by Laura John
I nod. “I’d love to.”
“Thanks for the great night,” I tell Sabrina with a kiss on the cheek.
I gave her my number, but I probably won’t ever return her calls if she does call. It just felt like the polite thing to do.
I did have a great night with her, from what I can remember. I was pretty drunk. But I couldn’t and can’t get Mason out of my head. I wonder if Sabrina noticed that I wasn’t fully in it. I tried my hardest to give her my full attention, and I thought the alcohol would help, but my thoughts drifted to the sexy lawyer more than I would have liked.
“I’ll call you,” Sabrina tells me, leaning against her door.
Giving her a wink and a smile, I turn to my waiting Uber. Maybe if I’m bored, I’ll return her call. She really is a nice girl, but she’s young. Not that I’m old, but she’s still younger, and I don’t want her getting attached. I’m not looking for anything more than a good time.
“You clean up good,” Meadow chirps, walking out of her hotel room and linking her arm through mine.
“You don’t do so bad yourself,” I tell her and walk us down the hall. “You know, your family is staying at a different hotel, you don’t have to pretend we are dating yet.”
She giggles and shakes her head. “Oh, I know, but you also know that I’m not the best at walking in these hooker heels, and I don’t want to biff it.”
I look down at her ridiculously tall heels. “Why do you wear those death traps?”
“Because they make my legs and ass look amazing.” She does a little booty shake and stumbles slightly, grabbing onto my arm tighter.
“Are you going to be able to dance tonight or will I be taking you to the hospital instead?”
“Oh, you know I’m ditching them the moment the music starts.”
I laugh and she giggles. I’m really excited to spend some time with my best friend and let loose. Honestly, I don’t have many friends. I hang out with my sister, her husband, and their friends sometimes, but I’m not close with any of them.
I used to be close with Leah, but I drifted away from her when I first started fighting against who I really am on the inside. I still love her, but I know she feels the distance. I’d love to be like we were when we were kids again, but then she’d see through me, and the fewer people that know I’m gay, the better.
“Whose wedding is this again?” I whisper to Meadow from our seats near the back of a banquet hall.
“My cousin. We aren’t close, but I don’t miss family weddings.”
I smile at her. I really do wish I was straight. Meadow would be perfect for me. She’s caring, but sassy. Sweet, but isn’t afraid to tell you where to go and how to get there. She doesn’t put up with my shit and I respect that about her. I can tell her absolutely everything and she never judges me. I guess that’s why it’s a good thing she’s my best friend.
I glance across the aisle and see my boss, Mr. Murphy. He looks at me and smiles with a nod. I do the same back. I continue to glance around, and I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut when my eyes land on him.
“You didn’t tell me Xavier Briggs was going to be here,” I whisper to Meadow.
She glances back and smiles. “I didn’t know. He must be friends or family of the groom. Isn’t he your celebrity crush?”
I nod. I haven’t told her about our drink together. I keep telling myself it’s because I don’t talk about my clients. But I know it’s because of how I reacted to him.
“Why do you look like someone kicked your puppy? This is a wedding. You are supposed to be happy.”
I put on a fake smile and wrap my arm around her.
“I am happy. Sorry, I guess I just fanboyed a little.”
She giggles, “Isn’t the term fangirled?”
“Yeah, but I’m not a girl, so fanboyed it is.”
She smiles and leans into my arm. She fits perfectly, like she always has. If she had a penis between her legs, life would be amazing. But then I’d probably never be here with her because I’m a pussy.
“Maybe later you can meet him. Wouldn’t that be fun?” she asks, tickling my side.
I chuckle. My body wants to be near him again, but my brain is screaming to stay the hell away.
Music starts to play, and everyone hushes as the bridesmaids make their way down the aisle.
When we stand to watch the bride, I can’t help but look at Xavier again. His eyes are already locked on me and he winks. Fuck, that makes my dick twitch; this is going to be a long night if that keeps up.
Why does he have to be so fucking sexy? His perfectly tailored suit may be covering his sleeve of tattoos, but I know they’re there. I wouldn’t be a very good super fan if I didn’t know that about him. His thick dark hair is styled perfectly, and his warm chocolate eyes are inviting me to come closer. While I stare at him, he never once looks away.
“Weddings are so beautiful,” Meadow whispers, brushing a tear away, and drawing my attention back to where it should be.
I wrap my arm around her again and kiss her temple. Maybe Xavier will think I’m straight if he sees this and will stay away from me.
It’s not like I don’t want him, I just want to be partner more. I want to follow in my dad’s footsteps and make him proud. All he ever wanted for us was to be successful and happy. I can’t be both, so I’m choosing to be successful.
“I can’t wait to get a drink. And it’s an open bar, so you might be carrying me back to the hotel tonight,” Meadow giggles as we move to the cocktail space.
“Good thing you only weigh two pounds,” I grab her hand and she narrows her eyes at me.
“You’re being more touchy than normal. What’s going on with you?”
“I thought you wanted to convince your family you were in a happy relationship. Just playing the part,” I shrug and run my other hand through my hair.
She’s totally going to see through my bullshit before the end of the night.
