“Got it.” I briefly released his hand to make a cross over my heart. It was such a stupid gesture, but we’d long ago passed the point of acting like adults around one another.
“So, it’s like this…” he paused long enough to get his thoughts in order. “You’ve met my parents. You know that they’re old hippies who’ve kind of refused to grow up.”
I did know that. It was part of what I loved about Bill and Virginia Atley. They were completely opposite of everything I thought parents were; they were cool, easy-going, and Mason loved spending as much time with them as his schedule allowed, where it was like pulling teeth for me to spend more than a few hours with most of my own family. I nodded and squeezed his fingers, urging him to continue.
“When I was younger, my dad always told me that it didn’t matter what package love came in, as long as the heart inside that package was good. Looking back, I wonder if he knew about me long before I ever did, because he was constantly reminding me of that.” He huffed out a weak laugh.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is…I’m bi.” The energy is took for Mason to utter that one sentence drained the color from his face. The part of my brain that had lusted after him for years longed to reach for his hand, to bury his face to my chest and tell him that it’d all be okay. Unfortunately, that voice was silenced by the confusion and anger that he’d kept something like this from me.
Had I been standing, I’m sure Mason could have knocked me over with a feather. Not once in seven years had I thought of him as anything but strictly straight. As I sat there replaying his words, I repeatedly clenched and released my fists. He was right to make me promise I wouldn’t hit him, because that was exactly what I wanted to do. I was pissed, not because of what he said, but because he hadn’t mentioned anything in all the years we’d known one another. If he had, everything might have been different. Then again, that could have been good or bad.
“I don’t understand,” I responded stupidly. “You were the playboy of the PCL when we were out there. Even the veterans looked up to you because all you had to do was look at a woman and she’d practically drag you into a dark corner.”
Mason leaned closer to me, sliding his hand up my bicep to my shoulder. “That’s what I wanted everyone to think,” he whispered. He was so close now that all I’d have to do was lean in and I could fulfill a long-standing fantasy. But I couldn’t do that I wouldn’t be the one to take the first step, especially since he knew the truth about Eric and me. “I knew it’d be easier that way, so I tried every flavor out there to try and find a woman who’d do it for me, the whole time wondering what it’d be like to have a strong man with broad shoulders drilling into me.”
My cock sprang to full attention at that little bit of information. Not only was the man of my wet dreams telling me that he was interested in guys, he was a bottom as well. Life seriously couldn’t have gotten any better than that.
Mason closed the gap between us, brushing his lips lightly over mine. I slid my arms around his back as I opened my mouth, inviting him to deepen the kiss. His hands fisted in the cotton of my shirt, pulling me closer as his tongue forced its way between the seam of my lips. I moaned as my fingers dug into his shoulder blades, needing to be as close to him as possible. The responsible thing to do would be push him away, but I wasn’t a big enough man to do that. I finally knew the heat of Mason’s mouth, the heady taste that was a combination of minty toothpaste and something uniquely Mason. It became my new favorite flavor as he devoured me with his mouth.
“People change,” he continued when he broke contact to take a breath. “But some things always stay the same. I thought that if I found the right woman, everything else would fade into the distance, but that didn’t happen. I thought if I convinced myself that I was in love with Teresa, I’d forget about the one person I really wanted.”
“Are you saying what I think you are?” I asked, my mind still holding me back from pushing him back on the couch to give him what he seemed to be begging for. My fingers tangled through his hair, holding him so his face was barely an inch away from mine. I feared that, if I let go, the trance would be broken and I’d never know what it felt to press my body against his.
“Yeah, I think I am.” Throwing caution to the wind, I placed my hands on his shoulders and shoved him back. His wavy hair felt like silk under my fingers as I plundered his mouth with a crushing kiss. He moaned as his hips bucked against mine, just as desperate for release as I felt. A surge of connection jolted through my body, from my mouth all the way down to my cock, urging me to claim him. There’d be time for regrets later, but if this was what Mason wanted, I would be the one to give it to him.
