Chapter 18 #3
“You said that already,” I replied, pulling my head up to look at him with a little smile.
“I know,” he sighed. “But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.”
He was holding onto so much guilt from so many things that I wondered how he managed to function.
He must have put everything into his work, just to make it all disappear.
That was what he was still doing, except now his work was protecting me.
“Yes you can,” I said, looking him in the eye.
“You can stop. You need to let it all go. What happened with us was a long time ago. I hear you. I know you were a dumb kid who made dumb decisions, because I was a dumb kid who made dumb decisions too. I’ll make more of them, even as an adult.
You’re not that Mason, and I know that now.
I forgive you, I really do. Completely. Please, forgive yourself, okay? ”
He crushed me back to his chest, choking back a sob.
We lay there like that for a while, his hand rubbing my back, until I finally let my hand slowly slide lower.
I gave him plenty of time to stop me if he wasn’t in the mood, but he didn’t.
I slipped my hand into the pajama pants he was wearing and grabbed his soft cock, feeling it rapidly harden in my hand as I stroked it up and down his shaft. “Mm . . .” was all he said.
I licked my lips and glanced at him before sitting up and tugging on his waistband.
He moved his hips up so I could slide the pants halfway down his thighs, and with no further preamble, I lowered my mouth to his dick.
He moaned as I took him into my mouth, and his hand found the back of my head, but he didn’t grab my hair or try to direct me, he just rested it there.
He was fully hard as I worked him, moving up and down and following his thick vein with my tongue.
He rubbed my head and breathed out, “Fuck, Elijah.” I moaned, taking him even further, letting his dick hit the back of my throat even though I gagged.
It twitched in my mouth when I did, and I could already taste precum.
I was hard too, but it was about Mason this time.
I wanted to make him feel better. I wanted him to know it was time to let go of the bad parts of our past.
He moaned out my name and I worked faster, his dick leaking steadily in my mouth by now.
I reached down and gripped my aching cock through the sweatpants I’d fallen asleep in earlier.
He noticed. He pulled at my hair and I popped off his dick and looked at him.
“Take your pants off, feisty,” he whispered.
I sat up and whipped my shirt off first, then pulled the sweatpants off too. I wiped my chin and looked at him to see what he wanted, because right now, I’d do anything if it made him feel better. He pointed to his face. “Get your dick up here,” he said with a little grin.
I moved to straddle his face and then went back for his dick immediately. When he grabbed mine and put it in his mouth, giving a hard suck, it made me pause and moan. That made him moan, which made my dick twitch in his mouth. If he made me come first, I was going to be pissed.
I moved faster, dragging my teeth lightly across his shaft, teasing my tongue into his slit. His dick twitched hard, but suddenly there was a finger right at my hole, already wet and pressing in. So he wanted to race, huh?
I sucked harder, moving my hand to massage his balls as his finger pressed all the way in and moved, quickly finding my sweet spot because he knew my body now.
I jerked and almost bit him, and I felt him smile.
He hummed and hit my prostate again, and for a moment I was completely still, nearly forgetting my quest to get him off as my mind was scrambled by his mouth and finger working me in tandem.
I was thrusting into his mouth almost involuntarily as another finger slipped inside me and attacked my sweet spot.
When I finally managed to come back to myself enough to move again, he was leaking more than before even though my mouth had been still.
I hummed and took him to the back of my throat again, managing not to gag this time and swallowing around his dick.
His hips jerked and he made a strangled sound, letting me know he was almost there.
Even though my legs had started shaking at his assault on my prostate along with his talented tongue, I was still more determined than he was.
His balls had tightened and were heavy in my grip, and I massaged them somewhat roughly, giving him one more good suck before he gave a muffled cry.
His hips thrust upward and his dick erupted in my mouth.
I swallowed down every last drop of cum, licking him clean.
His finger had gone still while his body shook in orgasm, and his mouth had paused on my dick.
As soon as he stilled, though, and I pulled off to catch my breath, he started thrusting his fingers inside me again, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock, and I cried out without meaning to.
My hips stuttered, giving small thrusts into his mouth as he hummed in satisfaction.
I gripped his hips with my hands, my face by his spent cock, unable to do anything more than chase my own release.
“Fuck, Mason,” I said, my mind briefly going back to only a few days before, when I’d believed he’d think a blow job from a guy was repulsive, not that he’d be a fucking expert at it himself.
I gripped his hips tighter and he moaned.
One more hard thrust to my prostate and one more twirl of that tongue that was just fucking right, and he had me crying out as my hips shuddered and my dick pulsed in his mouth.
He swallowed it all, and I collapsed on top of him, even though I didn’t mean to.
“You okay?” I felt him lift his head between my legs. I groaned and rolled off him so I didn’t suffocate him.
“Are you kidding me? Okay?” I asked him. He chuckled and sat up, flipping around on the bed so he was right next to me, and he hugged me to him. “That was supposed to be about you,” I complained, even though I was so sated I still couldn’t move.
I felt him smile into my hair. “I know,” he said softly. “And it was, trust me. Getting you off is almost as good as getting off myself. And I mean, you got me there first, so you have that.”
I laughed at his admission that it really had been a race.
I’d had a head start, though. I was kind of cold, so I managed to sit up and flip around, and he followed suit, covering both of us up as he wrapped himself around me almost protectively.
“Thank you, Elijah,” he said softly. He didn’t have to say what he was thanking me for, and he didn’t need a response.
I squeezed his arms that encircled me as I closed my eyes.
I decided not to mention what I’d seen when I woke up.
Hell, maybe I’d still been dreaming. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but Mason was determined to protect me from whatever human beings were out there trying to hurt me, and I was just as determined to protect him from whatever the shit was that I kept seeing and he couldn’t.
It seemed to freak him out a little every time I said something, even if he pretended like it didn’t.
I’d protect him silently. Whatever it was, whether it was his own conscience trying to destroy him or something else, I’d do whatever it took to keep him safe, even if it meant my own sacrifice.