12. Mason
Mason
I carry Luke up the stairs like he weighs nothing, his legs wrapped tight around my waist, his arms around my neck, and his mouth on mine the whole way.
We’ve been waiting for this.
Just about holding back our passion.
But it’s happening now, and it feels right.
Every step feels heavier with need. By the time I push open the bedroom door, I’m rock hard and aching for him. The firelight from downstairs flickers up through the open loft, casting warm shadows across the big king bed I built myself.
I lay Luke down gently in the center of the mattress, then straighten up, drinking in the sight of his flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes dark with the same hunger I feel.
I brace one knee on the bed and brush a strand of hair from his face.
“You sure you’re ready, little one?” I ask, knowing the answer but wanting to make sure anyway. “We don’t have to rush anything.”
Luke reaches up, cupping my jaw, his thumb stroking over my stubble. “I’ve wanted this since the moment you saved me under that barbell,” he whispers. “I’m ready, Daddy. I want you. All of you. I want that big Daddy dick right now and I want it all the way.”
Those words snap something inside me.
I kiss Luke hard, pouring every ounce of the feelings I’ve been holding back into it. My hands move over his body, peeling away his sweater, then his t-shirt, until he’s bare from the waist up.
Fuck, he’s got a great body. Slender but strong. And so damn soft too.
I take my time worshipping his pecs… sucking one nipple into my mouth while rolling the other between my fingers… until he’s arching and whimpering beneath me.
“Daddy,” Luke moans as he sucks on his fingers and looks at me with eyes full of pure animalistic lust.
Clothes disappear in a rush after that.
Jeans, briefs, my shirt, my boxers. Skin on skin feels like coming home. I settle between his thighs, my cock heavy against his own thumpingly hard dick, but I don’t move to his ass just yet.
I kiss down Luke’s body instead—collarbone, ribs, belly, until I reach the sweet spot between his legs. His dick tastes like heaven as it fills my mouth.
I lick and suck his shaft and head with slow, deliberate strokes, two wet fingers playing with his ass at the same time, finding that spot that makes his thighs shake.
“Mason… Daddy… mmmmph…” Luke’s hands fist in my hair as he groans in pleasure, back bowing off the bed, my name falling from his lips like a prayer.
I don’t stop until he’s trembling and close to orgasm. Only then do I rise up, work some lube over his wet ass hole, and notch the head of my cock at his entrance, and then sink into him in one long, deep thrust.
“Fuck, Luke,” I groan. He’s tight, lubed, ready to take me.
The boy is gripping me like he was made for this. For me. For us.
I hook his legs way back toward his head and we move together like we’ve done this a hundred times and still the first time all at once. I keep my pace steady at first, deep and thrusting, watching his face the whole time.
Luke’s eyes flutter open and lock on mine, full of trust and heat and something deeper that makes my chest ache. I lean down, kissing him as I begin to work harder, swallowing his moans.
I feel his orgasm building inside him. I reach between us, my hand around his neck while I drive into him harder. “Come for me, boy. Let me feel it.”
With that, Luke shatters around me with a cry, his cock pulsing hard and fast. The sensation and sight of Luke’s cock shooting its plentiful load onto both of us drags me right over the edge.
I bury myself deep and come hard, growling his name as pleasure barrels through me. I keep moving through it, drawing out every last wave until the boy is trembling and whimpering beneath me.
We collapse together, sweaty and spent.
I roll to the side and pull him into my chest, wrapping my arms around him like I’ll never let go. Luke’s head tucks perfectly under my chin. I stroke his hair, his back, pressing lazy kisses to his forehead while our breathing slows.
“You’re mine,” I murmur into his hair. “All mine.”
Luke snuggles closer, one leg thrown over mine. “And you’re mine, Daddy. So don’t you ever forget it!”
“Ha, I won’t,” I answer, Luke’s sass never far away.
We fall asleep like that… tangled, warm, and closer than we’ve ever been.
* * *
“Up,” I say, my voice a little hazy.
“Already?” Luke answers, a cheeriness in his voice despite the fact he’d clearly rather stay in bed. “Naaawww.”
