Authors: Cassandra Carr
See the Light (8 page)
Jason fumbled around for a minute, pulling his jeans down to his knees and chucking his shirt in the general direction of the coffee table. “It is now.”
“Man, I wish I could see it.” “And suck it, apparently.”
The other man groaned. “And
definitely suck it.”
“Is yours out?”
“Yeah. I was just about to start when you called.”
“Good. Now what do we do?”
Patrick couldn’t see him. “Okay.” “Turn on speakerphone, and put the phone somewhere close enough that you can hear me.”
“Got it,” he said into the speakerphone. “Can you hear me?”
“Yep. Now grab your dick in one hand and cup your balls with the other.”
Jason shifted. “I am.”
“Shit, this is so sexy, thinking about you doing all these things after I tell you to, thinking about you touching yourself.”
“I was thinking about it all the way home. I’m not gonna last long.”
“Try to hold off for me.”
“I’ll try.”
“Hang on, I forgot. You got any lotion or lube or anything?”
Jason grabbed his coat from where he’d slung it over the back of the couch. He always kept a couple of those little disposable lube packets in an inside pocket just in case. “Yeah, got some.”
“That’ll make it easier. Start jacking yourself, just slowly.”
After pouring some lube on his fingers, Jason did as Patrick bade. “You’re killing me. Are you doing it too?”
“Yeah…”
Jason made an unintelligible sound when Patrick admitted it, and heard a strained laugh in response.
Patrick asked, “Does it feel good?”
“So fucking good. Not as good as you, though.”
“Sweet talker. Keep going, but tell me if you’re getting close. Are your balls shaved right now?”
“Yes.” Jason had been keeping them like that ever since Patrick had mentioned he liked it.
“Did you do that for me?”
Jason moaned. “Yes.”
“I wish I was there. I’d take each one into my mouth and suck it gently.”
Another moan came from deep within Jason, and he had no idea how long he could hold off his orgasm.
Patrick swore under his breath. “Would you like that? Would you like me to suck your balls?”
“Yeah, oh God, yeah.”
“I will, next time I see you.”
All Jason could do was moan again. Why was this so ridiculously hot?
“I know I told you this before, but I want to suck your cock so fucking badly right now. Can you imagine that? My lips around the head of your dick?”
“Oh please…” Jason wasn’t above begging. He needed to come.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes, shit, feels so fucking good.”
“Come for me, baby.”
Patrick’s words set off an explosion deep inside Jason. His spine snapped straight, and his legs locked as semen began to spurt out of his cock onto his hand and stomach. He heard Patrick go off and hoped Patrick either lived in a house or had thick walls, because wow, did that man bellow when he came.
Both of them took time to get their breathing back under control, and Jason grabbed a couple of tissues to clean himself up a little. He’d need a shower, but right now even getting off the couch seemed impossible. Sitting there, his pants still at his knees, Jason wondered how it was possible that sex with Patrick just got better and better. Hell, they weren’t even in the same state right now, and it was still hot as hell.
“You’re amazing, Jason.”
Jason groaned. “No, you are.”
“I guess we’re both amazing, then,” Patrick said with a laugh. “Feel better?” “I think my legs are numb.”
“Uh-oh. Don’t tell the coaches I was the cause.” Patrick paused a beat and then swore. “That was stupid of me to say. I know you wouldn’t.”
“I couldn’t. I can’t.”
“I know that.”
“I wish things were different,” Jason replied, dropping his head back on the cushion behind him.
“They
are
changing. I can feel it.”
“Not soon enough.”
“Hey, don’t go getting down on everything.”
“I won’t.”
Patrick snorted. “Promise me? Don’t make me come over there.” “I wish you could.”
“I wish I could too.” The older man cleared his throat. “Anyway, I should let you go.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Talk to you soon?”
They hung up, and Jason blew out a loud breath. Patrick’s retort brought home the fact that no matter what happened between him and Patrick, they couldn’t go public. Maybe things were changing, but Jason knew there was still rampant passive homophobia in hockey. He hadn’t seen a lot of blatant stuff—no direct slurs or anything—but the culture still bred casual homophobia, which was no better. Any gay kid playing hockey heard
faggot
and the like tossed around. The guys didn’t mean it, but it was there anyway, and it was pretty fucking difficult not to let it intimidate you.
