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He shook his head at me. “You're so weird,” he said, throwing my words back at me.

  Grizz came around the corner with the person he had just finished an arm piece for. Grizz looked from Mason lounging in the chair, to me standing over him, invading his space. He chuckled.

  “Mason, Mills said you wanted to see me.”

  Mason stood and went to where Grizz was standing. “I want to pierce my tongue. I was hoping to set something up with you for this week.”

  “Hell, I can fit you in now.”

  I reminded Grizz that it was Saturday, which was not a regular piercing day.

  “Hush, Zachary.”

  The use of my real name had Mason giggling behind his hand. I shot both of them a look. Grizz turned his attention back to Mason.

  “Any friend of Axe's is a friend of mine. I'll even set you up for half price.”

  “Oh,” Mason said, blushing. That blush made me want to kiss him, but I resisted the urge. “You don't have to do that.”

  “Please,” was all Grizz said. “Come on back.”

  “I'm going in,” I growled, not really giving either of them a chance to fight me on it. It wasn't a request.

  Mason rolled his eyes at me.

  Grizz smirked. “I figured.”

  I didn't ask what he meant by that. We both knew what I was feeling, even if I refused to acknowledge it.

  I followed Grizz and Mason back to the piercing room. The room wasn't decorated since it wasn't used all the time, and Grizz wanted to hire someone full time. So we left it bare so when the time came our new piercer could add their personal touch.

  The process went fairly quickly. Grizz let Mason pick what color ball he wanted on the end of his ring. I was surprised when he picked green and not purple. I had seen him in nothing but purple and blue since I had met him.

  Grizz was efficent and quick when he pierced. He told Mason to breathe in when he stuck the needle in and breathe out when he passed the needle through his tongue. Mason only winced, and I was impressed. I have seen bigger men then him cry and jump when the needle touched their skin.

  Mason's eyes searched mine as Grizz finished screwing on the ball to the jewelry.

  “Looks good,” I said, and it did. I couldn't wait until it healed.

  “Make sure you take care of this, Mason,” Grizz warned. “No spicy food for awhile. Rinse with salt water after you eat. It's gonna be a bitch to talk for a few days, but the swelling will go down soon. No blowjobs,” he ended, eyeing us both. He handed Mason a list of care instuctions. “How you feeling?”

  “Great,” Mason replied, the word muffled by his swelling tongue.

  ~ ~ ~

  I drove Mason back to his apartment since he had walked to the shop. He was quiet, but that was to be expected since his tongue had just been stuck through with a sharp object.

  “You haven't called me,” I said.

  Mason cut his eyes to me. “I wath waithing for you.”

  My mouth quirked. “Can I come up?”

  Mason shook his head. “I'm not having sex with you when my mouth is all fucked up!” is what I got from the string of words that left his mouth.

  I snorted. “I meant to make sure you were okay.”

  Mason glared at me. I knew he wanted to say something, but his sore mouth was keeping him from saying it.

  “Text it.”

  Mason sighed. He dug his phone from the pocket of his jeans. His fingers flew over the screen rapidly until he turned his phone toward me so I could read it.

  The whole part of fuck buddies is to not do things like take care of the other when they are dumb enough to get a needle jabbed through their tongue.

  “I'm trying to do the friend part of friends with benefits,” I replied.

  Mason rolled his eyes at me again.

  “You keep rolling your eyes and I'm going to take you over my knee.”

  Heat flashed through the teal depths of Mason's eyes, but he looked down at the phone. He typed out something and then turned it to me.

  I appreciate the gesture of you trying to put the friend in friends with benefits, but I'll be fine.

  Also don't promise things that you can't start. ;)

  I groaned. He's right. We have sex, and nothing more. It was my stipulation that we don't get attached, and taking care of Mason would be crossing some unspoken line. He was also right about promising things I couldn't start. The thought of taking Mason over my knee had my cock twitching, but he was in no mood for sex and I should get back to the shop and start sketching for an appoinment I had in a week, but I would have happily put my day on hold to spend time with Mason.

