Page 13 of Broken Promises (Soho Knights #5)

Jason walked off, and Patrick had to shake his head to stop his eyes following that glorious arse. He grabbed them both a bottle of water from the fridge, and nipped to his bedroom to grab a dressing gown from the back of the door. He walked over to Jason and passed it to him, along with the water.

“What’s this for?”

“So you don’t get cold.”

“It’s June. ”

“Okay, you’re very distracting, so cover up and we can talk.”

Jason looked giddy knowing the effect he was having on Patrick, but complied and put the dressing gown on. Patrick loved having Jason wear his things.

“My boss told me she was leaving yesterday,” said Jason.

“And you two are close, I take it?”

“Yeah. She was my boss in Liverpool, and then she moved down here. I followed shortly after and she hired me as soon as she had a vacancy. I wouldn’t be where I am now without her. She’s always been a role model to me.”

Patrick’s heart ached for him. He suspected Jason had suffered other losses in his life. He could see it in his eyes, and although this was different, it probably hurt him just as much.

“She said she was recommending me as her successor.”

“What’s her role?”

“She’s the Chief People Officer.”

That was a big job, especially in a company that size, but she obviously rated Jason highly if she wanted him to succeed her. There were probably others in her team who were more tenured in their careers. Age didn’t make you better than someone else, although many still thought like that.

“How can I be an exec member at twenty-seven? They’ll never take me seriously.”

“You’re twenty-eight now.”

“How dare you!”

Patrick chuckled. Jason smiled. He had such a beautiful smile.

Unable to resist any longer, he leant forward and stopped for a second, waiting for Jason’s silent permission.

The fire in his eyes was enough for Patrick to close the distance between them and connect their lips.

It was everything he’d imagined and more.

The soft tentativeness he suspected was there in Jason, despite his sass.

Patrick pressed their lips further, but didn’t deepen the kiss yet.

There would be time for that later. Right now, his boy was worried about something, and Patrick needed to fix it.

But Jason wasn’t his boy . . . not yet, anyway.

Patrick pulled away gently. Jason’s lips puckered in anticipation of more, so Patrick gave him a brief peck before leaning back. Jason had his eyes closed and looked relaxed.

“Do you want to go for the role?”

“Ugh. Do we have to keep talking? I like the kissing part better.”

“You asked to talk to me, remember?”

“Yes, well, I’m an idiot. I take back my request,” he said, leaning forward.

“There’ll be time for more of that later. Answer the question,” he said, his tone sterner.

He saw Jason’s face flush, and his pupils blow wider with desire. The boy clearly liked to be bossed around, and Patrick would be more than happy to have some fun with that.

“I feel like I should go for it.”

“That wasn’t the question.”

“I don’t think I’m ready, but everyone will tell me I’m my own worst critic, and that’s true, but not this time.

If it had been in another couple of years, then maybe, but if I don’t go for it, then it’ll go to an outsider and they might be there for ten years.

But if I go for it, and I fail, then I’ll never get the chance to be an exec again. ”

There was a lot to unpack there, but the answer was clear; Jason didn’t want to go for the job, but he was worried about letting other people down.

“How did you leave it with your boss?”

“I asked her if I could think about it.”

“What did she say?”

“She looked disappointed. She’s not just my boss, she’s my friend. I don’t like hurting my friends.”

That was an interesting choice of words, but not something for Patrick to focus on right now.

“What would your brothers say? ”

“They’d all tell me to go for it.”

“Even Charlie?”

“No, but Charlie’s different. He knows more than the others.”

Jason’s eyes widened, and he covered his mouth.

He’d clearly not meant to say that, and Patrick wouldn’t push him on it.

Instead, he pulled Jason towards him, and curled him up against his bigger body.

He felt so small in his arms, yet so perfect.

Patrick ran his fingers through his soft blond hair.

This boy was already under his skin, but there was no way he could ever share him with anyone, and he knew Jason wasn’t ready for a relationship.

It broke his heart to realise that this wasn’t their time, and there might never be one for them, but he could do something for him.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

Jason perked up and started to practically vibrate with excitement.

It was utterly endearing. Patrick stood up and scooped Jason into his arms. He carried Jason into the bedroom and gently laid him down.

He wanted to do everything with him, but knew if they went all the way, he’d never be able to let him go.

But he could still be a good daddy and get Jason out of his head for a while.

“Take off the dressing gown and lie on your stomach,” he commanded.

Jason was in position in less than three seconds.

He stroked a hand over his right cheek, then the left, giving each of them a gentle squeeze.

Patrick could see the faint hairs stand up all over his body.

He kissed his soft skin, eliciting a moan.

There was no need to rush things, even though Jason was grinding against the bed.

Patrick had an urge to slap his arse to get him to stop, but they hadn’t discussed that, so he’d have to resist for now.

Patrick peppered Jason’s body with more gentle kisses, all over his back and thighs, keeping away from his arse for now. He could hear Jason groan in frustration, and he chuckled .

“Are you going to edge me all night?” he grumbled.

“Just relax and let me take care of you. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He really needed to stop saying that. It was clear Jason had never had a real daddy, and had only been with guys who wanted to play the part when they were fucking. There was so much more to it, and he’d love to show Jason what it meant to have a real daddy.

