In His Sights

Chapter 3-2

Both men shuffled into the house. Mason stopped and threw his keys in a bowl. “Why don’t you jump in the shower first?”

Noah glanced at Mason. “Thanks.”

Mason walked Noah to the bathroom and grabbed him a towel. “Here you go. What about clothes?”

“I’m all right with what I wore last night. The flight’s only an hour, then I’ll have my duffle.”

“Okay. Enjoy.” Mason ambled back downstairs and grabbed his phone to check in with the airport. He picked it up to inspect the charge and was surprised to see he had ten missed calls and twenty text messages. Did I miss my new flight?

“No.” He examined who had sent the messages; they were all from Jeremy, his f**k buddy. He was about to dial his number, until he read the first message. Then the second. And the third, fourth, and tenth. Each one worse than the last. All accused Mason of messing around. What the hell. That wasn’t Mason’s style, and even if it was, he and Jeremy weren’t exclusive. Not by a long shot. They were just two buddies, both in need of occasional companionship. If this was the way their non-relationship was going, Mason was glad the plane had been canceled the night before. Because there is no way he was going to listen to someone bitching at him, on his first weekend off in ages. “f**k no.” Even if said bitching got him a piece of ass.

Smelly and a little bit angry, Mason trudged upstairs to his bathroom. A shower would help him get over it.

Mason turned on the water, setting it a little cooler than normal to help get him back on track after being overheated from his long run. He plucked a towel from the closet, then put his sweaty clothes in the hamper. He caught a quick glance in the mirror, and a smile formed on his face. He was proud of the way he looked—hell, he worked hard for it.

He stepped in the shower and immediately lowered his head. He let the water bounce down his back, stimulating his muscles more than they already were. He picked up the shampoo and let his fingers massage the soapy bubbles into his scalp. The tightness in his shoulders dissipated, and his anger washed away with each scrub. It was better he found out how Jeremy felt now rather than when he got there. Hell, he’d missed other times seeing him, and the man had never reacted like this. Something must have crawled up his ass and died, and as far as Mason was concerned, he wasn’t interested in finding out what it was. Better to just let things go. At least he would. He wasn’t sure what Jeremy’s plan would be for handling this, but as long as he didn’t plan to fly down and confront Mason about his reaction, Mason was pretty sure he wouldn’t have to deal with Jeremy anymore. As far as Mason was concerned, he would again apologize for what was out of his hands, and end their relationship, or non-relationship as it was, then and there.

Mason closed his eyes and leaned his head back, washing all the suds from his hair.

Finished, he reached for his body wash and rubbed his shoulders. Working his way over his chest and down to his c**k, it twitched. It apparently hadn’t gotten the memo explaining it was on its own for the weekend. “Sorry, fella.” Mason soaped his c**k, moving his hand nice and slow. Up and down. The twitching increased as his d**k hardened. It wasn’t his d**k’s fault the plane was canceled. Why should it be punished? Mason stroked with more vigor the longer he continued. He twisted his hand and took time to pull on the head. Close, he closed his eyes and an image formed in his head. The man stood pressed up against the wall. His body slightly arched, giving Mason access to his ass. Mason positioned his c**k at the opening, pushing in until he was balls deep. The tightness was almost his undoing. Mason remained frozen in place, afraid to move, ending it all too soon. When the muscles squeezed, tightening around Mason’s c**k, he lost it. He pumped his hips, increasing the friction.

Shocks radiated up his back. His balls pulled up tight, and his movements turned erratic. His fingers dug into his lover’s hips as he shot his seed. Mason’s breaths were deep as he watched his c*m go down the drain. It had been too long since he’d done that, saving up for the weekend.

Feeling more like himself, Mason seized a pair of jeans from his closet and an old Henley T-shirt. He half thought about shutting his phone off—not having to hear if jerk boy tried to call again—but he wouldn’t, in case his mom, sister, or work wanted to get in touch. He’d leave it so he could hear the ring, but would ignore it if Jeremy’s number flashed across the screen. He’d save that discussion for later. For after his after dinner drink.

A noise rose up from downstairs. s**t. Noah was already done and waiting for him.

He hightailed it down and found Noah standing in the living room, a bottle of water in his hand, peering out through the French doors. Mason, again, couldn’t help but stare at the man’s full rounded ass, and the way his jeans hugged it.

Noah’s words clipped Mason’s thoughts in the bud. “It’s like your own little piece of heaven back there.”

Mason sauntered over to stand next to Noah, as his chest filled with pride. “Yeah. This space is what sold me on this house. It’s like getting away without having to go anywhere. Which is perfect, because I almost never have time to go anywhere.”

Noah turned to face Mason. “Work that crazy?”

“Yeah. Past twelve months. A case has been taking up a lot of my time. Usually, I don’t mind. Except when it interferes with other plans.”

“Want to talk about it?”

If only he could—he had no doubt Noah would be able to shed some new light on things if he caught him up. But unfortunately, that wasn’t the way things worked. “Can’t. But it’s the same as usual. Every lead you follow ends up at a dead end until you land right back where you started.”

“That sucks. Sorry.”

“It’s all good.” Mason refused to let the job get to him right then. He’d feel enough pressure when he had to go back to work in four days. “Nothing can be done about it, so we keep chipping away.”

They were both quiet. Mason wondered what caused Noah’s faraway look. He hated interrupting Noah’s thoughts, but it was already late. “You talk to the airlines?”

“Already did. My flight’s not until five-forty-five tonight. How about you?”

“I haven’t tried, but I’m thinking of changing my plans and canceling the trip.”

“Everything all right?” Noah’s voice held concern.

“Yeah.” Guy I was supposed to hook up with turned into a raging lunatic. “Just not in the mood to rush. Would have had a couple days up there, now I’ll only have a little over twenty-four hours, and only if lift off is within the next couple hours. I might as well stick around here and relax a bit. Not like I get a huge amount of time off.”

Noah stared into the yard, and Mason stared at him. Something was on the man’s mind, and Mason wanted to know what it was.

“I got an idea. You’re heading down to Maryland early. Not expecting to hook up with anyone until Monday. Why don’t you stay? My plans fell through. We could do a barbeque tonight. Do a little fishing tomorrow?” Mason wasn’t sure what made him ask, but since he had, Mason caught himself holding his breath, waiting for Noah to answer him.