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growl. “Seriously? My dick just got hard as I listened to you.”
“Yeah?”
    “Yeah. And you’re not here to do anything about it.”
I want him. I fucking want him now.
    Closing his eyes, knowing this was a hugely bad decision and not giving a shit, Jason asked, “What would you want me to do about it?”
    Patrick groaned. “You’re killing me. I’d love to see your mouth wrapped around my dick again. I just about shot as soon as I saw that the last time.”
    For some reason, hearing Patrick say that made Jason feel really good. It wasn’t like he spent a lot of time sucking cock, and hearing he didn’t, well, suck at it was pretty cool.
“That good, huh?”
    “So fucking good. You have no idea.”
Patrick paused, and Jason waited him out. He obviously had something on his mind. After a moment, Patrick spoke again.
“I, um, wanted to propose something.”
“I’m listening.”
“Both of us have a lot to lose, and I think we can help each other.”
    Patrick’s words tumbled over each other, and Jason had to concentrate to understand him. Curiosity and horniness got the best of him. “How so?”
    “I’m looking at your schedule. You have a three-day break at home early next week. I just checked, and Philly is off that Monday too. Would you meet me after practice at a hotel somewhere in between there and here? I know neither of us could stay all night, and I’m not even sure you’d want to, but I think it would help us work through some of this stuff.”
    Patrick paused, and Jason’s cock jumped inside his sweats. See Patrick again? So soon? Before he realized his mouth had opened, he answered, “Yeah, sure.”
“Great.”
     
The older man sounded noticeably relieved, and Jason wondered if he’d expected him to refuse.
    They hung up soon after that, and as Jason tossed his phone onto the coffee table at his right, the doubts crept in. What if someone saw them? What if Patrick wanted his ass? He wasn’t at all sure he could give that up, no matter how hot the man was. Would he be expecting cuddling and shit afterward, or was this a fuck-and-run thing?
    His salad forgotten, Jason closed his eyes, willing his straining erection to calm down. He still had five days before he’d be seeing the other man, and he didn’t need to deal with a constant woody. Unfortunately, his dick had other plans, and finally Jason gave up trying to ignore it and grabbed a couple of tissues. Pushing his sweats down and then catching the hem of his shirt with his chin, Jason grabbed his aching hardon and began roughly pulling. There was no time for a gradual work-up. He needed to come now.
    Imagining his hand was Patrick’s mouth did it, and he soon erupted, making a mess on his hand and abs. Jason milked the final few drops out and then fell back against the arm of the couch. Postorgasmic bliss sounded pretty good right about then, but rapidly drying cum getting sticky did not, so he used his stash of tissues and then went to the bathroom to clean up further. It was going to be a long five days.

* * * *
    Finally.
Finally the wait was over, and he was about to see Jason. Patrick knew he shouldn’t be so excited and that it was dangerous to go down that road, but hell, no matter how many times he told himself to forget about Jason his body betrayed him, mocking him with erections at inopportune times and generally making a nuisance of itself.
Patrick had chosen a Marriott in downtown Trenton, New Jersey, not far from the freeway. He’d left as soon as practice ended and checked in. Then he texted Jason with the room number and began to pace.
A knock at the door a while later was either Jason or his sanity, or both, since they appeared to be one and the same, and he hurried to open it. Ah, Jason . He stood there in well-worn jeans and a Henley, his thumbs tucked into his front pockets and an uncertain smile on his face.
“Get in here,” Patrick ordered, his voice thick and rasping, and Jason stepped inside. Patrick