Building Heat (9 page)

“Hey.” He said. Avery’s eyes focused and Mason smiled. “Clench.” Mason commanded. He felt Avery squeeze tight around him and he pulled out quickly. Avery shivered and swore as he clutched at Mason’s body.

“Jesus.” Avery whispered. Mason nodded as he rolled onto his back. His head flopped on the pillow as he looked over at Avery.

“Are you all right?” He asked. Avery’s smile faded and Mason’s brow rose. “What?” Avery shook his head.

“Nothing. I just… uh… I need to go clean all of this…” He gestured at his body and Mason couldn’t help the giggle that slipped from his throat.

“You’re kind of a crime scene. Want me to take care of it?” He asked as he brushed his knuckle down Avery’s arm. Avery shook his head

“No. I think I’d rather do it myself.” He said as he rolled and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Mason folded his arms behind his head and watched as Avery walked stiffly to the bathroom and shut the door.

“Don’t be squeamish about it.” Mason called as he watched the bathroom door. “Sex is supposed to be messy, if you’re doing it right.” Mason said. Avery groaned loudly and Mason laughed.

“You should have told me that before we started sleeping together.” Avery complained. Mason rolled his eyes.

“Get used to it. I’m not going to be offended by a mess that I made.” Mason explained. Avery opened the door and stumbled back to the bed.

“Baby steps. You got me to take bath. I can only be pushed so far in a weekend.” Avery mumbled as he crawled toward the pillows. He sighed as he buried his face and Mason rolled over and kissed his shoulder.

“I’m going to go make breakfast.” Mason said. Avery nodded into the pillow.

“Great.” He replied. Mason smacked his ass as he rolled out of the bed.

In the kitchen, Mason danced as he made french toast and steeped the last of the dried cherries in syrup. When breakfast was ready, Mason found Avery reading and had to take the book away to get him to come out and eat.

“I’m almost finished.” Avery complained as he sat at the table. Mason shrugged as he drizzled syrup on Avery’s french toast.

“The book’s not going anywhere.” He said as he watched Avery shove a big bite into his mouth. “Do you want to do something today?” Mason asked as Avery moaned and chewed.

“Ummm… cover you in this syrup and lick it off your body? Is that an option?” Avery shoved another forkful into his mouth and hummed in delight. Mason nodded.

“Sure, if we do it in your apartment.” He said and Avery scowled at him. Mason laughed. “Do you want to get out? I feel like I’ve kept you trapped all weekend.” He said and Avery looked at him like he was leaking from the ears. He held his wrists together and presented them to Mason.

“Please, make me your prisoner.” Avery winked. Mason’s eyes were wide for a moment before he shook his head softly.

“Careful… That’s borderline fetish-ie.” He teased. “We’ll let that be our backup if we can’t come up with something else.” Mason said as he leaned back in his chair. Avery looked thoughtful as he chewed.

“What would you have done today, if you hadn’t seduced me?” He asked. Mason snorted as he shook his head.

“I’m pretty sure you seduced me.” He argued. “But I’d probably head to the record shop and then maybe do a little grocery shopping.” Mason said. Avery nodded.

“Let’s do that, then. Want me to call for a car?” He asked. Mason shook his head.

“We can take the train and walk a little. I usually grab a cab on the way back.” He said as he gathered their plates. Avery rubbed his lips as he frowned.

“I’m not taking the train and I don’t like waiting to wave down a cab. Especially if I’m carrying stuff. I’ll call for a car, we’re not savages.” He said as he got up and cleared the rest of the dishes from the table.

“Sometimes, I forget that you’re not like normal people.” Mason teased as he took the cups from Avery and put them in the dishwasher. Avery grabbed Mason’s hips from behind and nipped his ear.

“Show me what normal people do, Mason.” He breathed into Mason’s ear. Mason shivered as he turned his head and captured Avery’s lips.

“They recover. And buy food.” He smiled against Avery’s mouth. “I’m going to need a little time, I don’t have a teenager’s libido.” He sucked on Avery’s lower lip before releasing it. Avery sighed dramatically then rinsed a plate and handed it to Mason.

“I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. And you’ve been pretty impressive so far.” Avery said. Mason smiled and felt it all the way to his toes.

“Thank you.” He said as he slid the plate into the rack. “But you’re going to have to buy me dinner if I’m putting out later.” He joked as he shut the dishwasher. Avery slid his arms around Mason’s waist and rubbed his lips against Mason’s shoulder.

“Anywhere you want. I’ll make a reservation.” He murmured. “Rao’s or Gotham?” Avery asked. Mason slouched as he tried to decide.

“That’s really tough… The seafood salad at Rao’s or the quail at Gotham…” Mason bit his lip as he tried to decide and Avery bit his shoulder.

