This isn't what friends do

60. Mason; all yours

The fact we were both naked and in the shower wasn’t even in my head right now, not until he pulled back and again he was swiping the bubbles over me with a grin.

“Stop worrying what people will think.” He kissed my forehead again after the words left his mouth.


Somehow we mostly kept our hands to ourselves during our shower afterwards too as we both dressed in fresh boxers and me a t-shirt before we slipped into bed again under the covers this time. I didn’t think twice about going straight to his side and just as instinctively he brought me to him his arm over me holding me on his chest. We didn’t have work tomorrow it being a Saturday and I was so excited to see how we would be together I just wanted to go to sleep already. I wasn’t sure if his Dad would be working or not but I wouldn’t mind either. If he was we would be alone again and who now knows what would happen whenever we got this place to ourselves but if he was home I’d like to ask Brandon what he thought about me openly speaking to him and admitting my sexuality even if he thinks he already knows. If he gives me a positive response which I’m ninety odd percent sure he would then I’d be a little more confident to speak to mine at some point.

I slept amazing only waking up because the lump under me was fidgeting making me groan in annoyance at being woken. “Good morning prince charming.” I heard stopping my grumpy mood quickly making me smile. I pulled myself up opening my eyes which didn’t feel heavy in the slightest making me wonder what time it was. Brandon was holding his phone in his hand that hadn’t been around me watching something on YouTube only widening my smile as I realised he’d been awake some time and hadn’t moved me.

“What time is it?” I asked pulling a hand through my crazy bedhead well aware that I probably had morning breath well actually afternoon breath because Brandon was telling me just gone twelve.

“How long have you been awake?” I felt guilty for sleeping in so long hoping he’d slept just as well as me even if he was now flexing his arm I’d given him back as if he had pins and needles in it.

“About twenty minutes. Not too long.” He was trying to pull me back into his lap but I desperately wanted to brush my teeth. Before I’d never of cared if I stunk or particularly looked a state because I didn’t think Brandon would ever notice or even care but right now I knew I probably was a state even if his wild hair that was no longer in a bobble instead was flopped down into his face looked stunning. He made me want to be a morning person, probably because it wasn’t even morning right now though.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” I informed him pulling back the bed sheets to get up hearing him growl a little as I did.

“Yeah I can see that.” He mumbled suddenly his arms were around my waist pulling me backwards towards him again making me giggle and cover my face not knowing what he was doing.

“What exactly were you dreaming of?” He muttered against my head his hand now sliding down my stomach making me follow it to see of course I had a boner.

Memories of my dream came flooding back at the sight of it making me moan as I did. It was about Brandon like always only normally it isn’t just a stiffy I wake up with, normally there’s a happy ending. Anyway he had me in the shower my back to him pushed into the wall as he moved in and out of me quickly making me almost scream his name as he grunted the naughtiest things to me. I couldn’t admit I’d thought about him fucking me... We may be gay together but I’m not sure if his that gay after all yesterday all I got again was another handjob, not that I’m complaining.

“That’s for me to know and-" He didn’t let me finish. “And me to find out so tell me.” He continued for me. I shook my head knowing my face was red just thinking about what my mind had dreamt up.

“Fine.” He loosened his grip on me and I thought he was giving up and was letting me go so I began to sit myself back up to go to the bathroom which was my original plan. Only he hadn’t given up and he wasn’t letting me go so I could get away he was only moving so he could tickle me knowing the exact spots that killed me. “I will tickle you until you tell me.” He threatened and within seconds I was caving.

“Oh-okay okay I-I will tell you just-just stop." I forced out between laughs and deep breaths finally he stopped grabbing a hold of me again the entire time his arms had been wrapped around me from behind as I lay against his chest. “It was you. You were being naughty saying rude things.” I left out the majority of the dream hoping he wouldn’t catch on.

“Tell me.” He pushed his mouth brushing onto my ear giving me goose bumps as he acted innocent even though my boner was quickly returning. Again I loved his slight dominance even if he hadn’t meant it in that way so I answered him without hesitation.

“You were being rough and loud asking if I liked it and then telling me I was bad. You were calling me yours and making me say it to.” I decided that would probably be enough to satisfy him without totally embarrassing me. He'd been stiff behind me as I spoke not moving or saying anything making me linger waiting for him to give me some indication what he was thinking. When he moaned that was enough to make me moan to mostly at how I wanted him to help me out and his hand fingering my boxers hemline was making me want it more.

