Pretend

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Gavin squeezed Mason’s dick, rubbed it through the fabric. “Do you have any condoms?” Gavin let that be his answer. He dropped his head backward when Mason bit his neck. Hard.
And he fucking loved it.
“No… Don’t need them. I’m going to suck you off. Tell me before you come and I’ll watch you blow all over your own stomach. Maybe make you eat it off yourself and then you’ll suck me and I’ll do the same for you.”
Gavin’s prick jerked, much too stifled behind his zipper. He wanted what Mason said. Wanted it so much he feared that the second his cock slipped into Mason’s warm, wet mouth, he’d lose it.
Mason crawled between Gavin’s legs. They both had dirt all over them but he didn’t give a shit.
Gavin went to unbutton his shorts but Mason shoved his hands away. “This is my game. I get to do what I want.”
And then it was Mason’s hands unbuttoning Gavin’s pants, sliding his zipper down. Pulling his jeans open. Leaning over, he nuzzled his face into Gavin’s crotch, sucked him through his underwear and his cock jerked again. Ached with need.
“Oh, fuck.”
Gavin grabbed the back of Mason’s head, ready to hold him down if he had to, when he heard it—“We’re almost there. Not much farther, Tammy.”
“Shit!” Mason groaned against him but didn’t move. Gavin’s pulse kicked up. He pushed Mason away, fumbling with his pants as he tried to get them closed again. Mason rolled, now lying in the dirt, his head next to a rock and his arm thrown over his face. The second Gavin got his shorts button and zipped, two people appeared.
“Hey! Gorgeous view, isn’t it?” The woman asked.
Mason didn’t answer, leaving Gavin to play nice with the people who just kept him from getting off.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mason and Gavin waited it out for a while, but the other couple wasn’t leaving. The longer they sat there, Mason could see the change in Gavin—see him starting to overthink things. Or hell, maybe that was him. Or he was imagining things. All he knew was, despite the hunger eating him alive and the ache in his dick¸ the mood was dead.
“You ready to head back down?” Mason asked him. When Gavin agreed, he stood and started the hike back down. He didn’t take the time to dust off the dirt from his clothes. Mason didn’t really give a shit about that. He was horny and in a bad mood.
The trip down went faster than the trip up. Their drive home was the same. They talked off and on, not about anything important. During the downtime, Mason found himself thinking about the strangest things. Not how much he’d wanted a dick in his mouth earlier, but about the things Gavin said regarding his life and his family.
Christ, he couldn’t imagine being told he would go to Hell—not only because of who he loved, but from someone who loved him.
It didn’t take much for him to see that Gavin was a good guy. A minute with him was all it took for Mason to realize that, and the thought of people not seeing that made his hands tighten almost painfully on the steering wheel. Mason knew he was lucky. He’d never dealt with that kind of outright homophobia, especially from his own family.
The world really was a fucked up place sometimes.
When he pulled up in front of Gavin’s place, he didn’t kill the engine.
Gavin unclicked his seatbelt. “Thanks for today. That was…holy shit, we jumped out of a plane together today.”
Mason wasn’t sure why but that made him laugh. “We did. It clear your head?”
“As much as it could.”
“Good.” He nodded his head. “I’ll give you a call once I figure out the schedule. You’re available any day, right?”
“I am. Listen…about earlier,” Gavin said, “We were both horny, almost got lucky, but hell, maybe with working together, things ended up the way they should be.”
No, things didn’t feel like they ended up the way they should. But then, maybe they had. He was just talking about making the guy’s work schedule. Mason was his boss. Plus, Gavin obviously had a whole lot of shit going on in his life right now. Fucking his boss might not be something he wanted to deal with.
“Yeah…maybe. Still wish I could have sucked you off before we decided that.”
Gavin laughed, his hand on the door as he stood there. “You’re not the only one who wishes that.”
Mason smiled at him. “Have a good day, Teach. Go in there and jack off while you think about me.”
Gavin’s brow kicked up. “That an order, boss?”