Page 25 of Broken Promises (Soho Knights #5)

PATRICK

The last month with Jason had been incredible.

He stayed over most nights, so it was like he’d moved in, and Patrick wasn’t complaining.

He loved Jason being close, as it was easier to keep an eye on him.

His boy ran at a hundred miles a minute and never seemed to stop.

Patrick had had some understanding of ADHD before he met Jason, but had since done extensive research so he knew how best to support the man he’d already fallen for.

Neither of them had said those three little words, and Patrick knew Jason was waiting for him to take the lead, which was right because he was the daddy.

The looming presence of Grant Kincaid hung over them, though, and until Jason was free of him, legally, there would always be this feeling of being in limbo.

Not that they wanted to get married, that was something they agreed on, but they’d quickly fallen into a domesticated dynamic.

Patrick got rare glimpses of professional Jason, and he loved that side of him, but when they were alone he was pure boy, and Patrick was in charge– allegedly.

Jason had Patrick wrapped around his little finger and he knew it, although he loved to relinquish control in the bedroom.

And Jason was constantly horny. Patrick hadn’t even fucked this much in his twenties, but he wasn’t complaining.

Recovery time was slower at his age, but less so with Jason.

It was impossible not to be permanently hard around him.

The thing Patrick loved the most was that it was Jason who insisted they go on dates as well. Tonight they’d been to the theatre to watch Wicked, which Jason had seen a hundred times. Patrick had never been, so apparently that had to be fixed immediately.

“What did you think?” asked Jason, bouncing on his feet as they left the theatre.

“It was cute!” replied Patrick. He was being provocative, but it was fun to tease Jason sometimes.

“Cute?”

“Yeah, cute, you know what I mean.”

Jason stopped and put his hands on his hips, with a glare on his face. He was so fucking adorable when he was pissed off.

“What did you think of the music?”

“Like I said, it was cute. Shall we get going? We have a table booked.”

“Patrick Charles Whitaker, you get here now.” Jason was pointing at the ground in front of him.

He was being full-named, and it was getting harder to keep a straight face, but his boy was still being petulant.

They were in public and a few people were giving them looks.

Patrick wasn’t embarrassed, as nothing really fazed him, but Jason was being a brat.

It was time to remind Jason who was in charge.

Patrick may have teased him, but Jason should know by now not to act up in public.

It was one of his rules. Patrick walked over and leaned forward to speak in Jason’s ear.

“Jason Alexander Morris,” he said in a low, deep tone. “How about you get your cute arse to the restaurant, or I’ll lock that pretty cock of yours away until Monday. ”

Patrick heard his breath hitch and couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You liked the play, didn’t you?”

“Yes, boy. I loved it.”

Jason beamed.

“Now, are you going to move, or do I need you to carry you to the restaurant?”

“You had me worried then. I don’t know if I could have a boyfriend who didn’t like musicals.”

It was Patrick’s turn for his breath to hitch.

Jason was oblivious to what he’d just said.

It was the first time he’d referred to Patrick in that way.

If anyone asked, he’d always said they were “dating” or “seeing each other.” Patrick wasn’t sure why he was excited about being referred to as a “boyfriend” when he was forty-three years old, but it was impossible not to be happy around this amazing boy.

Jason peeled off his clothes as soon as they walked into Patrick’s flat. He was wearing his bright pink jockstrap, showing off those two perfect globes Patrick loved to sink himself between. Tonight, he wanted to try something different if Jason was up for it.

Patrick followed him through to the bedroom.

There was an industrial-sized bottle of lube by the bed, which had a pump on it.

There was little point in putting it in a drawer, given the amount of time they used it.

Jason’s favourite way to be woken up was with Patrick sliding inside him.

They’d ditched condoms a week earlier, once they’d been tested for everything.

Jason already had two fingers stuffed into his hole.

His boy was such a greedy bottom, but he was going to have to wait.

“What are you doing, boy?”

“Daddy, I need you to fuck me unconscious.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something? ”

“What?”

“Excuse me!”

“Sorry, Daddy. Did I do something wrong?”

