by Ann Lister
Mason’s eyes closed. “You’re the first, which is why this is still so difficult for me,” he admitted.
“I know I’m not your first guy,” Tessler said.
Mason shook his head and grinned. “No, you’re not. I told you there’ve been a few guys and a handful of women over the years.”
“So, what you mean is, I’m the first person to see you all of you since the fire?”
“Yes, besides my doctors and BB, you’ll be the first … hook-up to see me.”
“BB has seen you naked?”
“Well, not … aroused like I am now, but yes. He’s seen me in all my glory,” Mason answered.
“Wow, I can’t believe I’m about to admit this, but I’m actually jealous.”
“Of BB?”
Tessler nodded. “I’m not the jealous type, but with you … well, everything is different with you.”
“I’m not attracted to BB in the least,” Mason said after a moment.
Tessler couldn’t stop the smile from lighting his face. He loved hearing what Mason was saying but then something else got stuck in his head. Mason had used the word “hook-up” to refer to what they were doing, and Tessler wasn’t sure he liked that reference. It diminished what he thought they had together, but maybe that’s all that Mason wanted.
“What’s wrong?” Mason asked.
“This doesn’t feel like a hook-up to me,” Tessler stated.
“I really don’t want it to be one,” Mason said and inched closer to Tessler until their noses almost touched.
“No?” Tessler asked and squeezed Mason’s cock again.
“Definitely not,” Mason said and then moaned when their lips brushed together. “I want …”
“Tell me what you want,” Tessler urged and covered Mason’s mouth with his.
“I want a lot more than one or two dates with you,” Mason answered after their kiss finally ended. “Does that make me sound too needy?”
“I kinda like it when you’re all desperate for my touch … my kiss,” Tessler teased and began a rhythmic stroke on Mason’s hot shaft as he started to lick an erotic path down Mason’s bristly jaw then onto his throat and collarbone. He nipped at the skin there and reveled in the fast intakes of breath Mason now needed. Tessler loved how Mason became so unglued from nothing more than his teeth scraping his skin. He could only imagine what kind of reaction he’d get from him if he used his fingernails over any sensitive flesh, or holy hell, restraints to hold Mason in place.
“Jesus, I do feel desperate,” Mason panted.
Tessler pushed the fabric of Mason’s shirt off of his shoulders and was relieved that Mason showed no signs of resistance. He lifted himself to his knees and began to work at pulling the jeans off of Mason’s hips. There was only a brief moment of hesitation on Mason’s part before he actually began to help Tessler pull his pants off. Tessler knew this was new ground they were breaking and didn’t want Mason to regress, so he climbed up on top of Mason to keep him covered up. For a long moment, Tessler just lay there and gently rocked against Mason. He kept himself lifted up on his forearms to maintain eye contact, and fuck, Mason’s eyes were saying so much without any words exchanged at all.
“Talk to me,” Tessler whispered as he stroked the sides of his head with his fingers. “Tell me where your head is at.”
“Your weight—” Mason began to say.
“Too much?”
“No, it feels nice … really nice,” Mason said and smiled weakly.
“Can I take off your boxers?” Tessler asked. “I want to get rid of mine, and I can take care of yours while I’m at it.”
Mason chuckled at that. “Multi-tasking?”
Tessler shrugged and grinned mischievously. He waited another second and when Mason didn’t discourage him, he hooked his thumbs into his boxer briefs and pushed them off his hips as he rose to his knees. Mason lifted his head from the pillow and watched in utter fascination as Tessler’s long erection sprang into view. Tessler stayed on his knees and pulled off a couple of slow, easy strokes on his cock while Mason watched. On the last tug, Tessler squeezed a big drop of pre-come out of his slit and Mason hissed.
“Let me suck you,” Mason suggested.
“Yeah? You want my cock in your mouth?”
Mason nodded but Tessler shook his head. “Use your words, Mase. I want to hear you ask for what you want.”
Mason lifted himself up onto his elbows. “I want to taste you on my tongue.”
