by K. Sterling
“I would be shocked if you didn’t.” He yelled before he drank. Nancy winked before she hopped off of Wilson’s lap. He leaned close to Avery as he watched her grab Mason by his shirt and pull him to the floor. “This is a total win-win for us.” He said loudly. “They look hot while they wind each other up then we get to take them home. We sit here and enjoy the show without having to break a sweat.” He put his arm around Avery and squeezed his shoulder. “I pretend to act put out but I fucking love this. Nancy’s going to pounce on me like a wild cat when we get home.” He confided and Avery laughed.
Wilson was on to something. Avery couldn’t take his eyes off of Mason. Neither could half of the club which turned Avery on even more. Mason popped, locked, dropped, break danced… he even moonwalked. He and Nancy ground against each other like they were trying to get her pregnant. At one point, Mason picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Marla fell onto the sofa next to Avery, shaking her head as she watched Mason and Nancy. Avery leaned close but couldn’t take his eyes off of Mason’s hips and ass as they bounced and swayed.
“Keep an eye on Dave.” She yelled over the music. “I need to get over there and feel up Magic Mike.” Marla jumped up and Avery nodded at the guy next to him. Dave looked a little troubled as Marla ran her hands down Mason’s back. Mason turned and pulled her hard against him as Nancy pressed herself against his back. Marla turned and ground her ass against his groin and he grabbed her hips as she reached up and slid her hands into his hair. Dave’s eyes were wide as he looked over at Avery.
“She said I didn’t have to worry but I’m not so sure. Why am I supposed to be ok with this?” Dave asked loudly. Avery grinned and winked.
“Because he’s going home with me.” Avery said as he waved at the waitress. Dave blinked then smiled.
“Well, then…” He relaxed and raised his beer in salute.
As the evening progressed and the club became more packed everyone ended up standing around the table so they could see the dance floor. Mason slipped from in between Nancy and Marla and they started sliding and twisting against each other. Wilson and Dave became entranced and neither looked as if they were breathing. Mason danced to the table and Avery handed him a beer. Mason winked as he danced closer. Avery opened his arms as Mason sent his hands gliding down Avery’s chest then rolled his body against Avery’s. Mason's hands slid up Avery’s back as his groin rocked rhythmically against Avery’s. It took only a second for Avery to become painfully hard and for his heart to start slamming against his ribs. Mason fisted his hands in Avery’s hair as his lips brushed against Avery’s ear.
“Come on, dance with me.” He urged. Avery shook his head.
“I can’t.” He argued before taking a long drink from his beer. Mason took it and set it on the table before he grabbed Avery’s hips.
“I know you can. Just move like you do when you’re fucking me.” His eyes were heavy as he pressed his body against Avery’s.
Avery groaned as he felt Mason’s hands close around his ass as his hips started bouncing against Avery’s. It might have been all the alcohol but Avery’s body started moving with Mason’s. He felt Mason’s cheek rub against his as Mason nodded in approval. Everything became damp and hot as the beat and need pulsed through Avery. He stopped seeing anything around them as his hands gripped and glided over Mason’s back, thighs and ass. Avery thrust and ground against Mason to the music and Mason’s hand twisted in Avery’s shirt, pulling him closer. They moved together, grinding and thrusting until the song blended into something too electric and frantic, snapping Mason and Avery out of their lust trance. Avery raised his head and Marla and Nancy were standing on the other side of the table staring, mouths hanging open. Marla was fanning herself and Nancy looked a little dizzy.
“Can we watch? Just once?” Nancy yelled and Marla nodded enthusiastically. Avery felt his face grow hot and Wilson scowled at Nancy. Mason laughed as he shook his head and dropped onto the sofa as he tugged Avery down with him. Marla squeezed herself between Dave and Avery and put her arm around Avery.
“You better take him home before someone else does. I can’t promise you it won’t be me.” She warned. Avery rolled his eyes as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He turned his head and pressed his forehead to Mason’s temple as his lips found Mason’s ear.
“I’ve got about fifteen minutes worth of control left. Unless you want hundreds of people to see me ripping your pants off and swallowing your cock, we better get out of here.” Avery warned as he held his credit card above his head and Mason’s lips tilted as his hand slid up Avery’s thigh.
