Chapter Thirty-Four

They shuffled into the bedroom arm in arm and fell onto a bed that was pushed against the wall next to a wide window. Neither of them wanted to pull away from their lip-lock for very long, so they quickly rolled to the center of the bed where Mason attacked Tessler’s mouth all over again. Assertive swirls of tongue had them both rock hard again and ready for round two in no time.

“God, I love you, Tess,” Mason said. “It feels so good to be able to admit that now.”

“I don’t ever want us to stop saying it, either.”

Mason rolled Tessler to his back and slid up on top of him. “I want you so fucking bad,” Mason panted as he gently rocked his hips against Tessler’s groin.

“Me, too,” Tessler said.

Mason dipped down and bit Tessler’s bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth. “Will you bottom for me—just this one time?”

The uncertainty in Mason’s eyes from his request killed Tessler. He hated that Mason felt such unease to ask anything sexual of him. He wanted their relationship to always be a safe place for them to play—and now love each other. It wasn’t that he hated bottoming, because he had enjoyed it years ago. It was more that he preferred the emotional role of being a top, but he also knew how much Mason needed to have this with him, how Mason had given up his previous status of “top” to be with him, and how this switch in roles would totally bind them in a whole new way.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Mason said. “I just hoped maybe one day you’d want to share this, with me being inside of you.”

“Condoms and lube are in the table,” Tessler heard himself say.

“Wait, does that mean you’ll let me top?”

“That’s exactly what it means,” Tessler said and grinned shyly. Why was he suddenly so damned nervous? He’d done this countless times before. He knew the drill, knew what to expect, and how good it was going to feel. But this was Mason staring expectantly down at him, and as much as he wanted this to happen, he also wanted it to be a perfect memory for Mason—perfect for him, too.

“We don’t have to,” Mason recanted. “I’m happy to bottom. As long as we’re together, it’s all good.”

Tessler gripped onto Mason’s hips as he started to slide off to his side and held him in place. “I want this, Mase. I really do, and I don’t ever want you to feel bad about asking me for something you want.”

Mason pressed his forehead to Tessler’s and inhaled. “I love you, and this feels like a natural way for me to show you how much,” he whispered.

“I agree,” Tessler replied. “So, go ahead, Mase. Show me how much you love me.”

“Christ, I could come right now just thinking about being inside of you,” Mason groaned.

“Then take me,” Tessler said and lifted his hips off the bed. “I want to feel your power thrusting deep.”

Mason reached for the drawer with the supplies and tossed the items they’d need on the bed beside Tessler. Then he quickly went to work slicking his fingers to get Tessler stretched. Mason’s fingers circled his prostate and edged him close to orgasm several times, bringing him so close to release Tessler was certain he was going to blow apart all over the sheets, but each time Mason backed off and allowed Tessler’s bliss to dangle there like a prize just out of his reach.

“Are you ever gonna let me come?” Tessler asked.

“I am, but not until my cock is filling you,” Mason answered.

“Please, fuck me,” Tessler pleaded. “I need you.”

“I never thought I’d ever hear you say those words,” Mason said and the smile that followed was brilliant.

Tessler watched him roll on a condom and then slick it with lube. “I wanna do it like this so I can see your face,” Mason said softly.

Tessler nodded, then grabbed the back of his knees to open himself wider for Mason. A moment later, Mason lowered himself and Tessler felt a slight pressure at his entrance. The sting was so brief he barely noticed it, and then Mason was sliding inside—so fucking deep, and Tessler groaned loudly at the fullness he felt.

“Okay?” Mason asked.

“Yeah, but I like it kind of . . . rough,” Tessler confessed.

“Hard and fast?” Mason asked with a harsh snap of his hips which pulled a whimper from Tessler.

“Oh god, that’s so fucking good,” Tessler admitted.

Mason picked up the speed of his thrusts and grabbed both of Tessler’s legs to put on his shoulders.

“Fuck yes!” Tessler exclaimed and Mason continued to pound into him.

