In His Sights

Chapter 5-1

Chapter 5

They both had a firm grip. On the count of three, they lifted the beast up and moved the first tree into its new home. Refilling the hole went faster than the digging. On the third tree, Mason stopped for a second.

He removed his shirt again, using the cloth to wipe the sweat from his eyes. The sun beat down on them, but he wouldn’t complain as long as they had plenty of daylight. When he leaned over to grab his shovel, Noah’s gaze seared into his back. This time when he turned around, he was sure he spotted Noah turning away as if he’d been caught staring. What the hell? Does he think I’m goofing off? I only stopped for a second to get more comfortable. It didn’t make sense.

“You want to take a break?” Mason asked. Thick sweat coated Noah’s body.

“Nope. We got this. Let’s finish up.” Noah’s broad grin and sparkling gaze matched the excitement in his words. It seemed he really wanted to finish.

Mason wasn’t going to fight the help. “Okay.”

By the time they put the last pile of dirt on top, Mason was ready for dinner. A barbeque would be perfect.

“You want to head to the shower? I’ll put these tools away and be right in.” The words “to join you” almost slipped out of Mason’s mouth. What’s wrong with me? Noah had made it perfectly clear he didn’t swing that way. And besides, even if he did, what made Mason think Noah had be interested in him? Mason needed to pull himself together before he said or did something that’d mess up their friendship.

Noah walked into the house, and Mason took a deep breath. Blowing the air out slowly, he tried to force his brain to wrap around what he had to do. His mind still fought to focus on what it wanted to do, which again involved Noah. Mason couldn’t remember the last time he had crushed on a straight guy. Probably back in high school, before he’d realized they were like unicorns—the elusive straight male you could persuade to switch teams. Yeah, at his age, the time for trying had ended long ago. Besides, in his younger days, all trying to get someone to switch got you was a black eye. No, thank you. I’ll pass.

But his problem was making his d**k understand. When he stepped into the shower, his mind shot straight to the image of Noah bent over the bench in the backyard, and spread, waiting for Mason to pound him into the wooden seat. Yeah, a good f**k would be perfect right then. But he’d have to put that off for now. He had a houseguest, which meant no time to go pick up a quick piece of ass. Besides, some random pick-up wasn’t what he wanted. His c**k, and sights, were set on the man who stood naked not three rooms away from him.

Not bothering to argue with himself, he knew his c**k would win this battle. For now, he’d let his mind play the recording it wished—Noah being the star. But first, he’d wash the rest of his body. After all, he could wait a minute or two, he wasn’t that hard up. His c**k twitched, telling him it begged to differ.

He turned on the water, checked the temperature, and stepped in. The water cascaded down his body; his muscles enjoyed the shock from the cold. He leaned over and let the showerhead’s pulse pound a rhythmic beat on his back. When he stood back up, he ran his hand through his hair to push the length off his face. With the soap in hand, he lathered up his body.

He soaped up his chest, and his c**k twitched again. His d**k bid its time, knowing Mason would work his way there sooner rather than later. He quickly washed his legs. As done as he could be, Mason took his c**k in his grasp. For the second time that day, his brain automatically went to someone in the shower with him. This time it was Noah, and he was kneeling, his mouth open, ready to take Mason’s d**k. Engulfed in Noah’s warmth, Mason shifted his one hand faster, while his other slid lower and played with his balls.

Noah took Mason’s c**k deeper, then swallowed. Noah’s moan caused vibrations to radiate through Mason’s entire body.

Mason’s gaze slid down to Noah, who stared up as his mouth stretched wide over Mason’s c**k. Mason couldn’t turn away from him.

He took his hands and put them in Noah’s hair, pulling the coppery blond length, directing him to move faster. Mason tightened his grip, his hips going haywire, on the cusp of his orgasm. Mason called out to warn Noah, but Noah never let him go. He sucked him deep, and milked him dry. Mason opened his eyes as the last of his c*m washed down the drain. He leaned against the wall, his hand holding him up, and took a deep breath.

His body renewed, he felt ready to go.