  “Alright,” I said, gripping the steering wheel of my truck to keep myself from reaching out and stroking his cheek. “Make sure you take care of your tongue.”

  Mason saluted me and slid down from my truck. I watched as he disappeared up the stairs.

  I pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to the shop. My phone dinged just as I pulled into the parking spot that was reserved for me, and I pulled it from the center console to see a text from Tina.

  Hey. I'm coming to town at the end of May.

  I switched my phone off. Tina and I had remained friends after we broke up, but she always brought drama with her when she came to visit, and I didn't need that. The last time she had been running from a boyfriend that was stalking her. He followed her to Glensville and I had to call the cops. But more importantly I didn't want Mason learning about my past.

  I turned right back around and drove back to Mason's. Fuck, All I wanted to do was be in his presence. I wanted to make sure he was real, and mine.

  No. Not mine. But fuck did I want him to be. I couldn't think like that though. Really, I should turn around, cut this shit off with Mason and go back to fucking random strangers, but that thought depressed me more than anything in the entire world. I didn't have the balls to claim him as my own, and I didn't have the balls to walk away. We were stuck in limbo.

  He answered the door when I knocked. He looked like he had expected me to come back. He gave me a smug look and pulled me into the apartment by the loops of my pants.

  Without preamble I pushed Mason back to the couch, his slender body flopped down on the cushions unceremoniously.

  “Do you want to do this?” I asked.

  Mason shot me a look that said, shut up. I nodded and slid between his knees. I never went to my knees to suck someone off, the act was one of submission, of vulnerablity. I didn't dwell too much on it. Just because I got to my knees for Mason didn't mean shit. It couldn't mean shit.

  I had his pants unbottoned, and his cock out in record time. He already had a semi. I worked my hand around him, pumping him, making him hard for me.

  “When that pretty mouth is all healed you will be taking my dick between your lips, until then I will suck you off. I will fuck you, and you will scream and moan, and enjoy every second of it. Isn't that right, boy?”

  Mason's eyes went wide at the term. His dick grew even harder in my hand. I loved how much he liked being called boy. I loved how much he got off on me commanding him.

  Mason nodded, and it was all I could ask for with his mouth still swollen.

  I lowered my head to Mason's groin, inhaling his smell as I went. The usual lemon and mint mixed with the salty, musky tang of his skin. He smelled so good. He was bare around his shaft and balls, and normally I liked a bit of hair, nothing crazy, just enough to tug on while I sucked.

  “You're going to grow this back out,” I demanded, stroking a thumb along the bare pubic area around his shaft. “I want to see those pretty dark curls.”

  Mason's eyes went wide again, but he nodded.

  I licked up the vein of his shaft, earning a low gutteral groan from Mason. He threw his head back against the cushions.

  “I want you to call me sir when we're together,” I said, licking the crown his cock. “Do you understand?”

  Mason let out a whimper. I smacked him sharply on the thigh. Mason's head j
erked back up; he looked at me with shock and hunger. His fingers were gripping the couch so tight his knuckles were white. His cock began leaking. I circled my fingers around the shaft, stroking him slowly.

  “Do you understand, boy?”

  Mason nodded.

  “Good.”

  I lowered my head again, taking all of Mason's cock into my mouth. I felt the slight burn of him hitting the back of my throat, but I relished it. I rarely went down on anyone, but for Mason I would do this. He deserved this. He deserved this and so much more. I didn't dwell on the things I couldn't give him. I just sucked him, swirling my tongue around his beautiful dick and taking him deep every time.

  It wasn't long until Mason came down my throat. I swallowed every last drop of his sweet and salty cum. He tasted so good; I actually frowned when he had nothing left to give me.

  I stood, palming my erection. Mason reached up and tried to undo my belt, but I gently swatted his hand away.

  “No touching,” I said, removing my knife and pulling my pants down enough to release my cock. “Just watch.”

