by Riley Hart
“Thank you.”
Mason raised a brow. Gavin could do better than that.
“I’m sorry?”
Mason crossed his arms.
“I don’t deserve you, oh great one. You’re sexy, and sweet, and not only the best fuck I’ve ever had, but you give me things I probably don’t deserve.”
“Better.” Mason grinned before nodding toward the piano. “Come play for me, music man.” He could practically feel the anxious energy rolling off his lover.
Mason went to turn, but Gavin grabbed ahold of his arm because he could. “Really, thank you, though. I don’t…no one has ever done something like this for me before.”
Mason shrugged, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden. “Then I’m glad I did it.”
***
Gavin’s fingers felt tight. He opened and closed his hands numerous times to try to make them relax. He had absolutely no reason to feel nervous. The piano always felt like an extension of himself. Any instrument did. He’d played for church, school, and done shows. This was his element, and yet playing for Mason, on the piano Mason bought for him, felt like stepping into a whole other universe.
“What do you want me to play?” Gavin managed to push the words from his mouth before sitting on the bench.
“Surprise me.”
And so he did. His fingers suddenly remembered that this was what they did, that they felt at home here, as they moved across the keys. The sound was slightly off from being moved, but it didn’t matter. Somehow it still sounded perfect to him.
The music flowed from him, slow and then with increasing speed. The notes filled the air, welcomed him, as did the feeling of Mason behind him.
Somehow through all of this, Mason had become like music to Gavin. A constant. Something that made him feel good, that made him feel alive.
When the song ended, he went straight into another one, not wanting the feeling to stop. This was his element. This was what he was born to do. Gavin was good at this, at creating a sound for people to fall in love with. For him to fall in love with.
And he missed it like hell.
At the end of the second song, Gavin forced himself to stop. He only made it mid-turn before Mason’s mouth possessed his, hungry and demanding. It took what it wanted, and Gavin would gladly give it.
Their tongues battled, and then the weight of Mason on his lap, straddling him on the piano bench, sent a whole new set of torture through him. The kind that made him want to bend Mason over the piano and fuck him senseless.
Or maybe to make love with him.
“Jesus Christ, that was sexy as hell. We’re getting a piano for your house and my house, too. I want one every place you can fuck me.”
Gavin didn’t laugh, couldn’t, because he felt so damn much right now—gratitude, friendship, and maybe even something else. “Thank you.”
“You said that already.” Mason fisted a hand in Gavin’s hair. “But you’re welcome.”
He brushed his thumb over Mason’s jaw, felt the rough hair that started to grow there. Wanted to feel it on his body, between his legs and his crack. “You’re making me fall in love with you.” Maybe he shouldn’t admit that, or hell, maybe he shouldn’t even feel it, but he did. Gavin tired of not jumping out of the plane, and he wouldn’t hold that back with Mason.
His lover grinned. “Because I bought you a piano?”
“Because you make me laugh. You think I’m funny, too. You’re loyal and honest. You make me want to live, and when I play, you see the music.”
“Then my plan succeeded.” Mason stood and held his hand out for Gavin. “Take me home, music man. I’ll show you that you’re doing the same thing to me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“It’s been a long day. I need to take a shower.”
Mason closed the door behind them as they stepped into Gavin’s house. Christ, how the hell did this happen? He’d been with Isaac for years and had never fallen in love with him. Yes, he had love for his oldest friend, but he hadn’t been in love with him, yet he felt himself taking a header right over the same cliff Gavin told him he leaped from.
“I’m going to join you,” Mason told his lover, already following him down the hallway.
“That’s fine, but I want to fuck you in my bed.”
Mason grabbed his arm as he went to turn into the bathroom. “What if I want you to take me in the shower?”
“Then I guess I’ll do both.”
Mason laughed. “Ah, think you can go twice in a row, huh? You must be feeling pretty fucking horny.”
Gavin pulled on his earlobe. “You can’t handle it?” He gave Mason this cocky, sort of grin. Oh, he could handle it, all right.
