Colt guided him into his own bedroom and sat him down on the bed. He cupped Mason’s face and tilted his jaw up so Mason was looking into his eyes.
“I just want you to focus on me, okay?”
Mason nodded.
“I want you to feel only what I do to you, to think only about what my hands and mouth are doing. I want you to let everything else go and let me take care of you. Can you do that?”
Thank all the heavens for Colt somehow knowing exactly what Mason wanted. No, what he needed.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” Colt whispered as the pads of his thumbs ghosted over Mason’s eyelids. “Close your eyes.”
Mason obeyed and surrendered to Colt. The only person he’d completely trusted in his youth, and somehow, even after a twenty-year absence, was still the only person he truly trusted.
As though he were made of glass, Colt pressed light kisses on Mason’s eyelids, his nose, and finally, his mouth. His lips were warm and soft and felt like velvet sliding over Mason’s skin. The kiss made no demands, made no move to deepen. It didn’t need to. Mason felt everything Colt said in his promise that Mason would be cared for, cherished . . . loved.
Colt tugged on his bottom lip gently and then released it to kiss the corners of his mouth, the point of his chin, the tip of his nose again, and then down the column of Mason’s throat. Colt unbuttoned Mason’s shirt as he nuzzled and sucked at Mason’s neck while pushing the fabric over his shoulders. With a nudge from Colt, Mason scooted himself farther up the bed so that he could stretch out. He sighed, exhaling the day’s stress one breath at a time, one kiss at a time, as Colt laid a wet path down his torso—suckling and nipping his nipples, swirling his tongue in his belly button, and then mouthing hot kisses on his lower abdomen as he divested Mason of his jeans and boxers.
“God, you grew into a beautiful man,” Colt said with a reverence that made Mason’s stomach flutter and his cock stand up straighter.
Colt wrapped his hand around Mason’s straining erection, his grip gentle but firm, and Mason groaned. Barely a touch and his whole body shuddered.
“So sensitive,” Colt said with a grin, and then he lowered himself and traced Mason’s cock with his tongue.
Mason mumbled something incoherent, but it didn’t matter what the words were meant to be, the intention was clear. He was all in with what Colt was doing to him. All his thoughts focused on Colt’s ministrations and the sensations he was causing throughout Mason’s body. There was only here and now with the one person he’d ever truly loved.
And still did.
Colt kissed and licked and stroked him to the edge, held him there, pulled him back and sent him to the edge again and again, until Mason was a writhing, mindless mass of nerves and need.
Then the bastard had the audacity to let go and pull away, leaving Mason heaving and desperate for release. He growled at Colt, who only chuckled at him and then smacked Mason’s hand away as he’d reached down, looking to relieve himself if Colt was going to keep teasing.
Colt flipped him over like he was nothing and pulled Mason’s hips back a little to give him a bit of a lift with his ass slightly in the air. Okay, Mason was down with that.
“Yes,” he hissed.
Colt kneaded and mouthed his ass cheeks and then reached around with one hand to stroke his cock while continuing to ply his glutes. He tugged just enough to keep Mason near the edge but not enough to push him so close he’d start wailing for release again. But he didn’t need to because Colt’s silky, strong tongue dipped down into his crack and swirled around his hole.
“Oh my god, Colt,” he managed. “More of that.”
Colt snickered behind him but didn’t stop. It was like Colt knew every single erogenous zone and worked them until Mason couldn’t tell which way was up, if it was day or night, if his physical body ceased to exist and he was merely a throbbing ball of erotic energy on the verge of explosion.
Then everything stopped. His brain scrambled at the loss of all that mind-melting sensation.
“Be right back,” Colt panted.
The bed rocked as he left, and Mason lay there unmoving, in a state of suspended animation, unable to make sense of what was happening.
And then the bed dipped. Colt was back.
Hot hands caressed his back, his buttocks, slid down his crack and teased him, and the world righted itself again.
“Roll over,” Colt ordered, his voice ragged and strained.
Colt was in total control of Mason’s body, but it was clear from his voice that he barely had control of himself. Mason grinned at the realization. Colt needed this just as much as he did.
Mason did as he was told, and when his eyes met Colt’s, his breath caught in his throat. Blue fire burned in their depths. Mason couldn’t remember a time when anyone had ever looked at him with so much intensity, so much desire, so much love. Colt had loved him, once, when they were kids, but he’d never felt it as powerfully as he did right now. Mason knew, in that moment, without any verbal declarations, that Colt still loved him too. What that meant beyond now, he didn’t know, but this moment in time was all he had the capacity to deal with.