With a sigh Jason rose and pulled his jeans up, not bothering to do them. Going into the bathroom, he turned on the shower and undressed. He showered quickly and with that task completed, made himself some dinner and fell asleep on the couch not a half hour after he finished eating. When he awoke nearly twelve hours later, his bladder screaming for relief, he wasn’t sure what to think.
They had established they were dating. Sort of. He still didn’t know what to call Patrick, but since he wasn’t about to tell anyone about their relationship anyway, he supposed it didn’t matter. And then that phone sex? God. The phone sex had blown his mind. Jason smiled. That wasn’t all that had blown. He’d come like a fucking geyser.
Sighing, he sat up and scrubbed his hands over his face. He had practice soon, and he hadn’t eaten yet, so he needed to get his ass in gear. Right now his head wasn’t in the game, which was dangerous for a lot of reasons. Shaking his head, Jason rose and stretched. He needed to concentrate on today’s practice and worry about everything else later. With his head cleared, at least for the time being, Jason took care of business in the bathroom and then went to make himself some food.
Patrick couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so soundly. Good thing the team wasn’t leaving for their away game until early afternoon after practice —a practice Patrick wasn’t required to attend. He lazed around, drinking coffee and puttering on his laptop until it was time to drive to the airport. As he drove, he thought about Jason, and a silly smile crept onto his face.
The man was adorable and sexy all at the same time. Patrick had no idea how he pulled off that combination, but he did. He couldn’t wait to see him again and hoped like hell it would be soon. They’d said no presents for Christmas, but Patrick had ordered something for Jason this morning, and he couldn’t fucking wait to see the man in it. His mouth filled with saliva, and he had to consciously swallow.
I’m so fucking obsessed. What is it about him?
He hardly ever even thought about the continued risk he was taking in seeing Jason. Somehow, when they were together, it just didn’t matter, and when they were apart, Patrick wanted to see him so badly he ignored the possible ramifications.
When the team returned home a few days later, there was a small package sitting on Patrick’s doorstep. With a grin he picked it up and then unlocked his door. Plopping on the couch, Patrick removed his jacket before reaching for the box.
A scrap of spandex fell out once he opened it.
Fuck, yeah. This will look fucking incredible on him.
He debated taking a picture of the garment and sending it to Jason but decided to leave it as a surprise. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he dialed Jason and waited. He wouldn’t tell him what the present was, but he could still tease him.
“Hey, man.”
“Hey. Is this a good time?”
“Yeah, I just got home from lunch with the guys. What’s up?”
“I want to see you.”
“Now?”
Patrick laughed at the near panic in the younger man’s voice. “Well, now would be ideal, but I understand we need to plan these excursions.”
“Excursions? What are we, explorers?”
Jason chuckled, and Patrick smiled. “There are many, many places I want to explore on your body.”
“And you call me the young and horny one.”
“You bring it out in me; what can I say?” Patrick sat back. “So when can you take an excursion?”
“Um, hang on. I gotta go get our schedule. I’ve got one on the fridge.” Patrick heard Jason moving through his apartment. “I think I could come on Thursday, but I wouldn’t be able to spend the night. We’ve got a game the next day and then the two days off for Christmas. My parents are flying down to watch me play, and then staying over the holidays.”
“Yeah. They always do. My brother is in the army and I can never get away, so they always come to me. If my brother can get home, he comes with them.”
“Don’t you go see family or have them come to you?”
“No. My siblings have families of their own, and my sister is my mom’s caretaker.”
“Man, that sucks. So you’re going to be alone on Christmas?”
“Nah. One of the wives will have all us single guys over.”
“That still sucks. I wish—”
Jason stopped, and Patrick closed his eyes as pain speared through his skull. At this point obsession didn’t even seem like a strong-enough word for this thing with Jason. What was worse than obsession?
“I know. So do I.”
“Yeah, ‘sucks’ really seems to sum it up. And not in a good way,” Jason grumbled.
