Page 124 of Escape Velocity
He wants to stay here forever. He wishes he could skip past final exams, even though he loves to studyfor them. He loves having to cram an entire semester’s worth of information into his head and then spit it all out onto paper and then forget about it as soon as he walks out of the exam room.
But right now, in the warmth of the crook of Callum’s arm and sitting in front of the fireplace, he wants to skip past all of it and stay here for a month or two.
Callum kisses Mason’s head. “What are you thinking about?”
Mason inhales. “Just wanting to be here forever. To just… exist.”
“I think we both need to do more of that. We’re always in over our heads with how much we put on our plates.”
Mason nods. “It’s a problem.”
Callum squeezes Mason’s shoulder. “But at least we’re in it together.”
Mason looks up at Callum. “That we are.”
Callum’s face turns serious for a second as he stares down at Mason. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does.
His eyelids turn heavy, and he plants a kiss on Mason’s mouth.
He lets his lips rest there and he pushes his lips harder into Mason’s.
Mason’s stomach lurches and twists with warmth as he leans into the kiss, letting his neck hang loose as he lets Callum take over.
Callum takes the back of Mason’s head in his hand and pushes him closer to him, a small moan escaping his mouth as he kisses Mason’s harder.
Mason inches himself closer to Callum, wanting to distance between them to get smaller.
Callum seemingly has the same idea as he grabs Mason’s inner thigh and pulls Mason closer to him, with the force of his hands sending shivers down his spine.
They continue kissing, each getting more hurried and frenzied.
Callum grabs Mason’s entire body and softly lifts him up, shifting him to have his back on the couch.
Callum keeps the blanket on them and rests his body full on top of Mason’s.
Callum’s weight is nearly fully on top of Mason’s.
Callum rushes in for more kisses, and Mason runs his hands through Callum’s hair, clinging to a fistful like his life depends on it.
Callum breaks apart and lifts his Hornets sweater over his head, exposing his bare torso in all of its glory.
Mason blinks.
Callum stops, his eyes flashing with hesitation. “Are you—do you want to?—”
“Yes,” Mason says immediately.
Callum smiles and nods. “Okay,” he says breathlessly.
Callum’s body is back on Mason’s and they’re kissing again.
Callum’s bare arms are balmy and smooth in his hands.
He feels every groove of Callum’s abs, and every peak and crater of Callum’s muscles like they’re a map he’s trying to draw for the first time, that’s he’s testing uncharted waters.
Callum is Mason’s to discover.
Mason breaks apart from their kiss.