  Mason's eyes were glued to my hand stroking my dick like it was the best thing he had seen all week. He watched as I twisted my hand as I pulled back up, creating more friction. He watched as my other hand searched for my opening, and I slid a finger inside, loving the pain of fingering myself with no lube.

  “This.....this is how I want you to touch me next time, Mason.”

  Mason nodded. He was so beautiful as he watched me, it was hard to look away from him. Mason didn't touch me like I instructed, but part of me wishes he would have. I wanted to feel his warm, soft skin against mine.

  I felt my balls draw up tight as I watched him watching me. Something in his eyes was demanding me to cum, like it was the only thing he has been waiting for. He was hard again, and I promised to get him off once more before I took off.

  I shot load after load into my hand, hitting my chest, some even landed on Mason's knee. I shuddered with a few after shocks.

  Mason didn't say anything as he wiped a bit of my cum from my hand and stomach, his fingers trailing lightly over my abs for a few moments, smearing my cum. He pulled his hand back, his fingers glistening. He circled his fingers around his shaft and began pumping, using my cum as lube.

  It was the best goddamned thing I had seen in my entire life.

  Mason

  I woke up two weeks later feeling more like myself. Having a new tongue ring was a bitch. I had woken the day after I got the piercing with my tongue feeling like it weighed fifty pounds, but the swelling was starting to go down. I still avoided certain foods just to make sure I didn't fuck up the healing.

  I was sitting in front of the ice cream shop licking ice cream off of my plastic spoon when I saw Axe coming out of Arthur's Used Books and Antiques. He saw me, and even from far away I could see his lip twitching as if he were going to smile.

  “What are you doing, weirdo?” I asked.

  He snorted at me. “Is that your new nickname for me?”

  I nodded with a proud smile. It had been two days since I had last seen Axe, and I wanted to tell him how much I missed him, but I didn't dare. Feelings like that weren't part of our agreement. I loved and loathed our agreement. I loved getting fucked by him, but I wanted more. I wanted him in every possible way.

  “If anyone is a weirdo here, it's you.”

  I feigned outrage. I made a huge show of slamming my spoon in my ice cream cup, and put my hands on my hips. “How dare you, sir!”

  Axe rolled his eyes at me. “There you go proving me point.” He took my chin in his hand and tipped my head up to look at him. “How's your tongue healing?”

  I stuck my tongue out at him. “Awesome.”

  His lip twitched again.

  “One of these days I am going to see a full blown smile.”

  “Yeah,” he said, sliding into the chair across from me. “When hell freezes over.” He reached for my ice cream and began spooning it into his mouth. “You want me to come over tonight?”

  I snatched the cup away from him, and began eating it again. “Get your own ice cream! The shop is right there!” I admonished, pointing at the cute red and white striped building.

  “Answer my question, Mason.”

  I shot him a look as I slowly pulled the spoon from my mouth in the most seductive way I could think of. I watched his green eyes light with hunger. “You already know the answer to that question.” He stood to walk back to Thorns and Roses Ink, but I stopped him. “How come we never go to your place?”

  He looked down at me, several emotions played acrossed his face before it became unreadable. “Okay. I'll meet you at my house at nine.”

  The rest of the day seemed to pass by in a blur. I finished writing a few chapters in my book, edited a paper for a college kid, and even played some video games with Diego who had off from the bakery. I left when Carter came home, and they both seemed to forget I was there.

  At nine I pulled into the apartment complex that Axe told me he lived in. I was surprised to find he lived in the same apartment complex as Caleb and Edward, but not all that surprised since Glensville was so small that there were only three apartment complexes in the entire town, there were mostly houses and duplexes in Glensville: I lived in the complex by The Clip and Save, this one was close to The Diner, the other one was so overpriced that only rich people lived there.

  Axe was leaning on his motorcycle when I pulled up. He was shirtless with his jeans slung low on his waist. He looked so beautiful—like a fallen angel. He came towards the car as I parked and opened the door before I even had the engine off.