“I can take anything you want to give me. Hell, I fucking want it.” Only he didn’t plan on having Gavin fuck him in the shower, anyway. He had something else in mind.
Gavin pulled off his shirt, and then tossed it to the floor. Leaning into the shower, he turned on the faucets. His back was sexy, muscular and strong. Mason took advantage, kissing his way down Gavin’s spine as he got the water to the correct temperature.
“Mmm, that feels good.”
“I like the taste of your skin. I taste your soap and a hard day’s work on your body at the same time.” Mason fucking loved that. He kept going down, ran his tongue in a line at the top of Gavin’s jeans, tasting the skin there as well.
Gavin tensed up. “If you don’t stop, I’m not going to have a choice except to fuck you in the shower.”
“No fucking. Just playing.” Mason swatted Gavin’s ass. “Get undressed.”
As Gavin did as he said, Mason undressed as well. It was no time before they were both naked and climbing into the shower. It wasn’t nearly big enough for the two of them but they’d make due. The second they were inside, Mason took Gavin’s mouth. Their tongues twined together, their bodies molded against each other in the same way. Mason held Gavin’s face between his hands as he ravaged the man’s mouth.
Water cascaded between them as he thrust his prick against Gavin’s. His lover reached down, wrapped his hands around them both as they worked their cocks together.
“That’s enough.” Mason pulled away even though it about killed him. “No fucking in the shower, remember? You’re the one who insisted on the bed.”
“I changed my mind.” Gavin reached for him but Mason shook his head.
“You’re teasing me.”
“You like it.” And the truth was, teasing Gavin meant teasing himself. He wanted to come—in Gavin’s mouth, or with Gavin’s cock in his mouth. Either way would work, he just needed an orgasm, but he forced himself to hold off.
Mason picked up the soap, lathered his body, and then handed it to Gavin. “We’re both going to have our mouths on every inch of each other’s bodies. Clean up.”
Gavin took the soap from Mason with a smile. He obviously liked the idea as much as Mason did.
***
Gavin rinsed his body and then turned to Mason. He’d already finished, and he had his back to Gavin, his hands flat on the shower wall. Gavin graced the curves and dips of his muscled arms, down his back, and then back up again.
“Give me your mouth,” Mason told him, and damned if his whole body didn’t shutter in anticipation.
He grabbed Mason’s head, tilted it to the side, and then covered Mason’s mouth with his own. He worked to show Mason how hungry he was for him, how much he wanted him as he owned his mouth, while his dick rubbed up and down his crack.
And then he kissed his way down Mason’s back to give the man what he really wanted. What Gavin wanted, too. Water poured over his face as he kneeled behind his lover. It was distracting. All he wanted was Mason’s ass, so he reached behind him and turned it off. “They make it look so hot in porn, but it’s annoying me. I just want you.”
Mason groaned, and pushed his ass out, spread his legs more so Gavin could have better access. He palmed Mason’s cheeks, rubbed his hand down the curve of his ass and to hi
s thighs.
“You’re killin’ me, Gav.”
“I’m admiring.”
“Admire with your tongue.”
Gavin laughed. Sex had always been just that to him—sex. And this was sex, amazing sex, and it made him feel raw, and invincible, like he ruled the fucking world because Mason wanted him this much. But it was more than the sex, too, because his heart thudded, and he wanted nothing more than to please the man in front of him—more for Mason than for himself.
And then Mason’s hands reached behind himself. Gavin looked up to see his forehead against the shower wall, and then he spread his own cheeks, an open invitation for Gavin to have his hole. There was something so vulnerable about it. Maybe it shouldn’t seem that way because he’d known from the first night that Mason needed ass play. He wanted it fucked and licked and fingered, but this, having him hold himself open for Gavin, made his whole body spin out of control. Made him want to claim something for the first time in his life.
His whole body thrummed with need. Gavin leaned forward and slowly, so fucking slowly it almost killed him, he circled Mason’s pucker with his tongue.