“Gotham, for the chocolate cake?” He suggested and Mason nodded in agreement.

“Awesome. Let’s take a shower and get dressed.” He said as he turned and pushed Avery out of the kitchen.

Mason was all business as they showered and dressed, despite Avery’s efforts to tempt him in the bathroom or drag him back to bed. Mason kept shaking his head and moving them along.

“Save it for tonight. I want you out of your mind when you fuck me.” Mason said nonchalantly as he leaned against the door of Avery’s closet and gestured for him to put his shoes on. Avery’s head fell and he groaned.

“I’m already out of my mind.” He complained and Mason shook his head.

“We just got off a few hours ago. Let it build up.” He said as he used his foot to prod Avery into motion. “And we’ll never get out if we have sex now.” Mason added. Avery pulled on a pair of black oxfords and got up.

“This is your fault. If you hadn’t seduced me, I would be a lot more motivated to go out.” Avery said as he pulled Mason to him. He nibbled at Mason’s lips as they curved.

“You seduced me and we can’t have twenty years worth of sex in one weekend.” Mason explained as he pulled Avery with him as he backed out of the closet.

“Probably not, but we could try.” Avery argued.

Chapter 11

Everything was perfect, Mason decided. The day had been perfect. Dinner had been perfect. Avery looked perfect in a black, slim cut, Savile Row three piece suit. He’d skipped the tie and it was… perfect. Mason mentioned he liked the Smoke Signal at Gotham and Avery had insisted that Mason drink four of them, so he felt perfect. His body was perfectly loose and warm and his hands kept sliding under Avery’s coat in the car. By the time they reached the elevator, Mason was doing a perfect impression of a porn star. In his mind, at least.

He threw Avery against the wall of the elevator and dove for his neck as he stroked Avery’s cock through his trousers. For his part, Avery seemed content to passively enjoy Mason’s attentions, letting Mason whip himself into a frenzy. Mason was the one out of his mind when the elevator doors opened. He pushed Avery out and unbuttoned his coat as he followed. Mason started undressing in the hall, throwing his coat at Avery as he made his way to his door. His tie and belt followed and Mason had his shirt unbuttoned and open before he had to dig his keys out of his pocket. Avery dropped everything once they were through the door and went to unbutton his coat.

“Don’t.” Mason whispered as his hand pushed Avery’s away from the buttons. “Keep the suit on.” He said as he started walking backwards through the living room.

Avery’s eyes darkened and he nodded as he followed. Mason had to suppress a shiver as he watched Avery prowling toward him. He was hard and sleek and his eyes were hungry as they absorbed Mason’s body. Mason quickly unbuttoned and unzipped and had his trousers open when he dropped onto the bed. He kicked out of his shoes and practically tore his socks off before slipping out of his trousers and boxer briefs.

Mason slid to the floor as he reached for Avery’s belt. He looked up and found Avery’s eyes as he slid the buckle open and pulled it loose. Avery’s hand wrapped around his head as Mason flicked at the buttons and zipper. Mason tugged the front and Avery’s boxers down just enough to free Avery’s cock. It was large and pulsing as Mason wrapped his hand around it and the head was already slick and glistening. Mason growled ravenously as he lapped at the end of Avery’s erection. Avery hissed and his head fell back as he moaned Mason’s name while he licked and sucked enthusiastically. Just as Mason decided he could spend the rest of the night kneeling in front of Avery, feasting on the nectar that dripped from the head of his perfect cock, Avery tightened his grip on Mason’s hair and he pulled his hips back.

“On the bed. On your knees.” His voice was gravelly and low, Mason felt it in his balls.

Anticipation and lust crashed into Mason as he quickly got into position. He started to tremble when Avery’s hand slid down his back toward his ass. It curved around the globes of his bottom, caressing slowly, making Mason’s nerves twist tight as heat pooled in his groin. Avery’s arm wrapped around Mason’s chest and pulled him upright so that his back was against Avery’s chest. The feel of fine wool against Mason's back as Avery’s hands slid down his stomach was like the striking of a match, need flared and Mason’s erection throbbed. It was like pouring gasoline on a flame when Avery’s hand closed around Mason’s cock and started to stroke. Mason’s head fell back, onto Avery’s shoulder and he moaned raggedly. He felt Avery adjust behind him and Mason gasped when Avery’s rigid length slid between his thighs. The flames leapt and danced as Avery’s hands pulled and squeezed Mason’s erection and sack. Mason’s legs started to shake and he was on the verge of begging when Avery’s hands slid around and up Mason’s back as he pushed him forward. Mason’s hands planted on the bed and he groaned when Avery’s hands closed around his ass and held him open. Avery’s tongue slid down the cleft and they were engulfed in searing heat. Mason clawed at the bedding as Avery licked, sucked and probed Mason’s hole. He was babbling and whimpering by the time Avery stood up and gently squeezed his ass.

