Chase laughed. “Right?! It’s a great way to live, though. I’m close to everything, and it’s not like I have a yard to take care of or anything, so I don’t even have to think about that.”
“Yeah. I’d say I have a whole lot of yard to take care of.”
Chase pulled into the parking garage and led Mason up to his unit.
He nervously opened the door. His place was so different compared to the Chase who Mason had known. As Mason glanced around, Chase could tell by the surprised expression on his face that he was totally thrown.
It was a contemporary industrial look—lots of blacks, grays, and whites—decked out in artwork and various pieces of décor that Chase had purchased when he bought the unit.
“This place looks like it belongs in a magazine,” Mason said.
“I’m a little more into design than I was back in the day.”
“Clearly.” But Mason didn’t say that like it was a good thing—more like he was stunned to see that side of him.
“I knew you’d say something.”
“It looks great.”
But as Mason turned to him, he could see the apprehension in his expression. Like he was wondering if Chase was still the man he fell in love with all those years earlier.
Chase wasn’t all that sure he was.
“It’s really cool,” Mason said. “It’s just… weird, because I have this one version of you in my head, but I want to get to know you—who you are now. And I sure as fuck would rather find you living here than in some run-down apartment.”
“James was an interior designer, so I kind of picked up a few things here and there from him. I didn’t really realize how much I enjoyed it until I started getting into it myself.”
“It looks… amazing. And you deserve a nice place.”
Chase forced a smile, but sincere as Mason’s words sounded, he could sense some deep-seated discomfort—disapproval, even.
Mason moved toward him. He hooked an arm around him and pulled him close to his body so their torsos touched.
“You look upset.”
“I just know you’re judging me like you did with the clothes.”
“I’m adjusting. You think me being surprised by your place is going to keep my dick from getting hard?”
But with their bodies pressed together, Chase could tell that wasn’t the case, and even if Mason’s stiff erection hadn’t been pushing up against him, he knew better than to think Mason’s judgment could stand in the way of what they could work up in the bedroom.
“Come on,” Mason whispered so that his breath rushed against Chase’s lips. “This is supposed to be a relaxing vacation for me. No weird awkwardness between us, okay? We’ve had too much of that already.”
He kissed Chase, and Chase kissed him back, appreciating the sensations that raced through him as much as he had in the car, but that time, so much more, because he knew they were alone and could do whatever they wanted.
Mason pushed Chase back against the wall, his body tight against him. He ran his thumb across Chase’s cheek. “Now, I think it’s time we start acting out some of those things we talked about when we were FaceTiming.”
Chase’s balls ached, and he knew he was going to be leaking in no time.
It’d been too long since he’d had all his sexual impulses and desires satisfied by the man who knew him best—the man who could lick his nipples just right, suck his dick better than anyone else knew how.
Mason pulled away, taking a breath. “That's what I've been missing.”
He glanced down at the bulge in his jeans. Chase ran his thumb up along it. He wanted to give Mason his everything, to share those erotic experiences like the ones they’d shared on the dairy.
“What are you waiting for?” Chase asked.
“I'm waiting for you to beg for it.”
