Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
For a few fraught moments, Mason worried that he’d gone too far and said too much.
But he was always afraid that every conversation or text exchange could be their last and that something would push Sky away again.
Mason wasn’t even that desperate to get off, he’d rubbed one out in the shower before dinner, thinking about Sky.
Which meant that it would take him a while to finish again if Sky did take Mason up on his offer.
He opened the app with a cocky grin, pleased to see that Sky was back online. That meant Sky was still considering it, so he typed out another message.
A response was on its way and Mason laughed when he noticed that Sky had changed his user name to ShySluttin’.
“Please, please, please, please, please!” Mason begged, despite his common sense warning him that he was playing a very stupid game.
He had promised to keep it purely physical and to avoid making it weird.
But Mason already knew he would take whatever he could get and treasure every moment and memorize every detail.
He already loved Sky, but this would seal off parts of Mason’s heart that would never be open to anyone else again.
He was dooming himself to a lifetime of empty hookups, in exchange for a night of passion with the love of his life.
No worries. It’ll be fine.
“I’d better make it count,” Mason told himself, then swore as he looked in the direction of his bathroom cabinet. There hadn’t been any condoms to hide because Mason hadn’t restocked after his last weekend trip. “It would be so obvious if I ran to the drugstore for condoms at this hour. Fuck!”
Mason said “Fuck!” several more times as he typed out another message.
“I could probably get Sarina to run home with some, but she would have to provide emergency assistance while she was here because Sky would try to kill me.”
His response pretty much confirmed Mason’s suspicions.
“Fair enough,” Mason said with a soft laugh. They hadn’t hung out as long as he had hoped in the kitchen but this was already more fun than any of his past flings.
“Was that too much?” he worried, but didn’t have long to wait.
“Oh, no. He’s panicking and overthinking this.”
“If the part about going bareback didn’t scare him, that probably did, you nitwit.”
Sky’s next response took a lot longer and Mason was on the edge of his seat—mattress—when it finally came through.
“Yes!” Mason pumped a fist, then froze when he realized that his gamble had paid off and Sky was expecting him in fifteen minutes. “Fuck. Now what?”
He had a pretty good idea what Sky needed the fifteen minutes for and immediately hopped off the bed and spun in circles for about two minutes, panicking and simultaneously jumping for joy.
“It’s happening! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, it’s happening!”
Mason stopped in front of the dresser mirror and pointed sternly, ordering himself to get it together. He had no right to even hope for another chance with Sky but the gods had smiled upon him.
It. Was. Time.
No more fumbling and acting like a flustered virgin.
Mason was older and more experienced than the last time they’d fooled around.
He knew how to give Sky exactly what he was looking for and was going to prove that he could do it like a pro, without making things between them awkward or uncomfortable.
And as a considerate top, Mason appreciated that Sky was probably douching and deserved an equal amount of effort.
He dashed into the shower and used bar soap instead of the fancy body wash Sarina bought him every birthday and Christmas.
He never forgot what Sky had said about liking how he smelled after hockey practice and usually switched back to bar soap whenever he was in town.
Mason didn’t think that the soap in the pumps in the school showers contained kelp and sea salt.
After a thorough scrubbing and a little manscaping, Mason brushed his teeth, retrieved the bottle of lube from his toiletry bag, and pulled on a pair of sweatpants so he’d look like he was relaxed and did this sort of thing often.
Then, he did some push-ups and crunches so his arms, pecs, and abs would be more defined.
He wanted to look as close to Sky’s ideal fuck buddy as possible and make a lasting impression.
Hopefully, he’ll want more…
That was definitely asking for trouble but Mason couldn’t help himself.
This could be the closest he would ever come to having a meaningful relationship with another gay man and this was Sky.
Mason would never want anyone the way he wanted Sky, and there was no telling if he’d ever have another chance as good as this.
Sky was sleeping in his bed and they had all night.
Mason would regret it if he didn’t make the most of the opportunity, no matter how much it hurt later.
He was falling apart on the inside: his heart was racing, and his stomach was doing somersaults as he calmly strolled down the hall and tapped on the ‘guest room’ door.
His casual lean against the door jamb was for stability, he wasn’t sure his legs would work when the knob turned.
The door opened and Mason saw a bright light and thought he would faint but gave his temple a jaunty tap and smiled.
