by Mia Watts
With quick jerks to Mason’s pants, he had them off and he moved Mason so that his back was to Dill’s front. Both faced the neighbor. She’d paused, watching in awe of the same beauty that always captured Dill. Then reaching around him, Dill stroked his hands over Mason’s body. He tested the pliability of his chest muscles, scraped over his abdomen with bent fingers, shoved both hands to his pubic area, framing Mason’s perfect cock with his hands. He reached Mason’s inner thighs, grabbing the flesh.
She went back to work on herself, her eyes glazed over. A man came out with a curse on his lips then froze as he too watched the three of them. Dropping his pants, he came to help her.
They got lost in their own dance and Dill wrapped his fist around Mason’s cock, “I want this to myself,” he decided, leading Mason by the stiff appendage.
The wound their way to the bedroom. Mason took advantage of being behind him and slid a finger into Dill’s crack, stroking and nudging the tight hole that waited for him.
With the bed in sight, Mason tripped Dill. He instantly let go of Mason’s cock, not wanting to hurt him. They fell together and Dill felt Mason stretching his ass again. Pain and pleasure pinched him in the abused spot, but Mason got down and worked him with tongue and fingers using saliva to ease the adjustment until finally, Mason took him.
The sudden thrust caused Dill to grunt, but Mason held, letting him get accustomed to the penetration while he kissed the back of Dill’s neck.
“I think that’s my favorite spot,” Dill gasped.
“Your ass? Yeah, it’s my favorite spot, too.”
“My neck.”
“Here?” Mason asked, scraping his teeth on him and causing Dill to shiver.
Dill tried to rise to his knees. Mason pushed his leg under him instead, then reached to fondle the beneath Dill’s balls. His eyes crossed with pleasure.
“To answer your earlier question, I couldn’t follow in my mother’s footsteps and toss you aside no matter how good for you I thought it would be. I love you, Dill. You and Diego were the only two people alive who never let me face life alone. I lost him. I never told him how much being brothers meant to me. I’m not going to lose you without you knowing how I feel about you.”
He thrust deep inside Dill.
Warmth and joy seemed to expand the sensation. Emotion battled with physicality: neither winning but both writhing ecstatically with each other for the common goal of pleasure.
“I’m hoping I didn’t mess things up with you. You were right. It’s more than today or tomorrow. If you’re still okay with that,” Mason finished.
Dill twisted, dislodging Mason. Dill rested on his back with Mason looking into his eyes. Dill could read that uncertainty again.
“Mason, I’m not going anywhere, remember? Get back inside me and fuck my brains out. And when you do it, look at my face and tell me if this is the face of a man who doesn’t think more than today is okay.”
He opened his legs, hauling Mason between them.
“Well? You gonna take my ass or just look at me?” Dill asked.
Mason plunged inside. He grabbed Dill’s hips, draping his legs over Mason’s shoulders in the process. “I like your face. Especially when my cock is in your ass.”
“I like your face when my cock is in that, too,” Dill returned.
Mason nudged Dill’s prostate.
Dill groaned.
“Just so there are no more distractions,” Mason panted. “My mom hired the thugs. The police are arresting her because the whole campaign office heard her confession, and my father died a year ago.”
He pulled almost all the way out and slammed, hard back in.
“Any questions?” Mason asked.
“Yeah, just one.”
“Shoot.”
“Can we fuck now, talk later?” Dill asked.
In answer, Mason slammed into him again, rocking the bed and pounding Dill’s ass with a delicious burn. Mason’s balls slapped him and Dill reached down to stroke his own cock, which had grown hard again.
“Yeah, Dilly-bear, do that for me. Let me see you shoot again. Fuck your fist just for me.”
“Watch closely now,” he panted.
“Watching. Not impressed. Fuck it harder, babe.”
Mason’s thumbs bit into his hips. Dill stared into Mason’s heated gaze. His ass possessed and on fire, Dill’s fist swept up and down his shaft. He sought and found pleasure as Mason clipped Dill’s prostate repeatedly. Cum streaked up Dill’s cock, spilling onto Mason’s chest and abdomen. Mason threw his head back, straining against Dill’s ass as he too, spurted deep inside Dill’s body.
Dill lowered his legs and pulled Mason into his arms. “You know my family is yours, right?”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Mason murmured against his chest.
“Trust me. This is the part of family life I know to be true. You haven’t had that, but you’re about to. Maybe even more than you want.”
“What if they don’t like me? Too many tattoos or wrong side of the tracks?” Mason asked.
“They like you. Hell, Mom wanted to throw you a bachelor’s party, remember?”
“That was before I ran out on you.”
“In my world, a family loves you even when you make a mistake. You’re in,” Dill assured him.
“For how long?”
Dill squeezed him closer, dropped a kiss on his claw. “I know this is new for you, but when it comes to my family, the only thing you need to think about is, do you want us? Because if it’s up to the Harpers, you’re a sure thing.”
Mason lifted his chin, meeting Dill’s gaze. “I want you. I want to have them, too. But I can be without family. I’ve been without family before, so as long as I have you, I’m still coming out a winner.”
He looked at Mason, realizing he wouldn’t be able to make him understand with words how families were supposed to work. Instead, he held the look for several moments until Mason recognized Dill meant his next words as seriously as they were delivered. “You already have me and I’m. Not. Going. Anywhere. I love you.
“Dill, it can’t be that easy.”
“Why not? You love me, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to leave me?” Dill asked, feeling his heart beat wildly.
“Hell, no.” Mason looked a little pissed and his arms painfully gripped Dill’s ribcage. “Never.”
“Then get used to the idea that I feel the same way.”