“Hey. I’ll be okay. I’m used to this.”
But I want to see you all the time, and I hate that, and I love that.
“Did you ever, you know, have a guy over Christmas?”
“Yeah, once, years ago. He wasn’t in the game; he was a bartender at a gay bar, actually. So of course he was out.”
“And you weren’t.”
“You got it. He wanted me to meet his parents and shit, and I just couldn’t.”
“I don’t blame you.”
“No, but I lost him because of it, as I should have.”
Jason made a dismissive noise. “He doesn’t know how it is for guys like us. Not everyone can come out and march in a fucking gay pride parade if they feel like it.”
“Look, I didn’t want to upset you.”
“You didn’t. I just get sick of feeling guilty for not being out.”
“It’s a personal decision.”
“Anyway, would Thursday work for you?”
Patrick decided to let Jason off the hook. Obviously he was uncomfortable talking about the topic of coming out, and Patrick wasn’t going to push him. It’s not like he was signing up to march himself. He would be a hypocrite if he told Jason he should consider coming out. During his playing days and even now, he wasn’t ready to take that step.
“I’ll be there. I really can’t wait for you to see what I got.”
“I thought we weren’t doing presents?”
“We’re not. This is a just a little thing I picked up.”
Emphasis on little.
“Can’t wait.”
The seductive tone of the other man’s voice had Patrick’s cock taking notice.
“See you soon.”
“Yeah, see ya.” He hung up and looked down at his way-too-tight jeans. “I should really learn to take off restrictive garments before I talk to that kid.”
Jason was nervous as he pulled into the hotel parking garage in Trenton. Patrick had mentioned there was some sort of little thing for him, and a million different ideas ran through his mind before he’d forced himself to just wait to see what it was. He used the key Patrick had left at the front desk and let himself into the room, finding Patrick in the shower. So as not to scare the other man, he made plenty of noise and heard Patrick call out a greeting from the bathroom. Figuring it was okay to go in there and ogle now that Patrick was aware he was there, Jason opened the bathroom door and let out a billow of steam.
He pulled the shower curtain partially open and reached in to grab the back of Patrick’s neck and pull his head forward. Bringing their lips together, he plunged into Patrick’s mouth, exploring and tasting mint and coffee. Mmm, a favorite combination of his. He released Patrick and took a moment to slide his gaze up and down the man’s wet, naked body.
With his other hand, he reached to the side and turned off the water. Jason licked his lips. The man was freaking edible, and Jason decided to do just that. Dropping to his knees outside the tub, he grabbed Patrick’s hips and urged him closer. Patrick planted a hand on the tiled wall next to him with a grunt as Jason swallowed his dick. Never in a million years did he think he’d enjoy giving head this much, but it was pretty cool, knowing he was driving Patrick out of his mind.
Patrick was mumbling a litany of nonsense punctuated with swear words as Jason licked and sucked up and down his shaft. He gently placed one of Patrick’s feet on the ledge of the tub, opening the man to him, and began to tongue his heavy balls. A hand landed on his head as Patrick’s breath caught. Jason moved away, craning his head down and using his hands to separate Patrick’s ass cheeks. With trepidation, he stared at the pucker of Patrick’s anus. He’d never rimmed anyone before, had never wanted to, but Patrick was fresh from a shower.
He looked up and gestured in the general direction of Patrick’s ass. “Can I?”
Now the other eyebrow joined the first one. “Be my guest.”
“Would it be easier some other way? Like, should we do it on the bed?”
“If you want to. Of course, if you start driving me crazy, I might fall in here and conk my head.” He grinned. “Or break a hip.”
Jason nodded and tried to school his expression without much success. “Let’s go then.” After handing Patrick a towel, he walked out of the bathroom and began to disrobe. Jason pointed to the bed. “Lie down. Wait, scratch that. Try on your hands and knees. That might work better.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Patrick turned his head to grin at him. “Within reason, of course.”
Jason situated himself between Patrick’s spread thighs. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He pulled the older man’s ass cheeks apart, baring his tightly clenched hole. “Nervous?”
“God, no. Excited.”
