Fitting In, page 9
Mason followed Jack to the bedroom and tried not to think too hard about those questions.
CHAPTER 12
Gray lay on the bed spread-eagle, naked, and hard as fuck. He slid his hand slowly up and down his shaft. His expression told Mason he was pissed off, but his body didn’t seem to care.
Jack climbed onto the bed next to him and stroked his thigh. “Relax and let us take care of you. We’ll work everything out, but for now, just let go.”
Gray shook his head. “Not that easy.”
“No, it’s not easy, but you can do it. Tell us what you need.”
“You.” He looked at Mason then, his eyes dark with emotion. “Both of you.”
Mason started to undress. He needed them too, needed the slide of skin on skin. He needed to forget his fucked-up family, to forget he was scared to death of how deep his feelings for Jack and Gray went, of how he’d come to depend on them being there, of how what they were doing went way beyond sex no matter what he tried to tell Gray.
Jack rubbed his cock through his jeans as he watched Mason strip. Mason wished suddenly that Jack and Gray were in uniform. He seriously needed something to distract him, and the idea of playing the badass criminal who’d taken a cop hostage turned him on like crazy.
Jack grinned. “Whatever you’re imagining, file it away for another day. Right now I want you on this bed sucking Gray.”
Mason swallowed. He loved the feel of Gray’s thick cock in his mouth and the challenge it presented. Every time he sucked Gray off, he managed to take a little more of him down his throat.
Gray moaned and pushed harder into his own hand.
“Hands here.” Jack tapped the headboard, and Gray growled.
“Do it.”
Gray glared at Jack, but he reached up and wrapped his hands around two of the wooden slats in the headboard. As Mason settled beside Gray on the bed, he wondered how long it would take Gray to snap them in two.
Mason turned his attention to Gray’s thick cock. He licked his way up to the head in long, slow strokes, like a cat cleaning itself. Gray bucked up, trying to get more contact.
Jack slapped the side of Gray’s ass. “Keep still. Let him play with you.”
“Fuck you!”
“That’s fuck you, sir.” Jack laughed as he took one of Gray’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He tugged and pinched mercilessly on the already-puckered flesh.
Mason lifted Gray’s shaft with his right hand and teased Gray’s other nipple with his left. Gray rumbled, like a bear warning them that he was about to chase them down and rip them apart.
“You need this,” Jack insisted.
Mason flicked his tongue across the tip of Gray’s cock, tasting his pre-cum before pushing into the slit. Gray gasped.
Loving his reaction, Mason took him into his mouth a little and sucked gently.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” Gray protested.
Jack shifted to straddle him, and Mason kept up his light sucking. He let go of Gray’s nipple after giving it a hard tug that forced a hiss from the big man and shifted position so he could cup Gray’s balls. He rolled them gently, letting his fingers slip back farther, seeking Gray’s hole.
“I think your mouth needs something to do besides complain,” Jack said.
Mason watched as Jack straddled Gray’s shoulders and brushed the tip of his cock over Gray’s lips. Gray opened, and Jack pushed in. Gray took him down, groaning as he started to suck. Jack lowered himself, forcing Gray to swallow him deeper.
Mason gripped his own cock. He wasn’t going to last long watching them. Gray made a strangled sound around Jack as Mason focused again on giving Gray pleasure. Mason took him as deep as he could and stroked the rest of his shaft with one hand while using the other to alternately tease Gray’s entrance and his balls. Gray’s thrusts became wilder as did the slurping and sucking sounds he was making as Jack fucked his mouth.
Gray’s utter abandonment to pleasure was hot as hell. Mason desperately needed to come, but he wanted Gray to lose it first. He wanted to give him as much pleasure as Gray had given Mason over the last few months.
“You’re about to come, aren’t you?” Jack asked.
Gray must have given an affirmative answer because Jack’s next words were. “Mason, stop.”
Mason didn’t want to let go of Gray’s cock. He wanted to see if he could swallow every drop when Gray shot down his throat. But Jack probably had a plan for something even hotter. With a last deep suck that had Gray gasping, he pulled off, and Gray’s cock came free of his mouth with a loud pop.