“You know what you did. Causing a scene in the street.”

Jason’s eyes widened. “I thought you were just joking.”

“You ordered me to walk over to you. In front of people. Who’s in charge, boy?”

“You said I didn’t have to call you Daddy in public.”

Jason was sitting up now, with his fingers still inside his hole and stroking his cock with the other hand.

“Put your hands flat beside you.”

Jason whimpered, but obeyed. He looked up at Patrick. His big blue eyes and blond hair made him look so young and innocent, but he knew better.

“I think you need to be punished, boy.”

Jason perked up. If he were a puppy, he’d be wagging his tail.

“What did you have in mind, Daddy?”

“I could do what I said and lock your cock away until Monday so you can’t come.”

Jason looked horrified. It was hard for Patrick to keep a straight face, and the idea that Jason could wait three hours, let alone three days, was laughable.

“Maybe I won’t fuck you tonight.”

Jason tried to look upset, but there was a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth.

“And I’ll sleep in the spare room.”

“What?” he spluttered. “No, no, no, please don’t do that.”

Patrick was only teasing him, but the look on Jason’s face concerned him. He immediately sat on the bed and pulled Jason onto his lap.

“Talk to me, Jason.”

Jason whimpered. When Patrick didn’t call him boy and they were alone, it meant there were no games. They had to be honest with each other .

“I don’t enjoy sleeping on my own. I’ll miss your cuddles and how you make me feel safe.”

Patrick pulled him closer and kissed his temple.

“And how your thick cock feels between my cheeks.”

Patrick chuckled and gave Jason’s ass a light slap. He squealed, but Patrick saw his eyes glaze over. He was into it. Jason sighed deeply, so Patrick held him close and gently stroked his back. He loved having him in his arms like this.

“I think my new boss hates me.”

Patrick pulled back so he could see into Jason’s eyes. He looked like he was close to tears.

“What makes you think that?”

“He spends loads of time with his other direct reports, and hardly any with me. I think he wants to get rid of me.”

“Has he said anything to make you think he’s unhappy with what you’re doing?”

“He hasn’t said anything. I thought we’d built up a good rapport during his first week.

He asked me loads of questions and seemed happy with all the answers.

Now we meet once a week for half an hour, and sometimes we don’t even have that long, or he cancels.

The others all have deep dives and more time with him. ”

Patrick suspected Jason had assumed the worst-case scenario, which is what he did when he didn’t have all the information.

“Are you going to talk to him about it?”

“He’s the leader. He needs to lead by example.”

“But you’re a leader as well. You need to be a role model to your team.”

“Ugh. That’s not fair.”

“What isn’t?”

“You being all logical and balanced.”

Patrick chuckled.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, boy. ”

“Do you like spanking?”

“If that’s what you need.”

“I think it’ll help me stop stressing about work, but will you still fuck me after... please?” He fluttered his eyelashes.

The little fucker was manipulating him, but Patrick had wanted his handprints on Jason’s arse since the moment he’d met him.

“Take everything off and lie over my lap.”

Jason scrambled to get into position, yanking the jock off so fast he almost tore it.

His cock was hard and resting on one of Patrick’s thighs.

His boy was already thrusting and leaking precome onto Patrick’s trousers.

He adjusted them so Jason’s cock was hanging between Patrick’s legs.

Jason groaned in frustration, realising he would not get any friction whilst he was being spanked.

They hadn’t done this before, other than a few times when Patrick was pounding him.

Patrick’s hand was steady as he gently rubbed over Jason’s cheeks.

His boy needed him, and he was going to deliver.

“Say red if it gets too much and amber if you need a breather.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Patrick smiled at the excited tone in Jason’s voice.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Patrick didn’t wait another second as he brought his hand down onto Jason’s right cheek. He cried out, but it was a pleasure sound. Patrick smacked the other cheek. Jason’s cry was quieter this time and sounded more like a groan.

“Do you like that, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I’m going to go harder this time. Two on each cheek. Are you ready?”

Jason nodded.

“Words, boy,” he commanded.

“Yes, Daddy. ”