Free See the Light by Cassandra Carr Page B

movie ended, and Jason watched as Patrick tried to hold in a yawn.
“Sorry. I’ve been up for a long time.”
“And you’re old.”
Patrick straight-armed him to the bed, pushing up his T-shirt and flicking his nipple.
“Ow!”
“Cut it out with the old-man jokes.”
“Cut it out with the kid references.” “Deal.”
Patrick was leaning over him, and Jason took the opportunity to reach a hand up to cup the back of his neck. Obligingly Patrick allowed Jason to bring his head down, and their lips met for a kiss. Whereas before their kisses had been wild, almost desperate, now they were languid and relaxed. Jason wasn’t sure which he liked better.
Patrick slowly lowered his weight, sliding a thick thigh between Jason’s as he continued his slow assault. His lips moved from Jason’s mouth, down his jaw, and to his neck. With a little moan Jason turned his face to the side to give the other man better access.
“I want to mark you,” Patrick said.
Jason turned until his gaze collided with Patrick’s. “You can’t. The guys will notice.”
“Shh,” Patrick murmured, putting a finger to Jason’s lips. “I know that and I’m not going to, but fuck, I want to.” Moving his finger, he then slid it down the side of Jason’s neck. “Would love to mark all this perfect skin up.”
“Perfect skin? Hardly.”
“Perfect to me.”
What the hell can I say to that?
He squirmed. “Um, thanks.”
Patrick reared back and stared at Jason. “I just went too far, didn’t I? You just drive me crazy.”
He sighed, and Jason wanted to say it was all right, but it wasn’t, and he felt weird.
“I’m sorry. I know this is supposed to be us having fun, it’s just…”
Refusing to meet his gaze, Jason said, “Don’t worry about it, dude.”
“Dude? Shit, I definitely went over the line.” Rolling onto his back, Patrick said, “I really didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Seriously, it’s fine.”
Liar.
Patrick looked over at him. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“Do you still want to, you know?”
Jason’s eyebrow rose. “Want to do what?”
“Fuck me.” The other man cleared his throat. “Do you still want to fuck me? If you don’t, that’s fine, we can just go to sleep. I mean, we both had long days, and—”
“Patrick.”
“What?”
“Shut up.”
“You’re mad.”
“I’m not mad.” Jason rolled to face him and repeated, “I’m not mad, okay?”
Feeling a little weirded out, but not mad.
“Okay.”
“And if you’re offering your ass, you better believe I’m taking it.”
“Really?”
Jason laughed. “What gay man would be able to refuse your tight ass served up on a silver platter?”
“Uhh…”
“Don’t answer that.”
“It’s quite an image.”
With a chuckle Jason rolled away to grab a condom and the lube. “Do you do this often enough that you’d be okay on your back? It would be kind of cool to actually be able to see the face of the man I’m fucking.”
“We can do that.”
“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure. I want to see you too.”
Jason poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. “How slow do you need me to go?”
“It’s been a while, but if I’m not okay, I’ll let you know.”
He took his time preparing the other man until finally Patrick moved restlessly.
“I’m ready. Fuck me. God, I need it.”
After wiping his hands, Jason started to put on the condom and found his fingers were shaking. Finally he got the damn thing on. “Ready?”
Patrick nodded, his features tight with arousal. “So ready.”
He pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, exposing his tight hole, and Jason forced himself to take several deep breaths.
“Are you this hesitant with your bar hookups?”
Jason’s gaze flicked up to meet Patrick’s. “What do you mean?”
“You seem really uncomfortable.”
“I’m fine.”
“Then give me your dick.”
Jason gave a little chuckle he knew sounded forced. “Man, you’re pretty