See the Light (10 page)

Patrick attempted to nod as he continued to work his tongue around the throbbing head of the younger man’s dick. Yes, he’d definitely missed this, but he’d also missed just seeing the guy. They’d been able to talk a few times a week, but Patrick had found he enjoyed watching movies and having conversations with Jason. It was dangerous ground to tread on, but that wasn’t stopping him. Not anymore. He was a fucking goner.

Soon Jason’s legs began to tremble, and his hands clutched at Patrick’s hair, rhythmically clenching and unclenching. Patrick looked up, watching as the other man’s head dropped back and his mouth opened. Hot, salty cum landed on Patrick’s tongue, and he concentrated to take it in and swallow without choking. Jason swore viciously as his orgasm continued.

When he was finally done, Patrick licked Jason clean and helped him dress once more before leaning against the wall behind him. “Better?”

“That mouth should be registered as a weapon,” Jason muttered.
Patrick barked out a laugh as he rose to his full height. “That good?”

Jason’s eyes opened, and he stared at Patrick. “Yeah, that good.”
Patrick made a show of checking his watch. “So what should we do with the twenty-six minutes you have left?”
“Ass.” Jason grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Now there’s an idea.” Jason grinned, and Patrick’s heart fluttered. “So, um, do you wanna sit down or something?”

“I gotta meet the guys soon, but I can stick around for a bit.” After sitting on the desk chair, the younger man bit his lip for a minute before saying, “This is gonna be really hard, isn’t it?”

Patrick didn’t have to ask what he meant. “Probably.”
“There are going to be people all over the place for the next couple of weeks. It’s like we’ll be together but not able to be alone. That’s going to suck.”
“Yeah.” Patrick wasn’t sure what he could say to make Jason feel better. There really wasn’t anything to say. He was right. It was going to totally suck.
“So I guess we’d better make the most of the time we have, huh?”
Fighting a grin, Patrick said, “What do you have in mind?”
Jason jerked his head toward Patrick. “You’re still hard. Want me to take care of that?”

“I wouldn’t say no.”
“What do you want?”
Sighing, Patrick admitted, “There

“Then I guess I’d better figure something else out.” Jason rose. “Take off your pants and lie back on the bed for me.”

Patrick did so, and Jason spread his legs, pushing his own body between them. Then he ran his hands up Patrick’s thighs to his waist. He looked down.

“When was the last time you got off?”
“Last night when I got here.”
“Were you thinking about me?”

“Always.”
“Good.” Scooting onto his stomach, Jason took Patrick into his warm, wet mouth and sucked before letting him go again. “Keep it that way.”
Patrick’s head lolled against the pillow beneath him. Much as he wanted to watch Jason take him to the moon, the sensations were bombarding him so quickly he could hardly think, let alone make his body do what he wanted it to. In only a few short minutes, he was clawing at the bedsheets and calling Jason’s name as he emptied into the younger man’s waiting mouth.
“So fucking good.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Jason answered before making a frustrated noise. “Shit, I gotta go.”
After a quick peck, he left. Patrick continued to lie there, not even bothering to pull his pants back up. He drifted into a light sleep but was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.
“Yeah?”
“Nice greeting. Just wanted to tell you I really enjoyed, um, doing that to you. Never in a million years did I think I’d like it so much, but I do.”
“I’m good with that.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Patrick tossed the phone back on the bed and sat up. His stomach grumbled, and he decided to order room service, knowing he’d get little alone time once they arrived in Geneva. As he sat and ate, he wondered what Jason and the other guys were doing. He’d debated sending a text but didn’t want to seem too needy. Jason couldn’t be pushed, and if Patrick tried, he had a feeling he’d lose him. After all, Jason seemingly had no idea how Patrick felt and had never expressed similar feelings. Dropping a bombshell like that now could be disastrous.
Soon after finishing dinner, Patrick went back to sleep and didn’t wake up again until his cell phone alarm went off, startling him.
He’d just gotten out of the shower when his phone rang. It was Jason.
“Can I come see you?”
“Sure.” They had about an hour before they were meeting in the lobby to get on the caravan of buses to Logan International Airport and their flight to Geneva.
“Be right there.” He disconnected.
When Jason arrived, he pulled Patrick straight to the bed. “I need to fuck you. The guys went to a strip club last night, and while all that pussy was getting flashed in my face, all I could think about was how much I loved your equipment instead of theirs.”
“Lucky for you I hadn’t dressed, then, huh?”
“Hands and knees. Gonna pound you into the fucking mattress.”
Patrick did as he was told, his breathing already speeding up at the thought of Jason’s long, thick cock filling him. He knew there was a good possibility he’d be feeling twinges all the way to Geneva but didn’t care. Actually, the thought of that made him hot, thinking he might be able to feel the ghost of Jason’s dick in his ass. Jason quickly prepared him, and then Patrick felt the blunt, wide cockhead breaching his ring of muscles. It burned, and Patrick’s toes curled, but as soon as Jason got inside and then pulled out again before thrusting and nailing his prostate, pleasure washed over him.
“Yeah, fuck me.”
“You want it hard? You want me to use my dick to make you cum?”
“God, yes.”
“Don’t touch your cock. Let me do all the work.”
Only able to groan in response, Patrick laced his fingers together to at least attempt to remove the temptation to jack himself off as Jason surged inside him again and again. Unintelligible sounds were pouring from him as his release began to build up inside, and when he felt Jason straining to get deeper before letting out a cry of pleasure, he went over the edge himself. They collapsed in a heap together, Patrick’s spent dick trapped between him and the now sticky bedsheets.
“How do you do that every time?”
Jason rolled off him and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he asked, “Do what?”
“Drive me so crazy.”
The younger man smiled. “I know what you like.”
Patrick groaned. “That’s for sure.”
After Patrick had dressed, Jason told him he needed to grab his bag and would meet him and the other guys in the lobby. But when Jason opened the door, they heard the voice of the head coach, Marty, from somewhere down the hall. Jason went white as a sheet before slamming the door again and leaning against it, breathing hard.
“Fuck.”
Patrick slowly approached him. “Shhh. It’s okay. He didn’t see us.”
“What if we’re trapped in here?”
His voice was edged with panic, and Patrick tried to calm him. “We won’t be trapped.” After briefly touching his fingers to the younger man’s face, he continued. “But we do need to be careful. Maybe we should cool it while we’re over there.”

