Patrick stroked his hand over Jono’s cheek, feeling the faint scratch of a beard beginning to come up. “You were friends.”
“Back then, yeah, and we shagged. It doesn’t mean we’re anything close to being mates right now because of it. He had a pack when we lived in London, and I didn’t.” Jono leaned closer, lips brushing over Patrick’s. “You’re my pack. You’re all I need.”
Patrick opened his mouth, drawing Jono in like air, needing him like a heartbeat. He’d get over the jealousy—hewould—but right now all Patrick wanted to do was mark Jono in such a way that Bryson and anyone else would know Jono washis. That they were each other’s, and that would never change, no matter what piece of ass walked on by trying to catch Jono’s eye.
Jono laughed against his mouth, whatever he was smelling coming off Patrick amusing him. Patrick bit Jono’s bottom lip in retaliation, but it didn’t stop him from laughing. Jono squeezed his ass with strong fingers.
Patrick pulled back, breathing a little heavily, jeans starting to get a little tight. “Get on the bed.”
“I am on the bed,” Jono said with a wicked smile.
Patrick rolled his eyes before sliding off Jono’s lap. “Lie down on it.”
Jono trailed his hand up Patrick’s inner thigh to cup his cock through his jeans. The way his fingers moved had Patrick rocking into the touch. “Bossy tonight, aren’t you?”
Patrick shoved at Jono’s shoulder. “Get on the bed so I can ride you, or I’ll go take a shower.Alone.”
Jono smirked at him, and the way his eyes darkened told Patrick showering alone wasn’t ever going to be an option. “Lube’s in my luggage.”
Patrick pushed him again, and Jono let himself fall back on his elbows. “Bed.”
Jono laughed, the sound ringing through the hotel room, the same way it rang through their bedroom back home. Sex for Patrick used to be quick fucks while on leave—fast and meaningless and hidden in the dark so his scars wouldn’t show. With Jono there was always laughter, and Patrick hadn’t known what he was missing until Jono showed him.
Jono got out of his clothes before Patrick located the bottle of lube. He tossed it at Jono’s head, but it never found its target. Jono caught it with a smirk before he uncapped it and proceeded to put on a show for Patrick. The way he stroked his cock while never looking away from Patrick was positively illegal.
“If you’re getting yourself ready, you might as well do the same for me,” Patrick said once he was naked and crawling back onto Jono’s lap.
Jono pulled him in for a kiss, slick fingers sliding over Patrick’s ass. “I’ll give you whatever you need, Pat.”
Patrick shivered, less from the finger sliding inside him than from the heavy promise in Jono’s words. Because need was different than want, and Jono seemed to have some sixth sense when it came to Patrick.
He rolled his hips down onto Jono’s finger, the stretch in his body a slight burn. Jono stroked their cocks together using his other hand, and the slow friction was enough to drive Patrick mad. He gripped Jono’s shoulders, digging his fingers into warm skin. He was always so much warmer than Patrick, and even though Patrick would never be able to smell him and the pack scent that lingered between them, the warmth of his body was a comfort.
Jonowas a comfort he never wanted to give up.
A second finger slid inside him as Jono kissed a line down Patrick’s throat to his collarbone, nipping at the threads of scar tissue there. The damaged skin and nerves on his chest were an ugly reminder of his childhood that Jono soothed with lips and tongue as Patrick rode his fingers.
“Only person I want is you,” Jono murmured as he pressed his thumb teasingly beneath the head of Patrick’s cock.
Patrick’s breath stuttered from the touch and the way his nerves were set on fire. He chased after Jono’s mouth, undulating between Jono’s warm touch, always wanting more. Jono never stopped touching him, and Patrick could feel the soulbond humming between them, a barrier and balm to the damage already present in Patrick’s soul.
He pulled at Jono’s shoulders, dragging his lips over the curve of Jono’s jaw as he yanked a pillow out from behind Jono. He tossed it aside, giving Jono more room to lie back. Patrick lifted off Jono’s fingers and grabbed the lube, shoving Jono down into the position he preferred. Jono sank against the last two remaining pillows, lifting one arm to tuck a hand behind his head. He stroked slick fingers over Patrick’s hip, watching him with half-lidded eyes.
“Need help?” Jono asked with a smirk.
Patrick moved forward on his knees and reached around to grab Jono’s cock. “Does it look like I need your help?”
Jono’s grip tightened as Patrick sank onto his cock with steady rolls of his hips. The pressure of being filled made Patrick swallow hard as he opened up on that cock, sinking lower. The way Jono’s pupils dilated, how he licked his lips and never looked away made Patrick groan when he finally bottomed out.
“Fuck,” Jono growled, thrusting up lightly and forcing Patrick to move.
The slide of Jono’s cock deep inside him had Patrick digging his fingernails into the skin over Jono’s chest. He used Jono to brace himself as he rose up on his knees before sinking back down, shivering at the thick fullness inside him.
Patrick fucked himself on Jono’s cock at whatever pace he wanted. Jono met him halfway, thrusting up into him with a focused intensity that made Patrick moan. The only sound between them was their breathing and the steady slap of skin on skin as Patrick chased his release. When Jono wrapped his hand around Patrick’s cock and started to jerk him off, Patrick tossed his head back, mouth falling open on a stuttering gasp.
“Jono,” he bit out, cock throbbing, the burn in his thighs an ache he didn’t mind.
Jono moved his hand to grab Patrick’s ass, hauling him up higher on his knees. Jono moved beneath him, and Patrick had to use both hands to brace himself on Jono’s chest. Then Jono got his feet underneath him and started fucking Patrick in earnest. The whine that fell unbidden from Patrick’s mouth only spurred him on faster.
