Chapter 18
Clay
When Marty and I stepped out of the cab, there were a few snowflakes falling and threatening to prepare us for a white Christmas earlier than usual. We entered the office building and I knew I was anxious, and Marty felt it and reached for my hand holding it to calm me.
Although I appreciated the gesture, I didn’t want anyone to come to a firm conclusion. I just wanted anyone who cared, to think... well, to think whatever they wanted. “You can let go now, Marty,” I said, stepping into the elevator.
“I just want to make sure everyone got the picture that you weren’t alone,” Marty said.
“I don’t think anyone remembers me.”
“Oh, they remember. Trust me, they’re still talking about the young ambitious man in the Tom Ford suit who fucked Mason and turned him gay overnight.” I raised an eyebrow in Marty’s direction.
I had hoped they’d forgotten that night and it wasn’t like Marty had said. The moment we stepped off the elevator and strode into the large space, I was the only reindeer in the crowd. There were Grinches, Marty included, Cindy Lou’s and Who’s, but no reindeer.
There wasn’t a mask covering my face, just a red painted spot on my nose Tyler had added before we left the apartment when he couldn’t get me to wear the full-on reindeer costume.
Minutes before entering the Halifax and Mason building, Marty had shoved the antlers in my hand, and then placed them on my head, and when I entered the party, I had been noticed.
“There he is, Marty,” I whispered. “There’s Mason dressed in a handsome Santa suit with a short dark beard no doubt his own. He looks so handsome,” I couldn’t help saying.
“Who is that dude dressed in a Mrs. Claus costume holding on to him and laughing? Do you see how Mason is looking at you. He remembers you, and you thought he wouldn’t.” I wanted him to remember me because I couldn’t forget his face and his body. “He’s coming over, Clay. Time for me to get lost.”
“Don’t leave me, Marty,” I whispered, and pulled his hand and Marty pulled away from me, probably thinking he’d held up his part of the bargain and eager to get home and drink eggnog and gaze at the beautiful fresh Christmas tree Tyler had found for them.
When Mason stepped out of his office with his boyfriend, I was turning the other way and he caught me. I turned to face him when he placed his palm on my shoulder, and said, “Don’t leave, Clay.” His voice smoldered with the sound of sex if sex made a sound.
“Why should I stay and talk to you?” I was hurt and maybe a little bitter too. It was in my voice, and even I could hear the tremble of uncertainty and pain, therefore, I knew Mason could hear it also.
“What is it that you want from me?”
“The chance to explain. A second chance with you to make up for what happened between us.”
“Just what did happen?” I said, thinking I knew the answer.
“You know. Think about it. There must have been something serious when I didn’t return. I thought Halifax would tell you.”
“He told me nothing,” I said, biting each word.
“Is that why you left the firm?” Mason questioned.
“That and everything else. I suppose Halifax didn’t tell you the reason I resigned, Mr. Mason.” I didn’t have enough time to tell him all that I wanted and what I’d been doing the year he left me.
“No, he didn’t,” Mason said. “Don’t talk to me as if I’m a stranger.”
“Then ask him why I resigned. I’m not talking to you as if you’re a stranger because you are.” Mason didn’t deserve this, but I needed to say it.
“Where are you living now? Not the same address I know. I tried getting in touch with you, but no one would tell me anything.”
“That’s because I didn’t tell anyone here.” My eyes wavered and wandered over his face while my heart raced and my body hungered for his touch. “I was hurt,” I said soft and low.
“I was hurt as well when I discovered you had gone before I could explain. I mean there were a lot of things I had to put in order if I wanted to be with you.”
“You haven’t told me anything, and if you wanted to be with me, then why are you with that young dude?” I gestured at the young man who walked to a crowd of men and women who had started the party early.
“I’m not with him. He’s an escort. A paid escort. After tonight I won’t see him again.”
“What’s so special about tonight?” Then the so-called paid escort sauntered over and whispered in Mason’s ear and Mason’s face flushed the way I’d seen it do when he was gazing into my eyes when I claimed him.
“I’m leaving,” and I headed in a rush to the nearest familiar area, the bathroom to hide my embarrassment and pain.
Opening the door I headed for a stall. When I tried to close the door to the stall, Mason pushed it in. He glanced at me. “Aren’t you going to give me a chance to explain?”
“What now?”
“I left for California thinking I would be back in a week. That’s how long I thought my divorce would take, however, because of all the property I had, and April and I were married in California over ten years, the divorce became more complicated.