The act itself wasn’t new to Tessler, but the sensations were vastly different, more intense and definitely more intimate. Holding eye contact and seeing the swirl of emotion in Mason’s while he slammed inside of him was powerful. He had no words to offer that would adequately convey what he was feeling, because he was feeling everything all at once. It was a flood of euphoria and passion mixed with the heaviness of love which threatened to drown him, then sweep him out with the tide, but Tessler didn’t care. He wanted this—all of this, and he wanted it with Mason.

Tessler watched as Mason’s eyes began to close, no doubt because he was trying to hold off his own orgasm. “Keep your eyes open for me, Mase,” he requested. “I need to see that you’re feeling this with me.”

“I’m so fucking close, Tess,” Mason admitted. “I can feel you all around me, so damn tight ... I can’t hold off. It feels too good.”

“Fuck me harder and send us both over the edge,” Tessler prompted.

Mason adjusted the angle of his hips and pitched forward with such force that Tessler’s head nearly hit the headboard of the bed.

“Keep doing that and you’ll make me come,” Tessler instructed.

Again and again, Mason thrust into Tessler and their moans of pleasure grew louder. Tessler saw the flashes of light behind his eyes, and his balls became unbearably tight just as Mason was starting to arch into his orgasm. Mason slid the last few strokes of his thick cock perfectly over his gland, and suddenly Tessler was right there with Mason. He opened himself up to the orgasm and let it take him away. While he was releasing all over his stomach, Mason was filling the condom inside of him, and then he fell forward to take Tessler’s mouth in a deep kiss. They continued to lightly tease each other’s mouths through the aftershocks, and finally, Mason pulled out and rolled to Tessler’s side.

“I’ll go get something to clean us up,” Mason offered and left the bedroom to retrieve a wash cloth from the bathroom. When he came back to the bed, he began to gently wipe Tessler’s skin until it was clean. Throughout the whole process, Tessler lay there almost motionless. It wasn’t until Mason stretched out beside him that he felt able to talk.

“You okay?” Mason asked him while his fingers made slow circles over the tattoos on Tessler’s stomach.

“That was beyond perfection,” Tessler sighed. “I’m speechless.”

“You’re the one with the gift of words, Tess, and you have nothing to say?”

Tessler rolled onto his side and faced Mason. “That’s because what we just shared is so much more than my words could ever say.”

Mason inched closer until their noses touched. “I love you, Tess, and I’m going to work really hard every day to make sure you know that.”

“And I’ll work every day to keep you hard,” Tessler promised.

“It doesn’t require a lot of work for that to happen,” Mason said. “I get hard looking at you.”

“You say the sweetest things,” Tessler cooed in a teasing tone.

“You really think so?” Mason snorted. “Then, maybe you and I both have a gift for words.”

Tessler gave Mason a soft kiss. “I think I prefer you playing the role of my personal security guard.”

Mason stole another quick peck. “Mmm, now that’s a role I could happily play forever.”

“You’ll be my protector forever and ever?”

“I’ll give you forever and then some, might even toss in an eternity for good measure,” Mason said right before he took Tessler’s mouth in a kiss that made every last thought inside his head evaporate, and that’s exactly how Tessler always wanted it to be between them.

“Are you hungry?” Tessler asked him.

“Is that a trick question?”

“I’m starved,” Tessler said. “How about I heat up some leftovers, and we’ll eat on the beach under the stars.”

“That sounds great,” Mason replied as they both rolled off the bed and stood. Mason reached for his pants and heard Tessler clear his throat from behind him.

“Are you forgetting the rule already?” Tessler asked. “No clothing is allowed at this exclusive beach club.”

Mason smiled at that but his smile soon began to fade. “I know it’s dark outside right now, so it doesn’t matter tonight, but I honestly can’t—or shouldn’t get a lot of sunlight on my skin during the day,” he explained. “I brought some special board shorts which will cover most of that section of my leg and keep out most of the sun’s rays, but I have to wear them outside, Tess. I also have a weird leg sock that covers the skin, too, so no laughing when I put that on to wear under my shorts.”

“First of all, I would never laugh at anything you need to do to protect yourself,” Tessler said. “Secondly, how’s this for a new rule?” he asked. “No clothing only applies while inside. Can you do that?”

“I can definitely do that,” Mason countered.

