Page 58 of Possession

He made sure he had Mason’s attention before he said, “No one’s talking to you like that, not in front of me.”

His laughter dried up quickly, and they stared at each other. The tension between them ratcheted up from the low simmer it’d been since Mason had climbed into his truck in those fuck-me jeans.

Mason licked his lips. “Do you know what I do for a living?”

Unperturbed by the change in subject, Tomas shook his head. “Ollie said something about content creation, but I’m going to be honest, cielito, I don’t know what that means.”

Mason gave him a weak smile and then swallowed and said in a soft voice, “I have a channel on a site called… Discreet Gazes.”

Tomas stared at him, his mind churning, trying to put the dots together. “Like a YouTube channel?”

“Sort of,” Mason said, “but Discreet Gazes caters to people who… like to watch.”

“Watch what?” Tomas asked.

“Other people. Sexually,” he added when Tomas still stared at him blankly.

“Oh.” He thought about the ring light in Mason’s room at the clubhouse pointing toward the bed. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Mason said slowly, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. He leaned over the table and said softly, “I mostly just use toys or my fingers to fuck myself, but people pay fifteen dollars a month to have access to all my videos and pictures.”

“Fifteen dollars?” Tomas said, frowning. “Are you sure you’re charging enough?”

He wasn’t sure there was a limit to what he’d pay to have unfettered access to watching Mason fingering himself or using a dildo to fuck himself. His cock thickened in his jeans at the images his brain was conjuring, and he had to adjust in his seat when it grew uncomfortable.

Mason sank his teeth into his bottom lip, eyes on the table. When he lifted them, there was humor in his gaze. “I have a few hundred subscribers.”

“A few hundred?” Tomas asked incredulously.

“Yeah, a little over three.”

Tomas leaned forward so their faces were only inches apart above their empty plates. “Are you telling me that you make about five grand a month just jerking yourself off on camera?”

Mason rolled his lips over his teeth, snorting and nodding. “That’s what I’m saying, yeah.”

“Well, that’s just impressive,” he finally said, mind blown.

“Thank you. Some people don’t like it, so before things went further, I wanted to let you know.”

Tomas sank his fingers into Mason’s hair and tugged him forward another couple of inches, leaving only a breath between their mouths. “Cielito, I’m the president of a motorcycle club. Ifyou think some dirty videos are going to bother me, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“What if someone finds out that you’re dating someone who’s a camboy?”

Tomas easily read between the lines. “You mean, what if my family finds out?”

Mason’s head barely moved as he tried to nod, but Tomas held him firm. “I don’t want to come between you and your family.”

“If my family has a problem with it, they can bring it to me. But considering they’ve known I’m poly for over a decade and none of them had a problem with it, I doubt this would make a difference.”

“Yeah? Are you sure?”

“Shit, cielito, I’m so sure.”

“Should we get out of here?” Mason asked softly.

Before Tomas could say hell yes, someone appeared at the edge of their table.

“Tomas, it’s so good to see you,” a man said in Spanish.

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