Chapter Eighteen

He was drowning in a sea of sensation and all at the hands of Tessler: Perfect fingers that seemed to be mapping Mason’s body one inch at a time and pushing him to extreme limits of his self-control.

But what a way to go?

His body wanted to fully let go with Tessler, but his damn brain was desperate to put on the brakes. The fear of Tessler seeing all of him was very real. If he saw the worst of Mason’s scars and turned away, it would more than destroy him. His ego was on shaky ground as it was, and being pushed away from the first person Mason had any real feelings for would shatter the flimsy foundation of confidence he’d managed to salvage since the fire.

Mason flinched when he felt Tessler’s fingers run the waistband of his jeans. He was so close to touching his cock. One more inch and he’d reach his leaking tip. The thought of those smooth fingers slipping inside his boxer briefs had another gush of pre-come seeping from his slit. Tessler’s lips were at his neck again while those exploring fingers kept creeping towards their target.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” Tessler whispered against his sweat dampened skin.

Mason drew in a deep breath, then rolled onto his side to fully face Tessler. “I need to come so bad,” he said and took Tessler’s mouth in a blistering kiss. A moment later, the button on Mason’s jeans released and Tessler’s fingers eased inside. “Oh, fuck.”

Tessler’s tongue pushed deeper inside Mason’s mouth. He was so close to coming he could already see stars blurring his vision. Strong fingers wrapped around his shaft and Mason groaned into Tessler’s throat. The front of his pants opened, and Tessler worked to pull out his cock, then the sensation of Tessler’s hot shaft was pressed against the underside of his own. A firm grip squeezed them together and slow strokes began in earnest.

Mason broke the kiss and looked between their bodies and watched Tessler’s fist twist up and down on both of them at once. He felt dizzy, out of control with lust, and his balls ached for release. “That is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Mason admitted.

“You like seeing our cocks sliding together?” Tessler asked in a shaky voice.

“Fuck, yes,” Mason said and pitched his hips.

Tessler groaned and tightened his grip on them. “I’d rather you shoot in my mouth, but I don’t think either of us can wait much longer to come,” Tessler huffed.

“Oh, god … I’m getting close,” Mason grit out. His hand cupped the back of Tessler’s neck and pulled him in for another searing kiss. Between them, Tessler’s hand worked faster; the firm strokes and slippery connection of their mouths was Mason’s undoing. He thrust into Tessler’s fist one last time, allowing the waves of orgasm sweep him away. He let loose all over both their stomachs and Tessler’s hand without another warning.

Tessler didn’t slow his tugs to ease Mason through the aftershocks. He was too close to crashing into his own bliss to decelerate his strokes. Mason trembled through each quake and continued to kiss Tessler senseless. A moment later, Tessler’s breath caught in his throat, followed by a long drawn out sigh.

“Damnnn,” Tessler cursed, then groaned as the euphoria rolled right over him.

They clung to each other, offering easy kisses and licks, until Tessler chuckled and finally let go of their softening cocks. He lifted his hand and inspected the mess of their combined releases dripping from his fingers. Mason watched with fascination when Tessler’s tongue reached out and cleaned off two of his fingers.

“That is fucking filthy as hell,” Mason hissed, “and ridiculously hot.”

“Yeah, you think so?” Tessler asked. “Want a taste? It’s pretty damn delicious.”

“I’ll taste it from your tongue,” Mason said and leaned in to take Tessler’s well-kissed mouth again.

“Hmmm, I could do this all night,” Tessler said. He rolled onto his back and pulled Mason with him to lie against his shoulder. “How about we share a shower? I’ve got one big enough for six people.”

Sharing a mutual hand job while partially clothed was one thing, but getting completely naked to shower with Tessler? Mason wasn’t sure he was ready to fully expose himself like that. Not yet, anyway. Tessler must have felt his reluctance because he tipped Mason’s head so their eyes could connect.

“Hey, it’s okay if you’re not comfortable taking a shower with me,” he said. “I can wait here while you go first.”

“I don’t really need one,” Mason said. “Besides, if I were to shower, I don’t have anything to change into afterwards. I’ll just clean up with a hand towel or something, if that’s okay.”

Mason was starting to roll off the bed when Tessler stopped him. “Mase, are you okay with what happened just now? I mean, I didn’t push you into doing something you weren’t ready for, did I?”

Mason laughed at that. “I’m not some innocent fifteen-year-old,” he said. “I assure you, I wanted every stroke you gave to me, and came so hard I thought I was going to lose the vision in my left eye.”

Tessler flashed a near perfect smile at Mason. “Ditto,” he answered. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that much in my life. I’m coated in it, so I definitely need a shower.”

Tessler climbed off the bed and walked over to Mason’s side. The light caught his bare torso just right and made the smears of jizz glisten. “Jesus, you really are covered in our spunk,” Mason joked.

“Told you so,” Tessler agreed. He looked down at himself and laughed again. “All that from a hand job. Can you imagine the mess we’ll make when we fuck?”

“You think there’ll be fucking?” Mason asked in a teasing tone. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and prepared to stand.

