Mason

by Nicki Rowe

  As soon as we both dismounted Mason pounced on me. He pulled my face down to kiss me again, his hand rubbing my cock through my jeans.

  “We gotta go inside. We can't fuck in the parking lot.”

  “Who says?”

  “You were just whining about fucking in the park.”

  Mason just shrugged. He was too busy roaming his hands all over my torso under my shirt. I turned so I could walk to the door. Mason's hands never left my body. Even as I dropped the key and fumbled around in the dark for it.

  “Mason, you're driving me crazy,” I said. I turned back to him in the middle of the hall leading to my apartment and kissed him. “You can't wait five minutes?”

  “I've waited three and a half weeks,” he countered.

  “Fair enough.”

  I turned back around and continued walking down the hall. As soon as I got the door open we tumbled inside. I removed Mason's hand from underneath my shirt, and roughly pushed him up against the closed door. I kissed him roughly again, pulling his lip between my teeth.

  “Take off your shirt.”

  “Okay.”

  I swatted him on the thigh with the belt I had just removed, making him jump. His eyes went wide as he looked at me confused. I waited for him to catch on. I knew the exact moment he realized why I had smacked him; his eyes grew heavy and hot.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Very good, boy.”

  He removed his jacket, and then his shirt, revealing all the creamy white skin and the pert little nipples I had missed over the past three weeks. I dipped my head and swirled my tongue around the small bud of his left nipple. His hands went to my hair, but unlike me who pulled and directed Mason by his hair to where I wanted him to go. He softly ran his fingers through the strands. I kissed a path up his chest, and then back down, giving attention to his other nipple.

  “Axe, please.”

  “Please, what?” I demanded. My hands went to his jeans and flipped open the button. “Is this what you want, boy? You want me to touch you?”

  “Yes.”

  I slid his jeans down his legs, trailing small nips to his slender thighs as I went. He stepped out of his jeans, and I kicked them to the side.

  “On your knees.”

  Mason obliged willingly. His face was at the same level of my cock, and he buried his face into my still clothed groin.

  “I missed you,” he said, his words muffled by my jeans.

  I didn't say anything. I missed him too, but I wasn't comfortable enough to tell him that. Not yet.

  “You want my dick, boy?”

  “Yes.”

  “I've been wondering what that ring will feel like against my shaft.”

  “I know.”

  “Take off my pants.”

  Mason's hands were shaking as he unbottoned my jeans and slid them down my legs. My cock sprang free, and the cool air actually felt good on my overheated, hard dick. Mason licked his lips and looked up at me, waiting for his next instructions.

  I reached down and cupped his cheek with my hand, running my thumb over his lips. “I want it slow, boy. If you make me come before I get my dick inside your tight little ass then I'll punish you.”

  Mason's eyes lit with delight at the prospect of being punished. His tongue flicked out and licked the large vein on the underside of my cock. My head fell back in sheer ecstasy. The ball of his tongue ring felt amazing against the sensitive skin of my dick.

  He licked my shaft a few more times before taking the crown of my dick in his mouth and sucking on it like it was a damned lollipop. Mason followed his instructions carefully he sucked me slow, swirling his tongue around my cock in a languid rhythm. I thought about dragging this out, making Mason make me cum just so I could dole out the punishment I had in store for him, but I wanted to cum inside of him more than I wanted anything. I needed to cum inside of him. I needed to claim him as mine.

  “Stop.”

  Immediately Mason pulled back from my cock. The area around his mouth wet with spit and pre-cum. My wet cock glistened in the low light of the living room.

  “Go to my room. I want you fully naked and on my bed by the time I get back.”

  “Where are you going?” Mason asked breathlessly. His cheeks were flushed, and the spikes of his hair lay flat in some places.

  “Are you refusing a command, boy?”

  “No.” Mason got to his feet. His cock leaking all over my floor. “I'm sorry, Sir.”

  “Don't apologize. Go to my room.”