“That’s it. Right like that,” Mason moaned from above him.
Gavin kept it slow at first, a prelude, a gentle play of his tongue on Mason’s anus. The longer he ate at him, the hungrier he became, until he licked at him with more speed, his tongue lashing harder.
He buried his face between his lover’s cheeks. Let his facial hair rub the sensitive skin of Mason’s crack as he worked him with his mouth.
“Fuck.” Mason pushed, making his ass move closer to Gavin’s face. Making it move against him.
Gavin bent farther, started with his tongue between Mason’s legs, and then run it up and down his crack to his balls, that hung heavy.
“Finger. Give me a finger. Need something inside me.”
Damned if he wasn’t honored that Gavin got to be that person, the one to fuck him and pleasure him and to call Mason his. He was pretty sure he’d give Mason whatever he wanted.
Gavin sucked his finger before rubbing it against Mason’s hole. He pushed it in, watching it disappear into Mason’s anus before pulling it out again. His lover still held his own cheeks apart for Gavin, so he just watched, watched the slide of his finger. Watched the hole open up and take him, the way it would soon do for his dick.
“I want two. Give me two of them.” Mason spoke with a husky, sex-induced edge to his voice that made Gavin want to come right then and there.
He pulled out, wet two fingers, and then let them invade Mason’s body. Just like with his tongue, he started out slow but then quickened the pace.
“Jack yourself off. I’m going to blow all over this fucking shower and I want you there with me.”
Gavin smiled and gladly used his other hand to pump his dick. Up, down, up, down he jerked his cock, and fucked Mason with his fingers.
“You are so fucking sexy down there. I could have you on your knees every day and never get tired of you down there.”
His balls drew up as Mason’s words hit their mark. Gavin jerked harder, found Mason’s prostate and rubbed the spongy spot. He leaned forward, licking at his lover’s hole as he kept fucking him with his fingers, and then Mason groaned. Jerked. His ass squeezed Gavin’s fingers as he spilled all over the wall. Gavin shot, too, come sliding down his hand and mixing with the droplets of water on the shower floor.
As soon as Gavin pulled his fingers free, Mason grabbed him, pulled him to his feet, his mouth close to Gavin’s ear. “You’re making me feel things, too, music man. Go to bed with me. Fuck me. Play for me. Show me your music.”
There was nothing Gavin wanted to do more.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Mason had no worries that he’d be able to get it up again. His cock already started to stir, wanted more, and from the looks of Gavin, he didn’t have to worry about his lover, either.
They climbed out of the shower together and went straight for Gavin’s bedroom. Their bodies had already started to dry, but he still saw little beads of moisture on Gavin’s back and shoulders. He wanted to lick them all off.
Like he said, he planned for them to have their mouths all over each other before this night was over.
“Lie down,” he told Gavin when they got to the room.
“What do you want?”
“Your cock.”
Gavin went down on his back, with his legs open. With half an erection already, Mason realized he wouldn’t have to work very hard to get Gavin stiff again.
That didn’t mean he wouldn’t pretend otherwise, though.
Mason went to the foot of the bed, kneeling, and kissed the top of Gavin’s foot, his ankle, and then he started to make his way up his lover’s leg.
This man tied him in knots. He was caring and giving. Loyal even to his own detriment, and made Mason want to be a better person, too.
“What happened here?” He kissed a scar on Gavin’s left shin. The hair on his legs moved when Mason breathed.
“I tried skateboarding once as a kid. It didn’t go well.”
Mason couldn’t help but laugh as he continued to kiss his way up Gavin’s body.
“I see how you are. I tell you one of my childhood horror stories and you laugh at me.”
“Somehow I don’t think you were brokenhearted about not being the next big skateboarder.” Mason skipped over Gavin’s hardening prick. He licked his stomach, letting his tongue wet the hair there.
The first nipple he licked, but the second he bit, prompting Gavin to groan and thrust against him. He buried his face in one of Gavin’s armpits then his neck as he sucked the skin there.
