by Ann Lister
“It’s what’s right,” Tessler countered.
“The food?”
“Yes, the food is great, but being with you like this feels … right,” Tessler said and then reached for Mason’s hand. He laced their fingers, then brought them to his mouth to kiss the knuckles. “Any regrets about me being your first?”
Mason chuckled and tried to hide his grin and the heat Tessler could see coloring his cheeks. “No regrets,” Mason said softly. “If I’d known it felt like that, I might have bottomed years ago, but maybe it was so good because I had you as a partner.”
“You’re good for my ego,” Tessler said, “but it did feel exceptionally amazing with you, so maybe it does have something to do with the people in this equation after all.”
“You never bottom?” Mason asked.
“I used to,” Tessler answered. He set his fork down and reached for his wine glass to take another sip of the dark, red liquid. “In the beginning, when I first started having sex, that’s all I did, until ...”
“Until what?” Mason probed.
“Until I realized I’m more of a top,” Tessler stated.
“Would you ever bottom for me?” Mason asked with a hopeful tone.
“I honestly don’t know,” Tessler admitted. “It’s not that I hated bottoming. It’s more that I feel a stronger connection in the role of a top.”
Mason set down his fork and cleared his throat as if he were about to say something really important, which certainly got Tessler’s attention. “Is it cool if I ask you about the club?” Mason asked after a pause. “Or is that a subject you’d rather not talk about?”
Tessler looked at Mason and tried to calm himself. Was this the beginning of judgment from Mason about his past? If so, they were going to have a serious problem, and this thing between them would be doomed before it even started. “Does it bother you that I’ve visited a sex club on numerous occasions?”
“Not in the way you’re probably assuming,” Mason stated. “I mean, if I’m being honest, I guess I’m a little jealous, even though I know I have no right to be. The main reason I’m asking is because I’ve never known anyone who’s been to a club like that. My buddies and I have been to a few strip clubs, lots of dance clubs, and even a gay club once where I walked in on a bathroom hook-up, but we never went to an actual sex club. I’m just curious about it, that’s all, but if you’d rather not talk about it, that’s cool.”
“What’d you want to know?” Tessler asked.
“Well, what exactly happens there? Is it all just sex?” Mason questioned.
Tessler used his napkin to wipe off his mouth and sat back in his seat. “It’s a sex club, so there is definitely a lot of sex happening, but not in every room.”
“You mean there’s special rooms for the sex?”
“Picture it like this, the place is like a regular club in the sense it has a big bar area and a dance floor,” Tessler described. “Then, at the back of that large, open room there is a set of doors which leads you into the areas where the sex happens. That area is divided up into different sections. There were theme rooms, group rooms, private rooms, and even a dungeon to play in. Some people would drift back and forth between the bar area and the specialty rooms, and others only came for the sex and stayed in the rooms out back.”
“Jesus, that sounds hot,” Mason said.
Tessler saw Mason’s hand pressing down on his crotch, then noticed a significant bulge after he moved his hand. Surprise, surprise. This is turning you on, Tessler thought and smiled. “It was all very hot and different every time I went.”
“I bet you saw all kinds of gay sex in every imaginable position and combination humanly possible, right?” Mason questioned.
“Well, it was a gay men’s club, so that’s who was there,” Tessler elaborated.
“And the sex? Did you—”
“Did I have sex there? Yes, I did,” Tessler answered.
“In front of people?” Mason pushed.
“Sometimes, yes.” Tessler finished the wine in his glass and refilled it. He was suddenly feeling the need to change the subject, but was that fair to Mason? If the shoe was on the other foot, would he want to know the specifics as to what Mason might have done at a sex club? He wasn’t sure what he should do about this conversation right now.
“Do you want specifics, Mase?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. How bad are the details?” Mason asked.
“I’m not ashamed of what I did there, if that’s what you mean,” Tessler answered, “but I don’t want the things I say to hurt you in any way.”
Mason seemed to mull it over inside his head for a bit, then finally he nodded at Tessler. “Yeah, tell me. I think it will bother me more if I don’t know what happened.”
“Okay, but I won’t go into too much explicit detail,” Tessler said.
“Sounds fair,” Mason agreed.
“Remember my first literary agent I told you about?” Tessler began.
“Yes, you’ve mentioned him.”
“His name was Barry,” Tessler explained. “The first several times Barry brought me to the club, he took me around and introduced me to his friends, who were mainly much older men,” Tessler detailed. “I did a lot of watching during those initial visits, but didn’t participate at all. Looking back, I believe that was Barry’s way of grooming me for what was to come, but at the time I was like a kid in a candy store. I’d only ever had sex with Barry at that point, so to see so many other men going at it in the various rooms was pretty damn awesome to a newbie like I was back then. Barry and I would watch everyone for a while, and then we’d disappear into a private room and have sex. It stayed like that for quite a while until this new kid showed up on the arm of one of the older members. His name was Lukas. He was young, like me, blond and very pretty.”
“How old were you at the time?” Mason asked.