A waitress materialized and took off with it. Avery looked over Mason’s shoulder and saw that they were being watched. It only took Avery a second to place the preppy, young asshole sneering at them. Pink polo with a popped up collar, dark jeans and deck shoes, he looked like a spokesman for Roofies. Avery glared back, daring him to do something. He felt Mason turn and tense. When he turned back to Avery his eyes were narrowed and his nostrils flared.
“I’ll be in the car.” Mason jumped to his feet and started pushing through the crowd.
The waitress returned with Avery’s card and he tipped her the amount of the bill and nodded to their group before he followed Mason. He felt his temper stirring as he ducked into the car and found Mason staring out the window. The door closed and Avery cleared his throat but Mason didn’t acknowledge him. The car pulled into traffic and Avery clenched his jaw as he breathed deep through his nose.
“What’s your problem?” He asked and Mason snorted and shook his head.
“I don’t have a problem.” Mason said flatly. Avery squeezed the bridge of his nose and sighed.
“We talk about our problems, Mason.” Avery reminded. Mason turned and pulled a face.
“You’re right. You should have told me you like the whole frat jock thing. I would have got a J.Crew card and started getting highlights.” Mason replied sarcastically. Avery threw his hands up and swore.
“You’re unfuckingbelievable, you know that?” He said as he resisted the urge to shake Mason senseless. Mason shrugged and Avery felt his eye twitch.
“Do you deny that you were staring?” Mason looked at Avery expectantly. Avery shook his head.
“Of course not. I don’t know if you noticed but we weren’t exchanging bedroom eyes. I was hoping the nasty little shit would come at me.” Avery stretched his neck, trying to get his shoulders to loosen. Mason’s brows pulled together in confusion.
“You knew him?” He whispered. Avery gave him his best “duh” face.
“Damon Rook. It’s my business to know him.” Avery explained.
“Rook’s son? Why…?” Mason’s voice died away as he stared at Avery.
“I’m systematically destroying his father. I have six lawsuits against Rook right now and he’s about to declare bankruptcy. I’d love to be able to beat the shit out of his date rapist son and call it self defense.” Avery watched as Mason shut his eyes and deflated.
“Avery…” Mason started but Avery cut him off.
“I don’t understand, Mason. Everyone in that club knew that I was taking you home. It was pretty obvious that I didn’t give a damn about anyone but you and planned to do unspeakable things to your body.” Avery let Mason see his disappointment. Mason rubbed the back of his neck.
“Avery…” He didn’t get to speak yet. Avery shook his head and cut him off.
“It was so hot. I spent the whole evening getting more and more turned on. Then, we danced and it was one of the sexiest moments of my life. I really didn’t think we stood a chance of getting out of that club without breaking any laws. But you ruined it by losing your damn mind.” He looked out the window as the car slowed. They were home.
“I’m sorry, Avery.” Mason whispered and the door opened. Avery nodded weakly as he slid toward the door.
“I’m not Ryan.” He said as he stepped out and strode into th
e lobby. Mason followed close behind. They waited silently until the elevator opened and stepped inside. Mason stepped close and slid his arms around Avery’s chest and tried to lean in for a kiss but Avery tilted his head away. Mason whimpered.
“I’m sorry. I know you’re not Ryan.” Mason said softly as he rubbed his chin on Avery’s shoulder. “Let me make it up to you. I’ll turn on some music and we’ll dance until you’re ready to let me do unspeakable things to you.” Mason stretched his tongue out and let the tip flick against Avery’s neck. Avery titled his head, offering his ear and Mason growled softly as he sucked the lobe between his lips. A faint moan filled Avery’s throat.
“You have to stop doing this, Mason.” Avery insisted and Mason nodded as his tongue traced the swirl of Avery’s ear.
“I promise.” He breathed into Avery’s ear as his hand cupped Avery through his slacks.
Chapter 24
The elevator stopped and the doors opened. A middle aged woman with a blunt bob and a poodle blinked in shock as Avery and Mason separated and nodded as they stepped past her. Once she was in the elevator and the doors shut, Mason put his arm around Avery as he dug in his pocket for the key to his apartment.