“I sure as hell hope so,” Tessler said and grinned. “But I promise you I’m in no hurry for that to happen.” He waved his arm through the air and directed Mason towards the dim light seeping in from the master bathroom. “You don’t have to shower with me, but you’ve got to check out the stone grotto I had made for this space.”

“A grotto?” Mason asked. He pushed his spent cock back into his pants and zipped up while he followed behind Tessler. A few steps later, they entered the bathroom. “Holy shit.” He sighed. “This is your bathroom?”

“One of the four that are in the apartment,” Tessler replied.

The room was created completely in stone pieces: stone tiles for the flooring and walls, and a long vanity counter top made of one solid slab of smooth granite that surrounded two oval sinks. A giant tub sat up on a platform against one wall that had a huge, round, muted window behind it with veins that made it look like a spider’s web and filtered defused lighting into the large room. At the far end of the room, Mason could see two openings at opposite ends of a wall. He stepped closer and realized this was the shower Tessler had described as a grotto.

Tessler stood beside him and hit a switch on the wall, which bathed the shower area in a soft golden light. Next, he reached around the corner of the wall and turned on a main faucet that started water spilling like raindrops from multiple spigots at various levels mounted within the stone wall. The uneven rocks and green ivy plants coming out of some of the cracks created a gorgeous space that looked much like a cave you might find in a rainforest. You could walk into this area from one end and exit right through the opposite end.

Fucking magical.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Mason stated. Beside him he sensed movement, but he was too engrossed with the stone grotto and the steamy air now filling the cave to take notice … until a very naked Tessler, displaying his full-body tan, stepped into the steam and stood below one of the water spigots to wash himself.

“Jesusssss,” Mason all but purred. “You are fucking gorgeous.”

Tessler laughed and soaped himself up, then allowed the water to wash the suds away. “I’m glad you like what you see.”

Mason loved what he saw and a sudden pang hit him in the chest. He wanted to join Tessler in the worst way and wished he felt the same kind of confidence Tessler did with his body. He’d never hesitated to get naked in front of anyone before. All through school, then the military, and with countless lovers, he’d never batted an eye dropping his pants—until now. The reality of that was like a kick to the balls. He hated feeling this way and wanted so badly to change. Maybe Tessler was the person to give him back what he lost? He started to turn away when he felt the sting of tears burn at his eyes. Once again, he was being ridiculous.

“I’ll leave you to your shower,” Mason grumbled quietly.

“Don’t leave,” Tessler requested. He stepped closer to where Mason was standing and leaned in for a kiss. “I kinda like you watching me in here. It makes it feel so—”

“Kinky?” Mason supplied.

“Yeah, kinky,” Tessler said and grinned. “You already know I’m a kinky bastard from my admission about the sex club, and after all those text messages and phone calls we shared while I was away, you can’t pretend to be shocked that I want you to watch me.”

Mason rolled his eyes. Tessler was right, there was no denying Mason loved his kinky side and the level of comfort he attached to it, as if it were nothing at all. Stuff like this was so easy for Tessler and probably because of his experiences at that Black Key Club. He wished he had a fraction of the self-confidence Tessler had, and if he did, he certainly wouldn’t be standing here by himself.

Tessler finished rinsing the shampoo out of his hair and stepped over to Mason once again. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look leaning up against the wall right now?” Tessler asked.

Mason was almost too mesmerized by the drips of water falling from Tessler’s exceptionally long eyelashes to speak. He finally cleared his throat and managed to say, “You can’t be serious. You’re the one all wet and slippery … and so very … naked. Not me.”

“True, but you’re standing there all tatted up with your biceps bulging and that sexy as fuck piercing through your nipple,” Tessler countered. “The hungry way you’re looking at me right now, like you could eat me whole, is making me hard as fuck.”

Mason’s eyes skimmed over Tessler’s slick chest and followed the line of dark hair dividing his abs right down to his groin to see a trim strip of pubic hair that surrounded a nice, thick cock, which sure enough, was lifting and growing in width with renewed interest from their erotic exchange of words.

“You horny fucker,” Mason growled.

“You’ve called me that before,” Tessler said. “Just so you know, I take it as a compliment.” Tessler moved closer. “One day soon, I hope to have you in this shower on your knees sucking my cock”—he circled his shaft at the base with his thumb and index finger and gave his cock a shake—” or maybe I’ll deep throat your dick before I bend you over and slide into your perfect fucking ass.”

Mason latched onto Tessler’s chin and lightly squeezed. “Your mouth is dirty as hell.”

“We’ve already established that you love my special way with words,” Tessler said.

“You’re definitely skilled at word play.”

“I’m skilled with my mouth in general.”

Mason held Tessler’s gaze as his hand reached out and cupped Tessler’s balls. He rolled the smooth sac around in his palm and watched as Tessler bit his own lip to stifle a moan. “Something tells me you’re looking for round two,” Mason said.

“Already locked and loaded.”

“Dry off, dirty boy, and we’ll go for that second round before I have to leave,” Mason said. He picked up a towel that was draped over a warming rack and threw it towards Tessler’s face.

“You had me at dirty boy,” Tessler said as he caught the towel in midair.