“Get the lube.” He commanded softly and Mason dived across the bed as his arm reached for the drawer. He produced it almost out of thin air and was back on his knees panting in seconds. “Do you want it like this or do you want to be in a different position?” Avery asked as his hands caressed Mason’s ass tenderly. Mason didn’t need to think.

“Like this.” He breathed. Aside from the fact that missionary might be a little difficult for Avery’s first time, Mason like the idea of being taken hard and rough from behind by Avery in his elegant, impeccable suit. After Mason got past the first part, that is. He gasped when he felt Avery’s finger, cool and slick, sliding into him. “God, yes! Feel free to use the whole bottle.” Mason whispered.

Avery might have. And he took his time, twisting and stretching his fingers as they worked in and out of Mason until he was sobbing and writhing. Mason thanked Avery, God and the Yankees when Avery finally pressed the head of his cock against Mason’s hole. He heard and felt Avery draw in a deep breath as he nudged his hips forward. Mason bit his lip and forced his muscles to relax and push back as the head slipped past the tight ring of his ass. He had to grind his teeth to keep from screaming as he reflexively clenched around Avery. He felt Avery’s fingers dig into his hips as Avery held his breath.

“Give me a minute.” Mason ground out. Avery might have nodded but Mason was too focused on filling his lungs with air and forcing it out. After a few moments, Mason felt his muscles relax and Avery exhaled. “Slowly.” Mason whispered before he held his breath and twisted his hands in the bedding. Because that might save him, in some way. He would have snorted sarcastically but searing pain started to travel up his body as Avery pushed forward. He was moving excruciatingly slow and Mason started to rethink the wisdom of going slow. Part of him wanted to push back and get it over with.
Jesus, he’d rip you in half. Or kill you,
Mason’s common sense argued. So, he let his head fall and tried not to focus on the incredible pressure and burning as his body urged him to pull free. “Go all the way.” Mason whispered when he felt Avery pause.

When Avery’s thighs were finally pressed against Mason’s ass, he was covered in a sheen of sweat and his jaw felt like it was going to crack. Mason sighed in relief and Avery groaned. They remained still and silent for several heartbeats before Avery’s hand gently stroked Mason’s back.

“Are you all right?” He asked hoarsely as he started to shake. Mason nodded. His body had started to relax and the pain was receding.

“It’s getting better. You?” Mason asked before he took a cleansing breath. More of the pain fell away as more tension left his body.

“You’re really tight.” Avery’s voice cracked and he swallowed loudly. Mason bit his lip to keep from saying something sarcastic.

“Pull out, slowly.” Mason said.

Avery exhaled loudly before his hips started to slide back. Mason’s eyes rolled as he felt his passage closing as Avery’s cock retreated. He took another breath when Avery paused, the head of his erection just inside Mason’s tight ring, before Avery pushed forward slowly. This time, the pain was just right and merged with the flickering of Mason’s nerves and the pleasure radiating from his groin.

“Yesssss…” Mason gasped as he started to slide back against Avery’s thrust.

“Ooooh, Mason.” Avery moaned as his hands rubbed Mason’s back reverently. “I’ve never felt anything so good.” He whispered and Mason nodded drunkenly as he ground against Avery’s groin.

“Nothing has ever felt this good.” Mason promised breathlessly as he rocked forward. “You can’t go slow anymore. I need you to fuck me, Avery.” Mason demanded as he slammed back into Avery. Fire streaked through Mason and Avery hissed as his hands locked around Mason’s waist. Avery started to roll and thrust his hips and Mason released a long, low moan as he let his chest fall to the bed. Mason pulled a pillow to his face and bit down on it to keep from screaming out as pleasure like he’d never experienced flooded his body. Avery’s thick shaft rubbed everywhere within Mason’s tight passage and the wide head kept hitting his prostate with each stroke. Mason raised his head and sobbed for Avery to ride him harder and faster before he shoved the pillow back into his mouth. It would have been fine if time had stopped, Mason wanted it to. He wanted to stay in that moment, full of Avery, his whole being wrapped tight around where Avery’s body continued to glide into his in slick, smooth strokes. But it was too good. Mason felt his balls tighten and his toes curled. He raised his head and begged for more. Avery pulled Mason hard against him and he drove relentlessly into Mason’s clenching heat. Mason felt burning pressure rush up his shaft and knew he was coming. He screamed into the pillow as his nerves exploded. Avery thrust wildly as his body started to jerk and he clawed at Mason’s back and hips. His breath hissed in and out of him and he gasped Mason’s name frantically. Avery pulled Mason against him and froze and Mason felt Avery’s cock pulse before a scorching flood burst deep within him. Another wave of pleasure rolled through Mason and he shivered and tightened around Avery’s erection.

