Chase lifted his arms and reached back, grabbing around the tree as Mason took him. His cock bounced against his abs, and Mason’s gaze was right on it as strings of pre-cum spilled out.
“That’s right. That’s it,” Mason said before his lips smashed down on Chase’s.
Between the powerful thrusts Mason offered and the way he had him in the air, totally within his control, it was too arousing for Chase to hang on anymore.
“I’m gonna come, Mason,” he said, breaking their kiss to warn him.
“I know.”
And Mason drove in sharply, hitting his prostate in a way that made Chase’s cum shoot across his own stomach in warm white strands.
He shouted out his excitement, and Mason continued fucking him until he grunted, saying with his lips against Chase’s face, “My turn.”
He released a guttural cry as he shot his own load.
Chase could tell by the way he thrust and the quivering expression on Mason’s face that he’d reached the end, and the only regret Chase felt was knowing his load wasn’t inside him—the barrier that remained between them. Still, it was a deeply satisfying experience, so much more than he could have hoped for, and as Mason pressed up against him, keeping him in the air and against the tree, Chase didn’t want to leave the moment.
He was running on a high. Though he knew there was so much to be concerned about, he couldn’t reach those worried thoughts, because all he could do was feel the bliss of that moment… with Mason.
AFTER THEIR FUCK IN THE WOODS,CHASE ANDMASON SLIPPEDback to the dairy, finished their work, and ate dinner with the family. They kept their distance until everyone went to bed, then showered off before sneaking into Mason’s room, where they fucked again.
Mason couldn’t keep his hands off Chase—and he didn’t want to, not after he’d had a taste of him again.
And when they finished, they breathed together, Chase on top of Mason, as in sync in that moment as they had been each time they’d fucked.
Mason remained perfectly still, though. He didn’t want to upset anything or make a wrong move that could strip him of such a perfect moment.
Chase stirred and shifted his gaze to look into Mason’s eyes.
Mason smiled before asking, “What are you looking at?”
“Your pretty face,” Chase said before rolling off Mason and grabbing Mason’s phone off the nightstand. He hit the button on the side. “Three hours until we have to be up again,” he groaned.
Mason chuckled. “Guess it’s easy to forget about time when you’re having so much fun.”
“It really is,” Chase agreed, setting Mason’s phone back on the nightstand.
Chase lay alongside Mason and relaxed his arm on him.
“How can such a crap idea feel this good?” Chase asked.
“Hasn’t felt like a bad idea to me.”
“That’s the problem. I’m just worried that all of this is confusing things even more. Because trust me, it’s already confusing as fuck, but I’m just having a hard time resisting you.”
“About damn time,” Mason teased, which earned a smile. “I’m just glad we talked about it. Finally. After so fucking long. It was a conversation we needed to have. I just… I don’t think I was ever ready for it before. I was so fucking mad, and some part of me was just pissed at how you left. But no, I really understand what you mean. That it couldn’t have been easy for you to do.”
“I’m relieved we talked about it, too. It was long overdue. And that’s my fault too. I just felt like you must still hate me after all these years.”
“I could never hate you, Chase. I meant what I said earlier today. I’m not expecting this to be more than it is. We haven’t seen each other in so long. I want you back in my life, in whatever way I can have you.”
“I’ve missed you.” Chase’s chin quivered as he spoke.
“I’ve missed you more. Having sex with you. Having you beside me in bed. Having you in my life. You were my world, and to have so many years where I didn’t even feel like I could reach out to you when I was hurt or angry or frustrated, it was harder than I ever could have imagined it could have been.”
“It’s been a long time. Too long. We’re not twenty anymore, and we don’t really know each other. That’s what happens when you stop talking to someone. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me.”
Mason stroked his thumb across Chase’s face, still recognizing him as the same boy from back then. Older now, more mature, but just as beautiful as he ever was. “Are you so different?”
