by Ann Lister
Mason returned the kiss and seemed to lose himself in the blissful connection. Tessler found himself swept up in a storm of tongues and lips as Mason put his whole heart into devouring him. This was so good: Raw and powerful, with even a sliver of sweet all stirred together, and Tessler’s entire body was on fire because of it.
Chapter Eighteen
He was drowning in a sea of sensation and all at the hands of Tessler: Perfect fingers that seemed to be mapping Mason’s body one inch at a time and pushing him to extreme limits of his self-control.
But what a way to go?
His body wanted to fully let go with Tessler, but his damn brain was desperate to put on the brakes. The fear of Tessler seeing all of him was very real. If he saw the worst of Mason’s scars and turned away, it would more than destroy him. His ego was on shaky ground as it was, and being pushed away from the first person Mason had any real feelings for would shatter the flimsy foundation of confidence he’d managed to salvage since the fire.
Mason flinched when he felt Tessler’s fingers run the waistband of his jeans. He was so close to touching his cock. One more inch and he’d reach his leaking tip. The thought of those smooth fingers slipping inside his boxer briefs had another gush of pre-come seeping from his slit. Tessler’s lips were at his neck again while those exploring fingers kept creeping towards their target.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” Tessler whispered against his sweat dampened skin.
Mason drew in a deep breath, then rolled onto his side to fully face Tessler. “I need to come so bad,” he said and took Tessler’s mouth in a blistering kiss. A moment later, the button on Mason’s jeans released and Tessler’s fingers eased inside. “Oh, fuck.”
Tessler’s tongue pushed deeper inside Mason’s mouth. He was so close to coming he could already see stars blurring his vision. Strong fingers wrapped around his shaft and Mason groaned into Tessler’s throat. The front of his pants opened, and Tessler worked to pull out his cock, then the sensation of Tessler’s hot shaft was pressed against the underside of his own. A firm grip squeezed them together and slow strokes began in earnest.
Mason broke the kiss and looked between their bodies and watched Tessler’s fist twist up and down on both of them at once. He felt dizzy, out of control with lust, and his balls ached for release. “That is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Mason admitted.
“You like seeing our cocks sliding together?” Tessler asked in a shaky voice.
“Fuck, yes,” Mason said and pitched his hips.
Tessler groaned and tightened his grip on them. “I’d rather you shoot in my mouth, but I don’t think either of us can wait much longer to come,” Tessler huffed.
“Oh, god … I’m getting close,” Mason grit out. His hand cupped the back of Tessler’s neck and pulled him in for another searing kiss. Between them, Tessler’s hand worked faster; the firm strokes and slippery connection of their mouths was Mason’s undoing. He thrust into Tessler’s fist one last time, allowing the waves of orgasm sweep him away. He let loose all over both their stomachs and Tessler’s hand without another warning.
Tessler didn’t slow his tugs to ease Mason through the aftershocks. He was too close to crashing into his own bliss to decelerate his strokes. Mason trembled through each quake and continued to kiss Tessler senseless. A moment later, Tessler’s breath caught in his throat, followed by a long drawn out sigh.
“Damnnn,” Tessler cursed, then groaned as the euphoria rolled right over him.
They clung to each other, offering easy kisses and licks, until Tessler chuckled and finally let go of their softening cocks. He lifted his hand and inspected the mess of their combined releases dripping from his fingers. Mason watched with fascination when Tessler’s tongue reached out and cleaned off two of his fingers.
“That is fucking filthy as hell,” Mason hissed, “and ridiculously hot.”
“Yeah, you think so?” Tessler asked. “Want a taste? It’s pretty damn delicious.”
“I’ll taste it from your tongue,” Mason said and leaned in to take Tessler’s well-kissed mouth again.
“Hmmm, I could do this all night,” Tessler said. He rolled onto his back and pulled Mason with him to lie against his shoulder. “How about we share a shower? I’ve got one big enough for six people.”