She narrows her eyes some more but doesn’t say anything.
The scotch is going down smooth, and my eyes keep searching the hall for Xavier. It’s like they are working on their own accord. I shouldn’t be looking at him, my attention should be on Meadow. I’m here for her, not me. Every time I find Xavier, he’s already looking at me. He either smiles or shoots me a wink, and I get all warm inside.
“Would you just go over and talk to him already? This whole eye-fucking is driving me insane,” Meadow says with a bit of a slur.
“Dinner hasn’t even started yet and you are already drunk,” I chastise her.
She shrugs. “Don’t change the subject. You liiiike him.” She giggles and sits down at our table.
“Nope, not at all,” I lie, and she starts laughing.
“You are the world’s worst liar. You want to fuck him, I can tell.”
“Keep your voice down,” I growl into her ear, causing her to laugh harder.
“If you don’t talk to him, I will,” she threatens, and I want to scream.
“I can’t,” I say as a poor excuse.
“Give me one good reason as to why you can’t talk to him?” she asks, and I sigh, knowing now is the moment to come clean to her.
“Because he was my client and we went out for drinks. I do really like him, but my boss is here, and no one can know who I really am,” I say in one breath.
Meadow is quiet for a moment, just staring at me.
“Nope, not a good enough reason,” she finally says, shaking her head.
She stands up, straightening her dress, and I grab her hand, pulling her into my lap.
“Please, just wait until after dinner. I’ll say hello, but that’s it. Don’t force me to do something I’m not ready to do,” I plead with her.
She sighs and leans into my chest. “I’m sorry, drunk Meadow doesn’t think sometimes.”
I laugh and give her a kiss on her head. “I know. You’ve met drunk Mason, he’s a gong show.”
She giggles and nods. “He should tot
ally make an appearance tonight!”
I shake my head. “Not happening. I’m getting buzzed, but drunk is off the table. Like I said, my boss is here. I don’t need to get fired for doing something stupid.”
Meadow pushes my chest and moves to her own chair. She gives me a mischievous look, and I don’t like it.
By the time the dance starts, I’m drunk and I know this is not going to end well.
“You are trouble,” I slur to Meadow, who is swaying in her seat.
“Nope, now dance with me. I’m sick of chair-dancing. I want to shake my ass, and I don’t care that my auntie is probably going to get mad at me for ‘making a scene.’” She uses air quotes around the last words, and I laugh.
“Fine, let’s make a scene. It’s not like I’ll be seeing most of these people again, and I think my boss left already.”
She grabs my hand, and we head to the dance floor. They are playing a dirty song and people are bumping and grinding like you’d see at a club. I guess we don’t have to worry about making too much of a scene, pretty much everyone is as drunk as us and letting loose.
Meadow backs her ass into my crotch, rubbing into me. I laugh and grab her waist as her hand reaches up to wrap around my neck. We dance like a couple who wants to fuck, but I’m not hard at all. This doesn’t turn me on, but it’s fun.
I look around and see Xavier at the side of the dance floor. His suit jacket is gone, and he has the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, showing off some of his tattoos. I’ve always wondered what they look like up close and personal.
He smiles at me and tilts his head in a “come here” motion. I’m instantly hard and Meadow notices. She stops grinding and turns around. For some reason, I can’t stop staring at him as he starts to walk out of the hall.
“Go after him,” Meadow says, pushing me.
“It’s too risky,” I whine, making Meadow roll her eyes.
“You deserve happiness. Mason. Now, go or I’m going. I know he swings both ways.”
I glare at her and speed off to where Xavier exited.
When I exit, Xavier is standing behind the doors. He grabs my hand and pulls me into a coat closet.
Quickly, he closes the door and pushes me up against the wall.
I’ve never had someone be so forward and I’m hard as a fucking rock.
“Tell me to stop now, and I won’t do anything,” he whispers against my ear, his beard scratching in a delicious way against my face. “But this connection can’t be one-sided. When I’m near you, my body ignites and all I can think about is you. I’ve never felt this way with anyone, and I need to know how this plays out.” He runs his tongue over my ear and I almost fall over.
I don’t say anything. Instead, I place my hands on his face and smash my lips to his.
He growls and slips his tongue into my willing mouth. A moan creeps up my throat, and I pull him closer to me, slipping my hands down to his waist.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers, and his voice makes me even more tingly inside. “I want to taste you.” His hand reaches for my extremely hard dick.
My brain is screaming no, but drunk Mason takes over and nods.
Xavier smiles and slips to his knees, unbuckling my pants. I’ve had fantasies of a moment just like this, but never in my wildest dreams did I think this would be reality.
My cock springs forward, and his eyes go dark.
“I figured you’d be big, but fuck,” he shakes his head, his eyes on my dick, “You are huge.”
He looks up at me for a moment, licking his lips, his beautiful eyes dilating like I’m a drug to him.
“Thank you,” I murmur like an idiot.
He doesn’t say anything else, just takes my throbbing dick into his warm mouth. His beard and mustache tickle against my cock, but I enjoy the feeling.
