Dear God, if Mason wasn’t already married, he would have proposedright then.
This was why he had learned to fuck! Mason had tried it a few times with women in college and before he married Sarina, but couldn’t get into it or stay hard long enough to get his partner off if he was with a woman. It was such a relief once he got brave and finally tried it with a man. Mason had worried that it still wouldn’t work, that he had secretly tormented himself over nothing for most of his adult life.
But Masonreallyenjoyed sex with men, especially when he thought about Sky. In time, they all became him and every hookup felt like Mason was practicing or that Sky was somehow observing. None of the men Mason met ever mattered. He was honing his skills and giving his best performance for someone else.
Someone who was never supposed to be there.
Never in Mason’s wildest dreams did he believe he’d ever have a chance to actually touch Sky like that again or share all the things he had learned. And now that he was there, touching Sky and pleasuring him, Mason understood thatthiswas where he belonged. His heart sang as he used two fingers to find Sky’s prostate and stroked it firmly as he sucked harder. Sky was stunning as he writhed and chanted Mason’s name, his skin glistening as his head lolled on the bed.
“Oh, Mase! That’s—!” He gasped and his body jerked hard, just as cum flooded Mason’s mouth.
“Mmmm…” Mason hummed as he massaged and continued to suck, milking as much of Sky’s release from him as he could.
“Okay!” Sky batted at Mason’s head and shoulders, dazed and gigglingas he tried to push Mason away and pull him up. “So good! Love you,” he wheezed drunkenly.
It shouldn’t have felt sorightto hear Sky say it, but Mason experienced a different kind of orgasm. His heart was full of warmth and joy and his whole body tingled as he licked the sweat from the inside of Sky’s hip, and from his navel, and from between his pecs.
He sucked on Sky’s chin and on his lips. “I love you too, Sky. I always have. I always will,” he whispered, then chuckled when Sky’s eyes widened in alarm. “I heard it. You can’t take it back.”
“I wasn’t supposed to say it out loud,” he said with a haughty sniff, channeling his mother for a moment.
Mason laughed as he kissed him. “Roll over.”
“Gladly,” Sky mumbled, reaching for a pillow as he flipped over and got his knees beneath him. He pushed his face into the pillow and there were muffled screams as Sky lectured himself for being a “fucking dipshit,” if Mason heard correctly.
“I think you’re perfect,” Mason whispered and kissed the back of Sky’s neck as he slowly eased into slick, gripping heat. “Fuck, you feel perfect too.”
“Jesus, Mase!” He reached back and grabbed Mason’s thigh, signaling that he needed a moment. “That’s so fucking big!”
A wry smile tugged at Mason’s lips. “Keep breathing,” he said as he straightened and kneaded Sky’s shoulders. “I believe in you.”
Sky laughed and shook his head, glancing back at Mason. “Fuck off!”
“I would have warned you, but I didn’t want it to seem like I was bragging, and I know you can handle it.”
“Let’s hope so,” Sky replied tightly. “If not, let them know that I diedwhile making the ultimate sacrifice.” He was already leaning into Mason’s thrusts, though.
“Who’s them?”
Sky shrugged. “Die-hard fans? Put it on my headstone or add my name to a wall of gay heroes.”
“Not sure if your mother and your sister would appreciate that,” Mason mused, slowly increasing the pace.
“No, the fans should know: I died thehardway while riding a whale. I’d like to be recognized for that.”
This was the first time Mason had ever laughed during sex, but it was no surprise that he would with Sky. But neither felt like joking when Mason’s pelvis smacked against Sky’s ass, indicating that he was fully seated.
“Are you alright?” Mason asked, searching Sky’s face and posture for any sign of distress or discomfort.
He nodded quickly. “I’m alright. Keep going,” he said breathlessly, then let his head hang as he moved with Mason.
Keep going? I never want to stop.
Plus, Mason had promised to last for at least an hour. He couldn’t manufacture anything close to rage, but Mason thought about the governor and his growing list of “concerns” whenever he felt pressure building in his sac and the base of his cock. And when he found an angle or a rhythm that worked, Mason locked in and held it until Sky moved or asked for something different.
Sky came again, and again, as he held onto the headboard and begged for more. But eventually, his shoulders drooped to the bed and Sky hugged the pillow under his cheek, babbling giddily as his ass bounced off of Mason’s hips. His eyelids fluttered closed and he smiled drowsily.
“Tell me again,” Mason said as he locked Sky’s ass against his groin and ground hard.
