He gave in. David climbed into the bed, then lowered himself carefully down over Mason’s face. As soon as he was close enough, he felt a tongue against his hole. It wasn’t like this was David’s first time getting eaten out, but his nerves were on firealready, so it was unbelievably intense. His legs almost gave out immediately, his vision blurred, and he only realized he was moaning a few seconds after he began. The rest of the world, including any sounds anyone might have been making, didn’t exist. All that existed was himself and Mason, and especially Mason’s tongue, and his breath.
David stroked himself as Mason ran circles from his taint to his hole, then back again. Every now and then, Mason would pull his tongue back and let his lips grace up against the soft skin. It was enough variation to keep David from getting lulled too deeply into the clouds and mist of ecstasy. The changes kept him just present enough to feel a different joy and pleasure. This was Mason. He’d broken through, and now he was getting tongued down. Tongued up?
He was getting rimmed, and as he sped up the pace of his own stroking, he caught himself sinking lower. Mason didn’t complain. If anything, he seemed to go at David’s hole with more intensity than before, and as that pressure and heat built, he couldn’t get enough out of his body to raise himself back up. He wasn’t quite bearing his entire body weight down on Mason’s face, but it was definitely more than half. All Mason did in response was grip David’s thighs…and pull him down lower.
“Fuck me, you’re going to make me cum.” Not that David sitting there jacking himself off was doing much to keep him from blowing his load, but even if he hadn’t touched himself, as his hole loosened and Mason pressed a bit deeper inside, he was certain he’d have shot off no matter what.
His balls pulled up higher and his cock spasmed, and in spite of the attention Mason was paying to him, his hole tightened up as one spurt, two, three, four shot from his cock, down onto Mason’s chest and belly. One was even strong enough, it splattered against Mason’s own cock.
Then David’s body finally gave out. He had just enough presence of mind, when he released his shaft, to fall forward so he didn’t absolutely crush Mason underneath his body. Then he rolled to the side. “Fuck me. You should give lessons.” David groped a hand to the side until he felt Mason’s slick shaft against his palm. He didn’t go quickly, but he kept the pressure and movement going, using his own cum and Mason’s rivers of precum as lube.
Then an idea struck him and he slowed even further. “I know you don’t owe me a favor—”
“The hell I don’t.” Mason sat up and looked down at David. Sweat sheened over his forehead, and his hair was unkempt and damp. David also didn’t miss the slight gleam of spit around his lips as Mason spoke again, softer than before. “What do you need?”
“Can you jerk off for me? I want to watch you.”
Mason’s lips pulled up slightly. “You reallyactuallythink I’m hot.”
“Hell yes.”
Mason leaned down and kissed him, then stood up. “Well get comfortable, then.”
David scampered up…then almost fell. His legs were still shaky from his orgasm, but he managed to stand on his second attempt and walked over to sit in the arm chair.
Mason knelt on the bed. It was hard to tell whether or not he was red in the face from exertion, from passion, or from embarrassment. Maybe all three. The crimson stretched from his hairline down to a spray across his chest. His left hand wrapped carefully around his cock, pulling back his foreskin. He was clearly putting on at least a little bit of show, his eyes darting now and then to David, but it seemed like he was mostly losing himself to the pleasure. His back arched as his head leaned away, and he brought his right hand up to play with his nipples.They were already hard, but when he touched them, David swore he saw them stiffen further, stand out even more.
When Mason closed his eyes and his body went slack, every synapse in David’s brain fired at once. It was a shock of lightning from heaven, a meteor streaking through the sky, a cloudburst. Inspiration struck. He’d thought he’d gotten Mason captured properly in his sketchbook, but as Mason knelt on the bed, stroking himself faster and faster, groaning into nothing as he pleasured himself, the images and thoughts swirled together.
David had a collection of paintings he’d made of partners in the past, and Mason would fit right into it. When his body somehow arched further backward and his cock pulsed, firing cum out onto the bedsheets, David was even more certain: he had to paint Mason. There was simply no acceptable alternative.
Chapter twenty-six
Mason
Thehousewascomingalong nicely, and the job was smooth enough that Mason actually got to go up on the rooftop deck. Usually, he was needed down at the main command center—the janky folding table where everyone scattered their stuff around his laptop—but the paths were all set, so when Ozzy asked for some help, he was able to head on up and lend a hand.
It was a particularly bright and sunny day, even if there was a touch of chill still in the air, so even though the deck was absolutely a work in progress, it was lovely all the same. Ozzy had almost nowhere else in this project to direct his focus, so he’d really gone whole hog on this. Mason had helped him set up a portal to get input from all the tenants, and he and Evander had gotten into at least an hour of bickering over architectural and design styles while Ozzy decided on exactly how to set things up.
The result had been worth any heartache or effort laid out, as far as Mason was concerned. They were still doing a ton of work, so it wasn’t finished, but the concrete had been covered over with decking. Mason wasn’t sure if it was real weather-treated wood, or just an incredible facsimile, but it made the entire space feel more inviting and homey. Jake had set up shop out on the deck not only to avoid making quite so much noise running his power tools, but because Ozzy had him building a load of benches to serve as seating. Three separate fire pits had been erected, making three individual congregating areas: two mid-sized rectangular ones on the sides, and a larger round one at the far end. They’d been plumbed into the building’s gas lines, with approval from the condo board, and bags of teal-colored fire glass were piled in one corner, waiting to fill in around the burners.
The design was light on actual plant life, but Ozzy had pushed hard for at least one nice garden area. According to the design he’d mocked up, there would be lots of potted plants and raised beds, but in the middle, he’d cajoled them into allowing for a community garden for the residents. At the moment, that areas was simply marked off with masking tape.
Mason helped him cart some bricks around, but after two loads, Ozzy jerked his head to the side, calling Mason over. Away from everyone else.Oh great. Because he always has such nice things for me when he needs to talk alone. Still, it was Mason’s job to manage the project, including any spats, hurt feelings, or grievances, so he marched over, plastering on his absolute best smile. “What’s up?”
Ozzy leaned against the glass barrier on the edge of the building and shrugged. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Haven’t seen you quite this bubbly in a couple…lifetimes.”
“You don’t think I’m bubbly? I’m offended, sir.”
Ozzy rolled his eyes. “Cut the bullshit. I’m happy that you’re happy, I’m just wanting to find out what’s going on. You just thrilled to almost be done filming?”
He could lie. Ozzy had offered a perfectly valid out for him: they’d been on the road and away from home for so long, it would only make sense if Mason was simply looking forward to sleeping in his own bed and not having to go anywhere for a good long while.
“Would you believe that I…might have met someone?”
Ozzy snorted and grinned. “On this show? I’d be more surprised if you didn’t at this rate.”
It had been four days since he and David had hooked up. Again. Mason had expected all the tensions to leach back in after he shot his load. He didn’t have post-nut clarity nearly as much as he had post-nut panic. Yet it didn’t. He and David had hopped in the shower and rinsed off. They ordered in dessert, and Mason actually ate a slice of chocolate cake in front of David without feeling weird about it. Then in the morning…he felt light. There was some value in being tethered to the ground, but for so long, Mason had been tied down like Gulliver in his travels. It seemed like a bunch of them had been loosened and… “Okay, maybe I’ve been a little more bubbly than usual.”
