Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

“ H ow’d you get so good at bowling?”

Mason grinned at him before taking a huge bite of his taco. “Me, Vinnie, Penny, and Ollie used to be part of a bowling league.”

Tomas glanced up at the ceiling, trying to imagine Ollie in bowling shoes.

Laughing, Mason finished the last of his taco. “I know exactly what you’re thinking, but he actually bought used ones, sanitized the shit out of them, and then painted and bedazzled them.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “That makes more sense. Well, I’m glad you didn’t take it easy on me.”

“You learn a lot about a man by how well he handles being defeated by someone half his size.”

Tomas leaned back in his seat, his chimichanga long gone. “Oh, yeah? What did you learn?”

Wiping his hands and mouth, he copied Tomas, leaning back on his side of the booth and holding Tomas’s gaze. “I learned that you could handle it with grace, that you never once felt the need to try and insult me or find some excuse for why you didn’t play better than I did. You let me enjoy the moment.”

Tomas wasn’t sure what to say to that, a little flustered at the soft praise. “That’s how any decent man would react,” he said gruffly.

“Key word there being decent ,” Mason said and cocked his head. “Nowadays, it seems like a rarity, don’t you think?”

Maybe. Sure, there were shitty people out there, a lot of men especially, but he was surrounded every single day by good and decent men and women. They all worked hard to support their community and to keep those at risk safe. So no, to him, it wasn’t rare, but he could understand how it may feel that way to someone outside the MC’s bubble.

“You’re keeping better company now,” he said, admiring the way Mason bit his lip. He’d worn a tight, short-sleeve shirt and jeans for their date, giving Tomas a fantastic view and distracting him every single time it was Mason’s turn on their lane.

“Agreed,” Mason said and picked up his next taco.

They chatted for a while about Tank’s birthday party and some of the places Mason and Vinnie had visited while they were in Georgia. Their conversation was easy and flowed from topic to topic without any awkward pauses.

“I’m sort of surprised you didn’t order the tamales,” Tomas said after Mason finally finished his third taco. “You seemed to enjoy Jill’s quite a bit the other night.”

Mason slapped a hand to his chest and gasped dramatically. “I would never cheat on your sister like that.”

Tomas laughed, deep and loud, turning a few heads in their direction, but both of them ignored the stares. “Just when you’ve got me convinced you’re nothing but sweetness, you pull out that sass.”

“I have to keep you interested somehow.”

“That is not ever going to be an issue,” Tomas assured him, pleased as shit when Mason blushed and dropped his gaze to the table.

“Good to know.” He cleared his throat and changed the subject. “Is your family from Mexico?”

Tomas nodded. “A couple generations back. My abuela came here when she was newly married, and my mom and her siblings were born here.”

“Are you close with them?”

Shrugging, he took a sip of the beer he’d been nursing since they’d been seated. “My abuela died a decade ago, and my mom moved down to Arizona a few years back, said she was tired of the winters here. I talk to her on the phone quite often, but I don’t get down there to visit with her as much as I’d like. Luckily, Jill and her husband go at least once a year with the kids.”

“Your dad?” Mason asked softly.

Tomas shook his head. “He died when I was young. Cancer.”

Mason slid his hand across the table, grabbing Tomas’s and squeezing. The pain of his father’s death was an old wound, scarred over and only really hurt when he pressed on it, but he still appreciated the sweet gesture.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you, cielito.”

“My parents died when I was in high school in a car accident,” Mason offered with a sad sort of smile of commiseration.

It was Tomas’s turn to clutch at his hand as sympathy ripped through him. He couldn’t imagine losing both of his parents at the same time. “Who’d you end up living with?”

“Vinnie and his parents. We only had two years left of school, and I was over there all the time before that, so it seemed like a natural fit. Especially since I didn’t have any other family in the state. They were able to get approved as emergency foster parents and then went through the process of legally adopting me. It took nearly the whole two years,” he added, his voice a little distant.

“Are you still close with his folks, then?”

Mason shook his head. “Not long before we graduated, they found out that Vinnie and I were a couple, not just best friends, and they kicked us out right afterward, and we haven’t seen them since.”

“That’s fucking ridiculous,” Tomas said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe people who do shit like that. Has it just been the two of you since you were eighteen, then?”

Mason nodded. “We struggled at first. Vinnie knew what he wanted to be and was able to get into the two-year program at a community college to be a respiratory therapist, but I had a hard time figuring it out. I did about a year and a half at the university here in town before I finally accepted that it wasn’t for me and ended up dropping out.”

