“I’d gone to the party intent on one thing, and one thing only, finding an accommodating pussy and fucking my anger away. I’m not going to lie. I thought you were a girl at first. The skimpy little cheerleader outfit, those lace panties that made your ass look spectacular. All I wanted to do was rip them off and bury myself deep.”
The laugh spilled forward before Sebastian could stop it. He’d lost a bet, and the guys in his fraternity had thought making him wear lace panties would be funny and the costume would be appropriate punishment. He’d never expected to like them. Never expected they would gain the notice of the infamous Mason Taylor.
“The funny thing was, when I discovered you were a guy, my feelings didn’t change. I wanted to fuck your ass with a driving need I’ve never experienced before or since.”
Sebastian could still feel the pleasure, the pain of having Mason’s cock pounding into him. He squirmed on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position.
The overconfident jerk stared at him, as if able to read his mind. “That night was the single most pleasurable of my life.”
“Then, why run?” The question tumbled forth before he could stop it.
Mason stood and started pacing. One minute passed then two. When he thought he wouldn’t get a response, Mason stopped dead, staring him down. “Because I’m not gay.”
Sebastian grabbed his chest. His heart hurt so much he had to be having a heart attack. Mason couldn’t have said more hurtful words if he’d tried. The memory of the kiss they shared in the elevator played on a loop in his mind. “But you had sex with me…you kissed me just now.”
Mason sat down again, his knees seeming to give out underneath him. “I know. It’s the thing I don’t understand. The reason why I ran. I was never with another man before you or after you. Believe me, I tried. But the attempts were all utter failures, and I could never bring myself to go through with it. Even the copious numbers of women I’ve fucked haven’t given me more pleasure than using my hand. But you, you make me feel alive in a way I have never understood, and it scares the hell out of me because you don’t fit with any of the visions of my future. Neither my own nor the ones my parents have for me.”
A deadly roller coaster ride couldn’t feel any worse than listening to Mason explain his motives. One minute his words filled him with joy, the next he plummeted to certain death. For a decade, he’d thought he’d done something wrong, something to make the one man he thought he could love leave. “But none of that has changed, has it?”
Mason’s shoulders sagged. “No, not really. The thing is, I no longer care. I’ve spent a decade feeling like part of me was missing. Fucking everything in sight to try and experience a small part of the peace I experienced with you.”
“I still don’t understand why you didn’t just seek me out. I wouldn’t have turned you away.” Even now, he struggled with the idea of sending him on his way.
“Because I’m an idiot. But not anymore.” Mason stood, took two strides, and he was right there in front of him, not even an inch away. Mason grabbed Sebastian around the back of his neck and pulled flush him against the wall of muscle he called a chest. Mason’s mouth slammed down on his, forcing him to open his lips and accept a tongue fucking.
The moment their lips collided, every one of his concerns floated away. He didn’t care about any of it anymore; he wanted Mason. No, he needed him. He understood perfectly about feeling alive because he’d felt that way, too. If they had only one night, he made a promise to himself to embrace it and deal with the consequences tomorrow.
He reached between them and cupped Mason’s dick. The long, almost growl-like response was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. Pulling away, he broke the kiss then leaned in until his mouth almost touched Mason’s ear.
“Fuck me, please.”
