Page 49 of Summer Lessons
“Yeah, but I might want to rinse them off with my tongue, so maybe try to make sure I’m not gagging on soap, okay?”
And just like that, Mason’s penis was back online.
EVENTUALLY TERRYrinsed him off, helped him out of the tub, dried him off, and got him into boxers and a T-shirt. Terry put on a clean pair of Dane’s boxers and left the T-shirt on the dresser with the sweats, and then gave Mason a hand into bed.
He set Mason up on his side, his ankle propped up with a pillow, and told him to just stay there and turn off the light. Mason was in the process of reaching above him when Terry disappeared under the covers, pulling Mason’s boxers down just far enough, and his mouth…. Mm. His mouth was doing one of Mason’s favorite mouth things down there with Mason’s cock.
Mason couldn’t move or he’d risk jostling his ankle, and he was too tired and too stoned to do more than lie there and let Terry minister to him while he moaned quietly, tugging gently on the clean strands of Terry’s hair under the covers. It didn’t take him long to issue a sleepy climax down Terry’s throat.
Terry popped up out of the blankets then and kissed him softly, and Mason closed his eyes, falling into the kiss, and the one after that, and the one after that. When Terry pulled away, Mason was barely awake enough to grumble.
“I didn’t get to do anything for—”
“I ain’t never slept next to anyone all night,” Terry whispered. “This is as good as sex!”
Mason groaned and pulled him tight, settling his head on Mason’s shoulder. “Better,” he whispered, falling asleep. “It’s even better.”
Balls Off the Table
TERRY GOTup once in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and then came back and settled in Mason’s arms. Mason woke up in the morning with a vicious need to pee, and Terry woke up and helped him groggily. By the time they both got back to bed, they were awake enough to talk.
“God,” Terry mumbled. “I want to just stay here next to you all day.”
Mason wouldn’t have minded that. Terry was powerfully built but not thick—sort of like a snake or a jackrabbit, where every ounce of weight was put into muscle. And he fit against Mason’s chest, and his ribs, like a puzzle piece cut just for him.
“I wish you could,” Mason said back. “Can you?”
“Well, what did you have planned?” Terry regarded him with sleepy eyes.
“Dane and I were going to try to repaint the guest bedroom. It’s heinously ugly because we fucked up green last week, and we want another try.”
Terry grunted. “I got no idea how you could fuck up green. That’s probably a rich people’s thing.”
“No, I think it’s a that-color’s-uglier-than-dog-puke thing. What was your day going to be?”
“Nungh.” Terry burrowed closer into his chest.
“That’s not a good answer.”
“It’s stupid. I just… I mean, you and Dane were painting last week, and you showed me pictures, and I realized that you could change your house, and I got this stupid wild hair—”
Mason was waking up a little now and suddenly terribly interested in what he’d had planned. “What sort of wild hair?”
“God, Mason, it’s so embarrassing. My mom got her house from her parents and hasn’t done squat with it. The place has this, like, shitty yard out back, and it’s all overgrown weeds and shit, and junk and snakes probably and mosquito puddles and…. God, it’s a fucking jungle.”
“You were going to clean it out?” Mason asked, intrigued. He’d never cleared out a jungle before. “I can help.”
“You can not, moron—you sprained your ankle. You could watch me, and that’s embarrassing.”
“I could direct,” Mason said grandly, suddenly liking this idea very much. “And I’m not your only option for help, you know. Maybe call Skipper and Richie, offer them some beer, call the other guys on the team.”
“Today?”
Oh yeah—a bit much to do at the last minute.
“Next week,” Mason yawned. “Today, let’s go back to sleep for an hour. When we wake up, maybe we can get Dane to go out for doughnuts.”
“I’ll glazeyourdoughnut,” Terry chuckled wickedly.