He glanced at Tomas then, a little vulnerable, like he was worried Tomas would think worse of him for not having a college degree.

“It’s not for everyone,” Tomas agreed. “I was in my thirties before I finished my master’s. Jill got a certificate from a community college—something computer related—and then she and David opened the restaurant. Everyone has their own path.”

Mason stared at him for a long second and then exclaimed, “You have a master’s degree?”

Tomas chuckled. “I do. I have an MBA.”

“You have an MBA and you spend your days managing a bunch of unruly bikers?”

“There’s a little bit more to it than that,” he defended good-naturedly, “but essentially, yes.”

“I don’t know why I’m so surprised,” Mason said, shaking his head. “It’s not like I think you’re not smart enough for that. It’s just not what I was expecting.”

“It’s alright, cielito. I’m not insulted.”

“Well, good, because that’s impressive as hell. It goes along with all the other impressive things you and the MC do.”

Tomas shrugged. “A lot of that is due to other people. It’s rarely just me.”

Making a face like he didn’t believe him, Mason asked, “How did you guys get involved helping the shelter?”

“When Six joined up, he didn’t really talk a lot?—”

“Unlike now?” Mason said sarcastically.

“Don’t sass me when I’m telling you something.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” Mason said softly, glancing out at the rest of the restaurant, but no one was paying them attention anymore.

Tomas gave his hand a quick squeeze, letting him know it was okay—the sassing and the honorific in public. “Anyway, Six didn’t talk a lot, so it took me a while to realize he was visiting his mom pretty regularly and helping her out with stuff and that the two of them volunteered at SAVE every week.”

“That’s the DV shelter, right?”

Tomas nodded. “Yeah. Six mostly was doing maintenance and repairs, fixing stuff, and added some security features to the property. Then one day, he knocked on my door and said, ‘I think we should help these women.’ I thought he meant that everyone should volunteer at the shelter, which I wasn’t against, but I didn’t know if the women would be comfortable with a bunch of bikers coming around constantly.”

Mason giggled. “That’s a fair point.”

“He said he’d been talking to the director, Gayle, and they’d come up with an idea. And that’s how the red phone was born. He and I brought it to the club, and we voted to help during emergency situations. It was a little while later when we added going to court hearings.”

“That’s so amazing,” Mason said, eyes a little wide. “The fact that he was volunteering there anyway and that he came up with this other, bigger way to help and that everyone just embraced it? It’s truly incredible.”

“Not everyone embraced it right away, but people got on board, or they got the fuck out.” He grinned at Mason’s surprised look. “We’ve always been a very community-oriented club. Back when I co-founded the Devil’s Hands down in Louisiana, we were the opposite of that. The clubhouse was out in the middle of the bayou. We lived on the fringes of society, and that’s the way we wanted it. But it got exhausting fast. One of the founders, Damian, started doing some real illegal shit, got into guns and racketeering, so me and the other founder bounced. He went west, and I went north. I almost didn’t start a new chapter I was so turned off by everything that had happened.”

“Why did you?” Mason asked.

“You get used to the camaraderie.” He laughed, a little self-conscious. “It’s different than just friends or family. The bond you form with the people in a club with you is different. You have each other’s backs. You have to be able to trust them with your life.”

“I like that,” Mason said. “You’re lucky.”

“I am lucky,” Tomas agreed. “Although, I could do without some of the damn paperwork.”

Mason burst into laughter. “What kind of paperwork does a motorcycle club have?”

Tomas groaned dramatically. “You’d be surprised.”

“No, for real. What do you do, holed up in your office all the time?”

He hesitated, reluctant to share something for the first time that evening. Confessing his struggles with his workload didn’t seem like first-date material, but they’d already talked about their parents’ deaths and a whole host of other topics. Plus, it wasn’t like they didn’t know each other.

He was hoping to build something long term and with the sort of depth that a D/s relationship required. He needed to be open and honest.

“How much do you know about the businesses the MC is involved with?”

Mason shook his head. “I think Ollie mentioned once that you guys co-owned your sister’s restaurant. Is that right?”

Tomas nodded. “It is. They started struggling during the recession and were going to have to shut down. Instead, I used some of the club’s money to invest in them. We also help by going there and eating quite often, having her cater different events for the MC, stuff like that.”