  I waited for Mason to head down the hall before I got the one thing I had bought specifically for the next time Mason was over.

  Mason

  My body felt like it was overheating. My skin was covered in a light pink flush from head to toe. I followed Axe's instructions and crawled on to his bed. I sat in the middle on the bed on my knees, waiting for Axe to return.

  When he did return he brought in a plate of toaster waffles on a tray with extra butter and extra syrup, and a glass of orange juice. I laughed.

  “You brought my favorite food?”

  Axe set the tray down by the bed and crawled in next to me. He laid back with his head against the wall, and put his arms behind his head. He looked at me expectantly.

  “Feed me, boy.”

  I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. I was definitely going to get him back for eating my favorite food in front of me.

  I reached down and settled the tray over him. I cut up the waffle and fed him a bite. He chewed for a few moments, and looked like he was thinking.

  “Something's wrong.”

  “What?”

  “Straddle me. I'm not fucking you until I'm done with my breakfast, but I want you on top of me.”

  “Axe, you're going to get waffle on your bed.”

  “No. You better not get waffle on my bed.”

  I actually did roll my eyes at him that time, which earned a painful, but pleasurable tweak to my nipple. I moved the tray and lowered myself down on Axe, just above his still hard dick. I could feel it at my back as I placed the tray on the side of Axe and I.

  “Much better.”

  “Do you want more waffle, Sir?”

  I was really enjoying this game, but I wanted Axe to hurry up and eat so he could fuck me already.

  “No. I want juice.”

  I picked up the glass and held it to his lips, but they remained closed. He looked at me with a hard, expectant expression, and I knew almost immediately what he wanted me to do.

  I took a drink of the orange juice, and leaned forward. Depositing the juice into his waiting mouth. He gulped and looked at me with such hunger in his eyes, I could feel his gaze scorching me on the inside.

  “Mmmm. How do you make orange juice taste sweeter?”

  “It's a hidden talent,” I quipped.

  The right side of his mouth turned up into a small half smile—a bigger smile then I have seen so far from this man—and fuck if it wasn't beautiful. I stared down at him, my eyes going wide.

  “Axe, you fucking smiled.”

  “No. My lip has a mind of its own.”

  “Shut up,” I said.

  I reached over and picked up the tray. I placed it on the floor. Then I leaned over so my face was close to his. I looked at him, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

  “You should smile more often, weirdo. It looks good on you.”

  “We're not done playing the game.”

  “Yes,” I replied. “Yes, we are. You're going to fuck me right now.”

  He gave me another half smile. “You're bossy.”

  “Damn right.”

  I leaned over and found the condom and lube I had set out for us earlier. I held them both up. “Do you want to eat more waffles or do you want me to ride you? Cause if you want to just eat waffles then I'm leaving.”

  Axe wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck and pulled me down. He kissed me hard and rough. I was starting to love the way he kissed me. “You're not going anywhere,”
he said when he was done devouring my mouth. “I want option B.”

  “Option B it is.”

  I tore the condom open and rolled it over Axe's dick, his breath hitched at the touch of my fingers. I lubed him up, lubed myself, and then poised myself over him.

  “You're not going to let me prepare you?” Axe asked.

  I looked down at him. “I want it like this. I want to feel you stretching me.”

  Concern lanced through his eyes. “Just be careful, Mason. Don't hurt yourself.”

  I lowered myself on to him slowly, loving the burn as his cock stretched me open, the extra lube I had liberally supplied to his cock and my hole made the glide smoother. It was the best pain in the world. He laid so still, his hands on my thighs, his eyes watching me. I closed my own eyes shut as the crown of his cock head broke through that tight ring of muscle. I groaned as he breached me. I kept lowering myself onto him slowly.

  Finally when he was all the way in I stilled. The room was so silent, minus our ragged breathing. I gave myself the time to adjust to the feel of him so deep inside of me. He felt like heaven, his thick cock stretching me felt like pure nirvana.

  “Mason?”

