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“Here,” Adam said and reached back for Mason’s dick. Mason released Adam for a moment and waited while he angled Mason’s cock lower, into the heat just below his ass, between his legs. The space was tight and warm, not quite the same as fucking him, but it felt good anyway. Mason groaned and thrust forward, and when he did, Adam tightened his thighs around Mason’s cock, squeezing it harder.
“Oh, God. That feels … really good,” Mason managed to get out. He gripped Adam’s cock again and began to stroke.
He lost himself for a while in the push and pull of Adam’s body, letting the tight heat fill him. As he jerked Adam’s cock, Adam began to rock forward into it and back against Mason. Adam didn’t loosen his grip on Mason’s dick as he fucked into Mason’s fist and he began to gasp and moan on every breath as he got close to the edge of his own pleasure.
Mason had been so hard and ready at the start of things that his own orgasm wasn’t far. Eyes closed, he inhaled Adam’s scent, deep and masculine, tinged with wood smoke and pine from the day before. His cock leaked between Adam’s legs, making the thrusting glide more smoothly, which pushed him that much closer to coming.
“I wish you were inside of me,” Adam murmured. “I want to feel you come.” His voice was pleading and desperate and the motion of his hips was becoming ragged.
With a groan, Mason grit his teeth and came, spurting hard between Adam’s thighs. The space quickly became slick and wet, drenched in Mason’s cum. He kept fucking the tight heat and gripped Adam’s cock more firmly.
Adam came too, throwing his head back against Mason’s shoulder when he did. It splattered Adam’s shirt and covered Mason’s hand. They both stilled, breathing hard. For a long time, they were both quiet. Then Adam lifted his head.
“I need to get this shirt off.” He laughed and wrestled the shirt off, then began mopping up the mess.
Mason laughed, too. “We definitely don’t want that to dry and leave you all gross.”
Adam shrugged and tossed the shirt on the floor. “I’m going to need a shower.”
“Can it wait, or do you want to shower now?” Mason scraped Adam’s bare shoulder with his teeth.
“It can wait.”
They lay in bed for a while, Mason’s arms wrapped around Adam.This feels really good. I’m glad we have a few more days before anyone gets here. Time to figure everything out.
That’s when he heard the front door of the cabin open and Adam’s mother call out, “Hello? Boys?”
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Chapter Six
Mason
Mason’s stomach dropped to his toes.Are you serious?He started to slide away from Adam but he wasn’t quick enough, and Drew burst into the room. Adam, still shirtless, rolled over, and there they were, caught cuddling post-sex in Mason’s bed.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Drew’s eyes went wide, his eyebrows so high they practically disappeared into his hairline.
“Drew? Is everything okay?” Linda appeared behind Drew in the doorway. “Oh!” She turned away quickly.
Drew burst out laughing. “Get your asses dressed and get out here.” He closed the door as he left the room.
There was murmuring in the other room. Mason’s nerves were on fire as he scrambled to get dressed. He scurried to find a t-shirt, clean boxers, and jeans in the dresser.
“What are they doing here?” Adam hissed. “I thought you said Mom told you it was going to be a few moredays.”
“She did! I don’t know what happened.” Mason yanked some clothes out of Adam’s suitcase and tossed them to him. “Get dressed. We have to go figure out what’s going on.”
They changed and made their way into the living room, Adam still hobbling but not as badly as the day before.
“Adam, what happened?” Linda said as soon as she laid eyes on him.
Adam shrugged and hopped to the couch. “It’s nothing, Mom. I sprained my ankle is all. Mason’s been a big help though.”
From the kitchen, Drew snorted. “I bet he has.”
“Mrs. Bowen—” Mason started, but Linda cut him off.
“Mason, you know better than to call me that. It’s Linda.”
