice used to excite him. Now it made him shudder in fear. He wasn’t sure how it had ever turned him on. The scouse accent was hardly sexy.
“Can we talk?”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Can we talk,please?” he gritted out.
“That’s not what I was thinking. I’ll give you a clue, it starts with a D.”
Jason froze. There was no way he would use that word with him. He might have said it when he was being fucked, like he had with lots of guys, but knowing what a real daddy was like, he wouldn’t call anyone else that again. He decided to be his usual sassy self.
“Dickhead?”
Grant chuckled down the phone. “Blue Lagoon in twenty minutes. Ask for me at the bar. Don’t be late.”
The call ended before he could say anything. He hadn’t expected having to talk to him now, but then that was Grant– he said, and you did. Jason wondered if he should tell one of his brothers where he was going. He didn’t think any of them would handle it well, though, and there was no way he was telling Patrick. He’d tell him afterwards, which would probably get him in trouble. That could mean another spanking, which he wasn’t mad about. The thought of having to speak to Grant on his territory was scary, but knowing he’d have a punishment from his daddy afterwards would be enough of a motivator to get him through whatever tonight was going to bring.
“This place is downmarket, even for you,” said Jason.
Grant chuckled and gestured for Jason to sit down. The goon who’d brought him into this back room had left, so it was just the two of them. He’d been patted down, which was hilarious. Like Jason could ever be a threat to Grant. The Blue Lagoon was essentially a strip club, which was a front for a brothel. He wasn’t sure why Grant was running a place like this. It was never something he’d been involved in before. Gambling, protection, drugs, and guns were more his style. Jason may not have seen his husband for two years, but he’d monitored what he was up to.
“I knew you’d come back to me eventually,” said Grant.
“That’s not what this is.”
“Got a mouth on you now, haven’t you? That’ll be that stepson of mine putting ideas in your head.”
“This has nothing to do with Langdon.”
“Well, it can’t be that old man who was fucking you. I dealt with him the other day.”