“Twenty-one and Lukas was twenty-two but looked a lot younger,” Tessler said. “The man Lukas was with asked Barry if Lukas could kiss me. Anytime anything sexual happened, it was always consensual between all parties. No one was ever forced, harassed, or demeaned into doing anything they didn’t want to do. It’s important to me that you know that. Yes, I was young, but I was never forced to do any of the things I did there. I was just a horny kid who was very curious about his newfound sexuality and took advantage of the opportunities that were presented to me at the club.”
“So, you kissed Lukas?” Mason asked.
“Yeah, we kissed and a bunch of the members gathered around us to watch. One kiss led to another, and then he ended up fucking me in front of everyone.”
“Barry didn’t mind?”
“He encouraged it,” Tessler admitted. “For several months after that, Lukas and I were the shiny new toys at the club, and we did a lot of things with the other men. I guess you could say, we got passed around a lot. I’d never had that kind of attention and it felt . . . nice to be desired like that. For once in my life, I was the popular kid who everyone wanted to be with. To an awkward kid with seriously bad social skills, having this happen opened up a whole new world to me. Those experiences shaped me into who I am today.”
“Were you ever a member yourself?”
“I was certainly there often enough to be considered a member, but I never bothered to go through the paperwork process to make it official,” Tessler said. “I didn’t need to. I had Barry to bring me there whenever I wanted to go, and I was vetted because of him.”
“Did you like going?” Mason asked.
“It’s not for everyone, but I loved being there,” Tessler stated. “I … learned a lot during that time, and for a while, it was a good thing. Eventually it got old, and I didn’t like how it made me feel afterwards.”
“What do you mean?” Mason was turned now in his seat and looking directly at him, which was as much unnerving to Tessler as it was telling. Mason was completely invested in this conversation, and Tessler wasn’t exactly sure why—yet. Mason co
uld be digging for the particulars on what Tessler had done at the club, and if so, how much should he tell him? He didn’t want to turn off the man’s obvious curiosity by revealing too much, so where was the line he needed to be mindful of?
Tessler did his best to keep the tension out of his voice when he asked, “What do you really want to know, Mason? Are you asking what I did or didn’t do there?”
Mason stilled in his chair. “I don’t know. A big part of me wants to know every last, sweaty detail because I think it sounds sexy as fuck. My dick is hard right now thinking about all of the various possible scenarios you might have encountered, but the part of me who wants you for myself … I don’t know. Hearing the sordid details could make me jealous.”
Tessler leaned towards Mason and slid his hand between his legs to feel for his erection. The tight mound was not hard to miss at all and that made Tessler grin. “You perverted fucker,” Tessler said and squeezed.
Mason shrugged and laughed. “Does asking for details make me a dirty, old man?”
“First of all, you’re far from being old,” Tessler replied, “and secondly, I happen to love dirty, so it’s all good.”
“Do you still go to this place?” Mason asked.
“I haven’t been in several years,” Tessler admitted.
“I’m relieved to hear that,” Mason said. “I don’t think I could handle that if we’re going to be together. It probably makes me sound like a possessive jerk, but I’m not sure I could share you like that.”
“That’s part of the reason I stopped going,” Tessler said. “I got tired of being used, at least that’s what it felt like at the end. I wanted to matter enough to someone. Hell, I wanted to be enough so that they wouldn’t need or want anyone else.”
Mason’s fingers stroked the side of Tessler’s face then lifted them to his head. “You matter to me,” he said as he finger-combed Tessler’s soft hair. “Lord knows, you’re more than enough for me.”
Tessler eliminated the space between them and took Mason’s mouth in a kiss so deep and possessive it made them both moan. “It feels crazy to want you as much as I do,” Tessler admitted. “I can’t deny the connection I feel. You’re all that I think about—when you’re not here with me and even when you are—it doesn’t matter.”
“I’m relieved to hear you say that,” Mason whispered. “It’s kind of funny how we met, but I’m so happy we did. I can’t explain it properly, at least without sounding like a lunatic.”
Tessler rubbed his nose against Mason’s. “I think you’re doing a helluva job explaining yourself.”
“Yeah?”
“Definitely,” Tessler said. “How about we go back upstairs and have dessert? I know a great way to serve that Tiramisu.”
“Oh, and how’s that?” Mason asked with a smirk.
“Smeared across the length of your hard dick.”
“Lead the way.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tessler wasn’t joking about his plans to use the Tiramisu as body paint for his cock, and Mason, being on the receiving end of that plan, wasn’t about to complain. He used his fingers to smear the pastry concoction over Mason’s thick shaft and balls and then slowly licked it all off. The process took a long time, and the pleasure from the blowjob was so erotically intense it was almost painful. It took begging on Mason’s part before Tessler finally allowed him to come, and when he did, it seemed endless.
As soon as Mason caught his breath, he looked at Tessler lying beside him. “Your turn,” he announced excitedly.
“Are you sure you’re up to it?” Tessler asked.
“You wouldn’t deny me my dessert, would you?” Mason asked.
“Fuck, no,” Tessler answered, then he passed the container of the Tiramisu over to Mason. “I’m all yours.”
