Page 16 of Developing Hearts (Pine Point Fixer-Uppers #5)

Chapter sixteen

David

David had been right—being pressed 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 it feel like 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.”

“What if I want a mess?” Mason’s face was flushed ruby and his perfect hair had been mussed and tousled somewhere along the way, leaving a nest of brassy gold on top of his head.

The way he was laying, David could feel his cock, and just the thought of that brought David way closer to the edge than it should have.

Mason continuing to talk didn’t ease the exalted pressure.

“I’m good at cleaning up messes. Kind of my whole job. ”

David shuddered as a pulse of heat burst through his cock.

“Well, then it sounds like you deserve a break.” David slid off the bed, keeping one hand on Mason as he did so.

Around the edge, then down to his knees.

“Maybe you just lay back and relax and let me be in charge for a little bit.” He ran his hand up and down the clear outline of Mason’s shaft in his jeans, barely applying any pressure. “Does that sound good?”

Mason blew out a long, uneven breath. “It does. But you don’t—” He closed his eyes and held up his hands, taking a couple seconds. “We both know you don’t have to. You…want to.”

“Good boy. You’re a quick learner.” David undid the button on Mason’s jeans, then lowered the zipper.

With each tooth that passed through, Mason’s bulge shifted, moving a bit higher and growing more until, finally, all the pressure from Mason’s jeans was released and the shaft sprang up.

Constrained by baby blue boxer-briefs still, but much freer.

A little wet spot had formed at the tip.

“Can you…could you say that again?” Mason’s voice was tighter once more, but David couldn’t tell if it was lust, nerves, or a combination of the two.

“Say what again?” David played with the wet spot, effectively just rubbing Mason’s cock-head through his underwear. “I can say whatever you want.”

“When you called me…you know. When you…”

David knew. He understood. But seeing Mason getting a little flustered over it was too cute to let go of right away. “Use your words.” He lightly gripped Mason’s cock through the thin material and gave a slow squeeze and rub. “I can’t know what I need to call you if you don’t say it.”

“Call me—” His breath caught as his cock twitched, the wet spot growing a little larger. “You called me a good boy, and it’s stupid and I shouldn’t care, but, I don’t know. Can you—”

David kept his hand gripped loosely around Mason’s cock, but he rose again, moving up so he could put his lips directly by Mason’s ear.

“You told me what you want. That’s what I want.

Don’t feel like you need to qualify it.” He lowered his voice and let it rumble in his chest. He squeezed firmly when he said the next part. “That’s a good boy.”

David had never included this kind of talk into his bedroom activities. He’d used an occasional ‘daddy,’ and if the guy wanted him to, more derogatory language. Some guys really got off being called a bitch and it wasn’t David’s place to judge.

But the way Mason reached to hearing the words ‘good boy,’ David wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stop saying it. He bucked into David’s hand and stretched back like the words themselves were half an orgasm on their own.

David went back to his previous position at the foot of the bed.

“Now you be a good boy and just let me take control. You deserve a break.” He wriggled his fingers into Mason’s fly, touching directly against the slick, hot skin of his cock, and pulled Mason free.

Six inches, cut, decently thick but not like a soda can.

David sucked the tip past his lips, then slid farther down as Mason groaned.