See the Light (5 page)

Holy hell, this was hot. Patrick was covered, but not. Usually sex for Jason meant a race to the finish, the endgame an orgasm. But both of them had already come, and Jason could actually enjoy a man’s body. He latched on to Patrick’s inner thigh with his mouth, sucking and biting just the slightest bit. Patrick moaned, and Jason smiled around the mouthful of male skin. Oh yeah, this was hot.

Jason turned his face and found the open placket of Patrick’s boxers. Using only his lips and tongue, he coaxed Patrick’s dick out of the slit and, feeling pretty proud of himself, gently sucked just the head. Patrick’s hands slammed down on the bed on either side of his spread thighs, and a powerful wave of satisfaction burst through Jason. He’d caused that.

Since Jason was still only twentytwo, he had no idea how long it took to recover from an orgasm, but Patrick had warned him it might be a while. He was still undecided on what he wanted to do even if Patrick could get it up again, and wondered if Patrick would bottom for him instead. Chancing a glance up, Jason saw that Patrick was panting but watching him avidly, and Jason’s face flamed. He felt like he’d been caught with a hand in the cookie jar.

“Shh, baby, don’t be embarrassed,” Patrick murmured. “You look sexy as fuck like that.”

Jason pulled off Patrick and sat up. “I’m not ashamed or anything. I’m just not used to being the giver, you know?”

Patrick barked out a laugh. “Never?”
With a self-deprecating shrug, he answered, “Not really. I go to bars for hookups. I find a bottom who wants me, and I let him suck me off. Sometimes I fuck him. But never the other way around.” He took a deep breath. “To be honest, I wasn’t even sure I was ‘all-theway gay.’”
“Come again?”
“You know, like totally gay. Women do nothing for me, but since I wasn’t particularly interested in sucking another guy’s dick or taking it up the ass, I wondered how gay I actually was.”

Jason glanced down at Patrick’s cock. “Now I’m pretty sure I’m all-theway gay.” He frowned, not sure if he should admit why he was sure. “This is the first time I’ve wanted to kiss a man, to figure out what makes him moan, to put his cock in my mouth, or to swallow his cum.” Blushing again, he looked down at the bedspread.

His breath caught on the note of authority in Patrick’s voice. Damn him for using his coach voice to get his attention. Involuntarily, Jason looked up.

“There’s no reason to be ashamed.” “I know that, I do, but I’m so far in the closet I can’t even see the door. And that sucks and I wish it was different, but it’s not. I especially hate lying to my teammates. I feel like they don’t know the real me. No one does. Well, except for you, to a certain extent.”

“Believe me, I’m familiar with that. The You Can Play project might change things, though. It’s had really widespread support from the NHL and, more importantly, from the players. I wish it had been around when I was playing.”

“Any guy can do one of those public service announcements saying he supports gay athletes. That doesn’t mean he actually does.”

“Obviously. But the main point is, you might not have to stay in the closet. And even if you choose to, you shouldn’t be ashamed.”

His eyes narrowed as he regarded Patrick. “So then why are you still in the closet?”

“Because I know, like you, that the sport has a long way to go before gays will be openly accepted. Plus with the sex-abuse charges against coaches in the youth and college ranks going on, I didn’t want to give anybody an opening to say I was abusing somebody.”

The man’s tone held a trace of bitterness, and Jason couldn’t blame him.

He scooted up and gently kissed Patrick. It was ridiculous to think a man like him would ever abuse someone, but it wasn’t a stretch to see how some homophobic dad would accuse an openly gay coach of molesting his kid. Running the tip of his tongue over the seam of Patrick’s lips, Jason silently asked for entry. Patrick opened to him, and Jason dived inside, exploring Patrick’s mouth with leisurely strokes of his tongue. He’d had a few fumbling kisses in the past, but nothing compared to the way Patrick kissed. It made Jason crave him almost more than the other stuff they did.

Patrick rolled them and pushed a thigh between Jason’s legs as the two men continued to kiss. The slight pressure on Jason’s cock and balls from Patrick’s weight actually excited him. Turning his head, he coasted over the other man’s stubbled jaw to his neck and pressed openmouthed kisses down the length of it. Patrick shifted to make his journey easier. “Do you like to have your nipples played with? I’ve never done that, you know…to a guy.”

“Back in juniors. I had to act straight.”
Patrick grunted. “Yeah, I do. Do you?”

Patrick groaned. “Kid, you’re like a blank slate. You’re killing me. I want to do about a million things to you right now.”

“No, you’re not. But since you’re younger than me, I get to call you ‘kid.’”
“Whatever,” he answered with a dismissive snort. “So, um, how do I do this?”
“Do what?”
Jason gestured toward Patrick. “Play with your nipples. Geez. Stay on topic, old man.”
“Fuck you.”
“You wish. I think it would be easier for me if you were on your back. You know, the way I put you before.” He tried to hide the smirk threatening to take over but knew he’d been unsuccessful.
Oh well.