  Without warning I began to move. Slowly at first, lifting myself off of Axe's cock and sliding back down just as slow and deliberate as I had before. My ass squeezed around his shaft.

  “Shit,” Axe whispered. His hands gripping my thighs. “Fuck.”

  I smirked, but didn't say anything. I lifted up again and slammed back down. I hissed in a pained breath.

  “Be careful!” Axe admonished.

  I rode him in a swift shallow rhythm, squeezing around him to illicit the 'shits' and 'fucks' from him. His hips began to thrust up, meeting me as I came back down on him. He looked magnificant with his head thrown back against the wall trying to reign in his control. I could feel him trying not to take over, and I bent my head down, kissing his throat.

  His head snapped back up and he devoured me in another hungry kiss. “You're so fucking beautiful,” he said against my lips.

  “As are you.”

  All too soon I felt my balls draw up tight. I rode him for a few more moments until cum shot out of my dick without either of us touching it. I came with a loud cry, tossing my head back, and grinding my hips down into Axe. My fingers clawed at his chest. My cum landed on Axe's stomach. He dragged a finger through it and then put that finger in his mouth.

  “So fucking sweet.”

  Within the next few seconds Axe came with a growl that sounded almost like my name.

  I rolled off of him, and started to get out of bed to go find a towel, but Axe's hand encircling my wrist stopped me. He was looking at me so earnestly I felt my heart squeeze.

  “Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for taking a chance on me.”

  I reached over and cupped his jaw, sliding my thumb back an forth over the stubble on his cheek. “You owe me a proper date, Axe Knox.”

  He snorted. “Yes, Mason. We'll go get breakfast tomorrow, and I have off so we can do whatever you want.”

  “Ooh,” I replied, rubbing my hands together like I was a villian. “All the possibilities.”

  “You're so fucking weird.”

  I smirked. “Thank you.”

  I stood and found a towel in Axe's bathroom. As I passed the mirror I looked into it. My hair was messy, and my skin was still flushed, but there something in my eyes that I hadn't seen since Neil died: happiness.

  I returned to the bedroom to find that Axe had removed the condom, but had fallen asleep. I cleaned the cum off of him, and then myself. As I turned to throw the towel in the hamper Axe's voice came from behind me.

  “You're staying here tonight.”

  I smiled. I had planned to go home, knowing that Axe was taking a lot of big steps tonight, and I didn't want to force my stay if I wasn't welcome, but little things like agreeing to date me, the kisses, and telling me to stay over were all signs that he was serious about giving this a shot. It made me realize how much he did care for me.

  I threw the towel in the hamper and crawled into bed. As soon as I was comfortable Axe pulled me up against him and buried his face in the crook of my neck. I shifted my fingers through his hair as I drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Axe

  I woke to the sound of unsettled whimpering. The sky was light outside the windows, but it was still early morning. I rolled over to find Mason on the other side of the bed, tossing and turning. His limbs flailing like they weren't connected to his body. Then he began screaming. His screaming is what jolted me into action. I felt like my heart was shattering in my chest just from seeing and hearing his distress.

  “Mason,” I said, shaking him gently. “Mason, wake up.”

  His teal eyes snapped open and he looked around the room like he didn't know where he was. He scrambled back away from me, his arms flailing as if he was trying to fight something off.

  “Hey,” I said, pinning his arms to his sides. “It's just me.”

  “Axe,” he said my name on a breath like he had been holding it in.

  His arms flew around my neck, and he held onto me tightly. I pulled him into my lap. I have never soothed somone after a nightmare, but I ran my hands over his back, and whispered in his ear.

  “I got you, Mason. I got you.” I pulled back slightly to look at him. “Your brother again?”

  Mason nodded and put his head on my shoulder. “You probably think I'm a freak.”

  “Why would you think that?” I tried to get him to look at me, but he just buried his face deeper into my shoulder. “Mason, why would you think that?”

  “Cause I'm still having nightmares. No matter how hard I try I can't shake them.”