Morning has definitely come too soon, sunlight streaming through the big windows. We drag ourselves out of bed with matching lazy smiles. Quick showers, then downstairs for a fast breakfast—big bowls of cereal with extra milk for carbs before training.
Luke looks adorable in one of my t-shirts and a pair of my sweatpants rolled at the waist, hair messy, cheeks still flushed with memories from last night.
With breakfast inside us, we’re out the door in record time, climbing into the truck with gym bags. I’m already thinking about spotting my strong boy on the bench, pushing him a little harder today, when the engine sputters halfway down the forest road.
“Shit.” The truck coughs once, twice, then dies completely. “You must be fucking kidding me right now. Gaaargh.”
“Ooops,” Luke giggles, evidently seeing the funny side of thing.
I don’t panic. I slow down a touch and then begin to cruise. We coast to a stop on a wide pull-off overlooking the lake and the waterfall cascading down the opposite ridge.
I check the gauge. Empty.
“Goddamn it. I was supposed to fill up yesterday.”
Luke starts laughing once more, bright, unrestrained giggles that fill the cab.
“Of all the days…” Luke says, slapping his hand on his thigh and seemingly able to brush this off as nothing but one of life’s curveballs. “Looks like I won’t be lifting any weights anytime soon…”
I rub my face, frustrated but already softening at the sound of his laugh. “We can call someone, but it’ll be a bit.”
He turns to me, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Or… we could have another kind of workout right here.”
My cock twitches instantly. “You serious?”
Instead of answering, Luke climbs over the console into my lap, straddling me. His mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is hungry, urgent…
Hands roam and spread like wildfire. Clothes get shoved aside rather than removed—his sweatpants and briefs yanked down just enough, my jeans opened and shoved low on my hips.
Luke grabs a stick of gel from the drinks console and applies it to my cock before reaching under and plunging his fingers into his ass too.
“Fuck, who are you?” I say, a wolf-like smile of pure horniness on my face as I watch Luke pleasure and prepare himself.
My boy then sinks down onto me in one slick motion, both of us groaning at the tight, perfect fit. This time it’s hard and fast. No slow build. Just raw need.
I grip Luke’s hips, guiding him as he rides me, the truck rocking slightly with every thrust. The windows fog up fast. His upper body looks immense as he bounces, his nipples perfectly pink as I pull his t-shirt up and devour his body with my hands.
To Luke’s delight, I lean forward and suck on his nipples hard, one at a time.
“Fuck, baby… yeah, just like that,” I growl against his skin as Luke works harder.
“Mmmmm, Daddy, your dick is just…” Luke groans. “It’s too good.”
Luke cums first, clenching around me with a sharp cry as he climaxes. I follow right after, burying myself deep and filling him as pleasure slams through me. We stay locked together afterward, panting, foreheads pressed together.
Eventually I reach for my phone. “Better call Kaleb before someone drives by and sees us like this.”
Kaleb answers on the second ring, laughing his ass off when I explain. “On my way, Romeo. Try not to fog up the windows too bad.”
We get dressed, still laughing and stealing kisses.
Once we’re decent, I pull Luke out of the truck and we walk to the edge of the pull-off. The view is stunning—morning sun sparkling on the lake, the waterfall roaring in the distance, mist rising into the blue sky.
I wrap my arms around the boy from behind, chin resting on top of his head. “Not how I planned our morning, but I’m not complaining.”
He leans back into me. “Best workout detour ever.”
We stand like that, soaking in the view and each other.
The future still has questions—the rig, the wellness center, Patrick—but right now, with Luke warm in my arms and the mountains watching over us, everything feels possible.
And to top it all off, I’ve just had the hottest truck sex a Daddy could wish for!
* * *
Kaleb’s truck comes rumbling down the forest road about twenty minutes later, diesel can strapped securely in the bed.
I’m leaning against the side of my own truck with Luke tucked under my arm, both of us still a little flushed and grinning like idiots.
The windows of my cab are still fogged up in telltale patches. I try to act casual, but the second Kaleb hops out with that shit-eating grin on his face, I know I’m busted...