Patrick rolled off him and, with a sweeping motion down his body, said, “Have at it. Just do what comes naturally. Kiss them, lick them, suck them. Use your fingers and roll them. Pinch them. There’s a lot of latitude, so don’t worry you’ll do something I won’t like. If you do, I’ll tell you.”

Jason frowned at that pronouncement.
“And don’t think so much. Sex is supposed to be fun.”

Leaning down, Jason swiped the flat of his tongue over one of the already hard nubs, and Patrick’s head fell onto the pillow behind him. With a smile Jason did it a couple more times and then plucked with his fingertips, watching in fascination as the nipple puckered further. Obviously being in a supremely masculine sport with all those puck bunnies chasing the players around meant he’d seen way more than his fair share of female breasts, and he knew they responded to touching, but besides getting hard when he was cold, he’d had no idea male nipples could be so sensitive.

Patrick’s head came up once more to watch as Jason continued to minister to his nipple.

Jason slanted a glance up at him. “Whenever you want, but I imagine it’s not as easy as sixty-nining.”

“Right now I wanna concentrate on you. I like learning what turns you on.”
“Baby,
you
turn me on. Everything about you, everything you do.”

Jason wasn’t sure if he was supposed to respond to Patrick’s use of a pet name, and really, what would he say? Were they at that stage already? Would something dumb like Pookie Bear be next?

Deciding to ignore it, Jason moved to the other nipple, using one arm to keep the bulk of his weight off Patrick. After all, the last thing he needed was to cut off the man’s air supply and have to call an ambulance. How he would explain that one, he didn’t know.

Chuckling to himself about the ridiculous stories he could come up with, he also kept up his work on Patrick, reaching over to tweak the other nipple back to hardness. With that task completed, he shifted again, running his hand down Patrick’s abs and gently squeezing the man’s balls. Patrick moaned and opened his legs.

