The Buyout

by Bru Baker

  “Magic, see?” Mason whispered, snapping his wrist with a sharp movement as his palm glided over the head of Parker’s cock. Parker’s breath hitched.

  “I want you to fuck me,” Parker said breathlessly on the next thrust of Mason’s fist, and Parker could feel Mason’s neglected erection brush against his thigh as it throbbed greedily in response.

  Mason looked around, clearly trying to work out the logistics. There wasn’t enough space on the small landing for them to lie down, but they were of roughly the same height, which would make it easier for him to take Parker standing up. Mason pushed at his own jeans, freed his leaking cock, and rubbed it against Parker’s hip as he stepped fully out of his clothes, pulling his T-shirt off for good measure. Parker scrambled to follow suit, kicking out of the pool of fabric at his feet and wrestling his way out of his undershirt, getting stuck for a moment in his haste because he’d neglected to take his unbuttoned dress shirt off first.

  “Eager. I like that,” Mason purred, stroking a finger down Parker’s chest after he’d freed him from the fabric. Parker shivered at the touch, suddenly desperate to have Mason open him up and press his way inside.

  Mason whined impatiently, and Parker gave him one last, hard kiss before turning around, bracing himself against the wall on his bent forearms. Mason leaned forward, letting his cock nestle between Parker’s cheeks, and pressed a trail of soft kisses from the top of Parker’s spine down his back, kneeling behind him once he’d reached his ass.

  “I got tested after the disaster otherwise known as our first date,” Mason said. He rested his forehead against the small of Parker’s back, waiting.

  “So did I,” Parker answered, a little breathless. It had seemed like a good idea, and now Parker was glad he’d done it. He was always safe with his partners, even when it came to blowjobs or rimming, but he’d never fallen for anyone as quickly or as fully as he’d fallen for Mason.

  “Is this all right, then?” Mason nosed against the curve of Parker’s ass, leaving no doubt to what he was asking. “Yes. God. I can’t believe we’re doing this here, but yes.” Parker stiffened and shuddered at the first swipe of Mason’s tongue, which traced the curve of his ass cheek down to where it met his thigh. Mason nipped at the tender skin, grinning when Parker yelped, and then licked a broad swath up before Parker could recover, tongue sweeping over his entrance.

  “Mason,” Parker whispered hoarsely, drawing out the word as Mason continued to lick him open, tongue swirling over the sensitive pucker before stiffening to a point and working its way inside him with swift, sure motions.

  Parker grabbed at his own cock, more to keep it from hitting the cool, rough wall than anything, but Mason batted his hand away, tightening his grip on Parker’s hips and pulling him back from the wall so he could bury his tongue deeper inside him. Parker panted and gasped, taking the unsubtle hint and grinding back against Mason’s face. Mason’s satisfied groan had Parker shivering, his cock bouncing against his belly and leaving sticky trails of precome in the fine blond hair.

  Mason kissed his way back up Parker’s skin, replacing his tongue with his fingers. Even with all the saliva he’d coated Parker’s entrance with, both inside and out, it was a tight squeeze to get two fingers inside him with no lube to ease the way.

  “Shit, Parker. I don’t think—we shouldn’t. I’ll hurt you. We don’t have anything,” he whispered, grinding his cock against the smooth skin of Parker’s ass cheeks.

  “I have a condom in my wallet, but I’m fine with not using one,” Parker said, his voice thick with arousal. He turned his head, and Mason caught his lips, letting Parker taste himself.

  “That’s not what I mean,” Mason answered, gritting his teeth. He made a strangled sound as his cock slipped against Parker’s hole, tip brushing the hot skin. Parker whined in protest, pressing back more to try to force him inside.

  “It’s fine. It’ll be fine,” Parker muttered, rutting back against him. “Fuck, Parker,” Mason muttered, taking a step back to remove the temptation. “I’m talking about lube. We don’t have any, and I’ll hurt you if we try to go dry.”

  Parker looked back over his shoulder, incredulous. Mason was really passing up the opportunity to fuck him because he didn’t have lube? Parker didn’t care if Mason’s cock was made of broken glass; if he didn’t fuck him soon, he’d lose his mind.