Tessler moved to Mason’s side and finished removing his boxers and tossed them to the floor before he straddled Mason’s waist again. He inched higher up onto Mason’s chest and pointed the tip of his cock right at Mason’s lips. “This what you want?”
“Fuck, yes,” Mason nearly growled.
Tessler rolled his hips forward and pressed the spongy head of his dick against Mason’s lips. When he saw Mason’s tongue dart out to steal a taste, Tessler pulled back. “Keep your tongue inside your mouth for now,” Tessler directed. Then he proceeded to paint a slick trail of pre-come all over both of Mason’s lips. When he finished, he took a moment to admire the glossy sheen he’d given to Mason’s mouth and grinned. “That is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen—my juice all over your lips.”
“I can smell it and now I want a taste,” Mason stated. His big hands came up behind Tessler and gripped each of his butt cheeks, then he slowly pulled him closer to his mouth.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Tessler asked as he watched his cock getting closer and closer to Mason’s outstretched tongue.
“Very much,” Mason managed to say before his lips closed around the head of Tessler’s dick.
“Holy shit,” Tessler said. His groan was long and loud. “Your mouth is an inferno.”
Mason used the strength in his arms to pull Tessler deeper inside his mouth, and his tongue quickly went to work. He used it like a magic wand and laved the underside of Tessler’s shaft, traced all the veins, and even drifted lower to lick at his balls before he finally returned to that ultra sensitive spot just below the crown. It didn’t take long for Tessler to see stars flashing in his eyes and feel the first warning tingles of his impending orgasm. No way did he want to shoot down Mason’s throat this time around, so he regretfully pulled himself free from the sweet suction Mason’s mouth offered.
“I’m not coming in your mouth right now,” Tessler explained, “even though you have me dangerously close already.”
“I’ll edge you for a while,” Mason suggested.
“No, I have another idea, but it involves you letting me completely remove your boxers from your legs,” Tessler said. “Will you let me do that?” Tessler’s fingers were already curling over the waistband of Mason’s briefs and ready to tug when Mason’s hands stopped his progression. When Tessler’s gaze flew up to meet Mason’s, he found a mixture of fear and anxiety had washed over his face. God, he hated seeing that. All he wanted to do was make Mason feel desired and help him experience an orgasm he’d never forget.
Tessler let go of Mason’s boxers and climbed back up to lay beside him on the pillow. He leaned in and took Mason’s mouth, using his tongue to probe and swirl around Mason’s until he was completely out of his mind with need. Between their bodies, Tessler felt Mason’s hands fumbling at his waist. A second later, he realized Mason was struggling to remove his own boxers. Tessler continued to own his mouth until he felt Mason toss the garment to the floor. He started to pull away to look at Mason, but strong arms stopped him.
“Not yet,” Mason panted. “Just give me a minute to … get used to this.”
Tessler nodded and nipped at his bottom lip. “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
Mason began to fidget and Tessler held his head in his hands. “Talk to me, Mase. Tell me what you need to make this easier for you. Please. I just want you to feel good about being here with me.”
Mason squeezed his eyes shut and seemed to grit his teeth. “Can we shu
t one of the bedside lights off?” he finally asked.
“Jesus, of course,” Tessler quickly rolled from bed and lit a large candle in a glass holder, which filled the room with the aroma of vanilla. Then he shut off both the bedside lights before he stretched out beside Mason again. His fingers went to Mason’s face and lightly stroked at the creases to soothe him. “The candle light dancing in your eyes and across your face makes you look so fucking gorgeous.”
“You’re being really nice and … patient,” Mason said. “Thank you.”
“I want this to be as perfect and comfortable as possible for you, Mason. I know you’re struggling with how you look, and I want to help you work through that.” Tessler trailed his fingertips down Mason’s side and stopped on the bumpy skin on his hip. He was going to keep going lower, but the frantic look in Mason’s eyes told him he shouldn’t.
“There’s something else you need to know,” Mason said after a long moment.
“Okay, please tell me.”