“Well, that was nice of you guys, but where did the club get the money to begin with?”

Tomas hesitated and then said, “Some of it was dues the members pay, but… most of it was from my personal accounts.”

“That you earned after getting your degree, Mr. MBA?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve always been good with money and knowing when and how to invest it.”

“Does Jill know that it was basically just you buying into her restaurant?”

“Not at first,” Tomas admitted with a grin. “When she found out later, she tried to pay me back, and I refused. That’s how I end up with a freezer full of tamales once a month.”

“What?” Mason asked, laughing.

“She never wanted to just serve Mexican food, but she likes to do a monthly special where people can order takeout or come in, and all they serve all day is tamales. It’s incredibly popular. And I always end up with a shit-ton. She likes to say that it’s how she’s paying me back for the loan, but I don’t consider it a loan.”

“That’s hilarious,” Mason said, shaking his head with a wide smile. “So I ate your loan repayment tamales?”

“You did, though I didn’t tell her. She probably would just try and give me more next time.”

“What other businesses is the club involved with?” Mason asked, folding his hands on the table and leaning forward.

“We also co-own the bar.”

“The one in front of the clubhouse? The Devil’s Garrote?”

Tomas nodded. “Demarcus manages it. It was his baby long before I came along and realized what a good investment it would be.”

“Is that it?”

Tomas shook his head. “We also own about a dozen rental properties.”

“Rental properties?” Mason said in surprise. “Like houses?”

“Most of the housing in the area is geared toward college students. So when we can, we buy properties and rent them to non-students, first-time renters, and young families. People like that, who would struggle to find a place to live in the area otherwise.”

Mason stared at him.

“What?” Tomas touched his face, wondering if he’d had food on it the whole time.

He cleared his throat and glanced away. “Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.”

“You’re right. It’s not, but I’ll tell you later. What else?”

Tomas narrowed his eyes but decided to let it go. “We also own a club downtown that the students like to go to. It’s a pretty popular place. I tried to get in on Viper’s studio, but she was too smart to let anyone else near that. And we’re working on a garage with towing services, but the man I want to run it is playing hard to get.”

Mason swallowed. “Is that it?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s quite the portfolio.”

“It is. And the way the MC is structured, it makes things complicated. So… lots of paperwork.”

“Is that why Marv’s always in your office?”

Tomas chuckled. “Yes, thank fuck. I finally convinced him to actually be the club’s Treasurer, so he’s been helping me get things more organized. Plus, he likes to come in regularly and scold me for improperly managing the club’s assets.”

Mason sat up straight, spine completely stiff. “Excuse me? He’s criticizing the way you’re running the club?”

God, he was adorable when he was all upset on Tomas’s behalf.

“No, not exactly,” he chuckled. “He just feels like we’re stretched too thin.”

Mason narrowed his eyes and looked at him, really looked at him. “You mean he’s worried you’re stretched too thin.”

Tomas pulled a face but nodded. “Yeah, people try and help out where they can, but a lot of people are busy with their regular jobs—including Marv—and with their families, so it all kind of falls on my shoulders.”

“That’s bullshit. You can’t do all that on your own! Not to mention making sure everyone’s covering their shifts for the red phone and that people are showing up to court when they need to, and any other million tasks that you’re doing that I don’t even know about.”

“Well, somebody’s got to pay the bills so the lights stay on.” He said it lightly, even though he’d been feeling the same way for a while.

“That’s what the Treasurer is for!” he exclaimed.

The table closest to them was an older couple, maybe in their sixties. The man looked over at Mason and scowled. “Do you mind keeping it down? Not everyone in the restaurant needs to hear everything going on in your life.”

Immediately, Mason shrunk in on himself, eyes downcast. “Sorry.”

Anger ate at his insides. Tomas held his hand out, and Mason taking it right away helped douse some of the flames, but he still turned to the old man and said, “How about you mind your own fucking business, or else I’ll come over there and teach you some damn manners?”

The guy jerked back in alarm and then waved their server down, asking for their meals to go and saying they’d be waiting in their car. Within two minutes, he and his wife were outside, scurrying into their vehicle. Once the coast was clear, he turned back to Mason, surprised to find him fighting back laughter, his hand covering his mouth to muffle the sounds.

“That was a little extreme, Mr. We Care about the Community.”

He made sure he had Mason’s attention before he said, “No one’s talking to you like that, not in front of me.”