  “My pants,” he said, a maniacal grin on his face. He dropped into a crouch, digging through the pile of discarded clothing until he found them. He shoved his hand into the pocket, humming in delight when his fingers closed over what he’d been looking for. “We can use this.”

  Mason squinted at the small tube in the dim light, confused for a moment until he recognized the tube of lip balm Parker had shown him at the restaurant, when he’d found out Mason’s mother owned Nature’s Magic.

  “All natural cocoa butter and no additives,” Parker said with a grin. He popped the lid off and grabbed Mason’s hand, smearing the waxy stick all over his palm to show him it would work. The heat of Mason’s skin started to melt it, the scent of vanilla mingling with the smell of their arousal in the small space. Parker grabbed his wallet and fumbled through it until he found a small foil square, which he put in the center of Mason’s palm.

  “We can use one if you want, but I don’t think it will make much difference if we’re using the lip balm.”

  Mason looked at the condom and then tossed it over his shoulder. “You’re lucky I’m allergic to latex,” he said, pushing Parker back enough to give himself room to drop to his knees and grab his jeans. He pulled a condom out of the front pocket and waved it at Parker.

  “Of course you’d be allergic to latex,” Parker muttered. He surged forward and kissed Mason when Mason stood, drawing him flush against himself again.

  “We wouldn’t be having sex right now if I wasn’t,” Mason answered, rolling the condom on. It looked a bit less elastic and crinkled a bit, but aside from that, Parker wouldn’t have been able to tell it wasn’t latex.

  Parker scoffed at Mason’s retort, but he knew Mason was right. Parker had never had sex with someone without a condom before, and his first time with Mason probably wasn’t the time to start. It was hard to think about safe sex when all he could focus on was how much he wanted Mason inside him, though.

  “This is so disturbing,” Mason muttered, but that didn’t stop him from digging out as much of the balm as he could with his fingers. “I’m forever going to equate sex with my mother now. Thanks.”

  Despite his protests, Mason rubbed his fingers until they were coated, then thrust them up into Parker without warning. Parker groaned, slumping back against his forearms as Mason opened him up hastily, spreading the rest of the melted balm over his cock once he’d been able to work three fingers into Parker.

  Mason dropped the tube, the clatter of it rolling down the metal stairs lost in Parker’s groan as Mason pressed into him, cock slowly moving into the tight heat of Parker’s body. Parker could feel Mason tense as he sank deeper into him. Parker tried to push backward, but Mason’s hands clamped on his hips, stilling him.

  He distracted Parker by pressing kisses into the sweaty skin of Parker’s neck, mouth moving gently over the curve where his shoulders rose up to meet it. When Parker tried to push back against him, this time Mason didn’t stop him, letting him take control. When he was fully seated, Parker stopped, the muscles in his legs trembling from the effort of staying upright. They stood, nearly motionless, as Parker squirmed against the stretch and burn of Mason inside him, making him feel like his skin was on fire.

  Finally, Mason started to move, pulling back and thrusting forward in quick succession. Parker pillowed his head against his forearms, his shoulders aching with the force needed to keep himself upright and not allow his cock to slam against the wall.

  Mason’s hand snaked around a second later, wrapped around Parker’s length, and pumped him in time with his own thrusts. After only a few strokes, Parker tensed up underneath
him, his channel constricting around Mason’s cock as he bucked into Mason’s palm, biting his lip to keep from calling out as he came. The moment Parker’s hot release coated Mason’s fingers, he crested over the edge as well, pumping into Parker with bruising force as he rode out his orgasm, hand still working until Parker grabbed Mason’s wrist, stopping him as his softening cock became too sensitive.

  “That was worth waiting for,” Parker muttered, slumping against the wall as Mason gently pulled out.

  “Yeah, but let’s not make it another month before we do it again, yeah?”

  Parker laughed, letting Mason pull him into a loose embrace after he’d tied off the condom and let it fall to the ground. Parker was going to have to remember to pick it up later; he didn’t want Anna or anyone else stumbling across it. “Definitely not.”

  Epilogue

  Two months later ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 4:47 PM): Anna wants to know if we want to have dinner at hers tonight.

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 4:50 PM): Does she still have that horrible cat? ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 4:51 PM): Anna retracts her dinner invitation and says she hopes you die a painful death.