Mason looked up to see Jack smiling at him over his shoulder. “He feels so good in your mouth, doesn’t he?”
Mason nodded.
“But I don’t want him to come in your mouth. I want him impaled on your cock when he shoots. He needs to know you care enough about him to give him exactly what he needs.”
Mason stared at Jack, wide-eyed.
“Please,” Gray’s voice was filled with a desperation that made Mason shudder.
Dear God, Gray wants me to fuck him? He hadn’t thought…hadn’t realized Gray would want….
Jack tossed him lube and a condom, then he pulled his cock from Gray’s mouth and shifted so Mason could watch Gray’s face.
Gray reached for him, letting go of the headboard for the first time since Jack had told him not to move. Mason leaned down and let Gray cup his face. Gray kissed him, gently at first, then Gray opened and Mason swept his tongue into his mouth. When he tasted Jack there, the kiss turned wild. They bit and licked and fought each other with their tongues.
Gray arched up, forcing their cocks together. The contact was enough to bring Mason dangerously close to the edge. How the hell was he supposed to last once he got inside Gray, inside the man who had captivated him in ways he didn’t have words for? Gray might be stoic most of the time, but that night his emotions were right at the surface, and Mason longed to soothe all his hurt. Somehow he knew doing so would make his own wounds start to heal.
“Shouldn’t have said anything. Not when you’re the one who’s been hurt,” Gray said against his lips.
“I would rather help you than talk about my stupid family.”
“Fuck me, please.”
Gray begging was almost more than Mason could handle. “God yes.”
Suddenly Mason want to fuck Gray more than he would have thought possible. He loved it when Gray told him what to do, when he gave him just enough pain to help him sink into a place free of worry and tension, then fucked him so hard he couldn’t breathe. But the thought of feeling Gray’s ass clamped around his dick had him shaking with need.
He slicked up a few fingers and pushed one into Gray before quickly adding another, pushing deeper, loving the look of ecstasy on Gray’s face.
“Need you. Now.” Gray’s words came out gravelly and demanding.
Jack leaned down and kissed Gray as Mason pulled on a condom, lubed his cock, and positioned himself at Gray’s entrance.
Gray pushed at Jack. “Need to see him when he fucks my ass.”
Jack sat back, grinning. Mason pulled Gray’s legs around him and drove forward.
“Fuck!” Gray cried.
His tight ass gripped Mason’s cock so hard it hurt. “You ok?” Mason asked.
Sweat dripped down Gray’s face, but he nodded. “Never better.”
Mason looked over at Jack, afraid he might be upset by Gray’s words, but Jack was smiling.
“I want you inside me,” Mason said to Jack.
“Later. You both need this right now.”
Mason nodded, incapable of saying more. He pulled back, struggling against Gray’s effort to hold him inside. Then he thrust until he was balls-deep in Gray’s ass. The look of wonder on Gray’s face was so beautiful. Part of Mason wanted to stay suspended like that forever, but his cock needed friction, and it needed it right then. He started fucking Gray as slowly as he could. But soon he couldn’t help himself, and he drove against Gray hard and fast. “Can’t. Hold. Back.”
Gray growled. “More.”
Mason groaned and let go completely.
Gray wrapped a hand around his own cock and worked himself as Mason fucked him. They kept up a wild rhythm until Gray’s ass fluttered around Mason’s cock, and his legs tensed.
Mason drove in as hard as he could, and Gray cried out as he climaxed, shooting across his chest and up to his chin. Jack leaned down and started cleaning him with his tongue.
The sight of Jack’s tongue licking up Gray’s cum did Mason in. Mason gave one final thrust and screamed Gray’s name as he slammed his hips against his lover and came.
He fell forward over Gray, no longer able to support himself. Jack sat back, and Gray held Mason, wrapping his strong arms around him and sighing.
Mason heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing then the snick of the lube being opened and the sluicing of lubed fingers sliding along skin.
The bed dipped, and he turned just enough to see Jack behind him.
