“I’m fine.” Mason’s voice was high and tight, and he sat down on the bed in some hope that David wouldn’t see him getting hard. “It was a surprise. I know you were trying to stop me from spiraling.”
David’s shoulders stayed taut, even as he lowered himself down into the arm chair in the corner. “I was…but that’s why I told you all of that. I kissed you because I wanted to know what your lips felt like. And then Ireallyliked them.”
Mason felt a sudden sharpness to his breath. Something wasn’t lining up. “You don’t need to worry. I’m not offended.”
David nodded. “Thanks. But I still…I want to kiss you again.” Only afterthatdid David’s shoulders finally relax a bit. “Properly. With you, you know, present and aware what my plan is. A proper kiss.” He crossed his legs, uncrossed them, and crossed them again the other way.
Mason had lived with a dick for thirty years. He could recognize the signs of someone trying to hide a hard-on, and thatwas a classic example. The tension inside Mason’s head grew. This still wasn’t lining up. “I’m okay. Honestly. I had a freak-out, but I’ve managed to calm down.”
David shook his head, a taut smile pulling at his lips. “I feel a little bit like I’m talking past you, here.” He rose and Mason learned he was right. There was a definitive imprint in those pants. “Iwantto kiss you. I think you’re sexy. I liked kissing you and would enjoy doing that again.”
“You don’t—”
David crossed the room and grabbed Mason by the shoulders, staring down into his eyes. “Either you’re about to tell me that I don’t need to, in which case I tell you no shit, I want to, or you’re going to tell me that I don’t really want to kiss you, in which case you’re wrong.” He squatted down so he was on the same level as Mason.
There was nothing off in his expression. His eyes were bright. He didn’t seem drunk or anything. Mason’s brain scratched and scrabbled for anything he could find that would make sense…and eventually, he had no choice but to land on the obvious. “You’re serious?” He still couldn’t say it straight out, had to make it a question.
“Yes, I’m serious.” David pressed a hand to Mason’s chest, still maintaining eye contact. “Now you don’t have to say yes. I already kissed you without permission once today. But don’t say no because you think that I’m somehow doing this against my will. I’m not. Iwantto do this because Iwantyou.”
The words echoed in Mason’s head, all the gaps that his mind had dug, looking for some other explanation, leaving room for it to reverberate.I want you. He tried to remember if he’d ever heard that before…and he would put decent money on himneverbeing told that someone wanted him. Not in that way. Not sexually.
Mason leaned forward and pecked David on the lips, even as his body and mind screamed at him to stop. A passing glance of their mouths and nothing more.
When David didn’t recoil, Mason laughed. “Holy shit.”
David raised an eyebrow. “I thought you tried not to cuss in front of clients.”
“I also don’t kiss clients. I think we’re beyond the realm of how I treat clients.” Mason felt tears pricking behind his eyes, but he pushed that back. A crying make-out session wasn’t a great idea. He could unpack his damage later if he had to.
For now, he leaned in for a longer kiss, and David sat down on the bed next to him.
Chapter sixteen
David
Davidhadbeenright—beingpressed in against Mason, wrapped up tight by his arms while their lips crashed against each other again and again and again, was glorious. It felt like, for the first time in all this admiring, all these glances David had cast at Mason, he was finally inside this presence of Mason rather than observing from outside.
Mason ran his fingers through David’s hair, moving them deliberately and separating locks out. When David pressed the tip of his tongue forward, he met resistance for a second. Then Mason’s lips parted and granted him access.
David scrubbed his hands up and down Mason’s back, diving a bit lower each time until he reached the hem of Mason’s shirt. When he went lower again, he felt the hot skin of his back, then the beginning of the curve as his ass flared out.
Knock knock.
“Crap.” Mason pulled away and, as he was getting up, David got to catch a glimpse of his bulge. Clearly, David wasn’t the only one excited, and David only felt himself growing harder and longer when Mason turned and walked to the door. It was a prolonged look at his butt, and what a butt it was.
He didn’t hear most of what was being said, but Mason came back with a black, plastic bowl covered by a lid. “Sorry. I’d already ordered a salad. I…well, there’s no fridge in this room. I can’t…I’m sorry, I can come over later? No, that’s stupid. It’s a salad I didn’t even pay for, the studio paid for it, who cares if it goes to waste?”
Clearly, the passion had given way to tension once again. David rose and, once more, grabbed Mason around the shoulders. “Do you think I’ll be shocked to learn that you eat food?”
“No.” Mason rubbed his belly. “Clearly I eat food.”
David shook his head. “Come on. Does itfeellike I’m judging you?” He slid his knee between Mason’s legs and pressed his crotch to Mason’s thigh. “Or does it feel like I’m ready to rock and roll?”
Mason shuddered and leaned forward. Then he put the salad down on the dresser. “I can occupy my mouth another way right now. Eating can wait.”
It wasn’t exactly the win David might have hoped for, but when Mason kissed him and pushed him down onto the bed and pinned him in place, he couldn’t exactly argue. Well, he could have, but he not interested in arguing. This was more than everything he’d imagined it would be, and he wasn’t going to drop the chance presented to him. He wrapped his arms around Mason, hands at his waist, then slid his fingers lower until he got two handfuls of ass cheek. It was firm and full and warm, and when he squeezed, Mason’s hips ground forward seemingly of their own accord.
David wrenched himself away from the kiss as his body screamed at him for doing something so stupid, but he had to speak. “I need to take these off so I don’t cum and make a big mess.”