“Heard someone was looking for a chiropractor,” he said with a cocky smirk, presenting Sky with the bottle. Mason’s smile faltered for a moment when his gaze dropped and greedily roamed over Sky’s bare, tattoo-covered torso.
“Just get in here,” Sky said, his tone irritated and impatient as he snatched the lube from Mason. He held a towel around his waist with one hand and used the one holding the bottle to flip Mason off as he headed for the bed, grumbling “This is a stupid idea.”
Mason caught Sky’s elbow and turned him. “It might be, but that doesn’t mean we have to rush or pretend we aren’t dying for this.” He slid a hand around the back of Sky’s neck and pulled him close. “We’ve got all night, and I have to do this right.”
He kissed Sky, slow and deep, winding them both up before yanking the towel out of the way. Mason lowered and lifted Sky, wrapping his legs around his waist and supporting his ass.
“Holy fuck,” Sky groaned, lapping at Mason’s lips as he rushed them to the bed. “This is already too hot.”
“Sorry,” Mason lied as he set a knee on the mattress and carefully lowered with Sky. “It’s not my fault, though,” he whispered and nibbled along Sky’s jaw to his ear, sucking on the lobe. “This has always been hot. It’s all I think about at night while you’re in here.”
“Oh, fuck! Mase!”
Mason shushed and kissed the words tattooed along Sky’s clavicle: Dead Son For Sale.
It was the title of Sky’s first book and it made Mason sad.
The boy in the book was a walking corpse because his father had never loved him or given him the things he needed to survive.
And because the boy wasn’t really alive and was slowly decaying, he had no real value and no one wanted him.
“I’ve always loved you and I’ll always want you.” Mason whispered as he kissed the eye on Sky’s sternum.
Sky’s arms wound around Mason’s head, hugging it against his chest. The quick thudding of Sky’s heart said what he wouldn’t. They remained like that for several moments, until Sky’s arms fell to his sides. He whispered for Mason to keep going but say less.
“Message received,” Mason laughed softly and moved faster, kissing and licking his way down Sky’s body.
He had to suck on Sky’s cock for just a few moments, just for a quick taste, before guiding his legs up and back, so Mason could finally fulfill his ultimate fantasy.
Sky’s hole was so much softer and pinker than he could have ever imagined and Mason moaned euphorically as he sucked and flicked at it with his tongue.
He thrust and drilled, earning a string of strained whimpers from Sky.
“That’s it! Use your fingers too. Open me up and stretch me out,” he urged, clawing at the bedding as he rode Mason’s tongue.
The lube was pushed closer to Mason and Sky grabbed his erection and gave it a few frantic tugs.
“I’m already close! Make me come, then flip me over and make it hurt as much as possible. ”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you feel like you’re flying, like you’ve had a giant cup of Jell-O,” Mason murmured between licks and went back to twirling his tongue as deep into Sky’s clenching heat as he could.
“No! I need it really, really hard!” Sky’s fingers twisted in his hair, holding Mason’s face and mouth right where he wanted it.
He rocked his hips, grinding against Mason’s tongue and panting in desperation.
“Fuck me like I’m fragile or it’s our wedding night and it’ll put me to sleep or piss me off.
I need a rage fuck that will make my teeth rattle and reset my operating system. ”
That didn’t sound like fun… “I’ll see what I can do.”
Mason coated his fingers and slowly worked two into Sky, mesmerized as they slid in and out and twisted as he reached deep.
His mind couldn’t comprehend the fact that he was touching Sky there.
His fingers were inside of Sky, touching his warmest, tightest, softest place and causing him to unravel as he undulated, begging Mason’s name.
He worked a third into Sky’s hole, spreading them as he pushed as deep as he could, making Sky’s jaw stretch as his back bowed off the bed.
“Fuck, fuck fuck, yes!” Sky cried and grabbed Mason’s head, pulling it towards his cock. Mason opened wide and swallowed as much of Sky’s length as he could, sucking in time with his fingers. “Fuuuuuck!”
Mason loved that Sky was just as direct in bed as he was anywhere else and incredibly vocal. He didn’t have to guess if something was working or if Sky wanted something different, he just had to listen to what Sky’s mouth and his body were telling him.
“Okay! That’s good!” Sky huffed and gave his bottom a wiggle. “Enough stretching. Get me off, Mase.”