“Now that we’ve met 12A, we should probably invite her over for brunch.” Mason said as he opened the door and Avery laughed.
“I don’t think she’ll be in a hurry to accept.” Avery said as he stepped in.
Darcy tumbled down the hallway toward them and Audrey, a 19 year old emo/hipster hybrid from the 8th floor followed. They had started paying her to dogsit shortly after getting Darcy and the arrangement was turning into a friendship/mentorship for her and Mason. She was an aspiring journalist and hoped to turn her passion for music into a career for a magazine like Rolling Stone. Mason gave her almost unlimited access to his record collection and she shamelessly borrowed his t-shirts. Audrey would often bring a copy of her latest writing project to leave for Mason and he enjoyed critiquing them with her the next time she was over.
“She just went out and she should be ready to crash.” Audrey drained a can of soda and dropped it into the recycling bin before her eyes swung back and forth between Avery and Mason. “I’m out of here, you two look like you’re ready to make babies.” She mumbled and Avery groaned as he picked up Darcy. Mason chuckled as he pulled five $20 bills from his wallet.
“Hey, sweetheart!” Avery said as he carried Darcy to the couch. Mason led Audrey to the door.
“See ya later.” Mason said as he shut the door. He locked it and toed off his shoes and tugged his socks off while Avery was distracted with Darcy. He started unbuttoning his shirt as he pulled his phone from his pocket and synced it to the stereo. He picked Locked Out Of Heaven followed by everything he had by Otis Redding and set the phone down.
The music began and Mason started bouncing on the balls of his feet and Avery looked up. Mason added a little dip in his hips as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, keeping his eyes locked on Avery’s. He let his shirt slide down his back as he rotated his hips. Avery set Darcy on the floor and tossed one of her babies on her bed and she went after it. Avery sat back and his eyes were wide as Mason pulled an arm free and used the other to throw his shirt at Avery. It hit Avery in the chest and he held it to him as he continued to stare.
Mason let his hips sway from side to side as he unbuckled his belt and started rotating them again as he slowly pulled the belt free before tossing it aside. Mason thrust his hips as he flicked the button of his jeans open then slowly unzipped as he kept his gaze locked with Avery’s. Mason pushed the halves wide and pressed his hands to his stomach as he slid them up his body as his hips continued to thrust with the beat.
“Shit.” Avery breathed as he tugged at the top button of his shirt.
Mason offered him a drowsy grin before he turned. He bounced and rocked his hips as he pushed his jeans down slowly. He let them fall just below his ass and raised his arms and rested them on his head as he rotated his hips in wide circles. The beat picked up and Mason started hopping and his jeans slid down his legs. He kicked them away swiftly and turned back to Avery and saw that his shirt was half unbuttoned. Mason winked as he hooked his thumbs in the waist of his boxer briefs and slid them down enough to give Avery a peek at his hip bones and he rolled his whole body as the beat slowed. Mason dropped to the floor, landing on the balls of his feet and his hands. He straightened his arms and arched his back as his hips rolled against the floor in time with the music. Mason stopped and let his hips bounce before he pulled his knees up and jumped to his feet and started hopping again as the music sped up. He turned again and tugged the elastic at his waist up and down with the beat, a little lower each time until Avery got just a peek at the crack of Mason’s ass.
“Holy Christ.” Avery panted and Mason bit his lip as he felt his own anticipation swell.
The music became fast and frenzied as Mason turned and bounced from foot to foot as he slid his hands up his body. He started gliding toward Avery as he let his hands slowly trail down his body until they reached his now throbbing erection. Mason stopped just before his knees touched Avery’s and he rolled his hips as he rubbed his rigid length slowly with the music. Avery leaned forward and reached for Mason. His hands grabbed the waist of Mason’s boxer briefs and he tugged as Mason dropped onto sofa, straddling Avery’s thighs. Mason pushed his hands into Avery’s hair as he rocked his hips and let the movement roll through his stomach and shoulders in a fluid, continuous wave as he tilted Avery’s head back.