Sharing a mutual hand job while partially clothed was one thing, but getting completely naked to shower with Tessler? Mason wasn’t sure he was ready to fully expose himself like that. Not yet, anyway. Tessler must have felt his reluctance because he tipped Mason’s head so their eyes could connect.
“Hey, it’s okay if you’re not comfortable taking a shower with me,” he said. “I can wait here while you go first.”
“I don’t really need one,” Mason said. “Besides, if I were to shower, I don’t have anything to change into afterwards. I’ll just clean up with a hand towel or something, if that’s okay.”
Mason was starting to roll off the bed when Tessler stopped him. “Mase, are you okay with what happened just now? I mean, I didn’t push you into doing something you weren’t ready for, did I?”
Mason laughed at that. “I’m not some innocent fifteen-year-old,” he said. “I assure you, I wanted every stroke you gave to me, and came so hard I thought I was going to lose the vision in my left eye.”
Tessler flashed a near perfect smile at Mason. “Ditto,” he answered. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that much in my life. I’m coated in it, so I definitely need a shower.”
Tessler climbed off the bed and walked over to Mason’s side. The light caught his bare torso just right and made the smears of jizz glisten. “Jesus, you really are covered in our spunk,” Mason joked.
“Told you so,” Tessler agreed. He looked down at himself and laughed again. “All that from a hand job. Can you imagine the mess we’ll make when we fuck?”
“You think there’ll be fucking?” Mason asked in a teasing tone. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and prepared to stand.
“I sure as hell hope so,” Tessler said and grinned. “But I promise you I’m in no hurry for that to happen.” He waved his arm through the air and directed Mason towards the dim light seeping in from the master bathroom. “You don’t have to shower with me, but you’ve got to check out the stone grotto I had made for this space.”
“A grotto?” Mason asked. He pushed his spent cock back into his pants and zipped up while he followed behind Tessler. A few steps later, they entered the bathroom. “Holy shit.” He sighed. “This is your bathroom?”
“One of the four that are in the apartment,” Tessler replied.
The room was created completely in stone pieces: stone tiles for the flooring and walls, and a long vanity counter top made of one solid slab of smooth granite that surrounded two oval sinks. A giant tub sat up on a platform against one wall that had a huge, round, muted window behind it with veins that made it look like a spider’s web and filtered defused lighting into the large room. At the far end of the room, Mason could see two openings at opposite ends of a wall. He stepped closer and realized this was the shower Tessler had described as a grotto.
Tessler stood beside him and hit a switch on the wall, which bathed the shower area in a soft golden light. Next, he reached around the corner of the wall and turned on a main faucet that started water spilling like raindrops from multiple spigots at various levels mounted within the stone wall. The uneven rocks and green ivy plants coming out of some of the cracks created a gorgeous space that looked much like a cave you might find in a rainforest. You could walk into this area from one end and exit right through the opposite end.
Fucking magical.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Mason stated. Beside him he sensed movement, but he was too engrossed with the stone grotto and the steamy air now filling the cave to take notice … until a very naked Tessler, displaying his full-body tan, stepped into the steam and stood below one of the water spigots to wash himself.
Tessler laughed and soaped himself up, then allowed the water to wash the suds away. “I’m glad you like what you see.”
Mason loved what he saw and a sudden pang hit him in the chest. He wanted to join Tessler in the worst way and wished he felt the same kind of confidence Tessler did with his body. He’d never hesitated to get naked in front of anyone before. All through school, then the military, and with countless lovers, he’d never batted an eye dropping his pants—until now. The reality of that was like a kick to the balls. He hated feeling this way and wanted so badly to change. Maybe Tessler was the person to give him back what he lost? He started to turn away when he felt the sting of tears burn at his eyes. Once again, he was being ridiculous.
“I’ll leave you to your shower,” Mason grumbled quietly.
“Don’t leave,” Tessler requested. He stepped closer to where Mason was standing and leaned in for a kiss. “I kinda like you watching me in here. It makes it feel so—”
“Kinky?” Mason supplied.
