Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Birds were chirping and the room was filled with sunlight when Sky opened his eyes.
For a magical, lingering moment, all Sky heard and saw were happy birds and sunshine.
His flickering, beating body and awkward, itchy limbs were gone.
His muscles had melted, and his spine had been replaced by air.
A drowsy, sated smile curved his lips as he remembered how he had achieved boneless bliss.
Mason had promised to take care of Sky’s needs and he had certainly delivered.
In ways that Sky hadn’t known were possible.
He had expected good sex and to get off once or twice, but Sky lost track of how many times he came.
The orgasms just kept coming. For almost two hours.
Mason had grossly underestimated his endurance.
Honestly, it was kind of rude. I did not sign up for all of that.
Would Sky sign up and go for that ride again? In a motherfucking heartbeat.
But Sky would take some Tylenol beforehand and have plenty of ice ready if he could do it all over.
His brain was reconnecting to his nervous system, and his body didn’t appreciate all the abuse or the way he had slept.
The upper half of his body was face-down while the lower half was turned toward the window and his right leg was stretched out behind him.
His right arm was flung over his head and the left was crushed between his body and the mattress.
“How?” he groaned as he shifted and heaved his face off the pillow so he could see out the window. It still appeared to be morning.
Did I fall and land like this?
Sky squinted at the ceiling and frowned. “Holy shit!” He laughed as he flopped onto his back and scrubbed his face. He was sore in places that hadn’t been sore since he lost his virginity or his first week at Columbia.
“Morning,” a velvety voice drawled, scaring the almighty fuck out of Sky.
“Jesus, Mase!” he shouted and jumped when he realized he wasn’t alone. “Why the hell are you still here?”
Instead of being offended or alarmed, Mason chuckled as he brushed the hair away from Sky’s face and traced his cheek. “I’m a full-service fuck buddy. Cuddling is my specialty, morning sex is included in the package, and I’ll make anything you want for breakfast.”
“I didn’t sign up for that either,” Sky complained and Mason made a worried sound.
“Did you think I’d hit it and run?”
Sky nodded slowly. “That’s how it usually works. I thought you understood the protocol.”
“Where would I run to?” Mason asked, a deep, minty rumble that gave Sky goosebumps.
“I live here and we aren’t strangers. This is different.
” His thumb traced Sky’s lower lip before Mason leaned in and kissed him.
This kiss was gentler—lazier—than the hungry, heated kisses they had shared hours earlier and in the Reflection Room.
Mason’s lips clung to Sky’s as the ends of their noses rubbed and their foreheads touched.
He was tender, and he wasn’t in a hurry or headed in any particular direction.
What is he doing?
No one had ever kissed Sky like this, just for the sake of touching and tasting his lips. Kisses were supposed to get things started and keep things moving. How was Sky supposed to react to this idle, unambitious, yet toe-curling kiss?
Sky drew back, frowning as he searched Mason’s face and his own experiences for an appropriate way to cope with this new and very different situation.
He couldn’t find anything so Sky did the next most natural thing and simply asked Mason.
He would always be safe with Mason, and he could always expect an honest answer.
“What the fuck is happening?” he whispered, earning a soothing shush and more gentle kisses.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to be close to you like this. Just us naked with no reason to hurry or hide. I don’t know if I’ll ever get another chance, so I’m cherishing every single moment. You’re even more beautiful like this.”
“Oh.” That was… Nice? But it didn’t help Sky figure out what he was supposed to be doing or feeling. Questions started stacking in his brain, but it froze when it ran into a terrible possibility. “What about Sina and Sam? What if they come home and catch us together?”
“Stop worrying.” Mason pecked at Sky’s lips and hummed seductively.
“Her shift doesn’t end for a few more hours and breakfast runs late after a kids’ sleepover.
The kids won’t wake up until midmorning because it’s impossible to get them to shut up and settle down if there are more than two of them.
The parents are groggy because the noisy boogers kept them up all night, and one of them has to make a donut and coffee run because who has the energy to make two dozen pancakes and bacon for a handful of cranky kids? ”
“I see…” Some of the morning was starting to make sense. Sky chewed on his lip and searched through the tangle of questions and concerns to sort out his options.
“Easy,” Mason scolded and kissed the part of Sky’s lip he had been chewing on. “I’m still using that,” he teased and sucked on said lip.
