Fitting In (11 page)

He looked like he needed comforting as badly as Mason did. If he didn’t know Gray better, he’d think the man was pissed at him, but he’d learned that Gray acted like this when he was hurting. Mason longed to reach for him, to be folded in his arms, but they couldn’t do that here. They weren’t free to touch in public. When they stepped outside, he saw Gray’s SUV in the parking lot. His bike was attached to the rack on the back. Apparently Gray didn’t actually need a key to get the lock off. He expected to see Jack sitting in the passenger seat, but he wasn’t there. 

Before he could ask, Gray said, “I told Jack to stay at home and have some dinner ready for you.”

Mason loved how Gray knew what he needed and how Jack used food to comfort people. “Thanks.” Mason realized he’d never been alone with Gray before. He took a deep breath, drawing in his rich, musky scent. He was unexplainably nervous without Jack’s easy chatter to break the tension.

When Gray had pulled away from the curb, he grabbed Mason’s hand. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For whatever has you looking so haunted and for not being able to comfort you in there.”

“But I…I never expected you to.”

Gray blew out a harsh breath. “I don’t know how much longer I can stand the hiding.”

Mason squeezed Gray’s hand tightly. “I’m so sorry you have to.”

Gray shook his head. “You’re the one who’s hurting and here you are trying to comfort me. I suck at this.”

Mason shook his head. “No, you don’t. I’ve never felt more taken care of than when I’m with you.”

“I try.” Gray didn’t say anything else the rest of the drive.

When they went in, Jack had chicken and dumplings and green beans ready for them. Mason made his way to the table in a daze from the call with his mom and the intensity of emotion Gray had shown.

Gray sat down across from him, and Jack brought his own plate and joined them. “Let’s eat and then you can tell us what happened.”

Mason nodded.

Jack kept enough conversation going to keep an awkward silence from settling over them, but he didn’t talk about anything significant other than telling Mason that another robbery had occurred near Nathan’s. The police were worried that the criminals were moving their operation back to Jack and Gray’s precinct.

When they finished eating and were all having a second beer, Mason told them what his mother had said and how he’d ended the call. He didn’t cry again. In fact, he managed to repeat her words with very little emotion.

Jack laid his hand on Mason’s arm. “I’m so sorry.”

“You did the right thing. You shouldn’t change for anyone.” Gray’s voice was strained. Mason looked up at him and noticed that his eyes were shiny with unshed tears.

“Oh, Gray.”

Gray squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds, obviously trying to get control of himself. Then he looked at Jack. “He’s proud of who he is and he’s not afraid to be honest about himself even when it might mean losing his family. When I went to get him, I couldn’t touch him, couldn’t hold his hand, couldn’t hug him, couldn’t scoop him up in my arms and take care of him the way I wanted to.”

Mason reached across the table and grabbed Gray’s hand. “It’s fine, really. I didn’t expect you to do those things. It’s not like we’re even really—”

Gray glared at Mason and jerked his hand back. Mason knew immediately that he’d said the wrong thing.

“It’s not like we’re even what?” Gray demanded.

Mason’s voice shook as he spoke. “Dating.”

Gray pushed back his chair and stood. Then he grabbed his beer bottle and threw it. It hit the kitchen wall and crashed to the floor. “What the fuck are we doing then? Fucking? Is that all you think this is?”

Gray had been pissy with Mason plenty of times but he’d never seen his lover this angry. If he hadn’t known for sure that Gray wouldn’t hurt him, he’d have been terrified.

Jack stood up and moved in front of Gray. “Go take off your clothes and lay on the bed.” His voice held every bit as much command as Gray’s did when he took control. Mason stared, unable to believe what Jack had said. Had he topped Gray before?

Gray’s eyes widened as he looked down at Jack.

Mason stood, afraid of how Gray might react to Jack’s demand. Should he offer to leave? Would that make things better or worse?

“Gray, you know you need this,” Jack said, his voice softer now.

“Fuck!” Gray spat out the word.

Jack didn’t back down. “Go to the bedroom. Now.”

Gray turned and stomped down the hall.

Mason wanted to run and Jack must have sensed it, because he grabbed Mason’s arm and held on tight.

