Mason stood and nodded toward the back. “Let’s go, then.”

CHAPTER TEN

Mason led Gavin to his office.

“I’m clean, just so you know. I get tested once a year to be safe. The last time was about a month before I moved here. I haven’t been with anyone since. I have the results at home, not as though that helps us now, but—”

Mason felt an amused smile spread across his face. “You’re rambling. Do I make you nervous?”

“You make me horny,” Gavin replied.

“Nervous and horny?” Mason opened the door for Gavin to go inside.

He stopped in front of Mason and said flatly, “Annoyed and horny,” before continuing to go inside.

Ah, so Gavin didn’t like to be called out on his nerves. Mason barked out a laugh. “As long as there’s a horny in there, we’re good. And for what it’s worth, I’m clean as well. I was in a long term, committed relationship until a couple months ago. We still both were checked regularly, and my last results are recent as well. We’ll still use condoms for now, though.”

Mason grabbed a rubber and lube from his desk drawer. When he reached Gavin again, the right side of Gavin’s mouth kicked up. “That’s handy.”

“Always be prepared.” He tossed them onto the couch and then grabbed Gavin’s hand, making him cup Mason’s bulge. “See what you do to me? Even that first day when you came in telling me I’m shit at the guitar, you got me hard.”

“I’ll give you lessons.” Gavin squeezed, rubbing the palm of his hand against Mason. He had a good grip. Mason’s body buzzed. Yeah, he definitely wanted this.

“Now’s when I’m gonna want you to kiss me, Teach.”

And Gavin did. His mouth came down fast and hard on Mason’s. Their tongues battled, each wanting to possess, to control. Mason tasted liquor on Gavin’s tongue. He smelled faintly of fresh wood.

He liked it. He wanted to smell sweat on him next. Sweat and come.

“Get undressed and sit on the couch. I’m going to suck you, and then ride you. Don’t come too early or you’ll fuck it up for both of us.”

“Fuck…” Gavin struggled to rip his shirt over his head. When he did it dropped to the floor. His pants came next, then the black briefs were gone and his prick sprung free. Long and thick, with pulsing veins running the length, nestled in a patch of dark hair, just the way Mason liked.

He grabbed Gavin’s erection and squeezed. “You’re gonna fill me up nice.”

Gavin’s body tensed. He groaned out every curse in the book before pulling at Mason’s shirt. “You’re going to want to hurry.”

Again, he made Mason laugh. “Eager?”

“Dying.”

Yeah, Mason was, too. Not just to get laid, either, but to get laid by Gavin. He was so fresh, wide-eyed and innocent, without being naïve. Everything seemed like a new experience for him, and for some reason that really did something to Mason.

He let Gavin take off his shirt, then took care of his own jeans. “Sit.”

“You’re gorgeous.” Gavin ran a hand down Mason’s abs.

“Thanks. So are you. Now sit down so I can put your dick in my mouth.”

***

Gavin wasn’t going to make Mason tell him again. His knees cracked as he sat down on the couch. Mason went down, too, kneeling in front of him.

“Tell me before you come.” And then his tongue swirled around the swollen head of Gavin’s erection. Gavin jerked, a bolt of electricity ripping through him.

Mason kept licking. He didn’t take Gavin deep. Not yet. He just sucked the head—licked and sucked, like he had all the time in the world.

Every once in a while, he probed the hole, and when he did Gavin felt like he could rip out of his skin, the need to come was so strong.

The teasing was torture, and right before Gavin moved his hand, ready to grab Mason’s head and pull him farther down, he leaned forward.

“Fuck.”

“What?” Gavin asked.

“I told you I liked to be fucked, so do it.”

That was all the incentive Gavin needed. He tightened his hands in Mason’s hair and did what Mason said. Gavin fucked.

He pumped his hips upward. Each time he did, his cock hit the back of Mason’s throat and he swallowed, deep-throating Gavin in a way no one ever had.

The suction was just right, Mason’s mouth warm and wet and to-die-for. Gavin wanted to come down the back of his throat. Wanted to release, but he fought off the urge building inside him.