The mattress slid and tilted before the side of it hit the floor, but Mason didn't leave Chase nor let his dick come out of him. He just clung on to his guy, holding him there as they lay stretched out, angled down, kissing with their arms wrapped around one another, holding on desperately as they both fell from the high of the experience.
They held each other close for a while before they decided it was time to fix the bed. They repositioned the mattress on the box spring and made the bed before lying under the sheets together, unable to keep their hands and mouths away from each other. The night was spent like it had been when they were teens—like they had the past few nights. Taking breaks just long enough to get hard again and have another go. They fucked and fucked until they didn’t think they could fuck again. And then they did anyway.
When they finally had a moment to take a breath, Chase spread out on top of Mason.
Drops of sweat slid off Chase’s hair and landed on Mason’s chest, and he was glad to have it on him. He felt like he’d earned that sweat by working Chase’s body out to the max.
“I hope you’re not planning on sleeping tonight,” Mason said.
“Oh, really? And why is that?”
“Because I’m not done with you, and you leave in two days, so I want to make sure we’ve taken advantage of the time we have left together.”
Chase scooted back and rested on his elbow, propping himself so he could look into Mason’s eyes.
“Sucks that we have to end this, doesn't it?” Chase asked.
“I think the problem is that there's not enough sucking that's going to be going on after you leave.”
Chase chuckled, but there was a sort of sadness to his expression. “It was too quick.”
“Yes, it was.”
“Please call me.”
“What?”
“This has been really nice,” Chase said, “and it's actually been a relief being able to do this and both of us realizing what this is and that we have to leave it here, but I don't want it to end up becoming what it was last time. I don't want to go long periods without talking to you. I want you in my life still, Mason, in whatever way we can make that happen, if that's okay with you.”
“I obviously want you in my life too, Chase. I still care about you, and I think this trip was really good for us.”
“Me too. Just don't let it end up like it did before. I get that we both have lives, but it won't kill us to chat every once in a while or send a fucking text.”
“Oh, and you want me to text you? God, you're awfully needy, Chase.”
“Shut up,” Chase said, nudging him with his shoulder.
“No. I promise I'll keep in touch with you.”
Chase smiled, but Mason could still see the discomfort in his expression. He wondered if Chase had the same thought as he did after he said he promised, that they'd made promises before that they hadn't kept. He wondered if Chase even thought about their marriage as much as he did.
Chase grabbed Mason's phone off the nightstand and checked the time. “We've got about an hour before you have to get out and start milking,” Chase said.
Mason rolled over, swapping places with Chase swiftly, so swiftly that Chase's expression was clearly startled by the movement. Mason leaned close to him and whispered, “I think there’s some milking I have to take care of right here first.” Chase laughed as Mason kissed his way down Chase's body.
CHASE SAT IN A CHAIR BESIDE THE DESK INMASON’S BEDROOM.
“No, you have to make the bottom numbers match,” Chase explained as he pointed to the problem in Mason’s math book.
“Why?”
“Because that’s how you do it. Don’t ask questions. Just listen to me, and I’ll show you. The more you do it, the more you’ll understand it, okay?”
It’d been over four months since Chase had started working on the dairy, and he was enjoying not just getting to help out, but also spending time with Mason, even if he was frustrated with how bad the guy was at math. Although, even the moments of frustration were fun when they were with Mason. It was nice having a friend.
Chase moved his chair a little closer because he didn’t like it when they sat too far apart.
Mason eyed him uneasily.