His laughter dried up quickly, and they stared at each other. The tension between them ratcheted up from the low simmer it’d been since Mason had climbed into his truck in those fuck-me jeans.

Mason licked his lips. “Do you know what I do for a living?”

Unperturbed by the change in subject, Tomas shook his head. “Ollie said something about content creation, but I’m going to be honest, cielito, I don’t know what that means.”

Mason gave him a weak smile and then swallowed and said in a soft voice, “I have a channel on a site called… Discreet Gazes.”

Tomas stared at him, his mind churning, trying to put the dots together. “Like a YouTube channel?”

“Sort of,” Mason said, “but Discreet Gazes caters to people who… like to watch.”

“Watch what?” Tomas asked.

“Other people. Sexually,” he added when Tomas still stared at him blankly.

“Oh.” He thought about the ring light set up in Mason’s room at the clubhouse pointed toward the bed. “ Oh .”

“Yeah,” Mason said slowly, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. He leaned over the table and said softly, “I mostly just use toys or my fingers to fuck myself, but people pay fifteen dollars a month to have access to all my videos and pictures.”

“Fifteen dollars?” Tomas said, frowning. “Are you sure you’re charging enough?”

He wasn’t sure there was a limit to what he’d pay to have unfettered access to watching Mason fingering himself or using a dildo to fuck himself. His cock thickened in his jeans at the images his brain was conjuring, and he had to adjust in his seat when it grew uncomfortable.

Mason sank his teeth into his bottom lip, eyes on the table. When he lifted them, there was humor in his gaze. “I have a few hundred subscribers.”

“A few hundred?” Tomas asked incredulously.

“Yeah, a little over three.”

Tomas leaned forward so their faces were only inches apart above their empty plates. “Are you telling me that you make about five grand a month just jerking yourself off on camera?”

Mason rolled his lips over his teeth, snorting and nodding. “That’s what I’m saying, yeah.”

“Well, that’s just impressive,” he finally said, mind blown.

“Thank you. Some people don’t like it, so before things went further, I wanted to let you know.”

Tomas sank his fingers into Mason’s hair and tugged him forward another couple of inches, leaving only a breath between their mouths. “Cielito, I’m the president of a motorcycle club. If you think some dirty videos are going to bother me, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“What if someone finds out that you’re dating someone who’s a camboy?”

Tomas easily read between the lines. “You mean, what if my family finds out?”

Mason’s head barely moved as he tried to nod, but Tomas held him firm. “I don’t want to come between you and your family.”

“If my family has a problem with it, they can bring it to me. But considering they’ve known I’m poly for over a decade and none of them had a problem with it, I doubt this would make a difference.”

“Yeah? Are you sure?”

“Shit, cielito, I’m so sure.”

“Should we get out of here?” Mason asked softly.

Before Tomas could say hell yes, someone appeared at the edge of their table.

“Tomas, it’s so good to see you,” a man said in Spanish.

He released Mason and leaned back, looking up at owner of the restaurant. He responded in Spanish, knowing the man preferred it. “Fernando, how are you?”

“I’m good. Very good. Business has been great. I appreciate you and your friends coming in so often.”

“It’s not exactly a hardship,” Tomas said, giving him a small smile. “As long as you continue making such excellent food, we’ll keep coming back.”

“I’ll do my best,” Fernando said with a chuckle, then looked at Mason before smiling at Tomas. “On a date?”

“We are.”

“I’ll let you get back to it.”

“We were actually just about to head out. Can you have our server bring the check over?”

Fernando waved his hand in the air. “No, your money’s no good tonight. You take your nice young man and go have fun.”

Tomas held out his hand. “Thank you, friend.” After Fernando left, he turned to Mason and switched back to English. “Let’s get out of here.”

They were halfway back to his house when Mason said, “I still can’t believe you left that woman a fifty-dollar tip.”

Tomas chuckled. “The owner comped our meal. What was I supposed to do? Not leave a tip at all?”

“Our bill wasn’t going to be two hundred and fifty dollars.” Mason shook his head, but he was smiling at Tomas in a way he wanted to see all the fucking time. It made him feel ten feet tall.

“You know, considering how much money you make, you’re kind of stingy.”

Mason gasped. “That is not true. I’m just saying, that was a huge tip for a Tuesday night.”

“Everyone could use a big tip every once in a while.” He turned and winked at Mason, who rolled his eyes.

“Is that a sex joke?”