“Suck my dick.” Gavin grabbed ahold of Mason’s short hair and pushed his head down.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Do it anyway.”
Mason cocked a brow at Gavin, who added, “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He took Gavin deep. The head of his cock hit the back of Mason’s throat. His lips stretched wide around him as he sucked his lover off.
He went down, sucked Gavin’s sac, played with his balls, which made Gavin thrust. “You like that?” Sucked the sensitive sac into his mouth again, let his tongue trail down the seam.
“Fuck…”
“Soon.” He pulled off just enough to wet two fingers before he went back to blowing the long, thick cock in front of him. Mason let his hands travel under Gavin’s balls until his fingers found his asshole. Mason pushed, twisted and worked his way inside.
Gavin jerked. Gripped Mason’s hair tighter. And he realized that Gavin might miss the feel of something other than fingers inside him. That maybe he wasn’t giving his lover what he needed.
Before he could think about it any further, Gavin pulled Mason off him, flipped them so that Gavin lay on top of him.
It wasn’t often that Gavin got pushy when it came to sex, and he realized he liked it when Gavin did.
Mason pulled Gavin’s head down so that his ear was close to his mouth. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.” Mason spread his legs and Gavin kneeled between them.
Gavin worked quickly from there. He grabbed the lube and a condom from the bedside table. Covered himself and then spread lube on both his cock and Mason’s asshole.
Mason tilted his body so Gavin had the best access to his hole while he rode Mason.
“Hard,” he groaned out as Gavin worked his way inside him. Once he was in, he pulled out and then slammed forward again. There was nothing gentle or slow about it. It was the hard fucking that Mason needed for him.
He wrapped his arms around Gavin, grabbed his ass and slid one of his fingers between Gavin’s cheeks. He worked his finger in dry, using it in unison with each of Gavin’s thrusts.
He fucking loved the stretched, full feeling of this man pounding at him. The slap of their sweaty bodies together.
Gavin changed his angle, thrusting harder, and Mason did the same with his fingers. Using them on his lover whil
e Gavin gave him what he needed.
“Right there. Like that. You feel so fucking good,” Gavin told him, and that made Mason’s cock twitch. Made it let go, ribbons of white pulsing from the tip.
He knew Gavin felt it. He saw the man stiffen above him. Saw the veins in his neck pulse as he came with a growl before collapsing on top of Mason. Just where Mason wanted him.
***
“Go get your guitar, music man.”
Gavin groaned at Mason’s words. Not because he didn’t want to play but because he didn’t want to move. It was so sexy, the feeling of their hard, sticky bodies pressed together. Lying on top of the man who had somehow come to mean so much to him.
Before Gavin could respond, Mason rolled, putting Gavin beneath him. He kissed his neck and said, “I’ll do it for you,” and then walked over to stand in the corner of his room. Gavin liked the guitar that he had in the living room better, but at this point, he just wanted to sit here and play with Mason.
He sat up when Mason handed him the instrument, and then his lover climbed onto the bed across from him.
Gavin’s pulse kicked up in a way it never had before when it came to playing. Usually when he had an instrument in his hand, it was the only time he didn’t mind eyes on him, but in this moment, the nakedness he felt had nothing to do with the fact that he didn’t have clothes on. He felt like he would be showing Mason his soul, though he wasn’t sure why.
“Play for me. Let me see your music, Gav. I already see you.”
Damned if he didn’t know Mason did see him. Probably more than anyone had. Hell, maybe it didn’t make sense. Maybe it was too soon, or the fact that they both had so much going on in their lives, but all he knew was that Mason saw him, and he wanted it that way.
Gavin let his fingers pluck one of the strings. The sound came out wrong to his ears, so he twisted one of the pegs and played again. He continued, working the guitar to get the sound right for a good minute. “I’m tuning.”
Mason chuckled. “Thanks for he heads up, but I can see that.”
“I thought maybe you didn’t know how since you never do it.”