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 4:54 PM): Did you tell her that’s what would have happened if I had dinner in the same room as that cat?

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:01 PM): You’re allergic to cats? MasonPike (11/13/2012 5:03 PM): How could you not have known that? We’ve been living together for over a month!

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:05 PM): To be fair, there’s an extensive list. It would be easier for me to just memorize the things you AREN’T allergic to.

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:05 PM): And furthermore, I don’t have a cat. So why would the fact that you live with me be relevant to the discussion about whether or not I knew about this allergy?

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 5:07 PM): I think I feel a new allergy coming on.

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:15 PM): Do tell. I await your latest witticism with bated breath. MasonPike (11/13/2012 5:21 PM): It involves your cock never coming anywhere near me again. ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:23 PM): You know, several studies have shown that the best treatment for non-life-threatening allergies is immersion therapy.

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:24 PM): Which means that if you ARE allergic to my cock, the best course of treatment would be repeated exposure to it. To build up your tolerance.

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 5:27 PM): And you’d be willing to go to such a great sacrifice for me? Oh, Parker. I could swoon at your selflessness.

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:28 PM): That’s why they call me the prince. Chivalrous to the end.

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 5:30 PM): You are aware that they no longer call you the prince, right? ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:31 PM): They don’t?

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 5:32 PM): No, you idiot. They call you the KING. You own the goddamn company now, remember?

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:33 PM): And yet I hired a chief information officer with a mouth as foul as yours? Maybe I’m not fit to sit on Anderson’s throne.

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 5:37 PM): Why don’t you come down to my office and I’ll make SURE you can’t sit on the throne, sire.

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:38 PM): Continuing to cater to the lowest common denominator, are we, Mason?

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 5:40 PM): Using the royal “we” now, sire? ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:41 PM): I liked you better when your pickup lines were isolated to computers.

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 5:42 PM): Only because you didn’t understand most of them. ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:44 PM): I did so. MasonPike (11/13/2012 5:45 PM): Really? So lay

  one on me. And no help from Google. Or Luke or Anna. I know they’re there with you in your office because I haven’t seen them coming back down the hallway.

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:50 PM): I am deeply offended that you’d think I’d cheat. MasonPike (11/13/2012 5:51 PM): Stop stalling. ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:53 PM): Fine.

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 5:54 PM): Mason Pike, you have stolen the ASCII to my heart. ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 6:01 PM): What, you don’t have anything to say to that?

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 6:04 PM): I do. Tell Liam he still owes me lunch.

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 6:07 PM): Who says Liam is here? MasonPike (11/13/2012 6:08 PM): You couldn’t have come up with that yourself. I already banned you from asking Luke or Anna, which pretty much leaves Liam, because you don’t know anyone else who gets geek humor.

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  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 6:12 PM): Is that supposed to mean something, or did you fall asleep on the keyboard again?

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 6:13 PM): Ask Liam. ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 6:15 PM): I love you too.

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 6:17 PM): Want to make like a browser and go home? ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 6:18 PM): Keep up with those, and you won’t be the only one with an allergy. Ready in five?

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 6:19 PM): Yes. And bring your entourage. We can order in.

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 6:20 PM): Liam says no pizza.

  MasonPike (11/13/2012 6:21 PM): AHA! So you admit he’s there?

  ParkerAnderson (11/13/2012 6:22 PM): Shut up, Mason.

  ParkerAnderson has signed out.

  MasonPike has signed out.

  About the Author

  BRU BAKER is a freelance journalist who writes for

  newspapers and magazines. She knew she was destined to be a writer by the tender age of four, when she started publishing a weekly newspaper for her family. What they called nosiness she called a nose for news, and no one was surprised when she ended up with degrees in journalism and political science and started a career in journalism. While reporting the news is her day job, fiction is Bru’s true love. Most evenings you can find her curled up with a mug of tea, some fuzzy socks, and a book or her laptop. Whether it’s creating her own characters or getting caught up in someone else’s, there’s no denying that Bru is happiest when she’s engrossed in a book. She and her husband live in the Midwest with their two young children, whose antics make finding time to write difficult but never let life get boring. Visit Bru online at http://www.bru-baker.com or follow her on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/bru_baker. You can also email her at bru@bru-baker.com.

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