His lover grinned. “Because I bought you a piano?”
“Because you make me laugh. You think I’m funny, too. You’re loyal and honest. You make me want to live, and when I play, you see the music.”
“Then my plan succeeded.” Mason stood and held his hand out for Gavin. “Take me home, music man. I’ll show you that you’re doing the same thing to me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“It’s been a long day. I need to take a shower.”
Mason closed the door behind them as they stepped into Gavin’s house. Christ, how the hell did this happen? He’d been with Isaac for years and had never fallen in love with him. Yes, he had love for his oldest friend, but he hadn’t been in love with him, yet he felt himself taking a header right over the same cliff Gavin told him he leaped from.
“I’m going to join you,” Mason told his lover, already following him down the hallway.
“That’s fine, but I want to fuck you in my bed.”
Mason grabbed his arm as he went to turn into the bathroom. “What if I want you to take me in the shower?”
“Then I guess I’ll do both.”
Mason laughed. “Ah, think you can go twice in a row, huh? You must be feeling pretty fucking horny.”
Gavin pulled on his earlobe. “You can’t handle it?” He gave Mason this cocky, sort of grin. Oh, he could handle it, all right.
“I can take anything you want to give me. Hell, I fucking want it.” Only he didn’t plan on having Gavin fuck him in the shower, anyway. He had something else in mind.
Gavin pulled off his shirt, and then tossed it to the floor. Leaning into the shower, he turned on the faucets. His back was sexy, muscular and strong. Mason took advantage, kissing his way down Gavin’s spine as he got the water to the correct temperature.
“Mmm, that feels good.”
“I like the taste of your skin. I taste your soap and a hard day’s work on your body at the same time.” Mason fucking loved that. He kept going down, ran his tongue in a line at the top of Gavin’s jeans, tasting the skin there as well.
Gavin tensed up. “If you don’t stop, I’m not going to have a choice except to fuck you in the shower.”
“No fucking. Just playing.” Mason swatted Gavin’s ass. “Get undressed.”
As Gavin did as he said, Mason undressed as well. It was no time before they were both naked and climbing into the shower. It wasn’t nearly big enough for the two of them but they’d make due. The second they were inside, Mason took Gavin’s mouth. Their tongues twined together, their bodies molded against each other in the same way. Mason held Gavin’s face between his hands as he ravaged the man’s mouth.
Water cascaded between them as he thrust his prick against Gavin’s. His lover reached down, wrapped his hands around them both as they worked their cocks together.
“That’s enough.” Mason pulled away even though it about killed him. “No fucking in the shower, remember? You’re the one who insisted on the bed.”
“I changed my mind.” Gavin reached for him but Mason shook his head.
“You’re teasing me.”
“You like it.” And the truth was, teasing Gavin meant teasing himself. He wanted to come—in Gavin’s mouth, or with Gavin’s cock in his mouth. Either way would work, he just needed an orgasm, but he forced himself to hold off.
Mason picked up the soap, lathered his body, and then handed it to Gavin. “We’re both going to have our mouths on every inch of each other’s bodies. Clean up.”
Gavin took the soap from Mason with a smile. He obviously liked the idea as much as Mason did.
***
Gavin rinsed his body and then turned to Mason. He’d already finished, and he had his back to Gavin, his hands flat on the shower wall. Gavin graced the curves and dips of his muscled arms, down his back, and then back up again.
“Give me your mouth,” Mason told him, and damned if his whole body didn’t shutter in anticipation.
He grabbed Mason’s head, tilted it to the side, and then covered Mason’s mouth with his own. He worked to show Mason how hungry he was for him, how much he wanted him as he owned his mouth, while his dick rubbed up and down his crack.
And then he kissed his way down Mason’s back to give the man what he really wanted. What Gavin wanted, too. Water poured over his face as he kneeled behind his lover. It was distracting. All he wanted was Mason’s ass, so he reached behind him and turned it off. “They make it look so hot in porn, but it’s annoying me. I just want you.”