A smile spread across Mason’s lips. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool. Because I’d tie you up and keep you hostage if I had to. This time, I’m all about strings. Big thick ones.”
Dill grinned, too. “Promises, promises.”
Two days later, they were back at the cabin. Ms. Harper had left the decorations up and Mason turned around in wonder, trying to take in the crazy arrangement of penis cut-out streamers crisscrossing the ceiling in bright red, cockrings looped around plastic champagne glasses in different colors, presumably to distinguish ownership of the cups, and decorative sex toys artistically stretched across the serving tables. There were brightly wrapped gifts and penis cookies covered in plastic wrap with little red licorice hairs popping out of the blue-iced balls.
“Have these been here the whole week?” Mason asked.
“No. I called Mom and told her to meet us with the family. Looks like she came up early and brought food.”
“Penis food,” Mason remarked.
“Hey, that’s my mom for ya.”
“She put butt plugs in the fridge,” Mason said, baffled.
“Uh huh.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Ms. Harper said, skipping through the front door, “I put a different flavor on each one and you have to suck it off. The first one to guess the most flavors right, wins.”
She beamed at him. Mason smiled nervously back.
“Don’t worry. I picked things high in vitamins.” She nodded sagely then sque
aled and jumped into Mason’s arms. “Oh, honey bunny, I’m so glad you finally came to your senses. I told Dill that even though it was his fault you were in that position, he shouldn’t feel guilty because it would have happened anyway.”
“Yeah, I never got that part, Mom.” Dill joined them.
Mason hugged the woman back but tried to pry her off. She slipped neatly to the ground.
She sighed. “You had to watch him and watching him meant that woman would try to kill him and trying to kill him would have happened without you anyway, so while it’s your fault, it also isn’t. See?”
Dr. Harper cleared his throat. “Basically, he’d have been in trouble anyway, but Harper Security provided the means Carla could confirm she’d killed Mason. It still would have happened, you were just the conduit.”
“Ah.” Dill nodded. “Clear as mud. Just like usual.”
Dr. Harper shrugged. Crossing to Mason, he clapped him on the shoulder. “Welcome to the family, son.”
Mason took Dr. Harper’s hand and shook it. “Thank you, sir.”
“Dad,” Dr. Harper corrected.
Mason swallowed hard, looked to Dill for confirmation. Dill smiled widely with an I-told-you-so look. “Right. Dad.”
“Good boy.”
“We’re here!” A bevy of people stood in the doorway and spilled in with laughter and good-natured nudging.
“Mason, you know my brother Sage and this is his husband Joe. Flora and Ian are those two. Fauna is the one you never actually saw much of and Willow, you’ve met.”
“Yep. The armoire. You look like you’ve lost a lot of weight since I last saw you,” he teased.
Willow grinned. “Trimming off the Oak doors does that for a girl.”
“Everyone,” Dill said, his chest puffing with pride as his eyes met Mason’s. “This is Mason Haliday. He belongs to us now. But more to the point,” he continued, leaning toward Mason and placing a kiss on his lips. “He belongs to me.”
Mason felt his cheeks heat. The sibling guard descended on him with hugs and kisses and noise. Damn those faeries were loud. Tears clogged his throat. He’d finally come home. Not just in the arms of his lover, but to a family who actually seemed happy to have him.
Pinch me, he thought.
Sage grabbed a wedge of forearm and twisted. Mason howled, looking at Sage for an answer only to have him wink. “Oh, shit, I forgot about the mind thing.”
“The answer is yes. You’re one of us now,” Sage whispered for him to hear.
“Thanks.”
“It’s in your back pocket,” Sage murmured next. He whistled for everyone to quiet down. Turning to Mason, Sage waited expectantly.
“Ha. Well, I guess with Sage around, nothing’s a secret,” Mason began, reaching for his back pocket.
They laughed in agreement. Joe hugged Sage in a sideways hold.
“I wanted to be sure what Dill said was true, that you’d be okay with me being here.”
They nodded and murmured encouragement.
“Of course I also didn’t expect to be this nervous.” Mason turned to Dill. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Mase.”
His throat closed and moisture welled in his eyes. He had everything to lose at the moment, and it terrified him. He’d never had so much at risk before.
“Uh,” Mason looked down at the ground as he pulled the slim band from his pocket. It was one he’d designed of interlocking male bodies. On one of the bodies, he’d engraved a tiny claw in the bald head. On the other, he’d inset two tiny sapphires. Fingers shaking, he held it out. “Dill. I spent my life alone. Sometimes people who called themselves family entered it, but they always left, always passed me along to the next one. It’s been kind of an uphill battle trying to believe that I was worth the effort to love.” He swallowed past the lump.
Dill pulled him into his arms, smiled that sexy smile that always made Mason feel wanted. It gave him the strength to continue.
“That hang up gets in the way sometimes, and I’m glad you didn’t give up on me. I have a lot of scary-assed tattoos, and my appearance tends to put people off. I do that on purpose, I think, but you’ve never looked at me like I didn’t belong.
“Dill, I want you in my life. You make it better and you were right, love isn’t a weakness. Marry me.”
Dill kissed him. His brother and sisters whooped. Someone whistled. But Dill kept kissing him, kept him close as he tasted his mouth with tender thoroughness. Mason thought he might propose again tomorrow if it meant Dill would keep kissing him like this.
“Dill, just tell him yes and quit sending out the graphic sex thoughts,” Sage called.
Mason and Dill broke on a chuckle. Mason handed Dill the ring, and he took it with a great deal of awe.
“Yes,” he murmured, just for Mason. “Welcome home.”
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