“You still want this?” Jack asked, hand stroking his cock.
Mason’s cock twitched at the sight of Jack there, dick in hand, ready to fuck him. He wasn’t sure he could survive any more pleasure, but hell yeah, he wanted it.
“Yes.” The word was breathy, barely there.
Jack smiled. “Good.”
Mason expected Jack to push right into him with no prep. Instead, Jack pulled Mason up onto his knees, spread his cheeks, and licked him from his balls to the top of his ass. When Jack pushed his tongue against Mason’s pucker, he gasped and pushed back against him, his dick starting to swell again though he would have thought that impossible.
Gray tightened his hold on Mason. “His tongue feels incredible, doesn’t it? I love when he eats my ass. He pushes in so deep, slicks me up, and then fucks me hard and rough. He’s amazing when he goes all dominant.”
Mason raised up enough to look at Gray. Questions swirled through his mind. “I thought….”
“Variety is good,” Gray said, grinning.
“Ye—” He choked as Jack pushed into him with his warm tongue. “Fuck. That’s incredible.”
Jack teased him, tongue-fucked him, licked all around his hole, and then finally his cock was there, driving in. Gray was right. He wasn’t gentle, but Mason didn’t care. He didn’t want gentle. He wanted Jack to use him. To make him feel it. To make him remember it for days.
Jack dug his fingers into Mason’s hips as he thrust deep, filling him completely in a single stroke.
Mason cried Jack’s name. He was instantly rock hard and ready to come again.
Jack didn’t give him time to adjust. He pulled back and thrust again, and he kept up a ferocious rhythm that made Mason fight for each shallow breath. He wasn’t going to last long. The heat, the need, the…. His balls tightened. Lightning sizzled down his back, setting him on fire. He shouted incomprehensible things as Gray held him tight, and he came just as Jack bucked against his ass and found his own peak.
Jack landed on top of him, pushing him farther into Gray, and wrapped his arms around both of them. “You’re amazing.”
“Mmm. I lov—”
Oh God, what had he done? His head swam; his gut clenched in horror. He caught himself before he finished the statement, but they had to know what he’d almost said.
He struggled to free himself, but Gray held him tight and stroked his head. “It’s okay.”
What did that mean? If he realized what Mason almost said, how could it be okay? How could things ever be okay?
Jack laid his head on Mason’s back and kissed him over and over like he was trying to soothe him.
But Mason needed to get away. He needed to be somewhere they couldn’t touch him so he could think. He tried again to extract himself from between them. Finally, he got out the words “bathroom, please” in a choked voice.
Gray slowly slid his hands down Mason’s back, squeezed his ass and then let go. Jack sat back, but when Mason rose, he grabbed him and kissed him before he could run. What if it was their last kiss?
Mason heard Jack and Gray murmuring to each other as he closed the door to the en suite bathroom. He couldn’t let himself think about what they were saying.
Mason stood at the sink, avoiding looking at himself in the mirror. He didn’t want to see the fear in his eyes.
He turned on the cold water and splashed some on his face, trying to cool the burn of humiliation. Jack and Gray tore away all his defenses and made him feel things too strongly. He’d known they’d be trouble from the moment he started crushing on them. But he hadn’t thought it would be this bad. And now he’d fucked everything up. Or had he? Why hadn’t they seemed shocked or upset?
Why had Gray gotten angry when Mason suggested they weren’t really dating? What did he think they were doing?
Ask. This wasn’t the first time his subconscious had suggested talking to them about where their relationship was going.
He responded as he always had. Fuck no.
Then run away. You’re good at that.
“Fucking bastard.” Mason bit his lip when he realized he’d said the words out loud. He hoped Gray and Jack hadn’t heard him.
He took a deep breath, risked a glance in the mirror, and noticed bite marks on his neck. He barely remembered Gray biting him as Jack made him lose his mind with his punishing thrusts. Fear had made the color drain from his face. He’d look like a vampire’s victim if Gray’s teeth were a bit pointier.