“Only if you want it to be, cielito.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously handsome, you mean.”

Laughing, he playfully slapped at Tomas’s arm. “Nope, just plain ridiculous. Now, tell me more about what you do for the club. It’s more than just managing the businesses that you guys own, right?”

“Some days,” Tomas said, reaching over to grip the back of Mason’s seat. “I try to be available as much as possible for members in case they have things they need help with or need assistance on a red phone call. And then sometimes I have Chamber of Commerce meetings I have to go to or other stuff that takes me out into the community. Lately, I’ve been dealing with the new fucking mayor and sheriff.”

Mason glanced at him sharply. “Are they targeting the club?”

“In a way,” Tomas said. “Nothing explicit, but they both ran on campaigns that were basically veiled threats of getting rid of the club. Now the health inspector tried to get Jill’s restaurant shut down, and I had to basically threaten him with legal action to get him to redo it and then stand there the whole time.”

“They made up stuff wrong with her restaurant?”

“Oh, yeah,” Tomas said. “She runs a tight ship and a clean-as-fuck kitchen. When she showed me the list of citations, I about shit my pants. It was all bullshit cross-contamination risk stuff, like people not properly cleaning and spoiled food being kept in the walk-in. It was all ridiculous.”

“That’s crazy. Are you worried about it?” Mason asked, laying a hand on Tomas’s thigh.

He took a breath and let it out slowly as they turned onto the road that the clubhouse was on. “Some,” he admitted, glancing over at Mason. “The guys have to be very aware of what they’re doing, especially when they’re out on red phone calls. Shit’s always tense and potentially dangerous, but when you have the county sheriff looking to make his bones by putting a few of you in jail, things can get dicey a lot quicker.”

“That’s scary,” Mason said softly.

Tomas looked at him. “I don’t want you to worry about it. That’s something that I’m going to handle. Sometimes people just need to be reminded.”

“Reminded of what?”

“Who the fuck they’re dealing with.”

“I can’t believe you live right next door to the clubhouse,” Mason said with a laugh as they walked in the front door.

Tomas shrugged. “I was lucky enough to pick it up for a bargain, and I’ve been working on fixing it up since.”

Mason looked around with wide eyes. “I can tell. Considering the outside looks like the whole place might be falling down soon, but it’s really nice in here.”

Tomas closed the door behind them. “Are you telling me my house is shitty-looking from the outside?”

Whirling around, Mason smiled innocently at him. “I mean, I didn’t say it like that, but if the shoe fits.”

“Such a sassy boy.”

Mason moved closer to him, and Tomas leaned against the door behind him, letting Mason get all up in his space, sliding his hands up and around his shoulders. “You like it?”

Tomas smiled. “I do. You remember what we talked about in the car?”

He nodded. “I remember, and I know how the traffic light system works.”

At the verbal eye roll, Tomas brought his hand down on Mason’s ass in a quick, sharp spank. Mason sucked in a breath, staring at him with wide, begging eyes. “And you’ll use the traffic light system if you need to.”

“I will if I need to, but I doubt I will,” he said, running his teeth over his bottom lip.

“You said the other day you are interested in the rules Six and Ollie have. Can you tell me what kinds of rules you’re interested in having with me?”

Mason licked his lips. “I really only like one of their rules. The rest, we can figure out what we want together.”

“Okay, which one do you like?”

“The one where unless Ollie is sick or safe words, Six has complete access to his body whenever and however he wants.”

Tomas let out a low sound, gripping Mason and tugging him even closer. “You can’t just say shit like that to me, cielito.”

“But I want to. I want to be available to you like that.”

Tomas ran his tongue over his teeth, all sorts of scenarios running through his head. “Alright, we’ll consider that our first rule. Are you sick right now?”

Mason shook his head slowly, a small grin starting to form on his lips.

“Do you need to safe word?”

He shook his head again, eyes nearly shining with eagerness.

“Then let’s go upstairs so you can see the surprise I got you.”

Mason raced up the steps ahead of him, pausing just at the top until Tomas told him which door to go in. By the time he reached his bedroom, Mason had lifted the flogger he’d left on the foot of the bed and was running his fingers through the strands.

“You got this for me, for us? Can we try it a little?”

“Absolutely.”

Mason set it back on the bed and then moved toward Tomas, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. He watched, entranced, as some of the tension from his shoulders and around his eyes melted away. Then Mason stood there and waited for Tomas to tell him what to do, looking more at peace than he’d ever seen him.