“Fuck!” Avery shrieked as his hands clamped around Mason’s waist.

Avery held Mason immobile for several moments while his body shuddered and spasmed. When he finally released him, Mason squeezed tight and let his body fall forward onto the bed. Avery groaned and stumbled back a step before he lurched forward and collapsed onto the bed next to Mason.

Actual thinking was impossible.
Wow… Wow… Wow… Wow…
and
Wow.
Mason pushed his hand across the bed and grabbed Avery's. Avery pulled Mason’s hand to his face and kissed his palm as they waited for their breathing to slow.

“I’m glad I waited.” Avery mumbled. Mason curved his hand round Avery’s jaw.

“Hmm?” He hummed as he brushed his thumb of Avery’s lips.

“To have sex.” Avery added before he kissed Mason’s thumb. “I’d still be living with my parents if I’d had sex before I was eighteen.” He said. That was not where Mason thought he was going with that.

“What?” He raised his head and stared at Avery in confusion.

“I never understood why guys in high school and college had to fuck anything that moved and why they wasted so much time and energy on it.”Avery explained. “Now, I get it. I wouldn’t have gotten anything done. How does anyone get anything done when they could be doing that?” Mason shook his head in disbelief.

“If you didn’t think they were trying to get laid because it feels good, why did you think they were doing it?” He asked. Avery raised his hands and shrugged.

“I thought it was more of a competitive thing, or for sport? Why did they have to do it with as many different girls they could?” Avery mused. This time, Mason shrugged.

“Variety?” He offered. “Not that I haven’t known gay men like that.” Mason added. Avery nodded.

“I didn’t know a lot of gay guys when I was in school. If I had…” His voice trailed off and Mason laughed.

“You wouldn’t have graduated so early?” Mason said and Avery snorted. Mason rolled onto his side, facing Avery. “I don’t know that you were missing all that much.” Mason said as he let his hand slide over Avery’s chest. “In my experience, sex could be pretty disappointing. Half the time, I would have enjoyed it better if I had been alone. And even when it wasn’t bad, a lot of times, it was just ok. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had good sex but it’s never been like this.” He said softly. Avery’s head turned and he smiled at Mason.

“So, it wouldn’t have been like this when I was in high school?” Avery asked. Mason shook his head.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” He said. “I didn’t really enjoy sex until I was older. I was in such a rush and I didn’t really understand my body when I was in my teens and early twenties. I didn’t really put a lot of thought into what was happening with my partner either. Which is how most guys are when they're younger.” Mason saw Avery nod.

“Why is it so good with us?” Avery asked. Mason grinned and slid closer to Avery. He brushed his lips against Avery’s shoulder and bit gently.

“Chemistry? We’re really good together.” Mason loved the way Avery’s skin tasted after sex. “I don’t know what happened in the elevator Friday night. It wasn’t anything I decided to do, my body just moved. And you were perfect; your taste, your smell, the way you felt, I couldn’t stop. It’s like that every time we kiss. I don't know what that is.” Mason felt Avery move and his lips claimed Mason’s. They were cool and firm and clung to Mason’s tenderly until Avery sighed.

“I’m glad I waited.” He whispered.
Wow. Please don’t let all of this be a dream,
Mason begged silently. Avery must have seen it in Mason’s eyes. “What?” He asked as his hand slid around Mason’s neck.

“I’m worried. What if we got carried away? This weekend has felt like some sort of incredible fantasy bubble. What if reality catches up with us tomorrow and you realize you lost your virginity to a guy you knew for two days and I can’t believe I jumped back into the relationship deep end with someone I just met?” Mason asked and Avery frowned as he pressed his lips to Mason’s forehead. Mason shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “What if you start to have regrets when you’re finally able to take a step back and have a little space?” He felt Avery shake his head.

“What would I possibly regret? I hope this doesn't sound creepy, but I’ve spent the last two years slowly learning who you are. I knew you better than I know some of the people I consider friends. And I’ve wanted you so badly, for so long. Why would I regret having the most incredible weekend of my life with the man I’ve been secretly and pathetically in love with for years?” Avery’s heart beat steadily, Mason felt it under his hand. How could he be so calm when Mason felt as if someone had just driven a car through his bedroom wall? And why hadn’t Mason seen it?

“Oh, my God!” Mason rolled onto his back and covered his face with his hands. “I was so scared you would think I was stalking you. I’ve spent the last year trying to figure out if you were gay and single. I couldn't get you out of my head and it was driving me crazy but I was too afraid to make a move.” He groaned. “I even read your mail over your shoulder, looking for clues!” Mason exclaimed.