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But then Mason turned to Rain, swallowing him with that sea-glass stare, and Rain shut the door.

The odd expression in Mason’s eyes, the one Rain still couldn’t figure out? He couldn’t help but be drawn to it because no one had ever looked at him like that before, and while he didn’t know if it was creative need or obsession, he didn’t really care. All he knew was that they were out in the countryside with nobody around for miles and he should be taking advantage of that.

Fishing through his pants pocket, which was difficult with his cock bent and half-hard, Rain pulled out a condom and a small packet of lube, placing it in Mason’s hand.

“You can’t look at me like that andnotfuck me,” he purred, wanting to feel every inch of Mason’s glorious cock in the great outdoors.

Even though Mason only stared, unmoving, Rain shimmied his pants down to mid-thigh, spread his legs apart, and placed his chest to the car. Holding onto the roof rack, he jutted out his bare ass and closed his eyes, counting. He made it to three before Mason wrapped around him, just as he had during the lesson. Their difference in size could be intimidating but to Rain it felt comforting. In fact, he didn’t think he could ever be afraid of Mason.

No words were exchanged, their only conversation being touch as Mason prepped Rain gently yet quickly, and once he slid in Rain’s cries echoed across the pastures behind them, scattering the birds in the trees above.

Stretched to his limit, Rain clenched around Mason’s cock as it pulled back but the first thrust sent him up on his toes, and his knuckles went white as he gripped the roof rack. His top had soaked through from the constant light showers and water dripped from his hair down his temples but he wasn’t cold because Mason’s body felt hot and wet against him, the slide of bare skin delicious.

“Yesss!” he hissed out, and thankfully Mason took that as a go-ahead, setting a punishing pace. Rain squealed in delight, seeing stars as Mason crushed that bundle of nerves perfectly every time. It was like Mason’s cock was designed for Rain, its girth pushing him right to the line, the tip hitting precisely where he needed it, making him come in ways that others couldn’t.

Out of all the men in the universe, Rain’s libido had been finely tuned to an introverted photographer and that was as much of a mindfuck as the setting, for the storm had made the sky darker, fogging the air around them. As their soaked bodies met again and again the mist made it feel like they were slowly being transported to another plane and Rain looked over his shoulder, meeting Mason’s gaze.

Those intense eyes were brimming with determined lust, drawing Rain in, and they kissed desperately, their tongues sliding around each other, Mason biting and nipping at Rain’s lips as he sped up even more, filling Rain so fast that he never felt empty.

Even though they’d had sex quite a few times already, this particular session seemed a level above, as if they were the only two people in existence, and everything swirled together until Rain became pleasure itself, losing his ego in the bliss, spinning up and up until Mason stuttered in his rhythm, driving in as deep as possible and growling into Rain’s neck.

The vibration and scrape of his stubble sent Rain over the edge and he knew he must’ve cried out and came, but everything went white. All he could do was float until he slowly resettled in his body, feeling wet, stretched, and surrounded by Mason. He’d never had an orgasm like that before, and even though the showers had drenched them, and his outfit felt scratchy, he wanted to stay like this for a while, snug in Mason’s arms.

10

MASON

AnxietygnawedatMasonand he could chalk it up to the stressful wedding he’d just finished, or the jumbled confusion about Rain being in his life, but deep down he knew the truth.

His family had been too quiet.

Driving away from The Evergreen Club, Mason headed home on autopilot, contemplating whether or not to push his lawyer again. He’d left a message after the last threatening text but Stanley had done nothing, reiterating that it was common for family to be adversarial when settling an estate, but this was more than adversarial.

For the thousandth time, he considered getting another lawyer which had begun to seem like less of a hurdle now that Rain was around. Unlike Mason, Rain blossomed around people and his social battery never seemed to drain. Maybe he could make the calls if Mason narrowed down some candidates.

But if Mason asked for help, then he’d have to come clean, not only about his spectacular avoidance when it came to basic human tasks but also about his family. Truthfully, he was ashamed. He’d worked so hard to get away from those bullies but they kept coming back, harassing him and wanting things that they didn’t deserve, and he wondered if he’d ever be rid of them. He wished that he was braver, that he was more comfortable with confrontation, but his fight or flight had been mostly set to flight, and it had infiltrated his life to the point that he couldn’t even tell Rain, a person he’d become inadvertently close to, that the house they currently lived in might be snatched out from under them.

When he’d offered Rain a place to stay, he thought that it would be like living with Ollie - they’d be on separate floors and Rain would live his own life - but those expectations couldn’t have been further from reality. While Rain still worked and slept a lot, his existence had permeated the house and Mason’s very being, making him feel more human, more connected, and more inspired.

Most of his days were spent in the studio with Mouse sleeping on the desk beside him as he edited pictures of Rain, coming up with new and interesting ways to capture that stormy beauty on camera. While it might be impossible to encapsulate Rain’s soul perfectly in a single photo, Mason continued to try, bringing his technique to newer and newer heights.

Every once in a while, when he knew Rain wouldn’t be back for hours, he would move the shelving unit in the darkroom and take down the sheet, adding his best work to the Rain Shrine when he really should’ve dismantled it. What the hell was he doing?

You’re playing with fire, Cricket.

A sharp ringtone cut through the car, ripping Mason from his thoughts, and he glanced at his phone, his jaw tensing. Rain rarely texted or called. They had a routine that included work and weekly photo shoots that they rarely deviated from; however, sometimes Rain would leave in the afternoon looking like he was going to his execution and he always came back with haunted eyes, wearing an expression that Mason recognized because he’d seen the same one in the mirror as a child.

Stopping at a light, Mason put him on speaker.

“Rain.”

“Someone broke in.” The words were hushed and anxious as if Rain were hiding somewhere. Adrenaline shot through Mason’s system.

“Where are you?” He didn’t have to think about inflecting, for concern broke through his built-in walls.

“Behind the weeping willow. I didn’t see anyone, but a window on the porch is broken and they left the front door open. I’m worried about Mouse.” Rain’s voice wobbled, causing anger to surge alongside Mason’s adrenaline, but he wasn’t just mad at his family, he was mad at himself. They’d trained him like a dog, making him too avoidant to fight back, and Rain and Mouse were suffering because of it.

Looking around, he ran the light; heading home as quickly as possible.

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