Mason smiled at Tessler. He sure liked the sound of that. He wanted Tessler to be all his, and he didn’t want to share either, not like Tessler described what had happened at the club. As incredible as it all sounded, Mason couldn’t have watched Tessler with other people like Barry had done. Watching complete strangers fuck each other was one thing, but seeing someone you cared about have sex with a stranger? Mason’s heart couldn’t handle the aftermath of that visual.
Mason guessed when it came to sex, he was pretty vanilla compared to what Tessler had experienced in his young life, but at least it sounded like Tessler was no longer interested in that kind of thing. Mason had no problem accepting Tessler’s past, since it was in the past, but there was no way he could experience that kind of lifestyle now with Tessler. His emotions already ran too deep for the man, and that’s exactly what he was thinking about when he took Tessler’s long cock all the way into the back of his throat.
“Fucking hell,” Tessler cried out and Mason chuckled around a mouth full of cock.
He continued to lave him senseless, even spread some of the dessert around Tessler’s hole and licked that spot clean, too. By the time Mason let Tessler come, the poor man was speaking incoherent gibberish. Tessler’s orgasm slammed so hard and fast into him, Mason missed the first ribbon that shot from his tip but managed to cover the head of his cock in time to swallow the rest.
Mason joined him up on the pillow after he eased Tessler through his aftershocks. He gently curled himself up against Tessler’s warm body and draped an arm over his stomach. “Dessert was delicious,” Mason said. “I don’t think Tiramisu has ever tasted that good before.”
Tessler laughed and tugged Mason closer to his side. “It’s all in the serving size and presentation,” he said.
“You do have a nice portion size to deal with there, Tess.”
Tessler rolled partially on top of Mason and pressed his cheek to his chest. “I like the sound of my name coming out of your mouth.”
“I kinda like it when you call me Mase.”
Tessler was quiet for a few seconds while his fingers traced slow patterns across Mason’s chest. Then his fingers paid extra attention to the nipple piercing until Mason could feel his cock beginning to wake up again.
“Do you want to know what my real name is?” Tessler finally asked.
“If you want to share it with me, then sure.”
“It’s Gavin Roth,” Tessler confessed. “That’s my birth name. So few people know who that name belongs to, it sounds weird for me to even say it out loud.”
“Your real name is Gavin?” Mason asked.
“Yep, but I can’t even remember the last time someone called me that,” Tessler answered.
Mason said the name a few times to himself and grinned. He liked the sound of it and even thought Tessler looked like a Gavin, whatever a Gavin was supposed to look like. He pressed his lips to the top of Tessler’s head and inhaled the scent of the man in his arms. He smelled like really good Italian food and the sugary Tiramisu and something else completely unique to Tessler himself. Mason wasn’t sure what it was, but it was definitely his new favorite smell.
“Gavin?”
“Hmm?” Tessler responded sounding half asleep already.
“I just wanted to see if you answered to your name,” Mason said and grinned against the side of Tessler’s head.
“Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up from this sex coma,” Tessler said.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Mason said.
“Good,” Tessler said and pressed his lips to Mason’s chest. “I really like you being here.”
Tessler’s words filled Mason’s heart to the point he worried it might explode with joy, and that’s when he realized just how truly fucked he was with this man. He was falling hard for Tessler—well, Gavin Roth—and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
Tessler prepared them an amazing feast the next morning after another round of orgasms—this time in the shower, and Mason fully enjoyed both. By the time they made it downstairs to the foyer beside the coffee shop entrance, they were in such a state of playful bliss that no one else around them existed until Tessler heard his nam
e being called. They pulled out of their kiss and spun around together to face the voice. Mason felt Tessler tense beside him and wondered if the man now standing before them was a threat or not.
“What are you doing here?” Tessler asked the older, dignified looking man, with the dark hair, wire-rimmed glasses, and thin beard, who was standing in the open door of the private side entrance to the coffee shop.
“Who’s your friend?” the man asked. Mason didn’t care for the way the man’s eyes were canvassing him. It made him feel weird, and judging how Tessler was reacting beside him, he didn’t like it either.
“None of your business,” Tessler spit out.
“Well, since you’re obviously not in the mood for introductions, I’ll do it for you,” the man stated, and then extended his hand to Mason to shake. “I’m Barry, Tessler’s agent.”
“Ex-agent,” Tessler grit out through his clenched teeth. “Don’t leave out the most important part of that phrase.”
“And … you are?” Barry leaned in the direction of Mason while he waited for an answer.
“You don’t need to give him that information,” Tessler said to Mason.
Mason nodded and decided to keep his mouth shut and his hand to himself and see how this interaction played out. Although he might not be one hundred percent physically ready for field work yet, Mason was more than confident he could eliminate Barry as any kind of a threat within a few seconds. The guy hardly looked muscle-bound enough to take down Mason, that was for sure, and Mason had special skills that didn’t even require physical strength. In other words, Barry didn’t stand a chance.
Mason adjusted his stance to make himself appear more formidable and narrowed his eyes at the man. One wrong move and Barry’s ass would be hauled right out of this building and thrown into oncoming traffic. He balled his fists at his side and waited for any sign of trouble.
“I told you not to come back here when I saw you last week,” Tessler said.