Patrick kissed one of those pert cheeks, gently biting the other. He pulled them apart, revealing his gorgeous hole. He blew on it, causing Jason to wriggle. Patrick used a finger to brush against his pucker and smiled when Jason’s whole body shuddered.

“Are you going to take your clothes off, Daddy?”

It was tempting, because his cock was painfully hard pressed up against the zipper of his trousers, but this wasn’t about him.

Rather than respond, he leaned in and licked over Jason’s hole.

He tasted divine, and Patrick couldn’t get enough as he settled between Jason’s legs and lapped at his entrance.

He used the tip of his tongue to open him up.

How he longed to sink inside him, but when he did that, it would be when he knew Jason was going to stay with him.

Patrick continued to eat Jason out, using a finger to open him up more. He was writhing in pleasure and thrusting against the bed. Patrick tapped him gently on the cheek.

“Keep still, or I’ll stop.”

“Please don’t. Are you going to fuck me? I need your cock, Daddy.”

“Not tonight, baby.”

Jason tensed and sucked in a breath.

“What’s wrong?” asked Patrick.

“I don’t like being called that.”

Jason almost sounded tearful, and it was clear someone had hurt him before. That someone had called him “baby,” and Patrick wanted to find who it was and tear them apart .

“What would you like me to call you?” he asked, kissing Jason’s neck.

“Can you call me boy?”

He wanted Jason to be his boy, but he knew they weren’t in the same place right now, so this was role play. Jason was hurting about something, and Patrick could indulge him.

“On your knees, boy. Take those off,” he said, snapping the band of his jockstrap.

Jason gave a little squeal. Patrick grabbed some lube out of his bedside drawer whilst Jason moved.

Once he was on his knees, Patrick pulled his cheeks apart and buried his face between them.

It was his favourite thing to do, more than fucking, and he could do it for hours.

The desperate whines coming from Jason told Patrick he would not have the luxury of time, though.

Patrick slicked up his fingers with the lube whilst he kept tongue fucking Jason.

He warmed the lube, and once he was sure he was ready, he replaced his tongue with a finger.

Jason gave a needy moan, so he added another.

His warm, tight heat was so inviting, and he wanted nothing more than to slide his cock in there, but he still couldn’t take that step.

“Put your chest flat on the bed, and arch your hips up for me.”

Patrick kept his fingers inside Jason as he moved.

He took orders well, showing he was a natural boy, even if he thought he was just playing around.

Patrick hooked his fingers and pressed on Jason’s prostate, causing him to jerk and let out the filthiest moan.

Jason moved his hand and gripped his cock.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself, boy?”

“No, Daddy,” he said, moving his hand away with a whimper. “I need to come.”

“Don’t worry, boy. I’ll take care of you.”

Patrick added a third finger, and then stroked Jason’s prostate gently, like he was tickling it.

He writhed and moaned in pleasure, and tried to thrust forward, but because of how Patrick had him positioned, he couldn’t get any friction.

Patrick continued his slow, steady strokes over his prostrate.

Jason was panting heavily, and groaning in frustration.

Patrick could see Jason’s cock, which had a decent girth to it, leaking all over his sheets.

He pressed down with the middle of his three fingers and used the others to stroke harder.

The panting got louder, and Patrick knew he was close.

If he touched Jason’s cock now, he’d go off like a rocket, but he wanted to show him other ways he could get pleasure.

He pressed down harder and felt Jason’s hole tense around him as he let out a loud moan.

Patrick watched Jason’s cock twitch before come pulsed out, all over the sheets.

Patrick gripped Jason’s cock and milked out the rest of his release.

Jason’s body shuddered in pleasure. Patrick couldn’t resist bringing his fingers to his mouth and having a taste; it was glorious, and he had an urge to lick it all up off the sheets, but Jason was getting unsteady on his knees.

Patrick gently eased his fingers out of Jason, and encouraged him to lie on his side, so he was lying in his own come.

He had a contented smile on his face and looked boneless.

Patrick went into the bathroom and soaked a flannel with warm water and came back into the bedroom.

Jason was fast asleep, so Patrick cleaned him up, being as gentle as possible.

He made up another duvet and eased him off the old one.

The boy didn’t stir; Patrick had worn him out.

The bottom sheet was still clean, so he put the duvet over Jason, and his heart melted seeing him all tucked up in his bed.

Before he could overthink it, Patrick undressed down to his briefs and got into bed with Jason, then pulled him close.

His cock was still hard, but it would ease soon enough, and tonight had never been about him.

Jason cuddled into him with a contented sigh.

Patrick could get used to this, and it didn’t take him long to fall asleep.

In the morning, he wasn’t surprised to find Jason was gone.

It still didn’t stop it from hurting. If only Jason would get out of his own way, they could be so perfect for each other.

Perhaps this was for the best if Jason didn’t feel the same way.

He grabbed his phone off the bedside table and saw a message, which made him smile.

Jason: Thank you for last night, Daddy. Let me know when you want to go out for that dinner you promised xxx.

Patrick read the message a few times and couldn’t stop himself from smiling. It was then he realised something when it can me to Jason – he was fucked!