Mason
I squinted at the ceiling in the dimly lit room, trying to gauge the amount of pain I would be in when the alcohol dissipated from my system. Cool air circulated as the ambient light from the city below cast shadows around the room. The memory of last night and all the things I’d said to Thomas were etched into my brain. He was still beside me. I could feel his heat and smell his cologne. Over the last year, my senses had grown a new awareness of him. No longer did I have to look. I just knew he was there.
Stretching my arms to the side, I reached for the man next to me. If he rebuffed me, I would save face and blame it on the alcohol. He’d taken care of me earlier in the night, and now that I surprisingly felt more like myself, I needed to thank him.
I didn’t remember getting under the covers or stripping off my clothes. Tangled in the sheets, I shifted to my side. I hadn’t expected him to be awake, but when I met his grey eyes, he smiled adoringly and spoke softly. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” I sighed, releasing a held breath. “Thanks to you.”
Pulling the covers back, he moved across the sheets, bringing his naked body against mine. My heart raced as his hand cupped my face. I leaned into his touch as he pressed his foreheadagainst mine, but held me in place. “I hoped you’d wake up soon.”
His hands slid around my waist and over my naked ass. Thomas squeezed my right cheek while his fingertips brushed lightly along my crease, making me yearn for more. “Baby,” I pleaded. “Please, I need you.”
Thomas took my mouth as he pressed his middle finger lightly against my rim. Pulling back, he kissed his way down my jaw and neck. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”
My eyes rolled back in my head as I savored the words I’d longed to hear from him for so long. “Yes,” I hissed. “Always. Whatever you need.”
Crawling over my naked body, I went to my back as he kissed a trail down my chest, and over each nipple. My body came alive as nerve endings sang in pleasure. Holding on for dear life, I ran my fingers through his hair to tether me to him. As he moved lower, he took the head of my cock into his mouth. His warmth wrapped around me as I got lost in his attention. I’d ached for this with him. Only him.
When words could form, I breathed out a shaky statement. “I didn’t think you wanted this.” I panted roughly as my spine tingled, nearing my climax.
Thomas popped off my cock, then licked a trail from my balls to the tip. When his eyes locked on mine, his words echoed through the hollow cavern of my heart. “I was trying to be a good friend. But I can’t hold back anymore. I need to make you mine. Only mine.”
“Yes. Please.” My eyes fluttered closed as Thomas went back to working me over. Time passed in the blink of an eye as I got lost again.
“I’m gonna take you, baby. Just relax and let me in.” Lifting my legs to position himself at my hole, the heat from his pre-cum contrasted with the cold air in the room as my heart calledout to his. I’d never been more grateful for the self-exploration I’d done. I knew what I liked, and Thomas was doing it all. “I’m gonna mark you inside and out,” he said. “You’ll take it all from Daddy when I bury myself so deep that you don’t know where you end and I begin.”
Delirious with excitement, I couldn’t wait. “Yes, yes,” I moaned. “Make me yours.”
He pressed forward, patiently taking his time to slip inside me easily. His head fell back as he gripped the headboard over my head with one hand. His muscles flexed as I trailed my fingertips over his hairy chest, then gripped his hips. He was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. I closed my eyes, wanting to feel it all when he leaned down to my ear. “Mason,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, loving the rasp of his stubble along my face, as he started to move.
“Mason,” he called. “Mason, are you okay? Are you in pain?”
My head flipped from side to side as the pleasure consumed me. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your boy.”
I was about to cum, and I needed to grab my cock. As I reached for it, a sharp pain throbbed through my skull, making me groan. As I tried to shake it off, a cool cloth wiped across my face. My eyes flew open as my brows drew together in confusion.
“Are you okay?” Thomas asked, looming above me. His gray eyes were full of concern. “Are you going to be sick?”
I blinked a few times as sweat beaded down my face. I took in his body, no longer naked. But neither was I. “Why… how…” I shook my head. “How did you get dressed so fast?”
Thomas frowned as he gently dabbed at my face. “Um, I never got undressed. Do you need anything?”
As my eyes took in the room, reality set in, and a wave of sadness took over. It hadn’t been real. He hadn’t wanted to claim me.
“Mason?” he whispered, probably confused by the reaction.
Trying to erase the sadness from my face, I peered at him for a moment. “No. I’m fine, Thomas. Just need to sleep.”
His brows stayed furrowed as I turned my back on him and closed my eyes. The tears I tried to suppress trailed onto the pillow. Pushing the disappointing grief down, I tried to lose myself once again in sleep.
When I woke up, the dull ache throbbing with every heartbeat was enough for me to swear off alcohol permanently. I thought I could sleep it off, but obviously I was wrong. My best bet was to lie still until it passed, but I couldn’t get comfortable. The pillow was harder than I remembered, and it smelled like... Thomas.
The deep snicker from my human pillow sent another round of mortification through me. With every movement, my head throbbed a little more. “You finally awake, Champ? You had a hell of a dream last night.” Maybe if I didn’t answer, he’d assume I was still asleep. But I should have known better. There was no getting anything over on him. “I know you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
Thomas’s fingers gently massaged my scalp, helping dull the headache. It was difficult to form words, other than a groan of pain. “Hmm?” I asked sleepily. “How…where…”