“Good.” Burying his face in the cleft of Patrick’s ass, Jason gave a tentative lick, and Patrick reared off the bed. “Okay?”
“Fuck. I’m gonna lose my mind.”
“I want you to,” Jason mumbled before bending to his task once more. This time he was less tentative, and Patrick pounded the mattress with one hand. Pushing his hands farther into Patrick’s ass crack, Jason then used his thumbs to gently open the other man before spearing his tongue inside like he’d seen guys do in the hours of gay porn he’d watched over the years. Plus when Patrick had done that to him, he’d nearly crawled out of his own skin with pleasure.
“Fuck me.”
“Later.”
Patrick let out a high-pitched chuckle, and Jason continued on, pushing into the man’s ass again and again and feeling the muscles begin to give way. After a few more minutes he grabbed the lube Patrick had so thoughtfully deposited on the nightstand and began to prepare Patrick for his dick.
“I need you.”
“I won’t do this without preparing you first. Be patient.”
The older man moaned as Jason twisted his fingers inside his channel.
“I’m ready, do it now.”
Jason put a condom on in record time and slicked his cock with lube. “Tell me if it’s too fast.”
“Fuck me,” the man practically growled, pushing back on Jason and impaling himself. “Yes,” he hissed. “Damn it, yes.”
“I want to fuck you hard. Can you take it?” Jason could already feel the steam building inside him, that feral need to pound the other man into the mattress.
“Do it.”
With a growl Jason pulled out and then slammed back in. “Like it?”
“Yes.”
He set up a punishing rhythm but found Patrick could more than keep up, pushing his ass back into Jason even as Jason thrust forward. The sounds of raw sex filled the room as both men raced toward completion. Jason had ahold of Patrick’s hips with a white-knuckled grip as he felt his orgasm begin to roll down his spine. Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, he reached around and tugged on Patrick’s dick. “Come. I don’t until you do, and I’m fucking close.”
“Shit.” Patrick clamped around him, and then Jason felt Patrick’s dick pulse before jets of white-hot cum poured over his hand. That set off his own release, and Jason filled the condom on a hoarse shout.
Jason collapsed on top of Patrick briefly but pulled out and rolled to the side after a moment. He knew he wasn’t a light man, and he didn’t want to crush Patrick.
Looking over at Patrick, whose eyes were closed and limbs akimbo, he said with a grin, “So, you hungry?”
Patrick gave him a ghost of a smile but didn’t open his eyes. “You’re not actually expecting me to walk after that.”
“I thought we were going out to eat. You know, like on a date.”
Cracking one eye open, the other man regarded him. “You’ll really go?”
“Why not? Like I said, two guys go out to dinner all the time, and no one thinks anything of it.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. Now get up.” Jason slapped Patrick’s ass hard, then watched as a handprint bloomed on the pale ass cheek. “Oh, I like that. Very sexy.”
“Don’t get any ideas.”
“Then cover that ass.” He sat up and leaned back on his hands. “Hey, I believe you had a surprise for me. Am I ever going to get it?”
Patrick grinned and then got off the bed, heading for the duffel he’d thrown on the chair. Withdrawing a small gift bag, he brought it over and handed it to Jason.
“You should see your face right now.”
“I’m trying not to imagine all the things this could be.”
Patrick rolled his eyes. “Open it.”
Pulling the tissue paper out, Jason spied the garment and removed it. He held it up and turned it from side to side. “What the hell is it?”
“A jockstrap. Surely you recognize those.”
“This doesn’t look like any jock I’ve ever seen. I mean, I know jocks don’t normally have fabric over the ass, but this is…different.”
“But that’s why it’s so awesome. When I saw it, I knew I had to get it for you. I can’t fucking wait to see how it frames your ass.”
Jason couldn’t hold in a laugh, thinking that was exactly what this thing would do. His laughter didn’t deter Patrick.
“Put it on, please, baby. I need to see it.”
Jason rose and grabbed the contraption. Stepping into it, he pulled it up his legs and settled the front portion before reaching back and adjusting the straps going from the waistband down to the crotch. “How does it look?”
