Page 50 of Possession

“That’s the problem,” Ollie said, like that made any sense at all. “Six rarely lets me drink at all, so anytime I indulge a little? Instant hangover.”

“It’s almost like we’re almost thirty,” Vinnie said snarkily.

“You bite your tongue!” Ollie said. “I’m two whole years younger than you two. I’m still in the prime of my twenties.”

Mason shook his head at the both of them, then remembering the horror he’d woken up to that morning, hepointed an accusing finger at Ollie. “That fucked-up meme you sent me has ruined my childhood!”

“He didn’t just send it to you,” Vinnie reminded him. “I’m pretty sure he traumatized poor Emmett.”

Six appeared behind Ollie like a phantom, firm frown on his face. “What did you do?”

Ollie whirled around, the picture of innocence. “Nothing, it was just a meme. They’re being babies.”

Vinnie snorted, doing a couple more bicep curls as Mason gaped at him and said, “It was horrifying, and you should be ashamed.”

Ollie glanced at him over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out.

“Ollie, what did it say?”

Shoulders crumpling, Ollie turned back to his daddy and said, “I swear it wasn’t that bad. It was just a picture of a flesh-colored dildo with the word ‘Andy’ written on the suction part.”

“And?” Vinnie said, setting down his barbell. “Say the bad part out loud, Ollie.”

Grunting in annoyance, Ollie threw up his hands. “Okay, theNwas written backwards.”

Six looked confused, his stern face scrunching as he tried to figure out the significance.

“You know,” Mason said helpfully, “Like it was on the feet of Woody and Buzz onToy Story.”

Recognition dawned on his face, and he turned a look on Ollie. “You sent that to Emmett too?”

Ollie rolled his eyes. “He might be a little, but he’s notactuallya child. He can handle a sex joke or two. Besides, Andy had a toy named Buzz as a child. Did we really think he wouldn’t grow up to enjoy adult toys too?”

“You are terrible,” Mason said, laughing and returning to the bench where he’d been sitting to do his own bicep curls.

“Agreed, I think this calls for a punishment later,” Six said in a low voice.

Oliver shivered and leaned against his chest. “Promise?”

“Such a brat,” Six said, but it was said with such fondness Mason’s chest ached a little.

That, right there, that was what he wanted. Someone who fulfilled every want and need, who had no issue possessing him, owning him, taking him all the way up, and then bringing him back down safely to Earth. He didn’t want to be jealous of his best friend anymore. He just wanted what he had with someone a little less scary than Six.

Water beat down on his back, but he barely even noticed, surging up onto the balls of his feet to connect his mouth with Vinnie’s.

“Missed you so much,” he mumbled against his lips.

Vinnie wrapped his arms around him, kissing him back with equal passion and desire. “Missed you too, Mase. Sorry I tried to ruin things.”

Mason shushed him, gently touching the back of his head and neck and shoulders, getting in as many small touches as he could to try and fill the space left in his chest over the last few weeks.

“It’s okay. When you’re ready to talk about why your head was up your ass, I’m here to listen, and I’m ready to move forward. We don’t have to keep dwelling on everything. We’re back home, we’re together, we can be happy.”

Vinnie kissed down the side of his neck, running his hands up and down Mason’s back. “You’ve always made me happy. I’m sorry if you didn’t feel that way.”

“You make me happy too,” Mason said softly, cupping the sides of Vinnie’s face to hold him still so he could gaze up at him. The light over the shower wasn’t very bright, leaving the space dim. The dark tiles added to the private, ensconced vibe, like the two of them were alone in the world for a moment.

Though if he listened too hard, he was sure he’d be able to hear Ollie moaning just on the other side of the wall. But he kept his focus on Vinnie instead.

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