Page 20 of Mytho Investigations: Side Stories

Mason was barely through the door, and Vlash was pulling off his shirt. He had his hands under Vlash’s. He broke the kiss and tugged the T-shirt over Vlash’s head. This wasn’t how he’d expected this to go—he thought they might talk over a beer—but the hunger in Vlash’s eyes had taken him off guard, and he couldn’t pull back.

He needed Vlash.

Vlash undid Mason’s fly.

He pushed Vlash against the wall and ground against him, loving the hardness of his body and the way he moved as if there were nothing more he wanted to do than kiss and grind and fuck.

The heat in Vlash’s eyes was consuming.

“When you look at me like that…” He wanted to drown in his crystalline blue eyes.

Vlash groaned and shoved his hand down the front of Mason’s pants. “The rest of that sentence better be that you want to take me to bed.”

“Yeah.” It was then Vlash wrapped his hand around his cock.

They were both naked by the time they reached the bedroom. Stumbling and kissing and stroking. Vlash sat on the edge of the bed and licked along Mason’s length. His tongue caressed the head before it slid past his lips.

He never broke eye contact, holding Mason trapped without using any force. He didn’t even want to rock his hips in case he broke the moment. His fingers curled so he didn’t accidentally grab Vlash’s hair.

Vlash pulled free. “I’d continue, but I want you to fuck me.”

All he could do was nod as Vlash lay back on the bed, offering himself. All that pale skin and long-healed scars. Mason pressed a kiss to one on his thigh, then his ribs. Working his way higher with each kiss.

He was so fucking beautiful, and the scars added to it in a way that should be impossible. For a second, he felt plain, as though he didn’t belong, but then he caught Vlash’s gaze, and there was no room for doubt or uncertainty.

“Got a preference?” He licked one nipple.

“You in me,” Vlash growled as though he didn’t like admitting he had needs.

Mason smiled. “That’s the plan.”

He grabbed the lube and made use of it on his cock and then Vlash’s hole, fucking him with two fingers and watching him writhe as if he’d been waiting another ten years, not ten days.

He stroked Vlash’s prostate, drawing a gasp out of him. Mason enjoyed watching him as much as he liked fucking him. Each movement was restrained as though he was fighting against giving too much away, yet at the same time, he was unable to hide his desperation.

Pre-cum leaked out of Vlash’s cock, and Mason leaned down to lap it up. His tongue danced across the head as he kept rubbing against that spot. Vlash’s hips jerked up, and Mason took the offered dick into his mouth.

Vlash swore and gripped the sheets over his head as Mason sucked.

Was he always this responsive, or was it because it had been such a long time?

He needed to know.

He wanted to ride Vlash’s cock at some point. Just because that was all he’d done for the last four years didn’t mean he didn’t want to try it with someone else. He wanted to find out what it would be like to be fucked by Vlash.

He wanted to learn everything about him, which was a dangerous place to be because that implied they were more than fuck buddies. It certainly wasn’t a one-night stand anymore.

Pre-cum coated Mason's tongue, and he knew Vlash couldn’t hold out much longer. But he wasn’t closing his eyes, or looking away, or telling Mason to stop. He was watching as if he didn’t want to miss a second.

His hips snapped up, and he came with a groan, filling Mason’s mouth. He swallowed everything as he milked him for a little more before releasing him. It was only then Mason pressed the head of his cock against Vlash’s hole and thrust in.

Vlash grunted, and his legs wrapped around Mason’s hips like a steel vice, as if he had no intention of ever letting him go. He grabbed a fistful of Mason’s hair and drew him close for a kiss, his tongue thrusting into Mason’s mouth to match Mason’s pace.

Then Mason was in the air. He landed on his back, on the bed, still inside Vlash. Vlash grinned as he rode him as if seeking another release. He leaned over Mason, one hand by his head. Tips of his long blonde hair tickled Mason’s chest, but the same as the other night, it was the heat and Vlash’s eyes that undid him. It made him feel as if he was the most important person in the universe. No one had ever looked at him like that…he wanted it, even though he shouldn’t get used to it.

He couldn’t keep his eyes open as he came, even though he tried to. He was breathing hard…he needed more cardio in his life to keep up with Vlash.

Vlash flopped onto the bed next to him with a satisfied smirk on his face.