My cock begged to be freed from the confines of my jeans, pleaded with my hands to reach between our bodies and pull his sweats over his hips, but I couldn’t. Just like my performance earlier in the day, I allowed someone else to weasel his way into my mind and I choked.
“Mace, we can’t do this,” I said with more than a trace of resignation behind the words. “I don’t want you doing something with me because you think it’ll take my mind off what happened earlier. You deserve better than that. If you’re really interested in guys, that’s awesome, but I can’t be your guinea pig. You mean too much to me for me to lose you when you decide you want to go back to women. I wouldn’t be able to stand being pushed aside because your tastes change.”
Mason’s face contorted as if he’d eaten something sour. “Dude, you make it sound like it’s a banquet dinner and I’m going to decide I picked the wrong entrée! Why can’t life be a buffet? If I’m in the mood for a steak, I’ll have the steak. If I want the salmon, I’ll grab a piece of that. Life’s short, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to get to St. Peter and regret never trying steak. Unfortunately for me, the only cut I’m interested in is you.”
“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” I countered. “Let’s keep going with your ridiculous analogy, because you seem to focus better when we’re talking about food… what happens when you try the steak, only to decide that you can’t stand it? What if you realize that what you thought was steak was closer to a nasty fast-food burger? I don’t want to take that chance.”
Mason shoved me backward, reversing our positions. He sat up on his knees, steadying himself with his hands on my shoulders. “You would never be a disgusting hamburger,” he whispered before leaning in to kiss me.
I knew it was a bad idea, possibly the worst I’d had in a long time, but I wrapped my arms around Mason’s waist as I allowed him to take control of the kiss. He slid closer, until he straddled my lap, grinding our covered cocks together. By the time we stopped exploring one another’s mouths, we were both left trying to catch our breath. Despite the fact that I was the one who had experience being with another man, I felt like the novice. I was the one holding back, trying to put the brakes on something I’d always wanted. “So tell me, what cut of steak would I be?”
“Mmm, I’m thinking a Strip,” Mason teased, pulling my t-shirt over my head. He playfully bit down on my shoulder before nibbling his way to my neck. As his mouth moved higher on my body, his hands traveled down my back, sliding beneath the waistband of my jeans. “As appealing as flank sounds, I think you’re too good for that.”
I arched my back at the searing heat of his fingers digging into the flesh of my butt. “Mason…” I pleaded, although for what I didn’t know.
He continued massaging my ass as his mouth tormented every inch of the skin from my chest up. “I was thinking a tenderloin because you have no fat on your body, but feeling this, I’m thinking maybe you’re more of a bottom round roast.”
“I’ve gone from being a steak to being a roast?” I laughed, worried about where he would go if I let him keep rambling.
“Well yeah,” he responded, pulling back to look at me with those dark, soulful eyes. “Not only is your bottom nice and round, but you’ve always been home to me.”
“Okay, I think it’s time for yo
u to shut up,” I warned him. God help me, but there was no way I could stop what he had started. He opened his mouth to speak, so I pressed my mouth to his, my tongue tracing along his lower lip.
He reached for my hand and I allowed him to lead me down the hall, knowing chances were good we’d both be filled with regret come morning. “One last thing before I let you show me everything I’ve been missing…” He turned to face me, cupping my jaw in his hand. He pushed me back against the wall, holding me in place with his hand at my neck. Never in a million years would I have imagined Mason to have this domineering side to him, but I liked it. He wasn’t pushing hard enough to hurt me, just applying enough pressure that he held my attention. “Don’t ever think you’re only a phase to me. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you, but by the time I knew you were gay, I’d gotten so used to hiding my feelings that I didn’t dare approach you. I meant it when I said you’re the only man I’m interested in doing this with.”
I tried convincing myself that it was a huge mistake to get involved with Mason. I didn’t want to be someone for him to experiment with, but the thought of him screwing around with random men churned my stomach. No, if this were something he really wanted to do, I would be the one he turned to, even if it wound up killing our friendship in the long run. I simply had to hope and pray that wasn’t going to happen.
