Page 116 of Summer Lessons

“This is your place?” Mason said, looking at the changes with bright eyes.

“Yeah.” Terry came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Mason’s waist and nuzzling his shoulder. “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful,” Mason said sincerely. “Someone really amazing must live here.”

Terry chuckled. “You think this is good, you should see the shower.”

“Why?” he asked. “What’s in the shower?”

Terry laughed wickedly. “Me. Naked. It’ll be great. C’mon!”

He ran out of the room, stripping his clothes, and Mason followed him, feeling strangely shy. Terry already had the water on when Mason got to the bathroom—decorated sweetly in seafoam green—and he looked at Mason in surprise as he began to undress with reluctance.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, stepping into Mason’s space. “Don’t you want to?”

Oh God—Mason had never wanted sex more.

“You… you cleaned house and… and decorated and….” Mason looked around. “What if I don’t measure up?” he asked, throat swollen. “You… this is a commitment. You promised. I can’t do this and walk away again.”

“Sh.” Terry cupped Mason’s face in his hands. “C’mon, Mace. We’ll get clean and it’ll be like we’re brand-new. I promise.”

Mason nodded and allowed Terry to help him off with his socks and his uniform, rolling the Under Armour tightly down his sweaty thighs.

The water ran down his back, just warm enough not to hurt, and Terry’s hands rubbing his chest, his shoulders, his waist and thighs, all of it helped to ground him, helped to ease that painful feeling of unreality.

That terror still possessed him, the fear that he’d wake up and this would be all gone—he’d be back to missing Terry, and Terry would be asking for another six months, another year, to get his shit together and figure out what his life was.

Terry caught his face then, the water beating down on both of them, and made Mason look him in the eyes.

“I promise,” he said fiercely.

“Jesus, Terry,” he said, feeling it in the pit of his groin. He wouldn’t get over this if it went away again. “You’d better.”

“I promise,” Terry whispered again, pulling Mason in for a kiss. And another. And another. This time they didn’t have to stop.

This time they didn’t.

Terry remembered to turn off the water, but Mason grabbed the towels, wiping them both off roughly while the kiss went on. Terry walked him out the bathroom door into the bedroom, and Mason pulled the comforter down behind him as Terry pushed him into the mattress.

Their bodies, naked, cooling in the air-conditioning, became a real thing, and Terry’s nibbles down Mason’s chest, his pulls on Mason’s nipples, shocked Mason into the here and now and the very real sex they were going to have to consummate their very real relationship.

Terry kept going, mouth headed for Mason’s cock, and Mason grasped the comforter to keep from flailing. Oh! Everything was so sensitized, so open to Terry’s touch. Terry pulled Mason’s cock into his mouth, tongue flirting with the bell, with the slit, with the taut cord of flesh that drove Mason the most insane. Mason pulled both feet up to the bed and braced them against the mattress so he could thrust slowly as Terry squeezed his length.

“Wider,” Terry murmured before torturing him with a lick. “I’m gonna fingerfuck ya, ’kay? Get you ready?”

Mason gasped at what that meant just as Terry was thrusting two lubed fingers into his backside. “Oh wow… you’re gonna… why’re you gonna….”

Terry sucked his cock for a moment while his two fingers penetrated, spread, stretched, and prepared him for what was to come.

“Because,” Terry gasped, pulling his head up to look Mason in the eyes. “Because you’ll believe me when I’m inside you. You’ll believe I’m never letting you go.”

Mason let his knees fall open as Terry positioned himself, hard and dripping already, in the spread of Mason’s thighs.

“You ready?” he asked, pushing just enough.

“Yeah,” Mason whispered, reaching up to stroke his taut stomach. “I’ve been ready for you since before you were born.”

Terry grinned. “You horny little bastard!” And then he thrust in.