“Hey.” Jesse trembled.
“Hey.” Mason held his hand out. “You cold? C’mere.”
Jesse gladly took Mason’s hand and let him guide closer to heat. “It’s been a long night. Are you tired?”
“No.”
“You hungry?”
Jesse shook his head.
“Do you want—”
“Ellis. I only want you. Please.” Jesse closed his eyes. “What I thought was going to be the worst new year of my life ended up turning out to be maybe one of the best.”
Mason closed his mouth, and they went into each other’s arms. They kissed slowly, deeply, as if they had days, not hours. His cop’s touch was gentle and sweet, though he’d seen just how strong Mason could be. Those many layers to his complex lover were such a turn-on to him that Jesse forgot about his inexperience and went down to his knees.
“Jess,” Mason rumbled, as Jesse rubbed his face along the smooth hairs on Mason’s stomach. He mouthed the thick shaft until his saliva had soaked through the thin material of Mason’s lounge pants. Thick, calloused fingers wove through Jesse’s hair before Mason palmed the back of his head.
Jesse glanced up and locked eyes with the man who had literally swept him off his feet when he was at his lowest, like some superhero in a movie. Want and need were so clear on Mason’s face, but he wasn’t pushy; he wasn’t a taker. Jesse inched Mason’s pants down to his thighs, his heavy dick snapping up and bumping him under his chin.
He had more experiences with blowjobs than he did penetration, so he made sure to put his best effort into what he did know. Mason groaned loudly as Jesse licked a path up the long vein under his cock and flicked his tongue on the rim of his head.
“Fuck.” Mason’s hips bucked as if on their own, and he quickly apologized. “I’m sorry. I’m… unnh… your mouth is so damn hot, Jess.”
“I wanna kiss you everywhere,” Jesse confessed breathlessly, wrapping his mouth around Mason’s head and sucking him senseless.
Mason’s knees wobbled as if they’d buckle, and Jesse guided him down to the blankets, and his lover stretched out beneath him. He pulled Mason’s pants all the way off and settled between his hairy thighs. He was so much man for as far as his eyes could feast, and Jesse didn’t waste a second getting back to pleasuring them both.
His own cock was tenting his thin pants, but he didn’t stroke himself as he bobbed up and down on Mason’s. He tasted so good, clean, with a bit of spiciness that tingled on his tongue. Mason’s girth expanded in his mouth, stretching his lips. “Mmm.” Jesse moaned shamelessly as Mason gently touched his face, his hair, his throat.
“Shit, Jess. This is about to be over if you don’t stop,” Mason grunted, but his actions were the opposite of his words. He propped one knee up and let it fall to the side, showing Jesse a peek of his tight hole.
Mason stared down at him, and Jesse licked the tip of his dick, then littered kisses inside his thighs, sucking up faint red welts as he went. Jesse didn’t stop until he’d laved the hair slick on Mason’s chest and bit on his stiff nipples until he was arching into it.
“Goddamn your mouth,” Mason hissed, smoothly flipping them over.
Jesse spread his legs wide like a butterfly, and Mason’s mouth seemed to water as he stared at Jesse’s dick protruding in his pants. “Tell me what you need from me?” Mason said roughly, his voice sounding as if he’d just gotten over strep.
“You,” Jesse answered honestly. “All of you.”
Mason
Mason sucked Jesse’s hard, slender cock the same way he’d been mouthed and tongued by him earlier. His long, sexy legs were wrapped around his back, his ankles crossed and trapping Mason in paradise. Mason felt delirious as he made this young man come apart at his touch. Jesse tasted the same as he spoke—mellow and sweet. Mason’s mouth watered as he let his saliva drip down Jesse’s tight balls until his taint was glistening and calling to him. He caught Jesse behind his knee and pushed his leg up until his calf was next to his temple.
“Fuck me,” Mason moaned, then dragged the flat of his tongue across Jesse’s tight bud.
“Ellis!” Jesse cried out, the base of his spine pushing into the blankets. He clawed at the pillows under his head, the veins in his forearms bulging from his efforts. “I haven’t had…”
Mason was flabbergasted. There was no way that Jesse hadn’t been tasted in such an intimate way, especially when he tasted so goddamn good.
“Guys my age don’t really do this… that,” Jesse gasped, gazing wantonly down at Mason, his dark chocolate eyes begging him to keep going. To like it.
“Well, guys my age love it… a lot.” Mason turned Jesse onto his stomach and massaged his back and soft cheeks while he kissed along the knots in his spine. Jesse raised his sweet ass toward his mouth, and Mason chuckled against the inside of his smooth thigh. “Let me show you how much.”