“Such a good boy,” Tomas said, clasping the sides of his neck and tugging him upward as he bent forward and took his mouth for the first time, claiming him in a kiss, possessing him with his lips, teeth, and tongue.

Mason easily followed his lead, never once pushing for more.

“You’re doing so good,” Tomas said against his wet lips. “You’re being so good for me.”

Mason whimpered softly. “Thank you, Daddy.”

He pressed a few more lingering kisses to those tempting lips, the same ones he’d been thinking about since he first saw them when Mason rolled down his window and looked up at him with wet eyes. Before he could get too lost in their taste, he forced himself to pull back. “Strip, and then clasp your hands behind your head.”

Mason quickly did as he was told, efficiently stripping down and folding his clothes, leaving them in a neat pile on the floor.

Tomas raised a brow. “Given the state of your room at the clubhouse, I’m assuming that’s for me.”

Flushing, Mason ducked his head as he clasped his hands behind his neck and spread his feet out a little wider, securing his stance. “I noticed you prefer things neat.”

“I do. I appreciate you taking the extra effort. That was very kind and thoughtful, cielito.”

Mason’s lids dropped to half-mast, a shiver working down his body at the words. He hadn’t been wrong about liking to be praised, and Tomas planned on heaping it on him as often as he could.

He took a minute to truly appreciate how beautiful Mason was, running his eyes all the way from his slightly disheveled, wavy hair down to his perfectly painted red toenails.

And all of the delicious spots in between.

Under his scrutiny, Mason’s dick hardened and lengthened, flushing with color.

“You’re so gorgeous with clothes on, but without… you’re a fucking masterpiece.”

The smile Mason gave him was full of happiness and gratitude, his cheeks turning a light pink and his cock giving a small jerk. His boy really loved to be appreciated.

“Now, turn around, and let me enjoy the back.”

Mason spun, moving so quickly he nearly stumbled, but he quickly righted himself and straightened his spine, elbows straight out and fingers interlocked at the back of his head.

He wasn’t heavily muscled, and now that Tomas knew what he did for a living, he had to figure that was a specific choice, considering how often he used the club’s gym while he’d been staying there. But there was no denying the strength in his body, the stance emphasizing his shoulders, back, and biceps.

It didn’t take long for him to home in on that perfect, plump ass he’d been doing his best not to stare at for the last month. He stepped forward and cupped one cheek, giving it a squeeze and then a quick slap, watching his creamy white skin ripple.

Mason gasped, muscles in his legs and ass tensing before releasing as he let out his breath with a small shudder.

“Thank you for trusting me with this,” Tomas said softly, wanting to make sure Mason understood he didn’t take his submission for granted.

No matter how much he wanted him, and Vinnie too, he would still cherish every moment they had together. The fact he was able to find two boys practically under his nose who fit together so perfectly and slotted into his own desires and wants nearly had him falling to his knees in thanks.

Instead, he picked up the flogger, shook it out, and watched goose bumps rise on the back of Mason’s arms. “What color?”

“Green,” Mason said immediately. “So very, very green.”

Grinning, Tomas flicked the strands of leather at the plump skin of his ass.

And then a little harder.

And then harder still, moving back and forth from one side to the other, down onto his thighs and then across his shoulders.

He let himself fall into a rhythm, watching as Mason squirmed, nearly dancing in place at times, as he sighed and moaned in the quiet room. Tomas worked him slowly and methodically, paying careful attention to every finger twitch and sound, twice stopping to step around Mason and study his face and both times finding him blissed-out.

As a reward, Tomas jerked his cock a couple of times before moving back behind him and resuming the flogging.

“Your skin’s getting so pink. It’s beautiful. It looks perfect on you,” he praised, voice gruff with his own arousal.

He struck the same spot a few times to hear Mason cry out. “Oh god!”

“You’re doing such a good job, taking this so well. I’m proud of you, cielito.”

Mason made a soft, helpless sound and dropped his head back.

Tomas took it as his signal, tossing the flogger aside and stepping up close, pressing his clothed body against Mason’s naked skin, knowing the roughness of his jeans would feel deliciously painful against all his sensitive spots.

Moaning, Mason pressed back against him, tipping his head back onto Tomas’s shoulder. His face was slack, eyes closed and cheeks flushed.