“Yeah, kinky,” Tessler said and grinned. “You already know I’m a kinky bastard from my admission about the sex club, and after all those text messages and phone calls we shared while I was away, you can’t pretend to be shocked that I want you to watch me.”
Mason rolled his eyes. Tessler was right, there was no denying Mason loved his kinky side and the level of comfort he attached to it, as if it were nothing at all. Stuff like this was so easy for Tessler and probably because of his experiences at that Black Key Club. He wished he had a fraction of the self-confidence Tessler had, and if he did, he certainly wouldn’t be standing here by himself.
Tessler finished rinsing the shampoo out of his hair and stepped over to Mason once again. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look leaning up against the wall right now?” Tessler asked.
Mason was almost too mesmerized by the drips of water falling from Tessler’s exceptionally long eyelashes to speak. He finally cleared his throat and managed to say, “You can’t be serious. You’re the one all wet and slippery … and so very … naked. Not me.”
“True, but you’re standing there all tatted up with your biceps bulging and that sexy as fuck piercing through your nipple,” Tessler countered. “The hungry way you’re looking at me right now, like you could eat me whole, is making me hard as fuck.”
Mason’s eyes skimmed over Tessler’s slick chest and followed the line of dark hair dividing his abs right down to his groin to see a trim strip of pubic hair that surrounded a nice, thick cock, which sure enough, was lifting and growing in width with renewed interest from their erotic exchange of words.
“You horny fucker,” Mason growled.
“You’ve called me that before,” Tessler said. “Just so you know, I take it as a compliment.” Tessler moved closer. “One day soon, I hope to have you in this shower on your knees sucking my cock”—he circled his shaft at the base with his thumb and index finger and gave his cock a shake—” or maybe I’ll deep throat your dick before I bend you over and slide into your perfect fucking ass.”
Mason latched onto Tessler’s chin and lightly squeezed. “Your mouth is dirty as hell.”
“We’ve already established that you love my special way with words,” Tessler said.
“You’re definitely skilled at word play.”
“I’m skilled with my mouth in general.”
Mason held Tessler’s gaze as his hand reached out and cupped Tessler’s balls. He rolled the smooth sac around in his palm and watched as Tessler bit his own lip to stifle a moan. “Something tells me you’re looking for round two,” Mason said.
“Already locked and loaded.”
“Dry off, dirty boy, and we’ll go for that second round before I have to leave,” Mason said. He picked up a towel that was draped over a warming rack and threw it towards Tessler’s face.
“You had me at dirty boy,” Tessler said as he caught the towel in midair.
Chapter Nineteen
Two hours later, and after another sweaty session of stroking each other that ended in explosive orgasms for both of them, he watched Mason slide into the backseat of the car service hired to take him home. Just as the car pulled away from the curb, BB’s black Jeep drove into the gym’s parking lot to open up for the day. His tired brain wasted less than a minute wondering if BB might have seen Mason leave in a car parked in front of his building because he didn’t much care one way or the other. So what, if BB knew? Then, he wondered if Mason might care if BB found out about them and that changed things a tiny bit. He wasn’t sure if Mason was out to everyone or closeted like most of the guys he knew in the military. It was a subject they’d have to discuss together at some point, but for now, Tessler was going to enjoy his afterglow.
The sun was starting to rise, and as much as he’d tried to get Mason to spend the entire night and stay to have breakfast with him, Mason insisted on leaving Tessler to his usual morning routine—whatever the hell that was, Tessler wasn’t sure. First thing he needed to do was contact his so-called business team and let them know he was back from vacation early. At least he knew he had no appointments planned for another two weeks, since everyone believed he was still away. That was a huge bonus.
He walked into his kitchen, poured himself another cup of coffee, and thought about how much fun he’d had hanging out with Mason the previous night. Their conversation flowed as easily as their physical connection burned hot. He’d never found anyone who could give him both. It’d always been one or the other; either they were great in bed with nothing inside their head to talk about, or had the verbal skills of a professional public speaker with absolutely zero attraction.
