Page 51 of Possession

The night before, by the time he had gone up to bed, Vinnie had already been passed out, his earplugs shoved in and classical music playing on his phone to drown out the sounds from downstairs. Even though they hadn’t had a chance to reconnect sexually, he’d still been grateful just to have him in the bed next to him. He’d stripped down and crawled in, wrapping himself around Vinnie as tightly as he was allowed. Vinnie liked to be able to move a little too much while he slept for Mason to stay fully velcroed around him, but he’d still gotten in as much cuddling as he could.

But now, as they washed the sweat away from their workouts, they gently touched each other like they hadn’t seen one other in months instead of weeks. But even before he’d left, they hadn’t had this. They’d shared a bed in an apartment, but they hadn’t sharedthemselves. Not for a while.

Mason had been too unhappy, and Vinnie had been too stubborn and stressed. He took it as a good sign that things were going to move forward and would continue to get better.

For long, languid minutes, they just kissed and touched, their fingers gentle and exploratory. As the heat between them began to build up and up, Mason started to squirm against him, needing something more, a firmer touch.

Vinnie chuckled and pressed a kiss to the skin of his throat. “What do you want? My mouth?”

Mason nodded, grateful and nearly in tears from relief as Vinnie sank to his knees in front of him, not hesitating to run his tongue up the underside of his cock. Vinnie wrapped his lips around his head and slowly worked his way down his shaft. It was wet and tight, just the way he liked it.

Vinnie’s fingers fondled his sac and then played with his taint before smoothing back between his cheeks to pet at his hole. Mason moaned, his hands shooting out to steady him against the walls of the shower stall.

He spread his legs, giving Vinnie more access. He wished he could say that he lasted, but he was so pent-up, having gone so long and been surrounded by hot, sexually liberated men, that he barely lasted more than a couple of minutes before he shot down Vinnie’s throat with a loud groan.

It took him longer, probably, to catch his breath.

Vinnie pushed to his feet and leaned against the tiles to smirk at him as he licked his lips obscenely. “Glad to see I haven’t lost my touch.”

Mason swatted at him even as he carefully dropped down himself. “Shut up. It’s been ages. I’m surprised I didn’t blow as soon as you breathed on it.”

Vinnie chuckled, but it turned into a moan as soon as Mason got his first taste, using his tongue to lick all over the length of him. He didn’t suck him down right away like Vinnie had. Vinnie preferred to be teased, tormented, driven to the edge. Though the hard tile under his knees wouldn’t allow him the amount of time he would’ve liked to give him, he gave him as much as he could, licking and sucking, driving him mad with desire.

They’d been doing this for so long—way before Vinnie’s parents had caught them—they both knew all the ways to drive the other one crazy. It was comforting in a way, the steady reassurance of familiarity.

When Vinnie’s breaths drew shorter and louder, his fingers sinking into Mason’s longer hair and holding tight, he wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and rubbed his tongue against the smooth skin, loving the weight of it in his mouth, and then he sucked. Hard.

Vinnie grunted above him, bending over him as he shot into Mason’s mouth, filling him up with come. Mason held on to it, waiting until Vinnie was done, and then carefully climbed to his feet.

He pressed in close and found Vinnie’s panting mouth, using his tongue to feed Vinnie some of his own seed, sharing the taste and intimacy. Vinnie groaned, his hands landing on Mason’s ass and squeezing hard as he licked inside his mouth, cleaning every inch, devouring him with more energy than Mason felt he should have after such a good orgasm.

After they both calmed, they carefully washed each other, Mason floating on a cloud of happiness.

He wanted every day to be like that day.

The only thing that would’ve made it better was if Tomas was in the shower with them. His big body wouldn’t have actually fit in the small space with the two of them already in there, but he wondered if Tomas had a house of his own. He knew he didn’t live in the clubhouse, so he had to have some space. Whether an apartment or house didn’t really matter to Mason, he just hoped the bed and shower were big enough for three.

“I have to go talk to Lee tomorrow.”

“About getting your job back?” Mason asked, rinsing the conditioner out of his hair as Vinnie stepped out of the stall and grabbed a towel.

“Yeah, he said it wasn’t an interview, but I think that’s basically how he’s going to treat it. Hopefully, he doesn’t make me grovel too much.”

Mason made an affronted noise as he turned the water off and joined him on the squishy bath mat. He planted his hands on his hips and stood there, dripping on the floor. “He better not make you grovel at all. He’d be lucky to have you back. You need to remember that, Vin. You’re incredibly talented. You can’t tell me that Atlanta didn’t offer you a permanent position. I know we didn’t talk about it, but there’s no way they didn’t.”

Vinnie shrugged but didn’t deny it.

“And the reason Lee was upset about you leaving was because of how good of a respiratory therapist you are. Your patients and their families adore you. How many times have you come home with little gifts and baked goods from your patients’ families as a thank-you for taking such good care of their kids or parents or spouses?”

Still, Vinnie looked skeptical.

Mason held up his finger, nearly poking Vinnie in the face when he reached around Mason to grab him a towel as well. “You have to know what you’re worth, Vinnie, and you’re worth a whole hell of a lot. So you go in there with your head held high, and you demand not only your job back but an increase in pay for the added experience you gained.”

Vinnie raised his brows. “An increase in pay, huh?”

Mason nodded firmly and then started drying himself off. “Definitely.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said with a soft smile. “How do you feel about maybe going to dinner tomorrow night?”

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