“Is that how you like it?” He asked his breath so hot against my ear it made me bite my lip to supress my response nodding instead of screaming yes take me now.

“What about the bite I gave you-" I moaned loudly at the mention of it. “yesterday.” He continued ignoring my moaned reply. “Was that too rough for you?”

I shook my head no knowing I’d of loved more of that from him and more dirty talk and god when he moaned I could melt. His tongue flicked against my neck before his hot mouth took a hold of it tugging it harshly making me quiver and reach for myself for some relief. Seeing what I did he bit down harder with a moan pushing my hand from myself he replaced it with his own making me whimper my eyes closing. He was being rougher right now not only with the pressure on my neck and the way he was holding me through my boxers but his other hand was almost pinching a hold of me stopping me from grinding into his hand.

The sound of a knock on the bedroom door was the only thing that stopped us. Brandon let go of my neck and I yanked the covers up to cover myself knowing I had a fresh probably bright red mark on my left I lay on that side hiding it into the pillow as Brandon cleared his throat calling for his Dad to come in as he too adjusted the blankets over his lap, ha.

His Dad honestly was a scary looking guy and at first I kind of hated him well not hated but I tried everything I could to not be around him. Now though it was the farthest from that as he made me more at home here than my own Dad could.

He opened up the bedroom door standing hair neat and wearing grey loose hanging pyjama bottoms and a black t-shirt smiling like the Cheshire cat already probably convinced we had been up to something in here all morning. At least our clothes we rushed off yesterday weren’t all over the place but even if they were it wouldn’t make much difference to usual because Brandon’s were always scattered around the room.

“Morning you pair. It’s gone twelve you know? I thought you were still asleep.” He laughed eying us both smirking more so at Brandon who was rolling his eyes then checking I wasn’t giving it away too much.

“Mason may of only just woke up but I haven’t.” He dropped me in it but at least his Dad wasn’t thinking we’d been being naughty all morning if he knew I’d been asleep.

“What did you pair get up to last night?” He leant on the door frame that and his words reminding me of last night, the shower, the confessions the sex... My face felt on fire. I couldn’t stop it and I knew I was being way too obvious as Brandon tried to keep his Dad’s attention so I could compose myself more so when his Dad came and took a seat on the end of the bed I could of died.

“We went bowling with the guys. It was funny you know how we always- Dad are you listening?” He was fighting for his eyes not wanting him to see me so embarrassed. “You know how we just mess about and stuff we did that. Oh and-"

“Are you okay Mason you look really flushed?” He stopped listening interrupting Brandon’s best attempts to stop him looking at me only he looked genuinely concerned.

“Oh I think his coming down with something that’s what I was about to say if you were listening!” Brandon answered again for me and I nodded agreeing.

“Well stay in bed a little while longer no wonder you slept in.” He stood up and walked back to the bedroom his fingers wrapped the door to pull it closed as he left only he stopped and turned back around. “Brandon. Leave the poor lad alone to catch his breath.” He winked then closed the door. It was Brandon’s turn to go bright red now as I quickly lost control of my laughter not caring if his Dad heard because clearly even when we thought we had him fooled he saw straight through us.

He stopped my laughter with his mouth forcing a quick peak to me before I just as quickly pulled back away. “I have gross breath don’t.” I warned him holding up my hand to his chest.

“Mason seriously? I’ve waited who knows how long to fucking kiss you and now your stopping me? I don’t give a shit just kiss me.” His potty mouth was horrendous but still it didn’t stop me from giving in and leaning towards him to kiss him back. It was really more of a snog though, no tongues but not something people would do in front of their parents. He moaned as he licked my lower lip not happy when I pulled us apart.

“You still taste great.” He hummed licking his lips as I finally got out of bed proudly displaying my boner.

“I am now going to brush my teeth and get ready to go downstairs before your Dad thinks we are at it again.” I announced hands on my hips watching over him as he smirked away.

“Well make sure you sit on his left because that hickey is black.” He hinted at what he found so amusing making my hand fly up to where he had marked me yesterday flinching as surprisingly it stung under my fingers.

“Actually the other sides no better only its red too.”

“I don’t know what’s worse confirming he was right and we were up to no good this morning or it being obvious that we were last night either.” I still couldn’t help but smile making a note to get him back at some point. “I’m going.” I dropped the question leaving the room, door wide open behind me as I went.