“Okay,” I conceded. There was entirely too much talking going on and my balls were aching for release. I didn’t care if it was Mason’s hand or lips on me, I simply needed. And I wanted more than anything to take Mason’s cock into my mouth and show him what a blowjob was like from someone who knew what they were doing. I didn’t have any sort of proof, but I couldn’t imagine there was a woman on Earth who sucked cock as well as a man. We had the benefit of knowing what we liked and we used that information to our advantage when giving head.
I slid my hand beneath the elastic of his sweats, groaning when I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I squeezed the globes of his rock-hard ass, pulling him closer to me. I allowed the tips of my fingers to inch closer to his crease, teasing him while allowing him time to understand what it was that I wanted. Mason ran his hands along the length of my torso, massaging and flicking my nipples. Then, he twisted out of my grip, causing my heart to drop into my stomach. “Come on,” he urged me, threading his fingers into my belt loops. “We’re not doing this out here. I don’t want to feel you shoved up against the wall, I want you splayed out beneath me on my bed where I can feel every inch of your body.”
That sounded like one hell of a plan to me. I allowed Mason to push me backward through the bedroom until I flopped onto the bed. He stood over me, staring down at my bare torso. “See, this is what I’m talking about,” he rambled. “Do you have any clue how hard it was for me to hide the hard on I would get whenever you walked around our shitty apartment without a shirt on?”
“Mace, would you please shut up and do something,” I pleaded. The corner of his mouth turned up in a cocky smirk before he fell onto the bed next to me. He propped himself up on an elbow as he stared down into my eyes. The man was a serious cocktease, and I was about to flip him onto his back and take control away from him.
“What would you like me to do?” he teased, trailing one finger from my neck, through the valley between my pecs, all the way to the trail of hair leading to my now painfully erect cock. He cupped my length and my hips bucked into his touch. I wanted to beg him to move, to undo my buttons and wrap his hand around my dick, but he seemed content to sit there massaging me through the denim as he took my nipple into his mouth. My body convulsed at the contrast of his gentle ministrations below my waist and the nearly painful sting of his teeth clamping down around the flesh on my chest.
“Is that what you want? Or do you want me to show you what I used to think about when you’d walk through the locker room with that ratty towel wrapped around your waist?” I was helpless to do anything but lay there as Mason slid along my side, trailing kisses along my collarbone to my neck. Everywhere he touched felt like tiny shocks lighting up my nerves. He continued kissing me, never with enough pressure and never reaching my mouth. “Do you want me to tell you about the times I imagined what it’d be like to give that towel a little tug, leaving you naked and still wet from your shower? How I wanted to drop to my knees and suck you into the back of my throat until I choked?”
“I seriously don’t care what you do, as long as you stop chatting like an old woman at tea.” Mason draped his leg over mine, grinding his cock against my hips as he finally sealed his lips over mine. Good Lord, this man knew how to kiss. His tongue ventured deeper into my mouth and the moan he exhaled sent a shock straight to my dick. Pretty soon, I was going to come in my pants and I couldn’t have cared less, as long as he kept doing what he was doing.
I slid my hands down the length of his back, pausing for a moment before I took his ass in my hands, pulling him so he was nearly on top of me. He followed my lead and tentatively reached between our bodies to release the buttons of my jeans. Never before had I been so grateful to Levis for inventing the button-fly.
“Damn, that’s sexy,” he moaned as he ran his hand up and down the length of my dick. The cloth of my boxers was damp with pre-come, which seemed to fascinate him. “I want to taste you.”
I lifted my hips off the bed, allowing him to strip me naked. He took his time pulling the denim down my legs then ran his hands from my ankles to my thighs. Part of me still wondered if this was all a dream, but if it was, it was the best dream ever. He repeated the motion with my boxers, lifting them carefully, lowering them slowly, licking his lips as my thick shaft sprang free from its confines. I let out a gasp when his hand dipped between my legs and he rolled my balls around in his palm.