Jason gave him a funny look. “If that’s what you want.”
“It’s not what I want,” Patrick insisted, wondering why Jason looked so hurt. “But I don’t want to deal with possibly being outed or losing my job in the middle of the Olympics. Do you?”
“Of course not. I’ve got enough to worry about.”
“Then we’ll cool it.”
His stomach turned at the thought of Jason within his reach and yet still so far away. He knew this was the smartest thing to do, and that he wouldn’t know how to handle the inevitable fallout from going public, especially if anyone found out he’d been intimate with Jason, but he couldn’t help feeling like he was failing both Jason and himself.
“Okay.” Jason’s gaze was focused somewhere over Patrick’s shoulder, but he seemed to snap out of it when Patrick took his hand. “I gotta go.”
Pulling his hand away, Jason fled Patrick’s room, and with a shake of his head, Patrick went to retrieve his stuff. He couldn’t decide who or what he was angry at, but the emotion was welling up inside him before he could stop it. Jason, for agreeing so quickly? Himself, for suggesting it? Or everyone else, for making the subterfuge necessary? By the time he met up with the team, a dull headache was taking residence behind his eyes. Jason wouldn’t even glance at him. Patrick feared it was going to be one hell of a long Olympics.

Once the team arrived in Geneva, the thrilling vortex that was the Olympics Games began in earnest. Jason was so busy soaking it all in, he didn’t have enough brainpower left to obsess about Patrick, which was actually a nice change, since that had been about all he’d been doing since Christmas. He was self-aware enough to know there was way more to their relationship than just sex but had promised himself he’d wait until the Olympics were over to decide what he wanted going forward. Right now he needed to focus on playing his best.

He was rooming with a teammate and pretty much eating, sleeping, and breathing the Olympics, between practices, wandering around the huge athletes’ village with the other guys, talking to the press, and all the other cool stuff to do. Jason knew rudimentary French and Russian from playing hockey with a lot of international players. He enjoyed meeting athletes from other countries in the commissary and trying to understand what they were saying.

The opening festivities were like nothing Jason had ever seen. They took place in a huge stadium constructed specifically for the occasion, and there were so many flashes going off all the time, he felt like he’d be seeing spots for weeks. None of that dampened his enthusiasm, though. He’d convinced several of his teammates to attend the ceremonies, and as he walked along with the rest of Team USA in the parade of nations, he felt a swell of pride about being an American. They weren’t exactly the favorites to win gold here, but they knew they had a competitive enough hockey team to give the others a run for their money. Jason was still a little awed that he’d been chosen to participate and was anxious to show everyone what he could do.

The morning after the opening ceremony, Jason was leaning on the dasherboards of the rink they’d been assigned, drinking a little Gatorade mixed with water, when he heard his coach call his name.

“Roney!”
“Yeah, Coach?”
“You’re leading the next drill.” Jason stopped himself right before

he stuttered out
really?
in disbelief and skated to the center of the rink. Feeling all eyes on him, he pivoted on his skates and saw Patrick staring at him from about ten rows up, where he was sitting alone with a bunch of papers on his lap. Forcing his attention back to his task, he explained the drill to the guys, and they separated into three different lines based on position.

As the boys went through the drill, Jason called out compliments and generally kept the tempo flowing between stealing a few more glances at…what…his boyfriend? They’d never really talked about that again after the incredibly stilted and awkward conversation before Christmas. He definitely didn’t feel casual about Patrick but wasn’t sure how to label his feelings. Plus he couldn’t really read Patrick, so he didn’t have much of a clue about how the other man felt. With a sigh and a shake of his head, Jason concentrated on the drill.

