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“Me?” Owen breathed, incredulous. “Reject you?”

“You did before.”

Owen’s heart felt like it was being squeezed in a hard fist. “I didn’t want to,” he admitted. “But you were pretty drunk, and I couldn’t take advantage of that. Not knowing you might regret it in the morning.” He swallowed. “Besides, I’m not really a one-night-stand type.”

“Yeah,” Mason said, with a small smile. “I figured that.” He took a deep breath. “Look, I like you, and maybe I’m wrong, but I think you might like me too? And not in a just-friends way.”

“You’re not wrong,” Owen said hoarsely. “I do like you. A lot.”

“Okay.” Mason smiled tentatively. “Well, I can’t see into the future, but if it helps… I don’t see you as a one-night stand.”

“No?” Owen whispered.

Mason shook his head. “So what do you think?”

“I think,” Owen said, “that pudding can wait.”

CHAPTER TEN

Owen

Mason led him into the bedroom. When he turned to face Owen, his green eyes were sultry, his body language open and inviting, but he made no move towards him. After last time, he probably wanted Owen to make the first move. Well, that suited Owen just fine. Now that he knew Mason was interested in more than a one-time hook-up, he was more than comfortable taking the lead.

Stepping closer, he raised one hand to trace the sharp line of Mason’s jaw with his fingertips. He liked that Mason was almost as tall as him, that they were looking each other in the eye. Liked too that he was bigger than Mason in every other way.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmured, curving his hand around the back of Mason’s neck, fingertips threading into the short hair at his nape.

Mason’s breath hitched in a way that made Owen’s already-stiff cock throb in his jeans. “Yeah,” he whispered.

Owen touched his lips gently to Mason’s, just a light graze of his mouth. When he drew back, Mason whimpered and leaned forward slightly, trying to maintain contact. Owen laughed softly and kissed him again, another soft, grazing touch. When Mason shuddered with pleasure, Owen rewarded him with another kiss, a little harder this time, followed by a sweep of his tongue over Mason’s full lower lip, then another kiss, and another, each succeeding one deeper and more thorough.

His other arm snaked round Mason’s waist, yanking him closer, and he ground their hips together, his clothed, aching cock throbbing painfully at the delicious friction.

“Oh God,” Mason breathed between kisses. “Owen.”

His hands had been resting against Owen’s chest, but now, he slid them up and over Owen’s shoulders, winding them round the back of his neck as he pressed closer. Their kisses had grown hot and wet and deep, their tongues sliding together, exploring. Christ, you couldn’t get a breath between them now, and Owen loved it. Loved having Mason’s body plastered against his own.

Eventually, he tore his mouth free. “I want to suck you,” he growled.

“Same,” Mason said breathlessly. “Sixty-nine?”

“Fuck, yeah,” Owen replied with a grin. He reached for the hem of Mason’s t-shirt and yanked it up over his head, tossing it aside, admiring the lean, muscled planes of his smooth chest and shoulders. His hands went to the waistband of Mason’s tatty shorts next, pushing them down, groaning when he discovered there was nothing underneath.

“No underwear?” he murmured as Mason kicked the shorts aside, standing naked in front of him. “Careful, I might think you were planning a seduction…”

“Me?” Mason looked up through his lashes, playing innocent.

Owen grinned. “You’re a very bad boy, do you know that?”

Mason gave a soft, almost desperate laugh. “Maybe you can spank me later.”

“Jesus Christ,” Owen muttered curving his hands over the smooth mounds of Mason’s arse even as he leaned back so he could eye his long, slender dick. “I would fucking love that.”

Mason’s eyes went wide. “You would?”

Owen looked up. “Fuck, yeah. If you would. I’m not always Mr. Nice Guy, you know.”

Mason gave a shaky laugh. “Um—wow. Okay, yeah.” He swallowed hard, his eyes a little glazed.