“The skin your touching now is overly sensitive,” Mason explained. “The softest touch can sometimes feel like sandpaper on an open wound.”
“Is that because of the skin grafts?” Tessler asked.
“Yeah, it’s fucked up, because in some spots I have no feeling at all, and in other areas my skin hurts to have clothing rub against it.”
“Would you rather I not touch you at all?” Tessler questioned.
Mason shook his head. “I want to have this with you,” he said softly. “If we go slow, I can show you where the bad spots are. The doctors are hopeful the nerves in these areas will eventually calm down so I’m not in so much pain.”
“I hope so, too, but until then, let’s map out your body so I can learn my way around your hot spots,” Tessler’s smirk was meant to lighten the seriousness of the moment, but Mason’s gaze didn’t express the levity Tessler had attempted with his comment.
“Damn it, I’m so nervous, Tess. I’m sorry.”
Tessler snuggled in closer to Mason and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “No apologizing,” he said. “I’m in this with you.”
“You didn’t sign up for this though,” Mason said.
“And you didn’t sign up to be with a guy who can’t even take him out on a normal date in public,” Tessler argued. “We’re both in this together. We’ll figure it out.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Mason wrapped an arm around Tessler’s shoulders and pulled him in closer for a deep kiss. The connection their mouths offered made them both relax and soon their mutual desire was skyrocketing all over again. In the heat of it all, Tessler’s mouth began to move down Mason’s throat. He took his time and placed soft kisses and sharp nips with his teeth across Mason’s heated skin. He sucked on both his nipples and even relentlessly tugged on the tiny piercing Mason had in one of them. Through it all, Mason moaned his appreciation of Tessler’s attention.
By the time Tessler reached Mason’s damaged skin, his mind was nearly mush from pleasure. It was a few seconds after Tessler’s tongue was licking over the abraded areas on his hip that Mason’s brain registered an unpleasant sensation mixed in with the euphoria. He flinched under Tessler and went silent, and as he promised, Tessler stopped what he was doing.
“Am I hurting you?” Tessler asked with concern. He rolled to his side and set his head on Mason’s opposite hip away from the damaged skin.
“Not necessarily pain,” Mason explained. “It’s more of a … weird feeling, not particularly good, nor is it bad.”
Tessler had worked his mouth all around Mason’s groin without coming into contact with the one spot that Mason was near desperate for him to touch. Even now, without Tessler’s tongue touching him at all, Mason’s cock was jutting out straight above his stomach with a long strand of pre-come dripping from the tip down to the right of his belly button. As it was pooling there, Mason’s hand moved to wipe it away.
“Don’t even think of cleaning that up,” Tessler said. “That’s all mine, my reward for driving you fucking crazy for the last hour.”
“Has it been that long?” Mason asked.
“I don’t really know,” Tessler grinned up at Mason. “My attention has been elsewhere.” He winked at Mason as his face moved in towards the center of his overly excited cock. His tongue took a leisurely drag through the pooling puddle of his liquid, then made a show of savoring it in his mouth with loud moans. “Mmmm, you taste so fucking good.”
That’s all the warning Mason got before his cock disappeared into the back of Tessler’s throat. The sudden spike in pleasure had Mason jackknifing up on the mattress with a slew of curses that flew from his mouth. Tessler used Mason’s movement as an opportunity to shift himself back between his legs. Now, with his shoulders pressed to Mason’s inner thighs, he was able to keep him spread open and there wasn’t much Mason could do about it.
Tessler’s mouth went to work in places Mason had never had anyone pleasure him before. That torturous tongue laved at his sac, then dipped lower to taunt his perineum. Mason was having difficulty keeping his breaths steady with that tongue so close to his ...
“Fucking Jesus!” Mason cried out when Tessler’s tongue swept across his hole.
“Never been rimmed?” Tessler asked.
Mason couldn’t form words and shook his head.