“Like you can’t fucking imagine.” Patrick reached out a hand and ran it down Jason’s cleft. “I know we need to eat, but man, would I love to fuck you right now. Will you wear it to the restaurant? Just thinking about you in that’s gonna make me crazy through dinner, but I’ll love it. It’s a good crazy.”
“A good crazy…”
Jason must’ve looked doubtful, because Patrick grabbed him and practically growled in his ear.
“A very, very good crazy.”
“Then I’ll wear it. I kinda like the thought of you sitting across from me in the restaurant with a big ole stiffy and not being able to do anything about it.”
Patrick groaned. “Let’s go before I toss you on the bed and have my wicked way with that ass.”
They went to dinner at a local restaurant after conferring with the concierge and chuckled when they both ordered steaks. Patrick also ordered lobster tails and a bottle of wine to share, and by the time they got back to the room, they were stuffed. Patrick wrapped his arms around Jason’s neck. “I wish you could stay the night.”
“Me too.”
“How soon do you need to leave?”
Jason glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “I should probably get on the road in an hour or two.”
“Then there’s time to fuck you wearing my present. Please, can I? I want you so fucking bad.”
He turned and bent over the bed, presenting his jeans-clad ass to Patrick. “I guess you’d better, then.”
Patrick groaned. “Strip for me. Go nice and slow, so I can enjoy it. Remember to leave the jockstrap on, though. I wanna fuck you while you’re wearing it. Just thinking about it has my dick hard.”
Backing away from the bed, Jason began to sway to the music he heard inside his head. At first he was a little embarrassed, but when he looked into Patrick’s lust-blown pupils, he felt like a sex god. Taking his time, he revealed his body one piece at a time. Patrick ran his tongue over his lips, and Jason knew neither of them would last long at this rate, but he didn’t care. He needed Patrick like he needed air, and he wasn’t willing to spend time considering why or the ramifications of it at the moment.
Reaching for Patrick, Jason ran his hand down the side of the other man’s face. “You make me feel so good.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” Jason ducked his head, murmuring, “Where do you want me?”
“Bend over the bed like you were.”
He did, and Patrick let out a low whistle.
“Hot damn, that’s sexy.”
“Glad you like it.”
Patrick pushed down on Jason’s back. “Arch that back a little more. I want your ass offered to me like the prize it is.”
“Corny and kinky, all at the same time.”
“Behave, or I won’t fuck you.”
“Yeah, right. You can’t resist.”
“Ugh, true.”
Two lubed fingers pushed into Jason, and his head dropped.
“You okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Just so fucking horny, and I can’t even get to my cock with this contraption on.”
“You young kids…”
Jason snorted. “I think you love that I’m a young, horny stud.”
“I do.” The wide head of Patrick’s dick began to thrust inside of him with shallow strokes, and Jason bit his lip. Never in a million years did he think he’d ever willingly bottom, but he was so glad he’d tried it. Now he loved it almost as much as he liked topping. He’d still never let someone he didn’t trust so much do it, but he knew Patrick would never hurt him.
Despite having come already, both men found their releases quickly, since they were so keyed up from the extended buildup over dinner. With a long, low groan Jason emptied himself right into the jockstrap, and Patrick followed shortly thereafter. The older man withdrew, and Jason had the presence of mind to roll onto his back before plopping on the bed. He looked down at the dark stain on the front of the pseudounderwear and snickered.
“Gonna have to give those a good wash, huh?” Patrick teased.
“You made me do it. Maybe
you
should wash them.”
“Big baby.”
Jason turned his head enough to glance at the alarm clock. “Shit, I gotta go. Do you mind if I jump in the shower and then get on the road?”
“No problem, babe. I promise not to join you in the shower and delay your journey.”
“While the idea of delaying my trip to get my hands on you again is tempting, I really do need to leave.”
“I know.”
By the time he’d showered and gotten back into his clothes, Jason had to skedaddle, and after a final, breathless kiss he left. When he arrived back at his place, he dropped onto his bed, still fully clothed, and closed his eyes. He was addicted. He might as well admit it, at least to himself. Now what was he going to do about it?