“I guess…” Mason held up his hands cluelessly. “As long as you’re happy and taking care of yourself.”
“I’m fine.”
That was true enough and all that Mason and Sarina needed to know.
He had just ended things with a pro baseball player and had sworn off closeted masc men. Sky was tired of sneaking around and hiding when the doorbell rang or there was a FaceTime call. They weren’t specifically Sky’s type because he was into men of all shapes and sizes. But Sky was beginning to wonder if it was the toxicity and the eventual disappointment that drew him to closeted, straight-presenting, muscular men.
“I work a lot and I workout a lot when I’m not working,” he summarized.
“I can tell. You look…great, Sky.” Mason’s voice dropped, growing husky as he stared at Sky’s lips.
Sky couldn’t help it, he leaned in and took a cautious sniff. Fuck, Mason still smelled perfect. Like clean boy and good aftershave, plus a hint of mint from his breath. “Do you think so?”
Mason nodded faintly, focused on Sky’s neck as he raised his hand. “I really like these.” He traced the vines and blue skyflowers and the moon under Sky’s ear. “And I like your nails.”
They had been painted dark purple but the polish was worn and chipped. “I’m lucky, we don’t have a dress code and my bosses don’t care if I cover myself in ink or wear makeup or dye my hair ten different colors. Self-expression is encouraged as long as we don’t ask for raises or mention unions.” He rolled his eyes and nodded at Mason. “I like your beard. It makes you look like a lumberjack or like you still play hockey, even though you complained about blisters every time you had to pick up an ax or a shovel.”
Mason’s eyes narrowed. “I chop wood all the time now. We go through a ton of it in the winter and it’s not always easy to get it delivered when you need it. I spend most of my time shoveling driveways and sidewalks when it snows.”
“That explains all of this.” Sky gave Mason’s bicep and his shoulder appreciative squeezes. He had always been fit but Mason had gained more mass and was filling out his black suit rather nicely. “Are you drinking shakes and slamming protein while you workout?” he babbled awkwardly.
“No.” Mason shook his head. “I just eat as sensibly as I can and try to get at least half an hour in the garage before I go to bed. I still play a little hockey and I was planning to help out with the youth league once Sam’s old enough to tag along and maybe play.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. You workout in the garage?”
Mason chuckled. “We only have two vehicles and my truck is fine outside, so I use the extra space for my free weights and the treadmill. It’s not that fancy but I put a TV in there so I can watch the news or car shows while I’m running.”
“I don’t like running on treadmills. By ‘news or car shows’ I assume you mean cartoons.”
“Of course. I still think cars are boring and I get enough of politics and other people’s problems when I go into the office.” Mason grinned cheekily.
“I never renewed my license,” Sky admitted. “It’s too expensive to keep a car in the city and driving anywhere is such a hassle. You know how much I hated driving and it’s easier just to walk or jump on a train.”
“Makes sense. I’m so sorry about Lance, Sky, but it’s really good to see you. I wish it didn’t take something like this to get you to come back.” Ever so tentatively, Mason cradled Sky’s cheek and searched his eyes. “I miss you and I think about you?—”
“Don’t!” Sky didn’t want to hear it but instead of getting up and walking out he leaned in and covered Mason’s mouth with his, kissing him roughly. Fuck him for making everything better, while still being a heartless creep.
To make matters worse, Mason pulled Sky into him, clutching at his ass and twisting his fingers in his hair. He bucked against Sky, hard and starving as his tongue lapped and swirled hypnotically. Sky was immediately pulled under, moaning against Mason’s tongue as lust and anticipation rose within him. Their hands were shaking and they were frantic as they attacked each other’s buckles and zippers.
Sky made it first and gasped in shock when he slid his hand into the front of Mason’s boxers and found thick, throbbing heat. He had only a moment to catch his breath before Mason’s hand pushed into his briefs and gripped his cock. The kiss became wild and sloppy as they struggled against their trousers and the cramped loveseat, neither able to get a good grip or manage anything close to a decent stroke.
It was stillhotand Sky couldn’t remember being thisturned on as Mason’s lips glided along his jaw and his neck was licked and sucked. “Yes! Don’t be afraid to bite!” Sky begged, then let out a strained whimper when Mason’s teeth grazed his skin. “Harder!”
“I’m not biting you,” Mason chuckled hoarsely. “But…fuck, I need to taste you, Sky!”
“Okay,” Sky panted, unsure of what Mason meant until he moved. “Oh, fuck!” he whispered as Mason slid off the loveseat and between Sky’s legs. Suddenly, his lips were around Sky’s cock and it was wrapped in slick, sucking heat. Every nerve in his body reacted, burning and flickering as pressure coiled in his core. “Holy?—!”
“Shhh!” Mason breathed against the head before taking Sky deep into his throat and sucking harder.
One hand was tight around the base of Sky’s cock and the other kneaded his sac, making his toes curl as he clenched tight. He refused to acknowledge the gnawing ache in his ass, just coherent enough to know hecould notbeg Mason to mount him right then and there. The thought and the irresistible pull of Mason’s lips as he sucked and moaned ecstatically around Sky’s shaft was too much.
“Mase! Slow down! I’m—!” But it was too late, heat and pleasure swept up his spine and down his limbs as his body imploded. Sky came deep in Mason’s throat,hard.“Fuck! I’m sorry! It’s been a while and I?—”
“Mmmm…” Mason raised his head slowly, giving the end of Sky’s softening erection one final, indulgent suck before releasing him. “Perfect. I knew you’d taste like heaven.”
“Heaven.” Sky snorted, raising his head. He blinked until the pastel blurs in front of him formed a fake stained glass cross and recoiled. “Oh…fuck!What is wrong with us?” He shoved Mason away and yanked up his black briefs and his trousers.“We are in a funeral home, Mason!”he hissed and flailed.
Mason rose on his knees, scrambling to fix his fly. “Jesus! I’m sorry, I?—!”