Mason dropped his pants back on the floor and followed Tessler into the small, but efficient kitchen and watched a bare-assed Tessler as he pulled cartons of Chinese food out of the refrigerator and began to heat them inside the microwave.

“We should probably talk about the details of a possible press conference,” Mason hedged.

It took a moment, but Tessler finally nodded. “I’ll make some calls after we eat,” Tessler replied. “I can’t just jump in front of the camera and spill my secrets. I need to talk to my family first, and let them know what’s coming at them.”

“I agree,” Mason answered. “I should do the same. It’s probably time I told them I’m in a relationship with a man.”

“What? You mean they don’t already know you’re bisexual?”

“They’ve never really seen me with anyone from either gender,” Mason answered with a shrug. “I haven’t exactly been around much to bring someone home for them to meet, but I’d like to at least have that option now to bring you home.”

Tessler smiled warmly. “I’d really like that,” he said. “So, I guess we’ve both got some calls to make tonight.”

“I think we do,” Mason agreed. “I should also talk with BB and my therapist to let them know what’s going on in my life these days, and maybe make appointments with them for after we get back.”

Tessler handed Mason a plate and fork as his cell phone began to ring on top of the round kitchen table. His eyes darted to the caller ID. “Shit. It’s Barry.”

“Let it go to voicemail,” Mason suggested. “He’s probably just discovered the journal is missing. Let’s see if he leaves a message.”

Sure enough, a few moments later, Tessler’s phone made the sound indicating there was a new voicemail. Tessler punched in the numbers and listened to it, then passed it over for Mason to hear Barry’s message, too.

“Well, he’s sure pissed off,” Mason said and chuckled.

A second later, the phone pinged with a text message, also from Barry. “I see you had your bodyguard steal your journal from my house,” Barry’s typed message read. “The surveillance cameras caught him at my goddamned house! Don’t think for a second that I’m not still going through with the press conference. By the end of this week, the world is going to know exactly who you are.”

“Can I respond?” Tessler asked Mason after he’d read the message as well.

“Yeah, but keep it simple and don’t give any specifics,” Mason answered.

Tessler thought about his message for a moment and then started typing. “I don’t give a fuck what you do.” He read it out loud to Mason before he hit the send button. “How’s it sound?”

“Perfect,” Mason replied. “If he tries to reach you again, don’t answer.”

A slow smile pulled at Tessler’s lips. “I’m glad I have you to help me with this,” he said.

“You’re always going to have me,” Mason added. “From here on out.”

Another text message came in from Barry and Tessler sighed. “I’m going to need your strength with this,” Tessler said. “He’s not going to let this go.”

“Read me the new message,” Mason requested.

“He says, I want to start giving a fuck about what he does because he says he can bury me,” Tessler finished reading and looked up at Mason, who simply shrugged.

“These messages are all evidence,” Mason said. “Don’t delete anything he sends to you, then, if need be, we can show it to the police. Once we get back to LA, I want to bring you by Ventura Security to meet Victor and the rest of my team. We’ll work out a plan with Victor to give you some protection for a while until Barry is truly neutralized.”

Tessler slowly nodded. “I’d really like to meet the guys where you work, and as much as I don’t like the intrusion into my life, I think it’s time I get better security.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Mason said and smiled. “I can’t wait for everyone to meet you. I think a few of them thought I was making up the ‘mystery man’ who gave me beard burn on my neck.”

“I did no such thing,” Tessler protested in a teasing tone.

Mason laughed. “It was a badge of honor I wore for a couple of days, and I loved that they saw it,” he said.

“Maybe next time, I’ll give you a hickey on your throat to stake my claim on you,” Tessler said.

“Mmm, I’d love that.”

Tessler was quiet for a moment before he asked, “Can Barry get you in trouble for breaking into his house and stealing the journal?”

“He has no real proof that’s me on his surveillance camera footage because my face was covered the entire time I was in his house,” Mason scoffed. “Secondly, how can he claim I stole something that didn’t belong to him in the first place? He had stolen property in his possession, and that’s a crime. There’s no way he’s going to the police about this, but I’ll talk to Victor about it after we get back and explain everything to him. I know he’ll have my back on this, so please don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, I’ll leave this all in your very capable hands,” Tessler said and offered a weak smile.