“My apologies,” Mason said as he slid a finger into Sky’s clinging heat and stroked in and out. “Still thinking about the diner?”
Sky shook his head. “I’m thinking about pancakes, dry, with bacon.” He laughed, but it turned into a wavering gasp as Mason held him open and slipped past the tight ring of his ass. Mason slid all the way home and ground hard, lifting Sky’s knees off the bed. “Holy fuck, Mase!”
“What are you thinking about now?”
Sky’s hands twisted in the duvet. “How hard you’re about to come inside of me,” he huffed and clenched tight around Mason’s shaft.
Heat raged in Mason’s core, cindering his control. He pinned Sky to the bed and rocked his hips, steadily picking up pace. “Is that what you want? Want me to fill this tight, hot ass with cum?”
“Yes!” Sky’s cheek dragged on the pillow as he rode Mason’s thrusts. “Harder, Mase. Don’t stop!” he begged, breathless and blushing as he clawed at the bedding. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he chanted in time with Mason’s hips. They pumped faster and deeper, making Sky slicker and hotter with every slide of Mason’s cock.
“Christ, I’m so deep!”
This was so much deeper andbetterthan anything Mason had ever felt before, even with Sky. Whatever was inside of him was colliding with whatever was inside of Sky and they were about to combust. He didn’t know if they were burning up or bonding, but he didn’t care. The pleasure coiling in his core and humming in his veins was too compelling for him to quit. Mason basked in the glorious heat and pulsing pleasure, lost on the hypnotic clap of his hips against Sky’s ass.
“Mase!” Sky screamed as he jerked and shuddered beneath Mason. “Fuck, I’m coming again!”
Mason went with him this time, locking Sky’s ass against his pelvis as he came. They fell onto the bed, Sky trapped beneath Mason. “Are you alright?” Mason groaned as he eased out and off of Sky.
“I amso good!” He sprang from the bed a few moments later. “Let’s go! I’m hungry!”
They showered together but it wasn’t as fun as Mason would have hoped. Sky bathed himself with swift efficiency, then grabbed the soap and the wash cloth and helped Mason so he could finish faster. Dressing was done with similar urgency, and Sky dragged Mason out of the house and to the truck by his wrist.
“Do they still have orange juice at Joe’s?” he asked.
Mason laughed as he started the truck and backed out of the driveway. “As far as I know… Joe added some of those impossible meat products,” he said but Sky looked at him like they had added cats.
“I don’t want any of that. Just juice, pancakes, and bacon. No syrup. Unless Joe added tater tots. I like those now.”
“I think he did, actually.”
“Then, I’ll have tater tots, too.”
“I usually get the egg white veggie omelet,” Mason murmured, concerned that Sky had focused on the food part of the plan, not the date part. “Would it be okay if I held your hand and maybe…kissed you at some point?”
Sky’s eyes widened and his blush returned. He nodded slowly. “It would be okay. Are you sure you want to make that kind of statement? I thought we were going to be more casual and let people get used to seeing us together, first.”
“I thought so too, but you and Sina are taking big risks. I can’t ask you to move back home and play the eccentric recluse while I tiptoe out of the closet. Plus, I’mtiredof worrying about what would happen if it got out. I want to get on with my life, with you.”
“This is a huge deal, Mase,” Sky warned and Mason laughed as he nodded.
“It is! My dad surviveda strokeand the only man I’ve ever loved is coming back and giving me another chance. I kind ofhave tostep up. I want to!”
“Great...” Sky said and nodded. “If you’re sure.”
Mason parked a few spots down from the diner’s entrance and turned to Sky. “Are you having second thoughts? It’s okay if you are. I don’t want to push you too fast and overwhelm you.”
“I’m overwhelmed, but in a good way,” Sky said slowly, biting his lip as he considered. “I didn’t think this would happen or that you would be so happy about it. We’ve been a shared nightmare for so long, it’s hard to get my head around what’s happening. But I do know that I love you, and I don’t want to hide either.”
“Good. Let’s go.” Mason kissed Sky’s hand before getting out and hurrying around to open his door. He closed it after Sky and held out his hand. Sky stared at it for a heartbeat, then grabbed it and pulled Mason towards the diner.
“There. We’re holding hands.” He marched onward, determined as they passed patrons exiting the diner. A few people nodded and waved, seeming not to notice. It occurred to Mason that many of Roseview’s residents were used to seeing them together and even holding hands from time to time to keep Sky from wandering.
“Wait!” Mason halted and reeled Sky in. “Can I kiss you now?” he asked, aware that they were standing in front of the diner’s window and that a few people were already watching curiously.
“If you want,” Sky answered in a soft mumble, tipping back his chin and leaning in.
“I do. I love you so much, Sky, and I don’t care who knows anymore.”