Mason massaged his fingers against Chase’s sides, and Chase enjoyed the sensation of Mason’s hands against him, working like he was trying to familiarize himself with how his body had changed since he’d last spent the night with him.
“We can only do this tonight,” Chase whispered, since he felt like he needed to draw a line—any line—but as soon as he saw Mason’s expression shift from playful to serious, he wished he hadn’t said it.
“I’ll take what I can get,” Mason replied, not sounding sad, but satisfied.
Mason kissed Chase’s abs, making his way up his body as Chase arched his back, enjoying those feelings Mason was so good at stimulating.
When their lips met, they shared a wet kiss before Mason nipped at Chase’s lip, then he pulled away and gazed down at him like he was gauging Chase’s reaction to see if he enjoyed it.
Chase lunged at him and nipped right back. He pushed against Mason’s shoulder and guided him onto his back so that he wound up on top, only ceasing their kisses during brief moments as they repositioned.
Chase felt empty.
He wanted Mason inside him.
So bad.
He’d spent so many nights dreaming about being filled with him again, about feeling that girth pushing into him as Mason showered him with affection and appreciation. But as soon as he grabbed Mason’s cock, he remembered that things weren’t the way they used to be.
“Condoms?” he asked.
“Nightstand drawer.”
Mason said it as though he had something to feel guilty about—as though all those years, he’d been cheating on him with other men. They weren’t a couple when he was with those guys, so it shouldn’t have mattered to Chase as much as it did, and even though he had done the same thing with other men after their split, he couldn’t help but feel jealous. He just had to remind himself Mason wasn’t his anymore—something he reminded himself of as he did his best to stifle the tears that formed in his eyes. Fortunately, it was the perfect opportunity while he fetched condoms and lube from the nightstand.
He suited and lubed Mason up, and as he kissed him, he anticipated having Mason’s dick back inside him.
That would make everything better. Of course, he knew it wasn’t true, but he pushed all his skepticism to the back of his mind as he caved to his lust, his desire—his Mason.
* * *
Of course he’s been with other guys, Mason thought as he reminded himself of how many years had passed since they’d spent a night together. Still, it didn’t quiet the rage within him—rage that was always there whenever he envisioned the sorts of guys his husband was hooking up with.
But again, he reminded himself that, for a long time, Chase hadn’t been legally married until the Supreme Court determined the fate of marriage.
He didn’t have a right to be upset. He knew that. He didn’t have control over Chase’s body any more than Chase had control over his.
Still, he couldn’t dull the pain of the knot twisting in his chest.
He kissed Chase anyway, working to lose himself in the opportunity to share an incredible night with the only man he’d ever loved.
The only man he believed he ever could love.
Chase crawled over Mason. He collected some more lube from the bottle and slid his fingers inside himself. His eyes were filled with hunger—like he needed Mason to fulfill all those sexual needs—the ones that had been so intense when they were teens, the ones they had worked through together, growing closer and closer as they spent some nights coming to the point where they couldn’t physically bring themselves to do it again, to where they were so exhausted that all they could do was hold each other and offer kisses of appreciation for the satisfaction they’d given one another.
Chase straddled Mason and slid his girth within him, moving slowly—that hole just as tight as Mason remembered.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and Mason appreciated the expression on Chase’s face as he let him in, giving himself a piece of him that he’d missed so much.
Relief washed through him with each inch as he pushed in. His hips jerked forward, some innate impulse, some part of him that just wanted to be fully inside Chase and giving him that pleasure, making Chase moan and roll his eyes as he made all those sounds that were like music to Mason’s ears.
Chase rolled his head back and then gazed down at Mason, looking him directly in the eyes—eyes that left Mason wanting even more. He tilted his head back again and moaned.
“You feel so good,” Chase whispered.
Mason massaged his fingers against Chase’s hips. He was playing with fire, and he was going to get burned when it all came to an end the next day.
But Mason didn’t care.
