Chapter Eight
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ryan
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to curse or kiss Jonny for ruining my moment with Mason this morning. On the one hand, stopping us had meant we hadn’t rushed into anything Mason might have regretted later. On the other, I was now horny as fuck and knew exactly what Mason’s mouth tasted like and how big his cock was when hard.
And yeah, I’d gotten a delicious-as-fuck roast dinner out of Jonny’s interruption, but not even a mountain of Yorkshire puddings and roast potatoes could make up for the fact that I’d been deprived of Mason’s dick.
I could have dragged Mason back upstairs for another make-out session once we’d come home, but I was too full of food to do anything but flop across the armchair and watch Mason and Jonny play Call of Duty . I had absolutely no idea what the fuck this game was about but I knew two things: it was very violent, and Ghost and Soap were definitely fucking.
In fact, I was halfway through some deliciously sexy fanfiction involving the two of them while my housemates cursed and swore at the TV.
“You know, considering how much you two play this game, I’d have thought you’d be better at it,” I said teasingly as Mason groaned and pulled up the menu, which usually meant he was dead and sulking about it.
“Do you want a go?” Mason asked, holding out the controller with a wry smile.
“Fuck no, I know I’ll be shit at it. That’s why I’m doing more fun things,” I said, waving my phone in the air.
“Yeah, like what?” Jonny asked.
“Don’t ask that,” Mason said, jabbing Jonny in the ribs with his elbow. “You don’t want to know the answer.”
“How do you know?” I asked with a laugh. “You can’t answer for him.”
“You’re just making me more curious now,” Jonny said as he tapped the buttons quickly on the controller. He looked over at me with a lopsided but knowing smile. “Is it porn?”
“No, Jonny, I’m not watching porn.”
“I didn’t say you were watching it. Are you reading it?”
I shot him a wink. “Yes, I’m reading a spicy fic.”
“I knew it,” Mason said.
“I thought it might be,” Jonny said. “Especially since you said Ghost had a sexy voice, you asked whether he and Soap are fucking, and you sounded super disappointed when I said no. ”
“Your games are so boring,” I said. “They need more romance in them. It doesn’t even have to be sexy romance.”
Jonny hummed and put the controller on his knee, thinking deeply. “I don’t think I’ve ever really played a lot of games with romance in. At least, I don’t think I have. Characters could be flirting with me and I just haven’t noticed.”
“Mate, you don’t even notice that in real life,” Mason said.
“Says you. You’re the king of being fucking oblivious.”
“I’m not that bad! There’s just a few really specific things I haven’t noticed.”
“Mate, they were really obvious things,” Jonny said, clapping Mason on the shoulder, his smile slightly pitying. Mason pouted and I bit back a laugh because no man of Mason’s size should have looked as cute pouting as he did. Jonny gestured at the TV with his head. “You wanna play again?”
“Maybe,” Mason said, toying with his controller and biting his lip in a way I was definitely not enthralled by. “Are you sure you don’t want to play, Ryan? I feel really bad with you just sitting there.”
“I’m fine,” I said as something in my chest fluttered at the sweetness of his gesture. “I’m really not a Call of Duty person. I’m more your board games and Dungeons it was my fucking life-essence. It was why I’d made my career out of drag and graphic design, where I could funnel my desire for creativity into things that would actually pay my bills.
And buy me more latex, hot glue, and craft foam, but that was another issue.
I drummed my pen against my thigh as I watched Jonny and Mason slaughtering zombies in Isle of Blood II and tried to think of what might appeal to them.
Mason wanted a giant sword and they obviously weren’t opposed to violence, but they’d also want to have some fun. And it couldn’t be too complicated because I doubted either of them would enjoy detailed puzzles. I wasn’t sure what Bubblegum and West would like, but I knew West and Mason gamed together every Wednesday, so that was a start.
I’d always liked fantasy, especially the darker and more mythical parts. Maybe something with monsters in then… vampires maybe .
I hummed as I sucked the end of my pen into my mouth, staring down at the few random bullet points I’d made for myself in turquoise ink. When I glanced up, lost in thoughts about sexy vampires and crypt-hunting ghouls, I noticed Mason staring at me.
He was obviously trying not to look, but his jaw kept twitching as he turned his head, his eyes darting over to me. Smirking, I tightened my lips around the pen and sucked it slightly harder, hoping it made me look sexy and lost in thought.
“Jesus, Mason! What the hell are you doing?” Jonny asked, his loud bark of surprise cutting through the air. “We’re getting fucking obliterated.”
“Shit, sorry! I wasn’t looking.”
“Yeah, that was obvious,” Jonny said with a low grumble as he mashed the buttons on the controller. “Does everyone have to carry your lazy arse on Wednesdays too?”
“Fuck off, you’d be dead without me.”
“Oh yeah, like I haven’t had to save your arse at least three times in the last five minutes.”
“Wanker,” Mason said affectionately, shooting Jonny a teasing grin as he took out three zombies with one shot.
“Tosser,” Jonny said. “But if you keep doing that, I might forgive you.”
“Who’s carrying who now, huh?”
I chuckled and shook my head, making a couple more notes. Running combat with these two was going to be hilarious, especially depending on what classes they picked. For some reason, I could see Jonny picking something like a monk or a rogue while Mason was definitely gonna be something like a barbarian, fighter, or maybe even a paladin, although I wasn’t sure if he’d fancy the magic, even if he could absolutely fuck up some undead monsters with his powers.
West and Bubblegum were again my outliers, but as soon as I thought that, I had a vision of Bubblegum as a warlock with some sort of super girly pop patron who gave them glittering pink magic complete with sparkles and butterflies.
Whatever happened, it was guaranteed to be both chaotic and a hell of a lot of fun.
I stretched out my legs, the casual shorts I’d thrown on when we’d come home riding up slightly to expose more of my thigh. If I stood up, they’d probably have shown off my butt too—mostly because I was pretty sure the shorts were halfway up it, but the point still stood.
From the sofa, Mason made a strangled coughing noise, and I knew it was him because I’d walked around the house in my pants at least a dozen times and all Jonny had ever done was tell me he liked how bright the nail varnish on my toes was.
Jonny couldn’t care less about my thighs, but Mason… Mason seemed very interested in them.
I looked across at him and caught him staring.
I smirked and shot him a wink.
Mason’s face turned a violent shade of tomato red and he coughed so hard he had to thump his chest, like he was suddenly choking.
“Shit, mate,” Jonny said, sounding genuinely concerned as he turned to our afflicted housemate and began rubbing his back. “You okay? Do you need a drink?”
“Yeah, please,” Mason said with a nod. “Glass of water would be great, thanks.”
“I’ll get it,” I said sweetly, hopping out of my chair and heading for the door, knowing that Mason was watching me leave.
And the feeling of my shorts being lodged so far up my crack I could practically taste them was a hundred percent worth it.