“No,” Chase ordered. “I want you like this.”
Mason gazed down at him, his expression filled with curiosity and intrigue.
“Like the good old days. Before we had lube.”
Mason's eyes widened, his mouth hung open.
Chase could see his hunger and desire for the same thing, though. He knew he needed it like that just as badly.
Mason spit into his palm and lathered his saliva across his dick. He offered a few more spits while Chase pulled his legs up, surrendering his ass to him. Mason crawled to him and took his time entering, allowing Chase some time to adjust, offering more spit when he needed to.
One of the reasons Chase had wanted it like that was because it reminded him of how much Mason cared about him—how he listened to his body and protected him, keeping him safe from harm. And he did it all without talking, just with his movements, in the care he took, in how he moved with caution. He knew when he could push farther in a way that offered Chase’s body so much satisfaction.
When Mason managed to get deep within him, Chase felt the first push of the head of his dick against his prostate, and he couldn't help but call out.
Mason's hand clamped down over Chase's mouth.
They looked to each other, wide-eyed and uneasy.
Mason pulled his hand away, but Chase said, “Put it back. I don't think I'm gonna be able to keep from calling out tonight. I need to. I want to let loose. I trust you, Mason, and if things get too rough, I certainly haven't forgotten the safety signals.”
Mason grinned and put his hand back over Chase's mouth before thrusting once again.
Chase rolled his head about on the pillow, and Mason's hand remained firmly placed over his mouth, keeping Chase quiet as he enjoyed all the sensations that pooled through his body.
“God, you feel so good,” Mason told him. “So tight. Feels so much better like this, feeling inside you, knowing that I get to spooge up in you.” That's what Chase wanted so fucking bad, and each push reminded him that they were that much closer to fulfilling that fantasy. Mason shifted into various positions, positions Chase was very familiar with, the ones they'd enjoyed most. Chase was crouched against the headboard, his elbow on top of it as Mason took him from behind, his hot breath rushing against Chase's ear and his hand still over his mouth.
“I'm getting close. So fucking close,” Mason moaned, and Chase pulled away from his hand. “No, I need to see you. I need to see you when you come in me.”
Mason pulled out. It was a sensation that left Chase feeling empty, almost worried. He knew Mason would fulfill his desire, but he didn't like not having him inside. It was a horrible feeling, especially when he'd known he hadn't satisfied Mason yet.
Mason grabbed him by the thigh and flipped him onto his back. Without hesitation, he pushed his way back in. Chase opened his mouth. His head kicked back as he gasped quietly. Mason grabbed Chase’s cock and stroked it.
Chase snatched him by the wrist. “I can't. I'm too close. I'm too…”
It was too late. The cum soared from his cock and sprayed across his body.
Mason grunted a familiar grunt as his body twisted, convulsed, his thick muscles shifting about before his body came crashing down against him, his hips continuing to move in powerful, quick thrusts.
“Oh, God,” Mason groaned, and Chase knew it was done. He was filled with Mason, his husband.
He was so intoxicated from the pleasure that he didn’t mind living in a fantasy where everything was right and they were together. They were one, just as they had been so many other times in their lives.
He surrendered to the dream. He reveled in it just as much as he reveled in the feeling of having Mason inside him. Relief pooled through his body, granting him a high so much more profound than his orgasm. It felt good to tear away that last boundary, to be with each other. Nothing blocking them, nothing preventing them from sharing everything that they wanted or from Chase receiving exactly what he needed from Mason.
As Mason leaned back, propping himself on his forearms, sweat dripped from his hair onto Chase’s face.
“Well, there we go,” Mason said as he smiled a cocked smile.
It was clear he felt proud of himself, and he deserved to as he had Chase beneath him, his muscles still spasming from the intensity of their fuck.
* * *
The next few days were hectic and filled with the stresses Chase had anticipated.
It was a fucking wedding, after all, and he’d been involved in enough of them over the years—his own included—to know that tension, stress, and chaos were to be expected.
The weekend before the wedding, Chase and Mason divided and conquered, Mason going with Jasper to his bachelor party while Chase accompanied Emery and her friends to her bachelorette party. That was the last hangover either of them got to experience before their lives became all about Mason keeping on top of dairy responsibilities while Chase handled an endless number of errands, which were made ever-confusing by Emery’s bestie and maid of honor, Tessa. She’d been nice when he’d first arrived, but Chase quickly discovered she didn’t have much patience, something necessary when there were so many balls to juggle.