Mason let his head fall and his lips lowered until they hovered over Avery’s. He felt Avery’s cock pressing, hard and urgent against his thigh and he ground against it with the beat. Avery stretched, trying to catch Mason’s lips and Mason pulled his head back and licked his lips as he winked. Avery growled in frustration and his hand locked around Mason’s ass, pulling him hard against him as his other hand fisted in Mason’s hair. Avery pulled Mason’s lips to his and his tongue surged into Mason’s mouth. Mason caught Avery’s tongue and sucked on it causing Avery’s hips to buck off the sofa and they began to writhe together with the music. Avery’s nails scraped down Mason’s back until his fingers slid beneath the elastic at Mason’s waist. Mason rose on his knees, letting Avery slide his boxer briefs down as far as they would go.
Mason’s cock sprang free and the song stopped. A moment later, Otis’ pain filled voice filled the air as I’ve Been Loving You Too Long started. Avery wrapped an arm around Mason as he pushed off the couch and stood. They swayed with the music and Avery’s hands roamed slowly over Mason’s back, neck, thighs and shoulders as their tongues tangled and lips clung. Avery backed Mason across the living room toward the hallway. Mason pulled Avery’s shirt free from the waist of his slacks and his hands slipped underneath and glided up Avery’s back. A groan rumbled in Avery’s throat and he worked on the buttons of his shirt as his tongue continued to thrust against Mason’s. They danced into the hallway as These Arms Of Mine came on and Mason turned them and backed Avery against the wall so he could work on Avery’s belt. It hit the floor and Avery pushed and Mason’s back hit the opposite wall. Avery’s kiss became urgent as he toed off his shoes while Mason undid the button on Avery’s slacks and pulled the zipper down. Avery stepped back and Mason gave the sides a quick tug and the slacks slid down Avery’s legs. Avery’s boxers followed and he pulled Mason close as he turned them toward the door to Mason’s bedroom. He halted them, and tried to keep his lips locked with Mason’s as he crouched and reached to remove his socks. Mason laughed against Avery’s mouth as he tried to follow his lips. Once the socks were discarded, Avery gathered Mason against him and backed him through the bedroom door and toward the bed. Avery pushed against Mason’s chest and Mason fell back onto the bed, his boxer briefs halfway down his thighs. Avery leaned forward and pulled them down Mason’s legs and tossed them on the floor. Mason rose on his elbows and stared up at Avery. His breath caught in his chest at the look of raw need on Avery’s fac
e.
“I promise, I could never want anyone the way I want you, Mason.” Avery’s voice was thick with emotion. “It breaks my heart that you think I could hurt you like that.” Mason’s eyes burned and his body started to shake as Avery put his hands on the bed and crawled over Mason’s body. “I need you, Mason. I need you like air. It would kill me if I lost you.” Avery vowed as he hovered over Mason’s body.
Heat flared between them and Mason pulled Avery on top of him as tears spilled from his eyes. Avery rested on his elbows and cradled Mason’s face, letting his thumbs wipe away Mason’s tears as he lowered his lips. Mason tilted his head back and moaned when their lips connected and clung. Their bodies slid, arched, rolled and writhed as they became hot and slick.
“Show me how much you need me.” Mason panted as he rubbed a generous amount of lube on Avery’s cock and stroked. Mason pressed their lips together tenderly before he lowered to his shoulder and settled on the bed next to Avery and rolled onto his side, his back against Avery.
“Give me your hand.” Mason said softly. Avery rolled as he slid his arm around Mason and he set his lips to Mason’s shoulder. Avery felt Mason coating his fingers with the lube. “Get me ready.” Mason whispered. The hairs on the back of Avery’s neck stood as a wave of lust rolled though him.
“Mason.” His name fell from Avery’s lips like a prayer as he let his hand slide into the cleft of Mason’s ass. Mason gasped as he felt Avery’s finger caressing his puckered flesh. Avery circled Mason’s tight hole, heating it and making it slick before he slowly let his finger press in. Mason arched and reached over his shoulder and his fingers spread through Avery’s hair.
“Yessss…” Mason sighed as he slid his knee higher. Avery wound his finger in a circle, inside of Mason, slowly pressing wider and Mason whimpered. Avery bit Mason’s shoulder and began to lave as he slid another finger into Mason’s tight, perfect heat. Mason’s hand clawed at the edge of the mattress and he panted Avery’s name. “Please, I need you.” He pleaded as he pressed against Avery’s hand.