#i will maybe allow sharpy as an alternative answer if I'm in a giving mood

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The only top Jonny does is Kaner

Nonnie now you're just pushing all my buttons 😂

But yes. 😏

"Jonny."

"What?"

"Come here, please."

They're in the hotel about to go out on stage of the convention, but right now it's just the team gathering backstage, guys horsing around, saying hello, comparing tans, swapping vacation resort pics and one upping each other's golf stories.

"What," Jonny asks again, voice flat, eyes flinty, but he came when Pat told him to, and that's all Pat needs.

"Do you think I don't notice?"

Jonny swallows, eyes darting around the room, very carefully not meeting Pat's. Which means Jonny knows exactly what he's doing. Good. Pat wants him to know, to push it. That'll just make it all the sweeter when Pat puts Jonny on his knees later, makes him admit all the little ways he's trying to push Kaner's buttons.

"Do you shirt up," Kaner orders, voice low, and then leans in close. The next words are just for Jonny, whispered in his ear, Pat's hair brushing Jonny's temple, a fleeting touch. "Little slut."

He hears Jonny's sharp inhale, anticipates the little shudder running through Jonny. Jonny's always so fucking easy for it.

"Later," Pat promises, giving Jonny's arm a quick squeeze. Later, Pat's gonna make him strip, show Pat just how good at unbuttoning a shirt Jonny is. Later, Jonny's gonna get to tell Pat all about his fun summer, naked and on his knees for Pat, tell all those stories the audience out there will never hear. Jonny's always keyed up in the summer, when they barely see each other. That's okay. Pat's here to remind him what a good sub looks like.

He doesn't stay and wait for Jonny to do it. Jonny got the message, the offer's on the table. It's up to Jonny to decide what to do with it, if he wants to play.

"Yo Sharpy, wait up," Pat calls, jogging across the room. "I haven't seen you in forever, man, how you've been?"

It's easy, familiar, to catch up with the boys, shoot the shit, even if underneath he's thrumming with tension, hand inside his pocket running over the edge of his room key and all the promises it holds. Pat listens to Burish lament the lack of AC in Italy and lets Crow show off the new sun porch he's built, carefully keeping his eyes towards the front of the room where he doesn't run the danger of catching an errant 19. Pat'll have his answer soon enough.

"Gentlemen, if you'd follow me."

Pat exhales, following Soupy out the door.

By the time they step on stage Jonny's top buttons are done up, all prim and proper.

Pat smirks. Game on.