Chapter Twelve
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ryan
“Wait, which dice do I have to roll again?” Rory asked, looking down at his new set of sparkling pink dice. “It’s the D20, right? The big one.”
“That’s it,” I said with a smiling nod as he picked it up and rolled it across the corner of the kitchen table we were all crammed around. It was a small square one that pulled out into a slightly larger rectangle, but with the five of us and all our stuff, it was still a bit squished. “And then you just need to add your spell attack bonus… yeah, the plus four.”
“So that’s a… seventeen. Does that hit?”
“Yes! Now you just need to roll damage—that’s just the D10.”
“Eight,” Rory said, an excited smile on his face as he turned in his seat to look at me. It had been a really fun evening so far and since it was our first ever session of D I had a blast. Do you think I’d ever be able to get a real greatsword?”
“Probably,” I said, chuckling softly as Mason dug his own mug out of the cupboard. “You’re definitely strong enough to wield one.”
“You’d hope so with the amount of work we’ve been putting in.”
“Still sore?”
“Yeah, even more now since Lisa got her elbows into my ass this afternoon.” He winced and rubbed his butt, sliding his hand down to his thigh, and I let my eyes follow his fingers. “I know my muscles were tight but fucking Jesus.”
“I thought sports massages were supposed to be good for you?”
“Apparently, but then again most normal people don’t put their body through what I do on a regular basis.” He sighed and picked up the kettle, which had just finished boiling, and poured water into our mugs. “Don’t get me wrong—I fucking love rugby. I just don’t always love the stuff that goes with it. Which sounds… I don’t know…”
He trailed off and waved his hand like he’d said too much and instead reached in the drawer for a teaspoon. I put my hand out and brushed it against his arm, offering him a gentle smile. “I get it. You can love what you do and still not love parts of it. There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, I’d be surprised if you did love everything,” I said. “Like with drag—I love performing and being on stage, I love the creative part, but getting in and out of drag can be such a ball ache. And all the admin behind the scenes? I fucking hate it. But I hate that about my actual job too.” I laughed. “Admin can kiss my ass. And marketing. And fucking social media! God, why did I pick careers that require me to market myself to people? I should’ve just become… I don’t know. A teacher.”
Mason snorted. “I don’t know if I can see you as a teacher…” He looked at me carefully, his eyes drinking in every inch of me. It felt like he could see right into my soul. “Maybe like an art teacher? Or a drama teacher? But it would be one of those stereotypical ones with the big glasses and the big scarves. Like the one in High School Musical .”
“You’ve seen High School Musical ?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I’ve got older sisters. Cat made me watch all three of them with her multiple times. I can probably remember all the words to the songs too.”
A wicked smile crossed my lips as a wild idea sparked in my brain. So what if it was late and we both had shit to do in the morning, I had to see this for myself. “Do you want to watch them?”
“Now?”
“Yeah,” I said. “We could just watch the first one. I’ve even got some popcorn in one of my cupboards if you want a snack… we can even watch it in my room if you don’t want to disturb Jonny. Or don’t want to let him know about your secret singing skills.”
He laughed as he finished making his cup of tea. “I said I know the words, not that I could sing.”
“Just because you were butchering Freddie Mercury the other week doesn’t mean you’re a total loss.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”
“Maybe it is,” I said. “Although if we wake Jonny up, he won’t make us pancakes this weekend like he promised, so…”
“I’ll keep my voice down then,” Mason said, lowering his voice and shooting me a smile that was far from innocent. “I can be pretty quiet when I want to be.”
There was heat burning in his eyes and it made my stomach twist, my cock twitching in the front of the loose, colourful harem pants I’d pulled on for the evening. “Can you?”
Mason stepped closer, boxing me in against the kitchen counter and leaning down to bring his lips to my ear. “Yeah, especially when my mouth is… busy. I’ve been told I’m pretty good with my tongue, Ryan. Want to try it?”