“So… We could…do it again?” Sky gave the hair on Mason’s chest an appreciative pet before his hand trailed lower to the edge of the duvet.
Sky lifted it and peeked and his eyes widened.
Mason was already gloriously hard and his cock twitched invitingly as Sky stared at it.
Everything had happened so quickly in the Reflection Room and Mason had taken charge the night before so Sky had yet to do any exploring of his own.
He was suddenly glad he had a chance to rectify that. “Now?”
“If you want, or we could just hang out like this until you’re hungry, if you aren’t feeling up to it,” Mason suggested helpfully. “Last night was a little…intense.”
Sky shook his head, his gaze still locked on its target. Yes, Sky was sore in strange and shameful places, but he wasn’t dead. “I want to do it again, and then I want this dad to make me pancakes and bacon.”
“Whatever you want, Sky. Just ask and I’ll give it to you.” Mason kicked the duvet away and started to reach for Sky but he stopped him.
“My turn!” he said excitedly as he rose and straddled Mason, then stole a quick kiss before bounding from the bed.
“After I pee. Be right back!” His bladder had woken up and was threatening to explode.
The momentary euphoria from the relief made Sky do one of his little hops and he did a few more as he quickly washed up and brushed his teeth.
Super minty toothpastes and morning sex never failed to lift his spirits and make him feel like he was about to float.
“I’m back!” he announced when he leaped onto the bed and into Mason’s arms.
“I missed you.”
“That’s stupid. I was gone for two minutes,” Sky said as he settled over Mason and nuzzled his jaw.
He liked the way Mason’s beard abraded his lips and cheek and the smell of whatever he had put in it.
“So nice.” He hummed happily as he shifted lower and rubbed his face all over the hair on Mason’s chest. “I love when guys are furry.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Mason rumbled, spreading his legs to make room for Sky.
Sky wasn’t finished with Mason’s chest and wound the tip of his tongue around his nipple, making him buck and swear.
“You like that.” Sky nibbled with his front teeth as his thumb strummed the other nipple.
“Like it a lot,” Mason answered in a strained whimper. “I don’t know if I can be cool while you’re touching me,” he admitted shakily.
“Fine. Don’t be cool, but you’re gonna have to deal with it. I owe you for all the times you’ve scrambled my brain and made me drool like a puppy.”
Mason arched and gasped when Sky sucked hard on the pebbled nub. “Fuck! Okay!”
Nope. We are not okay.
Maybe Mason hadn’t gotten the memo or failed to appreciate the gravity of the situation they were in because it hadn’t happened to him yet.
But Sky wasn’t leaving that bed until Mason had the Sonic rings knocked out of him.
They hadn’t discussed what Mason was into or where his boundaries were.
That was fine because Sky was about to find out and do some damage of his own.
“I was obviously off my game at Lance’s funeral and I let you fold me like a basket of laundry last night, but I’m done playing nice.
” He dove into Mason’s armpit, inhaling deeply and lapping.
There was a hint of soap and the salty tang of sweat but there was also a faint whiff of musk that was only found in a man’s pit that drove Sky wild.
He bit, licked, and sucked hard as he made his way down Mason’s torso, unconcerned about any marks he might leave.
“Sky!” Mason yelped when his thigh was bitten and scratched, but Sky growled in delight as he dragged his tongue all over one, and then the other.
“I’ve waited almost twenty years to get my hands on these thighs and this ass, Mase.
Do you know how unfair it was, watching you draggin’ this hockey wagon for all those years?
I was a helpless, horny teenager, and you would wear the shortest shorts and swim trunks…
” Sky shook his head and glared at him. “You obliterated every other man on the planet the moment I hit puberty. I didn’t stand a chance. ”
“Sorry about that,” Mason said but Sky could tell by the way he smiled that he wasn’t the least bit sorry.
“You will be,” he drawled, and his gaze dropped to Mason’s hard-on. “Hey there, big guy,” he crooned as he leaned in and kissed the head loudly. “I’ll be back in a bit, I just want to say hi to your friends,” he whispered before wiggling lower and cupping Mason’s sac and nuzzling it.
“I already love you,” he told it, making Mason laugh. It was quickly replaced with a yelp, and Mason moaned as Sky licked and sucked on one of his balls. They were large and heavy. Sky enjoyed Mason’s tiny swears and gasps as he worshiped them.