Anything To Be With You

47. Thats Boy Smell

That's Boy Smell

Dani

"Mason! Come help me with the groceries!" I yell as I use my butt to hold open the door while my hands are full. "Damnit," I mutter when a loaf of bread falls to the floor. " Mason! I could use your help here!"

Moaning coming from upstairs catches my attention. "The fuck?" I place the bags on the floor and climb the stairs. The moaning gets louder when I get to the top of the stairs joined by grunting. There’s no way in hell I’m barging into Mason’s room with all that grunting and moaning going on, but I can certainly scare the shit out of him. That’ll teach him for having a girl over while I’m out.

I knock on the door. "Bubba? You in there?" I hear muffled curses and I open the door a crack.

"Ma! I’m naked!" he yells.

"Are you jerking it? I heard grunting and moaning." I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

This is going to sound all sorts of fucked up, but embarrassing Mason is one of my favourite things to do.

"Ma!" Mason groans as the door flies open and he’s standing in a pair of shorts and no shirt. His chest covered in sweat and a…hickey. I push my way inside, finding him alone.

"It smells like cum in here," I say over my shoulder.

"That’s boy smell." Mason answers.

I snort. "Let me rephrase that. It smells like sex in here." I look at Mason. "Why does it smell like sex in here, Mason Christopher?"

Movement from under his bed catches my attention and I drop to my knees, moving the blanket that’s hanging over the side of the bed. I find a boy in his underwear with his clothes in his hands staring at me with wide brown eyes.

I stand and look over at Mason. "Tell your friend it’s time to go, then meet me in the kitchen." I leave the room without looking back.

I wait for Mason, pacing the floor. I outed my son before he had the chance to tell me, and I feel fucking awful about it. Why didn’t he tell me? I thought we had a close relationship, that Mason would feel comfortable talking to me about anything. Even his sexuality.

His head pokes past the doorframe as the front door closes behind his friend.

"Sit." I point to a chair, and he hauls his body over and drops into the chair.

"I’m not going to ask what you were doing because I have a pretty good idea," I state, and his body relaxes. "However, I am going to ask if you used a condom."

Mason face turns three shades of red. "Ma."

"No, Mason. There is STI’s to worry about."

He rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, I did."

I exhale. "How long have you two been seeing each other?"

His face turns a deeper shade of red. "We’re not."

"Hold on," I lift a hand up. "Are you telling me that your first time is with a boy you’re not even dating."

Mason snorts. "That wasn’t my first time."

"What!" I shriek, trying to wrap my head around this. "And when, prey tell, was your first time?"

He shrugs. "After my casts came off."

I stand there gaping at my almost eighteen-year-old son. "With whom, and did you use a condom then too?" I ask, afraid of the answer.

"Chase, and yes I did."

I drop into a chair, rubbing my face.

He moves my hands from my face. "Ma, we were safe. And we have been safe every time since."

Oh God.

I don’t like this growing up thing one bit.

"Ma?" Mason calls.

I look at him. Instead of seeing a man before me, I see a little boy. His bright turquoise eyes and sweet smile looking up at me from his highchair, with chocolate ice cream all over his face.

A small whimper escapes. "You’re not my baby anymore."

Mason wraps his large arms around my shoulders. "I’ll always be your baby."

"Oh…God." I sob.

He chuckles and his arms wrap tighter around me. "Come on, Ma."

I pull back and wipe my face. I take a deep breath and give myself a shake. "No more sex in the house when I’m not here or when I am here," I wave my hands. "No sex in the house period."

"Deal. The backseat of cars or seedy motels it is."

I laugh. "Smartass." I touch his cheek, feeling the stubble that’s there and start to tear up again.

"Do I need to call Auntie Erin?" he asks.

I give a watery laugh. "No, Bubba. I’ll be okay."

He stands and kisses the top of my head. "I guess you know now. Does it…does it bother you?"

"That you’re having sex? Yes. Very much."

He rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean."

I take his massive hand in mine. "No, it doesn’t bother me that you’re gay. I was shocked, not going to lie about that, seeing as how back in July you had the girl with the attitude in your room while your friends were destroying my house. However, what bothers me is that I outed you before you could tell me."

Mason sits next to me again. "Nothing happened between me and Kyra. We started, but it didn't feel right. She thought I was scared and when you yelled for me, I used that as an excuse to get the hell out of there." He looks down at his lap. "And I didn't know how to tell you."

I take his face in my hands. "Bubba, you know you can tell me anything. I’m not going to judge," I kiss his nose and he groans. "Unless you kill someone, then I’ll kick your ass. After I help you bury the body of course."

He huffs out a laugh. "Of course."

"Do the boys know?" I question, worried that he’s going to tell me they’re no longer talking.

"They know. Clay is the one who introduced me to Chase." Mason smiles to himself.

That makes me so happy. They accept Mason because of who he is and not because of who he is attracted to.

"I really like Chase, Ma." Mason confesses.

"Tell me about him."

Mason’s smile brightens. "He’s sweet and caring. Funny too. And he makes me feel…amazing. And not just because he’s good at sucking co—"

I slap my hand over his mouth. "If you finish that sentence, I’m going to tell you all about my sex life."

Mason gags behind my hand. "Deal. Even though that would be a short story."

"Smartass." I grin. "Would you like to invite him over for dinner one night?" I ask, removing my hand from his mouth.

"I’d like that." Mason smile.

"Good," I kiss his forehead. "Now, go do some homework or something." I wave him away. "Tell Chase I’m not mad at him and that I’m excited to meet him properly."

"I will." Mason leaves the kitchen and I slump back in the chair.

I don’t like the idea of Mason growing up, but at least I can rest assure that my sex talk worked.