I reached for him, stilling him when I thought I saw a moment of hesitation. “Mace, we don’t have to do this,” I assured him. “I’d be just as happy jacking off while watching you do the same if you’re not ready.”
“Liar,” he countered.
“Okay, so not as happy, but it’d still be really fucking good.” The light from the hall cast shadows over Mason’s body that made his deep golden skin glisten. Without thinking, I licked my bottom lip and sighed when I could still taste him there. “The point is, if we’re going to do this, it’s going to be on your terms.”
“And that’s admirable, but that also means you have to trust me to know what I want,” he reminded me. He started stroking my length, pausing from time to time as if to take in the weight in his hand. He was an explorer and I was his uncharted territory. I folded my hands behind my head, giving him free rein over my body. He sucked on my neck as his rhythm quickened on my shaft. A jolt of pleasure grew in my spine and I tried to push back my impending orgasm.
I dug my fingers into Mason’s shoulders, pushing him away to give myself a chance to calm down. “Fuck, how do you know exactly where to touch me to drive me insane?” I asked. I’d been with men who’d never messed around with anyone but other men who didn’t have a quarter of the talent Mason possessed. He kissed his way down my chest once again, allowing my dick to slide through the valley of his pecs. His skin was searing hot and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I threw my head back as I moaned his name, doubting I’d be able to hold out any longer.
Rather than answer me, Mason licked the entire length of my dick before swirling his tongue around the crown. I fisted my hands into the sheets, reminding myself that I couldn’t push him away. The only thing he wanted from me was my trust. He pulled off my dick, staring up at me as he rolled my balls around in his other hand. “Baby, you can learn anything on the internet,” he said with a wink. Before I could challenge him that there was a huge difference between reality and porn, Mason sucked my entire length into the back of his throat.
His fingers slid further back and I tensed for a moment. Bottoming wasn’t something I typically did, and I worried Mason wouldn’t realize that there was more to playing around back there than ramming his fing
ers into my ass. “Relax,” I heard him whisper as a blast of cool air hit my dick. “Just lay there and let me have my way tonight. I’ve been dreaming of this for seven years now.”
“Mason, I’m gonna–” was all I managed to groan before jets of cum poured down his throat. He looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before sucking the last drops off the head of my now overly sensitized cock.
“Damn, if I knew it was that good, I’d have thrown you down years ago,” he teased before placing a kiss at the very tip of my spent dick. When I reached out to reciprocate, Mason pinned my shoulders to the mattress. “Don’t worry about me. Tonight was for you.”
While I ducked into the master bathroom, complete with a six-jet shower and whirlpool tub, Mason turned down the bed. I walked out to find him lying in the bed with his head propped on the pillows, patting the other side of the mattress. “Come on, tomorrow’s going to be a long day. Let’s get some sleep.”
I should have protested, but I didn’t. I slid into the bed next to him, rolling so I faced the wall. It was only a matter of seconds before Mason pressed the length of his body against my back and curled an arm around my stomach. Whatever consequences there were to face in the morning, they would be worth it to have this one night in Mason’s arms.
Chapter 4
Thanks to the night’s distractions, I woke up to my cell phone blaring at six in the fucking morning. I had nowhere to be and nothing to do until the middle of the afternoon, and I was up with the sun. I rolled over, only to find the other side of the bed empty. About the time I started to freak out, realizing that I’d been a Grade-A idiot last night, I heard water running in the master bathroom.
I pushed the door open far enough to catch a glimpse of Sean’s naked body, partly obscured in the steamed over mirror. His eyes were closed as he allowed the water to sluice over his gorgeous form. With only a moment of hesitation, I stripped out of the sweatpants I’d put back on last night to keep Sean from thinking he needed to reciprocate and waited until Sean’s back was turned to walk into the oversized shower area. I wrapped my arms around his body and had to steady myself when he leaned back against my smooth chest. I ran my hands down his pecs, savoring the answering shiver.
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