He shook his head at the thought. He was losing his mind. He needed to get out of there before he did something else stupid.
He wet a washcloth with warm water, cleaned himself up, then got washcloths for Gray and Jack. He reached for the doorknob, vowing to act normal, to tell them calmly that he should go. He wasn’t really running away. He was just giving himself some healthy distance.
Sure you are.
Fuck off.
He stepped out of the bathroom. Gray and Jack were cuddled on the bed, Jack’s head on Gray’s chest. They looked so peaceful, so right. He wasn’t going to let himself come between them.
He handed them both a washcloth then picked up his pants. “I should go. I…I’ve got a lot to think about.” That wasn’t a lie. He didn’t want to lie to them, but the whole truth…he couldn’t tell that either.
Gray looked hurt. “Stay.” His harsh, one-word command let Mason know he was upset.
Jack sat up but kept a hand on Gray’s chest as he watched Mason. “Remember what you said earlier. You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”
“I needed this, you, to be touched, cared for. But now I need to think. I’m…I just need to think.”
Jack looked scared. Mason had never seen him so lacking in confidence, and it made him afraid too. Gray looked ready to grab Mason, drag him down to the bed, and hold him there until he relented.
“Look, I’ll call, I just….” Why the fuck did it sound like he was saying goodbye?
Jack shook his head, the look of horror still there. Did he know Mason might not come back, that this might be it?
“Don’t” was all he said.
“I have to.”
Gray turned away and buried his face in a pillow.
Jack narrowed his eyes at Mason, angry now. “Be sure you know what you’re doing.”
“I…please…I just can’t.”
Jack sighed, and it was all Mason could do to keep from climbing on the bed and pulling both of them into his arms.
“Be careful,” Jack said. “Did you bike to work?”
“Yeah.” Gray had fixed his car a few weeks after they’d started sleeping together, but it still acted up occasionally, and he liked saving gas money by biking anyway.
“Take my car,” Gray said, his voice muffled by the pillow.
Mason shook his head. “No, I can’t do that.”
“God damn it! Just take it.” Gray still didn’t look at Mason, but the pain and anger in his voice frightened him.
“His keys are in the bowl by the door,” Jack said. “One of us will pick them up from you at Nathan’s tomorrow.”
Jack gave him a pleading look, and Mason couldn’t argue with him anymore. “Fine.”
Mason pulled on his t-shirt and grabbed his button-down. Then he pushed his feet into his shoes, not bothering to put them on properly, just mashing the backs down with his heels. He had to get out of there. Seeing these two strong men look so sad, so defeated, was killing him, but what could he do? How could he stop this?
“Text me when you get home so we know you’re safe, okay?”
Mason nodded, unable to speak. His chest was so tight he could barely breathe. If he could just make it to Gray’s car…
He grabbed his bag and Gray’s car key and raced out the door, slamming it closed behind him as his tears spilled over and slid down his face. At least it was dark so no one could see him clearly. He managed to get the SUV unlocked so he could fold himself into the driver’s seat. The seats smelled like Gray, a scent he’d come to think of as comforting. Now it just reminded him of all he’d lost. He laid his head over the steering wheel and sobbed. When he was wrung out and hollow inside, he started the car, backed out of the driveway, and drove home.
When he pushed the door closed behind him, he crumbled to the floor. Hours later, he dragged himself to bed and fell into an exhausted sleep filled with dreams of his mom yelling at him, his dad giving him his characteristic concerned frown, his sister begging him to play along so they could all be happy, and Jack and Gray fucking each other in front of him, but just out of reach. Whenever he tried to get to them, he couldn’t move forward, as if they were surrounded by a forcefield and he lacked the magic to break through.
CHAPTER 13
Mason’s heart rate accelerated when he saw Jack sitting in an out-of-the-way booth. Three days had passed since he’d fled their house. Three days with no contact other than the text he’d sent to let Jack know he’d gotten home safely. He’d made sure to arrange for them to pick up Gray’s car key when he wasn’t at Nathan’s. Elizabeth, his manager, had taken care of the exchange without asking too many questions.