“Sometimes all the responsibility he takes on gets to be too much for him. I know you’re hurting, and you’re confused but….”

Mason realized he couldn’t leave, not when Gray was freaking out, not when he needed both of them so desperately. “I’ll stay. I shouldn’t be alone right now anyway.”

Jack smiled softly. “No, you shouldn’t. If I had my way, you wouldn’t ever be alone.”

What exactly does he mean by that? Does he want to try to make this be a real relationship? Does Gray? Do I?

Mason followed Jack to the bedroom and tried not to think too hard about those questions.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Gray lay on the bed spread-eagle, naked, and hard, his hand sliding slowly up and down his shaft. His expression showed that he was pissed off, but his body didn’t seem to care.

Jack climbed onto the bed next to him and stroked his thigh. “Relax and let us take care of you. We’ll work everything out, but for now, just let go.”

Gray shook his head. “Not that easy.”

“No, it’s not easy, but you can do it. Tell us what you need.”

“You.” He looked at Mason then, his eyes dark with emotion. “Both of you.”

Mason started to undress. He needed them too, needed the slide of skin on skin. He needed to forget his fucked-up family, to forget that he was scared to death of how deep his feelings for Jack and Gray went, of how he’d come to depend on them being there, of how what they were doing went way beyond sex no matter what he tried to tell Gray.

Jack rubbed his cock through his jeans as he watched Mason strip. Mason wished suddenly that Jack and Gray were in uniform. He seriously needed something to distract him, and the idea of playing the badass criminal who’d taken a cop hostage turned him on like crazy.

Jack grinned. “Whatever you’re imagining, file it away for another day. Right now I want you on this bed sucking Gray.”

Mason swallowed. He loved the feel of Gray’s thick cock in his mouth and the challenge it presented. Every time he sucked Gray off, he managed to take a little more of him down his throat.

Gray moaned and pushed harder into his own hand. 

“Hands here.” Jack tapped the headboard, and Gray growled.

“Do it.”

Gray glared at Jack, but he reached up and wrapped his hands around two of the wooden slats in the headboard. As Mason settled beside Gray on the bed, he wondered how long it would take Gray to snap them in two.

Mason turned his attention to Gray’s thick cock. He licked his way up to the head in long, slow strokes, like a cat cleaning itself. Gray bucked up, trying to get more contact.

Jack slapped the side of Gray’s ass. “Keep still. Let him play with you.”

“Fuck you!”

“That’s fuck you, sir.” Jack laughed as he took one of Gray’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He tugged and pinched mercilessly on the already-puckered flesh.

Mason lifted Gray’s shaft with his right hand and teased Gray’s other nipple with his left. Gray rumbled, like a bear warning them that he was about to chase them down and rip them apart.

“You need this,” Jack insisted.

Mason flicked his tongue across the tip of Gray’s cock, tasting his pre-cum before pushing into the slit. Gray gasped.

Loving Gray’s reaction, Mason took him into his mouth a little and sucked gently.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” Gray protested.

Jack shifted to straddle him, and Mason kept up his light sucking. He let go of Gray’s nipple after giving it a hard tug that forced a hiss from the big man and shifted position so he could cup Gray’s balls. Then he rolled them gently, letting his fingers slip back farther, seeking Gray’s hole.

“I think your mouth needs something to do besides complain,” Jack said.

Mason watched as Jack rose up and brushed the tip of his cock over Gray’s lips. Gray opened, and Jack pushed in. Gray took him in, groaning as he started to suck. Jack lowered himself, forcing Gray to swallow him deeper.

Mason gripped his own cock. He wasn’t going to last long watching them. Gray made a strangled sound around Jack as Mason focused again on giving Gray pleasure. Mason took him as deep as he could and stroked the rest of his shaft with one hand while using the other to alternately tease Gray’s entrance and balls. Gray’s thrusts became wilder as did the slurping and sucking sounds he was making as Jack fucked his mouth.

Gray’s utter abandonment to pleasure was hot as hell. Mason desperately needed to come, but he wanted Gray to lose it first. He wanted to give him as much pleasure as Gray had given Mason over the last few months. 

“You’re about to come, aren’t you?” Jack asked.

Gray must have given an affirmative answer because Jack’s next words were. “Mason, stop.”