I had my work and my divorce to concentrate on, and I tried to send a message by Halifax to get in touch with you and to tell you when I would be home and to wait for me. ”
“I didn’t get that message,” I said dryly. I knew why Halifax didn’t send it to me. I had been a threat to his business, and he knew how Mason felt about me.
“I know now you’ve moved on, because you had a date for the party.” I let him think what he wanted, because I didn’t hear what I needed to hear from him.
“After six months of working day and night and trying to hold on to my fortune, I had a mild heart attack, and I was confined to bed, and that’s when I got a private nurse and her son was a boy who dressed as a female.
I think you call them trans. You have to believe me.
” He placed his hands to my face, and I leaned into his palms.
“I don’t want to lose you, Clay. I never wanted to lose you. That night we had together, I knew you were the man I loved, and if you still want an older man with a heart problem, then here I am.”
“Can you have sex,” I asked. Not that it was important, but it could be. I wanted him and I didn’t want to lose him because of a sexual reason. I knew we could fill our lives and experiment with what would work for the both of us, because the feelings we had for each other were strong.
“The doctors said I can. I just haven’t wanted to, until now.”
“Turn around and take off that suit,” I moaned from anticipation. I unzipped Santa and it fell to the floor. That was easy.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” I noticed.
“Does it bother you?” Mason said.
“The only thing that bothers me is... have you had anyone else,” I said, as if I was a jealous lover, and I was. I didn’t want anyone having what I’d enjoyed.
“No. It’s been only you. I’ve been recuperating where I can be with you the way you like and the way I enjoyed. Did I tell you when you made love to me it was the best I’d ever experienced in my life, and so hot,” he said, craning his neck to the left.
“Yes, but how much hotter is it going to be in this stall when I enter you.” Before dropping my reindeer suit, I reached inside the pocket and there was a condom. Marty had prepared me for what I didn’t know would occur, but he forgot the lube.
I spat on my fingers and placed it along the ridges of Mason’s hole and pushed in. “You feel like the first time I entered you. No one has been there,” I moaned with pleasure from the sensation of his ring of muscles opening and closing on my fingers.
Mason’s body had tightened up, and he laid his hands on the wall and braced himself for what I would do to him next.
After tearing the condom packet with my teeth, I slid it on and with my hands, I placed them on Mason’s nipples.
I pinched them and his head rested on the wall and he gyrated his butt against my covered cock.
“That’s good, keep doing that, baby,” I moaned.
The harder I pinched and pulled at his nipples, the more he groaned with pleasure.
“I didn’t know how much I missed this, Clay. Tell me you love me, because I do love you.”
“I thought you knew how much, Mason.”
“Say it. I need to hear it.”
I pushed my length into his hole, and I whispered in his ear as he groaned. “I love you, Mason, and no one will have this but me, because you’re mine from this day forward.”
That was all it took, for me to hear his words, and for Mason to cum. His breathing was hard, and I was happy it didn’t last longer for his sake and mine.
I shot my hips forward, and drove deep inside, and my orgasm followed soon after. I laid against his back, my hard cock buried inside him, my fingers like vice on his taut nipples and his palms still jerking his cock.
“Don’t take it out, Clay, I’m having another climax.”
Then we heard someone bang on the door, and say, “These restrooms were open before. I thought I saw that reindeer and handsome Santa enter, but didn’t come out. Do you think anything happened to them?”
“I don’t know,” a voice said I didn’t recognize, “We’d better get the janitor to open the door.”
We hurried and pulled up our costumes and washed up before the janitor opened the door and raised an eyebrow. Perhaps he remembered us from last year.
When we sauntered out together unapologetic, Mason said to me, “We’re leaving. I’m dropping off Mrs. Santa at his boyfriend’s apartment, and we’re sleeping in a renovated redesigned master bedroom just for you and me.”
“Who sent the invitation?” I had to know.
“My secretary,” Mason said. Only recently she told me everything.” As we were sidestepping the crowd and leaving early out the back entrance, he asked me a question it appeared had been on his mind.
“Who is the man you came here with, baby?”
“My roommate, Marty. He has a boyfriend named Tyler. We live together like a family.”
“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, will you marry me?”
“How soon, because I don’t want you disappearing on me after we’ve made love, especially now before Christmas.”
“I’m not planning on going anywhere, but you are.
You’re coming home with me, and you’re not going back to that apartment.
If your friends want to come live with us, they’re welcome.
My place has another section where they can live away from everyone.
They don’t have to pay to stay with us of course.
That’s my gift to them for taking care of the love of my life, and making it possible that I was able to meet you and have my second chance at love.
“Oh another thing, baby, I want you to meet my family this Christmas Eve.” Mason’s family?
The End