I huff out a breath and bite my lip to stop the moan from escaping my mouth.
He sucks, moving up and down in the perfect rhythm. I throw my head back and let out another ragged breath. It feels so good. Has it ever felt this good?
I run my fingers through his hair and look down. His eyes are on mine and I almost come right then and there.
“Fuck, you are so good at that,” I choke out, and I can see the smile in his eyes.
He moves his left hand to my balls and his right hand to the bottom of my shaft, stroking me so he doesn’t gag too much.
Once he picks up the pace and the pressure, I know I’m going to blow.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper, but he doesn’t stop.
Instead, he presses a finger to my hole, something I’ve never felt before, and I blow my load into his hot-as-fuck mouth. I groan and my knees go weak as he keeps sucking, not wasting a drop. I’m about to collapse when he finally stops, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He has a cocky smile on his face, and fuck, I want more.
He stands and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and it’s wrong, but so good.
“Come back to my hotel with me. I promise I’ll make it so good for you,” he whispers, but I shake my head.
As good as this felt, it was a mistake.
“I can’t,” I whisper, avoiding eye contact.
“You don’t have to be scared,” he says, placing his hands on my face.
“I need to get back to Meadow,” I say, before quickly tucking myself back into my pants and rushing out of the closet.
No one is in the hallway and when I get inside the banquet area, I beeline it for Meadow.
“I need to get out of here,” I say, pleading with my eyes, hoping that she’s ready to leave.
She gives me a sad smile and nods. “Okay, let me grab my shoes and purse.”
We make our way to leave just as Xavier is coming back in.
“Please don’t go. I want to get to know you,” he whispers, grabbing my arm. His eyes plead for me to stay, but I can’t.
The fire that I always feel when he touches me burns, and I want to go with him. I want to feel more of the pleasure he gave me, but I can’t.
I shake my head and pull my arm away. I clench my jaw to keep my composure and grab Meadow’s hand. I rush us outside, needing the feel of the cold air.
“Are you sure this is the decision you want to make?” Meadow asks, when we are alone.
I can’t form words so I just nod, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall. I don’t have any other option.
When we get into the cab, I can’t help but let my thoughts drift to Xavier. Meadow senses my unease and rests her head on my shoulder. Why can’t life be easier?
A knock on my office door draws my attention and I see my boss, Mr. Murphy, standing there with a smile on his face.
“Hard at work, I see,” he states, walking in.
“Yes, sir. You know me. Always doing my best for the clients and this company.”
He nods and sits down across from me.
“You have a great work ethic, son, but I’m a little worried about you.”
I frown and try to figure out what he’s getting at.
“All you do is work. That’s great and I’m not complaining, but you know this is a family company. We take pride in passing the company on to younger generations. Your father was a great partner here, and I think you would make one as well. You know we are looking for a new partner in the next year or so.”
I smile. “Yes, I think I would be a perfect match as well. I know I’m younger than most junior partners, but I swear I would make everyone proud.”
“Oh, I know you would, but the board wants to see a family man brought on as partner. When was the last time you were in a relationship? Are you seeing that Meadow girl again? You were at the wedding last weekend with her.”
I look down at my papers. I knew this day would be coming. I’m going to get overlooked for partner because I can’t be a man who marries a woman just to get ahead in life.
I shake my head. “We are just friends. It’s been a while since I’ve had a real relationship
,” I admit.
He looks at me, really taking me in and it feels uncomfortable. Like he’s trying to read my mind or something.
“Families come in all shapes and sizes, Mason. I want you to be happy and I know work makes you happy, but maybe find some happiness outside of work. The position won’t be available for a little while yet, so do some soul searching, and figure out what or who makes you happy outside of work.”
He stands to leave, but turns before exiting my office. “Remember, your family doesn’t have to be like everyone else’s.”
I’m left dumbfounded. Does he know I’m gay? Is he saying that’s all right?
I’ve known Oliver Henry practically my whole life. I’ve had dinner at his house with his family. Even brought Meadow there once. She is the only one I ever brought there. The dinner was nice but awkward. It was always awkward with Meadow when we were dating, because I was trying so hard to prove that I could be straight. When deep down, there was no changing who I am.
It’s been so nice being in Arizona. I’ve missed the warm weather. Sienna is nice and all, but I’m pretty sure that when baseball season ends, I’ll be moving back home to Cali because those Oregon winters are not for me. Thankfully, when we head back, it will be mid-April and warming up.
I’ve been working my ass off, showing my team that they made the right decision signing me. Mason was a boss when it came to getting my contract finalized. I got everything I asked for, and my teammates are amazing. Not one person cares that I’m not straight. I didn’t expect such a warm welcome, but I’m happy for it. I eat, sleep, and breathe baseball. This is the life. So why do my thoughts keep drifting to a certain sexy lawyer? One who happens to have a gigantic cock...
“You killed it today,” Johnny says, slapping me on the back as we walk down the hall to our hotel rooms.
I smile. “We worked as a team and killed it together. We are going to dominate this year if everyone keeps playing this well.”
He smiles and nods. “I would really like to bring home another championship win before I retire.”