“So, um, would you bottom if I wanted you to?” Jason asked.
“What is it with you and talking during sex?”
“Would you?”
Patrick sighed. “Yeah, if it would make you happy. I don’t bottom much either, but I’m not scared to or opposed to it.”
“Would you let me fuck you tonight?” Jason tried for a casual grin but wasn’t sure he pulled it off. “If you don’t want to…”
Patrick met Jason’s gaze. “It’s not that. But why don’t we take things slow? I’m having fun with what we’re doing. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, man.”
Jason didn’t want Patrick to think if he didn’t give up his ass it was all over, any more than he would want the opposite to be true. And now that he’d discovered how much fun foreplay was, he could be content just exploring all the fun stuff Patrick knew how to do. But as he bent his head to Patrick’s nipple again, he kept his hand on the man’s balls, rolling the sacs on his palm and pulling the slightest bit. He didn’t like rough play on his balls, so he just did whatever he liked.
“So good.”
Encouraged, Jason grasped the semihard shaft and began to pull. The other man’s head thrashed on the pillow when Jason added a little twist at the end, another thing he liked when he was being jacked off or masturbating by himself. Leaving off his torment of Patrick’s upper body, Jason scooted onto his knees beside Patrick and used his free hand to skate behind his balls, running his fingertips over the other man’s taint and then circling the tight pucker before returning to play with his balls.
“Is that okay?”
“It feels incredible. I like having my ass played with, so feel free.”
“Is it an off-limits topic to ask how long it’s been since you bottomed?”
“Of course not. You can ask me anything.”
Patrick seemed to be delving into his memory bank to find the answer, and Jason gave him time, still slowly jacking Patrick’s hardening dick and working his balls and anus with his other hand. When Patrick jumped, Jason’s gaze whipped to his face.
“Are you okay? Did I do something?”
Patrick blushed, and the urge to kiss him overwhelmed Jason.
“I’m fine. You actually hit a ticklish spot.”
“Really…” Jason drew the word out to several syllables, and Patrick rolled his eyes. “Where?”
“Like I’m going to tell you.”
“I’d suggest you do so, or I’ll just look for it.” That’s exactly what Jason did.
“Fuck. You’re evil.”
“Never said I wasn’t.” Taking a tighter hold on Patrick’s dick, Jason murmured, “Come for me.”
Patrick’s back arched, and his teeth clacked together as he started to come. Jason continued to jack him, prolonging the orgasm.
“No more,” Patrick panted out.
With a cocky smirk, Jason gave one last tug. Then he scooted to the bathroom to wash. When he returned to the room, his stomach grumbled. Patrick laughed.
“Let’s order room service, and I’ll answer any questions you have while we’re waiting so we’re not caught in any compromising positions when the food arrives.” Patrick grinned, sending Jason a quick wink. “Deal?”
“You are one weird dude, you know that?”
“Just get the menu. Kid.”
Jason grabbed the menu and tossed it to Patrick. With the order placed, they redressed in just their jeans—which were none too comfortable to squeeze his hard-on into—and sat in the chairs once more. Patrick talked about bottoming, and Jason mostly listened, asking questions when he wanted something clarified. Soon their food arrived, and after scarfing it down, Patrick gathered their trash and put the rolling cart out in the hallway.
Jason wiped his suddenly clammy hands on his jeans. “So how long do you wanna stay? I mean, I need to be back for practice tomorrow, so I shouldn’t spend the night or anything, but it’s still early.”
Patrick’s face softened. “Yeah, it is.” Leaning over, Patrick kissed him, and when he pulled away, a little sigh of contentment escaped Jason. Patrick straightened and grinned. “That good, huh?”
“Shut up. You know you’re a great kisser.”
“You just don’t have much to compare me to, so you have low expectations.” Patrick placed his hands on the arms of Jason’s chair. “But if you don’t need to go, I’d love to get you naked again, maybe see how you like having your nipples pleasured. Did you like it when I rimmed you?”
Jason licked his dry lips. “Uh, yeah, actually.”
“Well then, maybe I’ll do that again. You’ll have to wait and find out.” Patrick rose and then removed his jeans, tossing them onto the other chair. He directed Jason to lie on his back on the bed and then stripped him of his clothing. “Shit, you have a fantastic body.”
“I’m glad someone appreciates my hard work.”
Patrick raked his gaze up and down Jason’s body. “Oh, I’m sure you’re getting plenty of admiring looks from women and men alike. I doubt your ego is hurting.”
Jason shrugged, not sure what to say to that. He was in good shape; he had to be to play professional hockey. Patrick knew that, so Jason wasn’t sure why it was such a big deal. Then Patrick climbed on top of him and their cocks rubbed together, and Jason forgot everything else.
“Touch me.” Jason’s voice sounded rough, and he cleared his throat.
“Calm down, big guy. I’m going to touch you. In fact, my plan is to touch you a lot.”
Leaning down, he flicked the tip of his tongue over first one and then the other nipple, and Jason’s back arched.
“Don’t throw me off.”
Patrick was smirking, and Jason itched to kiss that smug expression off his face, but when Patrick bent to his task again, Jason could only hold on and hope he didn’t make a fool out of himself.
“Oh God.”
“Not God, honey. I’m just a man.”
Jason made a noncommittal sound and felt Patrick chuckle.
“You are so much fun to play with.”
“Then stop playing,” he answered through clenched teeth.
“And miss all this? No way.”
So Jason did the only thing he could think to do. Using his heavier weight as leverage, he pushed Patrick off him and onto his back before scooting down and taking Patrick’s now hard cock into his mouth.
“Fuck! Why—”
He pulled off long enough to say, “To shut you up.”
“If you’re going to give me a blowjob every time you don’t like what I’m saying, I’m gonna start talking about the teams we’ll be facing in the Olympics.” Patrick gasped when Jason sucked harder. “Definitely gonna.”
Jason stopped. Pushing the other man onto his side, Jason then gave his tight ass a hard smack. “Two can play that game, you know. How do
you
like it?”
“Umm…”
He looked over Patrick’s body. “Really?”
Patrick blushed. “Well, like, nothing weird, but a couple of slaps gets the blood flowing, you know?”
“Hmm. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“If I promise to be a good boy, will you let me play with you? Not that I’m complaining about what you were doing, but I’d really love to get my hands, and, well, a lot of other parts on you.”
And Patrick proceeded to do exactly that, running his hands, mouth, and tongue from the top of Jason’s head almost to his feet. Jason figured a man had to draw a line somewhere, and a hockey player’s feet could get pretty gnarly. When they broke apart after Patrick took him to the moon yet again, Jason realized the time and, with no small amount of regret, rose to dress.
Patrick watched for a moment before rising himself. “You can leave first. You have a longer drive.”
Plus we don’t want to be seen leaving together.
“Okay.”
An awkward silence filled the room.
“Can you…” Patrick made a little noise that embodied the frustration Jason was now feeling. “Can you text me when you get home, so I know you’re safe?”
As he spoke, Patrick refused to meet his gaze, so rather than give a nod he wouldn’t see, Jason simply said, “Sure.” Grabbing Patrick by the back of the neck, he planted one short, hard kiss to his mouth and opened the door. Checking the hall, he saw no one. “See ya.”
On the ride home Jason went back over everything that had happened. They hadn’t actually fucked, but what they had done had been by far the best sex Jason had ever had. Anonymous bar-bathroom hookups weren’t even in the same league as what he and Patrick had done. Jason was definitely less stressed but couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling they were doing something they shouldn’t. But he supposed if Patrick wasn’t worried about it, he shouldn’t be either. Finally, home safe, he texted Patrick he’d arrived. At nearly midnight he fell into bed, nodding off into an exhausted sleep.