Start Me Up by #6
Mason sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I want to hurt Libby. If you think I’m being selfish, tell me, and we’ll call it quits.”
“I don’t want to quit.”
“Neither do I,” Mason whispered back.
Sean tugged him closer and pressed his forehead to Mase’s. “I’ve missed you. I’m not gonna lie. I want you.”
Mase shut his eyes and pressed his lips together. “She’s my wife, Sean. If it doesn’t include her, it doesn’t happen.”
Sean placed Mase’s palm on his chest. “Nothing stops the way I feel. Just feelings, that’s all I’m telling you. I just need you to know. Right here, that’s where you are, my boy.”
“Fuck,” Mason quietly swore and turned away, his hand gripping Sean’s tightly. “I’ve never broken my vows to her. You change that, and I don’t want this to be a secret we keep.”
“So tell her. After tonight, I can’t imagine she’d be that shocked.” Sensing this was killing him, he pulled him into a hug. “Come here.”
Mason went easily, resting his head against his shoulder. It was clear how heavy a burden this was for him. “I don’t want to hurt her.”
“We’ll figure it out. Tomorrow we’ll talk, and everything will work out some way or another.”
“What if it doesn’t? What if it’s too much for her and you have to go? I don’t want you to go, Sean.”
He didn’t want to leave either. It had never been more apparent how much Mason put everyone else’s needs before his own. If it was too much, his friend would do everything in his power to reestablish a stable environment for his wife, and Sean would be fucked.
He wasn’t ready to let go. Easing back, he pulled Mase to his chest. “Let me just hold you for a minute.”
Soft hair tickled his chin as he held him. The silence stretched, and soon Mason’s hand found his stomach where it made gentle whorls over his skin. He pressed his lips to Mason’s head, and he turned, eyes glimmering in the dark with so many questions hidden in their depths.
His strong hand wrapped around Sean’s neck as his thumb traced the sharp line of his jaw. The blankets shifted as Mase leaned forward and traced his lips over his. It was too much temptation. He gripped the back of his head and slanted his mouth over his, deepening the kiss.
They bit at each other’s lips as Sean’s cock lengthened.
Mason lowered his body, dragging his hips against him, and Sean realized he, too, was hard.
The weight was so familiar, amplifying everything he’d forsaken when he walked away thirteen years ago.
A sharp pain sliced through his heart, and he fought the urge to break down and cry.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against Mason’s beating pulse.
“I forget how to do this,” Mason confessed, pain and so much regret lacing his voice.
Sean reached for his hand, pulling it from his neck, placing it between his legs. “I’ll never be able to stop you from touching me. But you don’t have to.” In this instance, he needed Mason to be in control. If he chose to stop, they’d stop.
Mason broke the kiss and turned, breathing hard into the hard curve of Sean’s shoulder.
He said nothing, but reached into Sean’s briefs and pulled out his cock, slowly running his hand up and down the length as he squeezed.
As wonderful as Mason’s body and touch felt, fairness and fidelity tainted the bulk of what they were feeling.
He ran his hand over the back of Mase’s head tenderly and held him as he stroked.
Mason’s hand moved faster, jerking and pulling on Sean’s hard cock without looking at him or what he was doing, only feeling, likely remembering how it was. Memories came hurtling back. The moment was so intense they each seemed to have trouble breathing through it.
Sean kissed the side of his head. “Remember how good it was? How many nights we went without sleep just to be with each other?”
Mason’s grip tightened as he tugged harder, faster. Sean’s balls drew up tight. “I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” he quietly warned. Mason only provoked him further by moving even faster.
They were each breathing heavily. His toes tingled, and jolts of electricity buzzed up his spine.
Sean’s cock swelled and pulsed under his firm grip as hot come spilled over his hand.
It was such an all-encompassing release, one he’d longed for, one only Mason could provide. Tears prickled his eyes.
Mase slowed and eased his grip. Sean’s head hummed with pleasure as his heart pounded in his chest. He quickly turned and rolled himself on top of Mase.
There were tears in his old lover’s eyes. “Don’t cry, Mase. Please. Your life is beautiful. Don’t let the past confuse you. I wasn’t strong enough to be what you needed. Libby is. I’ll stay, but not if it hurts either of you.” He leaned down and softly kissed him.
Mason slowly gave over his mouth. They became reacquainted with each other’s taste and feel. When they pulled apart, Mason whispered, “I doubt I’ll ever stop loving you.”
Sean looked into his soft brown eyes. “I know. Me too.”
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