Page 41 of Developing Hearts (Pine Point Fixer-Uppers #5)
Chapter forty-one
Mason
In the back of his mind, Mason couldn’t help but catalog some of the fixtures and features of the master bath. A soaking tub with jets all around, an electric fireplace, two shower heads in the walk-in, a toilet with a built-in bidet.
That was just the back of his mind, though.
The result of a lot of years of home renovation experience.
The front of his mind was focused on a paint-smeared David, bending over to start the water for the bathtub and showing off his hole in the process.
It was a nice hole. Inviting. Mason was obviously horned up and ready to go, but even if he’d been soft as limp asparagus, that view probably would have turned his mind to the same line of thinking without too much effort.
David got the water going, steam rising up from the tub, then strode to the shower with a smile.
“Need to clean the paint off before we get cozy.” He stopped part way to the shower, turned, and walked over, then pressed his chest against Mason’s.
Just for a second. Just long enough for some of the paint that hadn’t yet dried to transfer over to Mason.
His smile only widened. “Whoops. Now I have to clean you up, too.”
Mason followed him to the shower—not like he actually took much convincing. It wasn’t long at all for the water to heat up, and then David stepped in to let the shower head and jets pelt at him.
Mason stepped in next to him, pulling David in close. He ran his hands up and down David’s back, then glided his fingers around to his chest and began scrubbing at the pain splotches.
David reached over for soap and lathered himself up. And Mason up, using slow, steady strokes up and down Mason’s chest, his abdomen, his crotch.
Mason raised an eyebrow as he swelled back to rock hard, as he had been in the studio. “I don’t think I got any paint down there.”
David shrugged, making tiny circles around Mason’s cock head with his fingertip. “Never hurts to be thorough.”
“It might hurt if you make me wait any longer.” Mason thrust his hips forward, humping against David’s hand. “You’re the one who begged me to fuck you, and now I feel like we’re burning daylight.”
David brought the soap up to Mason’s neck, filling Mason’s nose with the smell of mint and citrus. “One, there’s no daylight left to burn. It’s after eight o’clock. And two, I don’t recall begging. I recall…asking.”
Mason rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through David’s hair. It was silken and luxurious, and doubly so thanks to the flowing water. “Do we need to play back the footage?”
“No footage. The cameras left a few hours ago, if you recall.”
“No cameras you know about.” Mason kissed him, let his tongue slip briefly into David’s mouth as the shower washed away the suds and lather from that all-too-fragrant soap.
Then he pulled out of it and looked him in the eye.
“Now stop dawdling and get in that tub, or I’m going to finish all by myself and you’ll be left… unsatisfied.”
David pressed a hand to his chest and dropped his mouth in horror.
“The threats. I didn’t know you could be so mean to me.
” But, in spite of his protestations, David turned off the shower, then walked over to the tub.
He was clean of paint, and Mason was fairly certain he would have noticed any splotches.
He was staring at every exposed inch of David and salivating.
David turned so Mason got the full frontal view, and slapped his hands on his hips. He wasn’t totally hard, but hard enough to be noticeable. “Well, Mr. Eager Beaver, I think if you’re going to fuck me, you’ll need to get in first.”
Mason walked over and turned off the water, then stepped in. “Jesus, are you cooking me at the same time?”
“You’re going to have to learn to get used to infernal water temperatures, babe. I can only make so many compromises.”
It really wasn’t that bad, but Mason put on a good show of hissing and cringing as he stepped in, then lowered himself down. Once he was settled, he started stroking himself under the water, and watching while David mimicked him up above.
Mason looked around and saw the problem. “Condoms?”
“I’m okay with it if you are.”
Mason nodded, and even though he hadn’t thought it was possible, he felt even more connected to David. Not because condoms were some death sentence to passion, but because David could trust him like that. “I’m on PrEP. So whatever you’re comfortable with.”
David stuck his fingers in his mouth, then reached behind himself. His mouth slid open as he fingered himself, and it was all Mason could do not to bust right then and there.
His face was slightly pink, his hair still plastered across his shoulders and back, but he looked down at Mason. “You ready…good boy?”
Mason’s body shivered in anticipation at that. “I still can’t believe that works so well.”
David shrugged. “I promise to use my new superpower irresponsibly.” Then he raised one lithe, muscular leg up and turned so his ass was facing Mason.
He stepped carefully around Mason’s legs, and for a few seconds, Mason had the best view in the entire condo, staring straight at David’s ass.
Taut muscle, smooth skin, slightly paler than the rest of his legs and his back.
When he bent his knees, Mason got another, closer look at his hole, now slick and inviting.
Then David lowered himself down, raising the water almost to the rim of the tub, and leaned his full weight back against Mason’s torso. Blindly, his fingers fumbled until he got hold of Mason’s cock.
He slid it in with a gasp and a moan, and Mason lost all sense of self.