Tomas couldn’t stop himself from running his hands over every inch he could reach, nuzzling into his neck. He flicked the piercing in Mason’s belly button and deliberately avoided his straining cock until Mason was squirming against him, pleading softly.

“Please, Daddy. I need it. Need you. Need more. Please, god.”

Desire clenched his guts, his cock jerking against Mason, who moaned at the feeling. “On the bed,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into the side of Mason’s neck.

He pressed his lips together to hold back a chuckle as Mason practically threw himself onto the large bed, scrambling on hands and knees until he was right in the middle and then flopping onto his back. He groaned and moved his arms and legs like he was making a snow angel on the comforter, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“Feel good?” Tomas asked as he stripped his shirt off and then unbuckled his belt.

“So good,” Mason said breathily, tipping his head up to peer down his body and watch as Tomas toed off his boots and socks and then let his jeans and underwear drop to the ground. He didn’t bother folding his clothes like his perfect boy had, too intent on getting as close to him as possible.

Mason’s eyes widened as Tomas situated himself over his body, his attention completely focused on Tomas’s dick. “I wasn’t expecting the piercings.”

He sat back on his heels and grinned as he stroked himself a few times. He had a Jacob’s ladder on the top side, four looped piercings stacked down the middle, starting about half an inch under his cockhead.

“You’ll have to tell me if you like it.”

Mason licked his lips. “Oh, I’m going to like it.”

He had a feeling that was true, and he couldn’t wait to find out. He reached over Mason to pull open his bedside table and grab a bottle of lube. It took him mere moments to slick up his shaft and fingers.

“Spread your legs for me, cielito,” he said lowly, eyes on Mason’s ass.

Planting his feet on the bed, Mason spread his thighs, fingers dancing over his chest and stomach, touching himself in an easy and familiar way.

Tomas pulled one of his cheeks aside, humming appreciatively. “You’re so smooth everywhere.”

“Waxing nights with Ollie and the others,” Mason said, voice distracted and hips shifting restlessly.

“Oh, that’s right,” Tomas murmured. “I’ve heard about the infamous waxing nights. I can’t say I hate the results.”

He rubbed a small circle around Mason’s furled hole, watching him squirm and bite his lip. Leaning forward, he used his tongue to flick the ring in Mason’s belly button, then laid soft, lingering kisses up his stomach to his chest. As he sucked one of his pert little nipples into his mouth, he pushed his finger inside an inch.

“Fuck, cielito, you’re so hot and tight in your little hole. I just know you’re going to feel like absolute heaven wrapped around my cock.”

“Daddy,” Mason moaned, fingers clutching at his shoulders as Tomas used his teeth to add a little zip to the nipple play and eased his finger the rest of the way inside him. “More, please?”

“More what? More kisses to your pretty nipples? More fingers inside your sexy little hole? Or more sweet words letting you know how perfect you are?”

“Oh god.” Mason arched against him, holding Tomas’s face against his chest and rubbing his weeping cock on his belly. “All of it, Daddy. Feels so good.”

“I love when you beg,” Tomas growled, switching to his other pec and licking around his pebbled nub. “It’s so sexy.”

He fucked his finger into Mason’s willing body, grunting when Mase squeezed down on him. Taking the hint, he worked a second finger inside him and moved up to kiss Mason’s collarbones and neck. His panting breaths rang out in the silent room, the only other sound the wet squelch from the lube as Tomas shoved his fingers inside him over and over.

Unable to resist, he found a spot on Mason’s throat that made him gasp and sucked a dark bruise into his pale skin. Mason’s nails dug into his shoulders, and his thighs encircled his waist, practically hanging off Tomas’s body.

“God, yes. Leave marks on me so everyone knows.”

“What will they know, changuito?”

“That I belong to someone,” Mason said hoarsely.

“That’s right.” Tomas pulled his fingers free and lined up his cock. He held Mason’s bright eyes as he forced his flared head past his twitching hole and straight into heavenly heat. They both moaned, Mason’s eyes fluttering, his wet lips parted wantonly. “You belong to me. You and Vinnie. You’re mine. My perfect boys. My filthy possessions.”

Mason sucked in a breath, his whole body shuddering as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Say it again.”

“You’re mine, changuito. I own you and this perfect hole, and I get to have it whenever I want.”

Driving his hips forward, he sank all the way into his body, not stopping until he was flush against the warm skin of Mason’s ass. His little monkey clung to him, crying out.

