Page 48 of Trapped for Christmas

Zeb snorted, although given that he’d been crying, it was not an elegant sound. It caused them both to laugh. So, were they okay? Mason still didn’t understand what had happened.

“Shall we sit on the sofa? It’s more comfortable.”

Zeb nodded. Mason didn’t want to let go of him, so he pulled Zeb into his lap, and then stood up and carried him to the sofa.

“Did you carry me to bed last night?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought I was dreaming,” he said, leaning his head against Mason’s chest.

He sat down on the sofa and noticed Zeb’s cock was still out. It had softened and was still an impressive size. Who knew he’d been hiding that? Mason was a total top, but he loved giving oral. He could spend hours with that down his throat. Not something he should be thinking about when Zeb was upset about something, even if it didn’t seem that Mason had pushed too quickly.

“Why don’t you get yourself tucked away, and I’ll grab us a drink.”

Zeb looked down, and his eyes widened before he looked away, embarrassed.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I just want you to be comfortable.”

Zeb slid off Mason’s lap and pulled his pants up. Mason headed to the kitchen and grabbed them some sodas from the fridge. He didn’t want to be away from Zeb for long. Mason needed to understand what was going on in his head. If he knew what the problem was, he could fix it. Well, he hoped he could.

He passed the drink to Zeb, who took a few gulps and then tried to suppress a burp, which just made it come out louder. Mason chuckled. Zeb looked away, so Mason pulled him back into his lap.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“It’s perfect.” Zeb leaned his head against Mason’s chest again.

Perfect? That was a good thing. They would be okay. He hadn’t messed up, but something had happened. Could it be a trauma trigger? If it was, Mason didn’t want to upset him further.

“Are you okay to talk about it?” asked Mason gently.

“It’s really embarrassing,” said Zeb, with an uncomfortable laugh.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed with me. I’m still the same Mason. I’ve just sucked your cock now.”

Zeb laughed, then mumbled something.

“What was that?”

“That was my first . . . my first blow job.”

Mason was confused for a second, and then he felt rage course through him, with a mix of something else, which felt primal. To know he had been the first to give Zeb pleasure like that felt significant, but to realize none of his previous partners had given him that made him angry. How could anyone be with a man like this and not want to focus entirely on his pleasure? Mason needed to say something to reassure him.

“The first of many from me, I hope?”

Zeb stiffened in his arms and slowly lifted his head to look at Mason. His brown eyes were wide. He looked so vulnerable.

“Do you mean that?” His voice was trembling.

“Yes. I want to have a relationship with you, Zeb.”

“Can you pinch me so I know it’s not a dream?”

Mason smiled. “How about I kiss you instead?”

He nodded, so Mason pressed their lips together. It was gentler this time, as Mason wanted to take his time, but it didn’t stop his dick hardening instantly. He loved this man so much. Should he say something? He was sure Zeb felt the same way, but after the whole Kaden situation, Mason didn’t want to push things too quickly.

Mason slid his tongue into Zeb’s open mouth and tilted his head up so he could deepen the kiss. All the doubt from the last two years had been obliterated today. Mason didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought. Now he had Zeb in his arms, he never wanted to let him go.