He’d found out through creative questioning that the staff was staying in apartments only a few away buildings away from Jason, and wondered if there was any way he could sneak out and hook up with Patrick. Sex was an omnipresent part of the Olympics, it seemed, and already more than once he’d seen couples groping each other in alcoves and behind stairs. His dick was totally up for the idea, but Patrick had said they needed to be cool. He didn’t want to get rejected if he suggested trying to hook up.

It wasn’t like his ego was all that fragile—it was hard to be a young, good-looking professional hockey player and not have at least a healthy ego—but no one liked to get turned down. Patrick solved that dilemma a day later, though, when he texted Jason to see if they could meet in an area behind one of the apartments none of the hockey players or staff were occupying. Jason jumped at the chance.

Luckily his roommate was on the phone to his girl when Jason left, hurrying toward the location Patrick had specified. It was freaking cold in Geneva, and despite all the time he spent in the rink, he was already freezing his nuts off. He wasn’t sure what Patrick had planned, but if his balls climbed any farther inside his body, it might not matter. Jason needed to see Patrick, though, even if it was only for a few kisses. He couldn’t decide if that was pathetic or not but preferred to think it just meant he was horny.

Patrick was already there. “I found out the buildings have these exhaust grates behind them,” he said as he gestured toward a large grate in the ground. “And it’s actually pretty warm. If we stay toward the far side of it, the Dumpster should shield us pretty well.” He gave Jason a wry smile, which Jason returned.

“Okay.” Jason stepped closer. “So what did you have in mind?”
“I don’t even know. I just needed to see you.”
“We see each other every day.”
The older man laughed, but it was without humor. “Yes, we do.” Pulling Jason closer, he clamped their mouths together, stealing in with a marauding tongue before letting him go. “Maybe I just needed to see your cock.”
“Little cold for that kind of thing, don’t you think?”
“Not if I’m sucking it.”
Jason’s breath caught, and now Patrick gave him a genuine smile.
“Thought you might react like that.”
“But the grate’s going to be hell on your knees.”
“You let me worry about that.”
“Shit, I can’t—”
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t let you do that. There’s no way that isn’t gonna hurt like a bitch.”
Patrick palmed the back of his hatclad head. “I want to suck you off. And I wasn’t really asking permission.”
“God.” A wave of heat that had nothing to do with the grate they were standing on stole over him.
“No, not God, baby, just a man. A very horny man.”
Jason tried to think. “How about this? I’ll sit, and you can lie down on your belly. That shouldn’t be so hard, right, because your weight will be distributed?” Due to the grate being so warm, no snow or ice had gathered on it, so Patrick wouldn’t get soaked either.
“No, but it’ll be harder to move if someone comes along.”
“Then make it snappy.”
They hurried to get into position, and Jason sighed in relief when Patrick lowered the zipper of his too-restrictive jeans. Reaching in, Patrick pulled his cock out, and Jason yelped at the feel of his cold hand.
“Sorry. Necessary.”
Before Jason could say anything else, his dick was welcomed into Patrick’s warmth and his eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t know where or when Patrick had acquired his oral skills— didn’t want to know—but holy shit could that man suck cock. Every time he put his mouth on Jason’s dick, it was a struggle not to come within seconds.
“Ahh yeah. Suck me,” he begged without shame, and Patrick’s lips tightened further. “Feels so good.” He wished Patrick would roll his balls around like he sometimes did, but considering his pants were only open enough to get his dick out, there was no way to maneuver that into happening. Plus, as Jason had just felt, Patrick’s hands were like ice. Instead he concentrated on the feel of Patrick’s tongue dragging up and down his shaft. His cock twitched and filled the older man’s mouth with his spunk as Jason held on to Patrick for dear life.
When Patrick was done, he sat up. “Okay in there?” he asked, rapping on Jason’s head with a silly grin.
“No. Done.”
Patrick peered at him. “Seriously. You all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I have grate marks on my ass, though.”
“Want me to kiss them and make them better?”
Jason groaned as his spent cock twitched. “Probably not a good plan. I can just see your tongue getting stuck to my ass cheeks like that kid’s tongue in
A Christmas Story
. No, thanks.”
“I love that movie.”
“Me too.” Jason righted his clothing and then briefly rolled onto his knees before standing once more. Patrick also rose. “Even with the grate, it’s still frigid out here. Glad we’re playing in a temperature-controlled rink. This wind is a killer.” He eyed Patrick. “Do you want me to blow you?”
“No, that’s okay. We should be getting back inside. If you catch pneumonia, I’d feel pretty guilty.”
“You sure? I feel like an asshole.”
“I’ll take care of it. Thinking of you, of course.”
“If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure. Now go.”
He slapped Jason on the ass, which Jason barely felt between the layers of clothing and the fact that his butt was numb from the cold. Reaching over, Jason gave Patrick a quick, hard kiss. “See you tomorrow.”
“First game.”
“Yeah. I’m trying not to be too nervous.”
“You’ll do great. Remember— there’s a reason we picked you.”
Jason crammed his hands in his pockets. “Thanks.” Turning, he left the relative comfort of the grate and instantly felt a bone-jarring gust of wind. With purpose he put his head down and strode back to his dorm.