“Then lay back,” Tessler suggested. “You’re going to love this.” He used his shoulders to spread Mason’s legs wider. After a minor adjustment on Mason’s part to shift his damaged leg into a more comfortable position, Tessler went right back to work.
Teasing flicks from that wicked tongue soon followed Tessler’s promise, which had Mason’s eyes shut tight. His arms flopped to his sides, and his mind went blank, except for the delicious, new sensations Tessler was gifting him with the skills from his sinful tongue. Nothing had ever felt that good. He was certain of it, until he felt that shameless tongue spear into his hole. In and out. In and out ... and Mason began to see the faint colors of fireworks behind his eyes.
“God damn, I’m getting close,” Mason declared and moaned again.
Just when Mason was certain he was going to explode from nothing more than the tongue lashing Tessler was giving to him, the pleasure was amped up again when a finger slid into his quivering hole. Mason’s head nearly hit the headboard of the bed when his body reacted to the intrusion, but Tessler didn’t stop. Instead, he used his tongue in tandem with the finger and proceeded to lick and fuck Mason with the digit.
“This is so … so … good,” Mason’s said in a whimper.
“You like?” Tessler asked.
“Holy fuck,” Mason cried out. “I could come. I’m so close.”
Tessler’s mouth lifted and sucked a ball into his mouth, then he made a humming sound. “I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you,” he said.
“What? You mean, you want to fuck me?” Mason asked with a lift of his head from the pillow. His gaze met Tessler’s between his legs and held.
“Of course I do,” Tessler grinned. “I believe I promised you that earlier, and I don’t like to go back on my promises.”
“But I …”
“But you what?” Tessler raised himself up to his hands and began to stalk over Mason’s stomach and chest until his face hovered directly above him.
Mason saw the question in Tessler’s eyes, and suddenly, he wondered if he was in over his head already with him. Maybe his inexperience with this was too great for Tessler to tolerate. He was about to say something when Tessler started to talk.
“Are you a virgin?”
“Not exactly,” Mason stated with embarrassment.
“Then, you’ve never bottomed?” Tessler asked.
“No, I haven’t,” Mason admitted. “Have you?”
“It’s been years since I did, and I’m not sure I remember how or that I want to again,” Tessler said with a laugh.
“I guess that means we’re both tops,” Mason said after a moment.
“Well, what do you think that means for us?” Tessler asked as he began to gently rock his hips against Mason’s groin.
“I haven’t a clue, but by the look on your face I get the feeling that you’re gonna be more than happy to explain it to me, or possibly even demonstrate.”
“It means—one of us is about to become versatile,” Tessler said and offered Mason his lopsided grin.
Tessler held Mason’s heated gaze. The friction between their bodies had Mason once again aching for release. Tessler dropped his weight down on top of him. He cradled Mason’s head with his hands and settled between his partially spread thighs. The head of his cock slid behind Mason’s ball sac and nudged against the perineum. The movement made Mason’s breath hitch.
“Which one of us do you think it’ll be?” Tessler asked in a low, seductive tone.
“Jesus, I hope it’s me,” Mason sighed. “I’ve been on edge for what feels like hours.”
Tessler chuckled. “It hasn’t been that long, but I have to say, I need relief soon myself or my balls will be stuck a nice shade of sapphire forever.”
Mason watched Tessler climb off the bed and retrieve a condom pack and a tube of lube from the bedside table. He fought the anxiety waiting to swamp him and focused on the gorgeously naked man standing beside the bed and how damn turned-on he was because of him. He didn’t think he’d ever been this blissed-out with a partner before, and they hadn’t even fucked—yet. Knowing Tessler was very close to changing that status for them both, his eyes dropped down to Tessler’s long, thick cock. He’d had trouble fitting all that inside his mouth when he sucked him. Would he be able to take that in his ass … comfortably?
Tessler’s warm hand on his stomach drew his attention away from the size of his cock. He was in such a trance he hadn’t realized Tessler had sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. “It’s okay if you want to change your mind,” Tessler said as he caressed Mason’s stomach. “There are lots of other ways we can get each other off.”