The registrar continued with the ceremony. Jason could feel someone watching him, and he knew it was Patrick. After Grant, he didn’t think he’d ever want to get married again, but seeing Charlie and Sebastian declare their love for each other, he knew he wanted that. He wanted to be up there, telling the person he loved they were his hero. He wanted it to be Patrick.
The next few hours were a mix of eating, drinking, and speeches. Jason had drunk one glass of champagne with the toasts, and was now leaning against the bar with a glass of Diet Coke.
“Hello again, cutie,” said a deep voice he hadn’t heard for a few months.
He turned round to be greeted by Ryder Quinn, a fitness model and social media influencer. The guy was sex on a stick, and they’d had a wild night together, but he wasn’t Patrick. Still, he was one of Sebastian’s closest friends, so he would not be rude.
“Hello again, Ryder. How’s all with you?”
“Better, now I’m talking to you.”
Jason snorted.
“Hold on, I can do better,” he said, doing a three-sixty turn and smiling. “I don’t do repeats, but I’ll make an exception for you, cutie.”
Jason couldn’t help but laugh. He wasn’t sure if Ryder was being serious or not, but he appreciated the laugh. Ryder leaned forward, so he was talking in Jason’s ear.
“Now, what I said about the repeat was true. I would make an exception for you, cutie, but I value my balls. And anytime I looked over at you when we were eating dinner, I could feel the glare of your protective daddy warning me off.”
“Who?” said Jason, without thinking.
“That would be the one storming over here now because he thinks I’m whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Now I’m going to find someone’s loose cousin to have some fun with.”
Jason laughed as Ryder moved away. Patrick arrived with a glare on his face. Jason stopped laughing.
“What did he want?” asked Patrick.
“I think you know the answer to that.”
Patrick growled, and it was so loud it startled a couple of people nearby.
“Can we talk, Jason, somewhere private?”
“Are we allowed to?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I promised you I’d fix it.”
“What?” asked Jason, unable to keep the hope and emotion out of his voice. “But Grant said . . .”
“He won’t be a problem anymore.”
“What? How?”
“Like I said, I promised–”
Patrick didn’t get a chance to finish what he was saying as Jason crashed their mouths together. Patrick quickly took control of the kiss, hoisting Jason up in his arms. Jason wrapped his legs round Patrick’s waist as the kiss deepened. He could feel how hard Patrick was, and Jason was so aroused by it, he could already feel that familiar tingle in his spine. He couldn’t come from a kiss, that would be embarrassing, but he knew his daddy would find it hot.
The sounds of whooping and cheering broke them out of their frantic kiss. Pulling apart, he looked over and could see Charlie, his brothers, their partners, Sebastian, and all his friends watching them. Jason felt his face burning and buried it into Patrick’s shoulder.
“Can you take us to that private place you mentioned?”
Patrick chuckled, and then he was being carried out of the ballroom to the sound of more cheers. The last thing he wanted to do was upstage Charlie on his big day, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself from kissing Patrick the moment he’d said Grant was no longer a problem.
“Where are we going?” asked Jason.