Mason didn’t want to let go of Gray’s cock. He wanted to see if he could swallow every drop when Gray shot down his throat. But Jack probably had a plan for something even hotter. With a last, deep suck that had Gray gasping, he pulled off, and Gray’s cock came free of his mouth with a loud pop.

Mason looked up to see Jack smiling at him over his shoulder. “He feels so good in your mouth, doesn’t he?”

Mason nodded.

“But I don’t want him to come in your mouth. I want him impaled on your cock when he shoots. He needs to know you care enough about him to give him exactly what he needs.”

Mason stared at Jack, wide-eyed.

“Please,” Gray’s voice was filled with a desperation that made Mason shudder.

Dear God, Gray wants me to fuck him?
He hadn’t thought, hadn’t realized Gray would want….

Jack tossed him lube and a condom, then he pulled his cock from Gray’s mouth and shifted so Mason could watch Gray’s face.

Gray reached for him, letting go of the headboard for the first time since Jack had told him not to move. Mason leaned down and let Gray cup his face. Gray kissed him, gently at first, but then Gray opened and Mason swept his tongue into his mouth, tasting Jack there, and the kiss turned wild. They bit and licked and fought each other with their tongues.

Gray arched up, forcing their cocks together. The contact was enough to bring Mason dangerously close to the edge. How the hell was he supposed to last once he got inside Gray, inside the man who had captivated him in ways he didn’t have words for? Gray might be stoic most of the time, but that night his emotions were right at the surface, and Mason longed to soothe all his hurt. Somehow he knew that doing so would make his own wounds start to heal.

“Shouldn’t have said anything. Not when you’re the one who’s been hurt,” Gray said against his lips.

“I would rather help you than talk about my stupid family.”

“Fuck me, please.”

Gray begging was almost more than Mason could handle. “God yes.”

Suddenly Mason want to fuck Gray more than he would have thought possible. He loved it when Gray told him what to do, when he gave him just enough pain to help him sink into a place free of worry and tension, then fucked him so hard he couldn’t breathe. But the thought of feeling Gray’s ass clamped around his dick had him shaking with need.

He slicked up a few fingers and pushed one into Gray before quickly adding another, pushing deeper, loving the look of ecstasy on Gray’s face.

“Need you. Now.” Gray’s words came out growly, demanding.

Jack leaned down and kissed Gray as Mason pulled on a condom, lubed his cock, and positioned himself at Gray’s entrance.

Gray pushed at Jack. “Need to see him when he fucks my ass.”

Jack sat back, grinning. Mason pulled Gray’s legs around him and drove forward.

“Fuck!” Gray cried.

His tight ass gripped Mason’s cock so hard it hurt. “You ok?” Mason asked.

Sweat dripped down Gray’s face, but he nodded. “Never better.”

Mason looked over at Jack, afraid he might be upset by Gray’s words, but Jack was smiling.

“I want you inside me,” Mason said to Jack.

“Later. You both need this right now.”

Mason nodded, incapable of saying more. He pulled back, struggling against Gray’s effort to hold him inside. Then he thrust until he was balls-deep in Gray’s ass. The look of wonder on Gray’s face was so beautiful. Part of Mason wanted to stay suspended like that forever, but his cock needed friction, and it needed it right then. He started fucking Gray as slowly as he could. But soon he couldn’t help himself. He started driving against Gray, hard and fast. “Can’t. Hold. Back.”

Gray growled. “Harder.”

Mason groaned and let go completely.

Gray wrapped a hand around his own cock and worked himself as Mason fucked him. They kept up a wild rhythm until Gray’s ass fluttered around Mason’s cock, and his legs tensed.

Mason drove in as hard as he could, and Gray cried out as he climaxed, shooting across his chest and up to his chin. Jack leaned down and started cleaning him with his tongue.

 The sight of Jack’s tongue licking up Gray’s cum did Mason in. Mason gave one final thrust and screamed Gray’s name as he slammed his hips against his lover and came.

He fell forward over Gray, no longer able to support himself. Jack sat back, and Gray held Mason, wrapping his strong arms around him and sighing.

*****

Mason heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing then the snick of the lube being opened and the sluicing of lubed fingers sliding along skin.

The bed dipped, and he turned just enough to see Jack behind him.