Jono rolled his eyes and leaned across the bar counter, his fingers sliding beneath the collar of Patrick’s shirt to hook around the dog tags. He pulled on them firmly, drawing Patrick forward into a quick, hard kiss that didn’t go unnoticed by anyone in the bar, judging by the catcalls erupting around them. “All right, all right, do your job, Jono. You can do Patrick later,” Marek called out over the noise of the bar.