Mason offered him both attributes without any effort at all, and he also seemed to appreciate his kinky side, too. That was a total win in Tessler’s book. No pun intended. He honestly had as much fun with Mason in bed as he did sitting around and simply talking, which is why he’d probably revealed so much about himself the night before. It felt wonderful to have someone like Mason in his life, if that’s what was going on with them. Jesus, he hoped so. Maybe he was being stupid to even consider the prospect of letting someone truly inside. A huge part of him felt that way, but then there was this tiny piece of his heart that warmed whenever he thought of Mason or spent time with him. That had to mean something, right? Goddamn, he wanted to believe Mason was the man he portrayed himself to be—and if he was that man—Tessler closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The possibilities that came along with Mason scared the hell out of him. He wasn’t sure he was ready for that or if he ever would be.
Tessler knew he came with a lot of baggage, and he’d also seen the darker side of what Mason was going through, too, with the panic attacks and PTSD. He hoped he’d done a proper job of helping him through that episode, and it felt good to be there for Mason as well. Even still, he made a mental note to research PTSD and see if he could learn a few more tips to help him if it happened again in his presence. Holding him afterwards had been a bonus. He fucking loved the feeling of being needed like that, and he hoped Mason felt the same.
The ping of his phone drew him from his thoughts. He found himself hoping it was a message from Mason, even though he’d barely just left his place, then chastised himself at how ridiculous he was acting. Get a fucking grip. Rushing into something that felt this good would spell disaster. He needed to be patient and allow this to unfold the way it was supposed to—whatever the fuck that meant. He reached for his phone and grinned like a fool as he read the message from Mason.
“Did I wish you Happy Birthday last night?” Mason’s message read.
“Many times, in between screaming out my name to announce the arrival of another orgasm,” Tessler typed back.
“Instant wood.”
“That’s a constant state for me these days,” Tessler answered. “I wish you had stayed.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Next time?”
Tessler asked.
“I’ll think about it,” Mason replied.
“Call me later when you get out of work,” Tessler typed back.
“Will do. Enjoy your day.”
“I’ll try, but it would’ve been a lot more fun if you had spent it with me,” Tessler countered.
“I will soon, because I’ll be looking for a second date,” Mason stated.
“I’ll agree to another date, but only if you bring an overnight bag,” Tessler added.
“What if I said I wasn’t that easy?”
“I’d call bullshit,” Tessler typed back and added a laughing emoji.
“And you’d be right,” Mason admitted, then followed his statement with a ridiculous smiley face.
“Talk to you soon.”
Tessler had a gloomy feeling that the text message he’d just exchanged with Mason was going to be the highlight of his day. They hadn’t made plans to confirm another time they could be together and that also weighed heavy on his mind. Maybe he should have suggested Mason come back over tonight, or see if he was free for the weekend. Tessler knew Mason wasn’t seeing BB again for two more days. He could ask him if he was interested in staying for dinner after his appointment with BB. If he was a “normal person” with no security issues, this would all be an easy thing to plan. He’d simply hire a driver to take them into Los Angeles for a real date. They could have a nice dinner followed by dancing at a club. Then again, with Mason’s leg in the condition it was, he doubted he’d be up for dancing. Maybe he could charter a private jet to fly them up to San Francisco for the weekend?
Tessler made a scoffing sound at himself. He was overthinking this process in a big way. As usual. He seriously doubted Mason would be impressed with weekend getaways or lavish dinners in trendy downtown restaurants. He seemed to be more of the quiet type who would prefer to hang out at home and watch a movie or to go on a hike—something like that. Any kind of strenuous activity would have to wait until Mason was physically back to normal. Until then, Tessler would see what Mason suggested. As long as he could spend time with him, Tessler, honestly, didn’t care what they did together. He made a mental note to check out a few cooking websites for new recipes so he could prepare a nice meal for him. For the moment, that seemed to be the safest way for them to be together, and Tessler loved showing off his skills in the kitchen.