“I was right. Dear god, please fuck me. Those piercings…”

He grabbed Mason’s legs, propping them into the crooks of his elbows and tipping his ass up for an even better angle, and then pushed into him again. Mason choked on his next breath, fingers tangling in Tomas’s hair and tugging painfully.

“Daddy! Right there, right there, right there.”

Feeling feral, he pulled out almost all the way and then shoved forward once more, driving them up the bed. Mason kept a tight hold on his hair and his cock, making the sexiest fucking grunts every time Tomas slammed home.

His headboard smacking into the wall became the steady beat of the soundtrack as they lost themselves in each other. Tomas tasted as much of his skin as he could reach, watching the pleasure build to what looked like a painful level in Mason’s face.

His own need to come was riding him hard, speeding up his strokes until his whole rhythm was lost. He jackhammered into Mason’s hole, chasing that release and pushing his boy right to the edge as well with his piercings rubbing against his prostate.

Mason made a soft keening sound that grew in volume with each slam of Tomas’s hips until his head jerked back, whole body bearing down on Tomas’s dick, and he grunted. Come shot from Mason’s untouched cock between them, smearing on their stomachs.

“That was fucking gorgeous,” Tomas snarled, shifting so he was sitting upright, one of Mason’s thighs over his shoulder and lifting his ass off the mattress. “You’re taking my cock so well, changuito. So perfect. I’m going to live in this tight hole.”

Mason moaned, body turning lax in his hold as he came down from his orgasm.

“I’m going to use it right now, make myself come, and leave it deep inside you,” Tomas said, speeding up once more. “That’s what you want, right? To make Daddy feel good?”

“Yes, god yes,” Mason croaked. “Use me.”

He did. He fucked his boy to within an inch of both of their lives and then drove himself as deep as he could get when he started to shoot, coating his insides and leaving his mark there too.

Muscles twitching and breaths heavy, he stayed kneeling for a long few moments, letting the delicious feeling of released tension sink all the way down into his bones. When his cock started to soften, he pulled out and let himself flop onto the bed next to Mason, tugging him into his arms.

That was all the encouragement he needed, splaying himself half over Tomas’s body and holding on tight as they just breathed and relaxed in the quiet intimacy between them.

Mason clutched at him even after his breathing leveled out. Tomas swept his hand from the back of his neck all the way down his spine to cup his ass and then back up. He was getting drowsy, wondering if he should make sure Mason knew he was staying the night, when Mason made a soft, questioning noise.

“Okay?” Tomas asked, his parched throat turning it into little more than a croak.

“Do you… Would you maybe want to record a video for my channel sometime?”

He asked it so softly, almost tentative, like he honestly thought Tomas would say no. “Sure. Have anything particular in mind?”

“Not yet, but those piercings of yours will be the stars no matter what.”

He snorted and gave his cheek another squeeze. “Glad you’re a fan.”

“You could say that, yes.” Mason somehow scooted closer, pressing his face more fully into his neck. “I had another idea.”

“Hit me, changuito.”

His wet tongue slid up his throat. “What does that mean?”

“Little monkey.” He grinned into the darkness, wondering how Mason would take it. Considering how tightly he’d been wrapped around Tomas for the last half an hour, it fit his boy perfectly.

Mason snorted and nuzzled into him. “You think you’re so cute.”

“No, you’re cute. My adorable changuito.” After Mason nipped at his neck, he pinched the tender underside of one of his cheeks. “What was your idea?”

Huffing, Mason resettled. “You need help.”

“You want to be my therapist?”

“You’re ridiculous.” Mason kissed his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. “I meant with all the work on your plate. I could… help you.”

The offer hung in the air around them, and Tomas swallowed, emotions welling up inside him. “You want to be my assistant?”

“You need help,” he said again, softer.

“I do,” he agreed, running the idea through his mind. “I can’t pay much.”

“I don’t need to get paid.” Mason chuckled. “I make plenty with my channel, but this way, we can spend, you know, more time together.”

“I’d like that,” he said, meaning it. He’d also have to make sure he spent plenty of one-on-one time with Vinnie once he started back at the hospital. “Are you sure?”

Mason nodded, bumping Tomas’s chin. “I’m sure. And if I’m in your office with you, that gives you plenty of opportunities to take me whenever you want.”

He practically purred at the notion. “That’s true.”

“You’ll think about it?”

Pressing a kiss to his wild hair, he said quietly, “I don’t need to think about it. I’ll take any opportunity to spend time with you.”