“Morning, you two,” Kaleb calls, grabbing the can like it weighs nothing. “Nice day for a scenic breakdown.”
“Appreciate the rescue,” I grunt, stepping forward to help him pour the diesel into the tank. I keep my body between him and the passenger side, hoping the lingering fog on the glass isn’t too obvious.
Kaleb glances past me anyway, eyes flicking to Luke—who’s suddenly very interested in the waterfall view—and then back to me. Kaleb’s eyebrows shoot up and he sniffs the air like a bloodhound, then looks at the clearly steamed-up windows again.
“Workout go well?” Kaleb asks, voice dripping with fake innocence.
I clear my throat, focusing hard on the diesel stream. “Yeah. Good… cardio.”
Luke makes a tiny choking sound behind me, turning it into a cough. Kaleb barks out a laugh and claps me on the shoulder hard enough to make me stagger.
“Cardio. Right. That’s what the kids are calling it these days.” He lowers his voice just enough for me to hear. “You’ve got a hickey starting on your neck, brother. And your boy’s got that freshly fucked glow. Nice work.”
Heat creeps up the back of my neck, but I can’t help the smug little smirk that tugs at my mouth. “Shut the fuck up and pour faster.”
Kaleb chuckles, finishing the pour and screwing the cap back on. “Taron’s waiting at the diner. You two should join us. Breakfast sounds like a solid plan after all that… rigorous training.”
Luke bounces over, eyes sparkling. “Breakfast? Yes please!”
I wrap my arm around Luke’s waist and pull him close, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Good idea. We burned off a lot of calories. Need to refuel before we hit the gym later.”
Luke lets out the cutest little squeal of delight and claps his hands. The sound goes straight to my chest, warm and bright. “Yay! I’m starving. And I want pancakes. With extra whipped cream.”
Kaleb shakes his head, amused. “You two are disgusting. Cute, but disgusting. See you at the diner.” He gives me one last knowing look—half warning, half approval—before climbing back into his truck and pulling away.
I watch him go for a second, then turn Luke in my arms so we’re face to face. “He definitely knew.”
Luke giggles, hiding his face against my chest. “Oh my gosh. Was it that obvious?”
“Windows looked like we’d been driving through a car wash,” I admit, grinning. “But I don’t care. Let him know.”
We climb back into the truck, now properly fueled, and head toward town.
The morning sun is higher now, lighting up the lake and the forest in brilliant greens and blues. Luke reaches over and laces his fingers with mine on the console, his thumb stroking the back of my hand.
It all feels so natural. Easy. Right.
As we wind down the familiar road, my mind drifts to the bigger picture…
Breakfast with friends. Playful teasing. Luke squealing with joy over pancakes. The way he looked riding me in the truck just an hour ago—wild and trusting and mine.
If this is what life could look like every day… waking up next to Luke, impromptu sex in the truck, shared meals, training together, building something real here… then maybe buying the Hardrock Healing Club with him isn’t just a half-baked idea.
I could see myself running maintenance, keeping the place safe and strong. Luke handling the warm, welcoming side—the Little-friendly events, the community feel. Us building a future that doesn’t involve me disappearing for four months at a time.
The thought settles deep in my chest, solid and hopeful in a way I haven’t felt in years.
Luke’s voice pulls me back. “So… did Kaleb really know we just had sex in the truck?”
I glance over at the boy, one eyebrow raised, and answer with perfect deadpan wryness. “Kaleb had no idea.”
He bursts out laughing, swatting my arm. “Liar! His face was hilarious.”
I chuckle, squeezing his hand. “Yeah, he knew. And he’s probably already texting Connor about it. But that’s what Daddies do.”
We drive the rest of the way into town with the windows down, music playing low, Luke singing along badly and making me laugh harder than I have in months.
By the time we pull up outside the diner, I feel lighter than I have since the Patrick text bullshit started. But he’s not on my mind now. Far from it in fact.
Whatever the future holds—the rig, the wellness center, that damn sonofabitch ex, all of it—we’ll figure it out together.
One breakfast, one training session, one honest conversation at a time.
Right now, though? I’ve got my boy, good friends, and pancakes on the way.
Life’s looking pretty damn good.