“No. I got really into the movies. And there was this Amy Winehouse documentary—”
“You watched an Amy Winehouse documentary?”
“It was actually incredibly interesting.”
Chase laughed. “Well, then I better get some food in this belly. Maybe hit upBeverly Hillshousewife Lisa Vanderpump’s restaurant.”
“Are you serious? Because I actually really wanted to go to Pump, but I was afraid of saying anything.”
“You know the name of the restaurant?”
“Don’t doubt my appreciation of Lisa Vanderpump.”
Chase couldn’t stop chuckling. “Oh my God. If you’re this obsessed, then of course I’m going to take you there. Hell, if I don’t, you’re going to think I’m a terrible host.”
“You’ve been a fairly accommodating host so far,” Mason assured him with a grin.
“I plan on hosting you a few times while you’re here.”
“I like the sound of that,” Mason said, followed immediately with a growl and a kiss. “I hope you don’t have to work too much.”
“Just one day and then I’ll have to do some stuff from here, but I’ve made sure to tell everyone to leave me the fuck alone this week.”
“Good. I want you all to myself.”
They kissed again, and Chase could tell by the way Mason’s dick hardened against his leg that it might be a while before they were able to force themselves out of the condo.
IT TOOK TWO DAYS FOR THEM TO PRY THEIR GREEDY HANDSaway from each other.
Mason didn’t mind, though.
After eating at his guilty pleasure destination restaurant, he was fine with sticking close to his husband. He wanted to explore Chase’s body more than he wanted to explore LA. Not that he wasn’t curious, but if he had to choose between the two, he’d pick Chase any day. They’d played around, and Chase had even let Mason assault him with his favorite clips from different cycles ofANTMon top of going back and re-watching some of their favorite moments fromThe Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.
On Friday, Chase showed Mason around town. They went to the Grauman's Chinese Theatre, the Hollywood Strip, and the final destination for the afternoon: the beach. In swimming trunks they’d changed into before heading over, they spread their towels across the sand. They were surrounded by hot bodies—girls with slim waists in bikinis and guys with impressive washboard abs and thick arms lounged around on their own towels and in chairs.
Mason pulled a bottle of sunscreen out of his bag. “You know the drill.”
“If you insist.” Chase pulled off his own shirt and let Mason lather him up.
Mason took his time, massaging every muscle in his back before moving on to his front. He didn’t act shy or subtle about wanting to touch Chase all over. It should have been enough that he’d gotten to feel those muscles with his hands and mouth over the past few days, but it wasn’t. It never was.
When he finished, Chase did the same for him, taking extra good care of his back before they stretched out across their towels.
Mason rolled toward Chase, whose abs glistened in the sunlight. Chase noticed where Mason was looking. “This is why I can’t eat biscuits anymore.”
“I mean, you’re hot now, but you were hot before. And I’m pretty sure if you ate biscuits every day, I’d still think you were hot as fuck.”
“Anyway, speaking of food,” Chase said, clearly not wanting to talk about his appearance anymore, “what do you want to do tonight? There’s this really good Mexican restaurant on Wilshire I was thinking about taking you to.”
His sunglasses prevented Mason from seeing his eyes—something that annoyed Mason because when he looked him in the eyes, that was when he felt like he could see Chase—the real Chase, the Chase he’d fallen in love with.
“Like a date? Do you think we've come that far in our relationship?”
“Yeah, a date. And then I was thinking we could hit up some of the gay bars. We've got the Abbey, Rage, Mickey's. It'll be a lot of fun. How many gay bars have you been to?”
“The ones in Atlanta. That’s where I met Brody, actually.”
Chase’s lips twisted into a frown. “I never really had a chance to go to the gay bars in Atlanta. You’ll have to take me sometime.”
