After they returned to the house that night, Mason was concerned that Chase wouldn't want to keep up what they were doing, his nightly visits to Mason’s room.
But he waited, hoping and praying.
He was amazed at how nervous he could be.
After hearing Chase’s door close down the hall, he’d given up.
He felt like he needed to give Chase space. But they didn’t have much time left, and he wanted to savor every moment that he could. He didn’t want it to be over. Just a little more… but he knew that was a lie. He wanted so much more.
The creak of Chase’s door made him hop up from his bed.
A soft knock rapped at the door, and when Mason opened it, Chase slipped in, closing it quickly behind him.
Chase’s damp hair clung to his forehead. He wore a white tee and boxers.
“I was worried you weren’t going to come tonight,” Mason said, his words desperate and filled with need.
“I almost didn’t. But I figured you would have just come to my room, and then I would have let you do whatever to me anyway.”
“You’re damned right I would have come to your room. I would have broken down the door if I had to.”
“Somehow I actually believe that. I just didn’t feel like it was right for me to be as mad as I was earlier. I don’t know. It kind of freaks me out a little. It doesn’t make you feel weird knowing that I got so worked up about that?”
Mason shook his head. “No, it just makes you human. I told you, I’ve gotten the same way. Some nights, I would just sit around, knowing you were with him… Tristan… imagining you in his arms, smiling the way you would with me, letting him touch you the way you let me touch you. God, I would make myself so angry, angrier than I had any right to be, but angry just the same.”
“No one’s ever touched me the way you touch me, Mason. You can’t force the kind of thing that we have, and I’m not naïve enough to believe that. Not anymore, at least.”
“I think we’ve both had to learn the hard way that chemistry just happens, and for whatever reason, ours is just right.”
“Is it horrible that all I want to hear is that no one was ever better than me?” Chase asked. “Because no one was ever better than you, Mason. And honestly, I’d rather you just lie and tell me the same was true for you even if it wasn’t.”
He didn’t look Mason in the eyes as he spoke, so Mason grabbed his chin and forced him to.
“Look at me, Chase. My beautiful, amazing Chase.” He could feel Chase resisting, trying to turn away, but he held his head still. “Look me in the eyes because you know me well enough to know when I’m lying. Because you can see the truth when I say it. No one has ever done for me what you have. No one has ever made me so rock-hard. No one has ever made me come the way you have. Or feel that rush I get when it’s just our bodies together. I always knew it, but I know it more now, feeling that energy like it’s even more powerful now than ever before. Like I’ve been starving this past decade and finally get to have a meal. And it’s more than this body. It’s getting to look into those beautiful eyes. It’s getting to see the person who I know is in there—the boy I remember, and knowing he’s become the man he wants to be. A man I’m so fucking proud of. No, Chase, no one’s ever worked me up the way you have. Others have been sparks, but you’re a fucking inferno.”
With that, he took what was his, kissing him, feeling that energy between them ignite the way it always did.
Mason grabbed Chase’s shirt and pulled it up forcefully.
They had to force their lips apart long enough for him to get it off, but just as soon as they did, they were together again.
Kissing, groping, caressing.
None of it was enough for Mason. He needed so much more of Chase than he could offer in that moment.
He needed to be totally one with him.
He squatted down and hooked an arm behind his legs, pulling them out from under him as he kept an arm behind his back, hoisting him into the air. He carried him to the bed, kissing him as he laid him across the sheets, ready to give him his everything—his body, his affection, his love. It was all at Chase’s disposal, and that night, he could feel Chase's eager reception of it with each kiss, as if he needed Mason to validate the words he spoke—how he was the only one he could ever have that explosive chemistry with.
“You're so beautiful, Chase,” Mason whispered as he kissed down Chase's body.
He grabbed the sides of his boxers and pulled them off as quickly as he could manage. Once he removed them, he leaned down and licked Chase’s balls, swapping between either one. Then he grabbed Chase's fully erect cock and angled it toward him before sliding it between his lips.
“Mason, you really are the only one who knows how to get to me like this.”
Mason pulled Chase's cock out of his mouth and licked his forefinger and middle finger before pushing them into him as he took his cock in his mouth again.
Chase twisted on the mattress. “Oh God,” he whispered.