  “I don't think your a freak, Mason.”

  Mason pulled back to look at me. “You don't?”

  “No. After my uncle attacked me I always had this unsettled feeling in my stomach. I was constantly looking over my shoulder. I carried a gun or a knife with me everywhere I went. I felt like someone was coming to get me. I eventually got over looking over my shoulder everywhere I went; Grizz helped ease a little of that feeling of fear that was constantly in my stomach, but I have never stopped carrying around a knife. You asked me who I needed protection from, and the answer to that is no one. Everyone who has ever hurt me physically—my uncle, my Pa, my grandfather—they all died. I shouldn't feel this fear anymore now that they are gone, but I still do. It's something that will never go away. The fear you have of seeing your brother like that is real to you, and it may go away or it may not, but it doesn't make you a freak.”

  Mason kissed the area just above my collar bone. “Thanks, Axe.”

  “Anytime. You want to try to get some more sleep or do you want to go get breakfast.”

  “Neither. Can we just lay here?”

  “Anything you want, Mason. This is your day.”

  We settled back under the covers and I pulled Mason to me. He stroked a finger up and down my arm.

  “Tell me about your mom.”

  I closed my eyes, picturing my ma standing in front of the oven. Her brown and gray hair coming out of her bun. “Ma was always quiet. She liked to cook, and the house was always filled with delicious smells. It's one of the few pleasant memories I have of that place. She had stood by while my pa, my uncle and my grandfather tried to teach Austin and I how to be men, and I always wondered why she never helped us. Why didn't she take us away from there? But I know now that she was scared. She was scared that they would find her and kill us all.

  “After my pa and uncle died my mom took me and my brother and she ran. We were finally free. We left Chicago and ended up in a small town in Michigan. I lived with my ma until I was twenty-one and then I made my way to Seattle somehow. I was living with a guy I had met, but we didn't get along. I needed money to save up for a place of my own, and I had been walking down the street when I saw Grizz and our old boss talking about how Grizz was looking for an apprentice
. I walked up to him and practically begged him for a job. He had been apprehensive at first—he didn't know if I had any talent, and I had nothing to show him, but something must have told him that I was worth the risk cause he told me that I could start the next day. Ma had been proud when I told her I had a real job she and Austin flew out to help me move into the apartment Grizz had set up for me, and the rest is sort of history.”

  “Do you still talk to your mom?”

  “Every once in awhile. She lives in Austin now with my brother. She still doesn't understand how I can be bi or prefer men over women. She's hasn't disowned me, or believes that being gay is a sin. She has just seen all these gay men and woman who have it tough, and she doesn't understand why I would choose to live my life in a way that would complicate it more.”

  “She wants you to marry a woman.”

  I shrugged. “She says she just wants me to be happy, which I think is true, but I know she would prefer if I married a woman.”

  “Do you want to get married?”

  I paused. I hadn't really thought about it.

  “Shit. Too early for that.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “Mason, I can anticipate what questions you want to ask me before you ask them. I knew we were going to have this conversation. You're the type of guy who thinks about marriage and kids, and I haven't really thought about it. I thought I was going to be alone forever, so I never gave thought to marriage or kids.” I shrugged again. “Truthfully, I don't know if I ever want to get married.”

  Mason nodded.

  “Tell me about your mom.”

  “My mom is good. There was a stint where she and my dad shut down after Neil had died, but recently they have been trying to get back on their feet. Mom has been taking classes, trying to keep herself busy and Dad has retired from his firm. They are trying to make their marriage work. They just moved up to Rhode Island.

  “Mom was always happy. She would sing as she cleaned. I remember Neil and I would come home and find snacks for us on the table. She was kind of like those mom's in television shows where she was almost too perfect. And she was—too perfect. I found out my mom was cheating on my dad for years a few months after Neil died. I guess Dad knew, but didn't want to confront her. Dad was trying so hard to keep up appearences at his law firm so we all had to keep the whole thing under wraps.