  “Hey,” he said.

  I snorted. “I drive my ass all the way across town and all I get is a lame ass 'hey'?”

  I unfolded myself from the car and stood before him, taking in the glory of his naked chest, the smell of his cologne and the way the parking lot light lit up his green eyes.

  Axe ran the pad of his thumb over the small cut above my eyebrow. His lip twitched in a mini-smile. “What did you do to yourself now?”

  I huffed. “For all you know I could have gotten this from a knife fight.”

  “Did you?”

  “No,” I replied, locking my car and following him to the door of his apartment. “I dinged my forehead on the counter when I went to give Gracie her food.”

  “Of course you did,” he said, amusement clear in his deep voice.

  Axe opened the door to his apartment, and allowed me to step in first. There wasn't much in the apartment. A small couch, a flat screen and a cozy looking chair made up the living room. There were no pictures on the wall, no décor to make the place a home. The kitchen was small, galley style with a coffee pot and a blender. Off of that was the bathroom. There was a hall that led back to two bedrooms, a collage of Chicago post cards hung in a frame on the wall.

  “Do you want to keep touring my apartment or do you want me to fuck you?” Axe asked as I walked around the small space.

  I looked at him. “I want to see your bedroom.”

  Axe stiffened, but led me down the narrow hall to one of the bedrooms. There was pictures on the wall in the room. A picture of a woman with her arms slung around a younger version of Axe and a boy I assumed was Axe's brother. The other picture showed an older version of Austin with a woman I presumed to be his wife. Austin looked just like Axe minus the scowl and the scars. Knives littered the top of the dresser, and there was a small gun resting on the night stand.

  “It's registered,” Axe said as I eyed the gun suspiciously.

  “Why do you have so many weapons?”

  Axe shrugged, and sank to his bed. “It's all I have ever owned. We needed them where I grew up. If you didn't have some sort of protection then you were fucked. The first thing my Pa ever bought me was a knife.”

  “Why do you still need it? You aren't that same person. You don't live in Chicago anymore.”

  Axe studied me, his face unreadble. “How do you know that? You
don't know anything about me.”

  I tilted my chin at him haughtily. “I know a little. And I know that you're not that same person.”

  “I need them for protection.”

  “Who do you need protection from?”

  Axe went quiet. “Are we gonna talk or are we gonna fuck?”

  I sighed, knowing that was all I was going to get out of him. I wanted to get to know him. I wanted him to open up to me. I wanted him to know that he could trust me. But this is what I signed up for. I agreed to fuck without getting to know each other. Was it enough?

  I went to Axe, deciding I didn't need to figure everything out in that moment. I knelt in front of him, and my hands went to his belt.

  “Your tongue isn't healed yet. No blow jobs.”

  I smirked at him. “No one said you couldn't give me one.”

  He shook his head at me, amusement swimming in the green depths of his eyes. “So greedy.”

  I rolled my eyes at him.

  Axe stood, dragging me up by my arms. He turned so I was the one on the bed and he was between my knees. My hands went to his hair, stroking through the strands and over his scalp.

  “Are you okay with this?” I asked. “All we have been doing for a week is jerking each other off and you giving me blow jobs. We've only had sex once in the last two weeks, and that was after I begged you to fuck me.”

  He looked at me. “It's okay, Mason. If I minded I would have told you.”

  I chewed on my bottom lip, wanting to the ask the question, but not wanting to hear the answer. “Are you seeing someone besides me?”

  Axe sighed and sat next to me on the bed. “Why do you think that?”

  “Because you seem a little too okay with not having sex with me. Is it because you are having sex with someone else?”

  All my insecurities were coming out front and center. I didn't just want to be fuck buddies with Axe. I wanted him. I needed him. I didn't want him to see someone else. I wanted him to see that I was willing to give this a try no matter what. No matter who he was in the past, but he wasn't allowing that to happen. I know he wanted me too. I could feel it in the way he touched me. I could see it in the way he looked at me.