He couldn’t.
“We’ll play it by ear,” was all Chase was willing to concede, even though the offer was tempting, because he knew that moment wasn’t the time to make a decision like that.
“How about I play with your cock and let him decide?”
He took Chase’s dick into his mouth, and Chase didn’t resist. He wanted this, and since he knew Mason still wanted it too, he surrendered to the impulses within him that left him wanting to continue enjoying what they shared.
He deserved some pleasure in his life. He wanted to take a trip back to all those things he’d been missing in his life since he walked away from Mason.
CHASE STOOD ATMASON’S SIDE AS THEY WIPED THEIR BRUSHESup and down the side of the shed.
It’d been a few months since Chase had started helping out, and he enjoyed the work as well as the fun he got to have just by being around Mason. As part of their daily chores, Mrs. Finley had instructed them to paint the shed, and they were just beginning when Mason said, “Ma and Pa weren’t too happy about this math test I brought home the other day.”
Chase found it an odd thing to bring up, considering they’d just been discussing Pokémon. “You bad at numbers?”
“Not great. You good with fractions? That’s what I can’t figure out.”
“I’m real good with fractions. Although, you’ll have to trust me on that. I’m not doing that great in math right now either.”
“Why?” asked Mason.
“Don’t do the homework.”
“Why not?”
“It’s boring. Like learning your letters over and over again every day. What’s the point?”
“Well, if I don’t make better grades, Ma and Pa won’t let me go out for the baseball team again next year,” Mason explained.
“My mom and dad aren’t like that. They want me to make good grades, but they don’t fuss at me about homework.”
“I figure I wouldn’t do mine either if it weren’t for Ma and Pa bugging me about it. But you say you’re good?”
“Real good,” Chase insisted. “I’ll show ya, and you can see.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t be weird or nothin’ about it.” Chase dipped his brush in the paint can on the ground between them. As he knelt, so did Mason, who was evidently going for more himself. Mason’s brush ran across Chase’s arm.
“Hey!” Chase exclaimed.
“Sorry.”
Chase swiped his brush across Mason’s arm, but since his had more paint on it, he left a much bigger spot than Mason had.
“Hey!” Mason shouted, but he smiled, clearly taking it in the playful way that Chase had intended.
He ran his brush across Chase’s cheek, and Chase laughed before swatting his brush at Mason and getting a glop on his shirt.
Mason dropped down and got some more paint.
Chase knew their paint fight wasn’t going to end well. He turned and dashed across the yard.
“No, no, no!” he shouted as Mason raced after him. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!”
As he looked back, he saw Mason smiling brightly as he chased him around the shed, but as Chase started to get away, Mason redirected, winding back around the shed in the opposite direction. Chase went the opposite direction as well. But as he did, Mason reappeared, coming after him.
He’d faked him out.
