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Guilty Pleasures
Mason hated himself. Or at least his heart. Even after everything that had happened between him and Trey, it still refused to get over him. Or he did. He wasn't sure of much anything anymore. After their first meeting at the docks Trey had insisted that they have frequent meetings like that just to 'talk'. And by talk, he most likely meant Mason coming just to hear him beg for Mason to come back to him.
Back to his mansion, with its home like quality, spacious yard and beautiful woods, back to Cole and Barlow who he told Mason numerous times missed him very much, and back to Trey who assured him that all he could think of lately was him being back in his arms again.
Bullshit, right? Absolute bullshit, all of it. Trey was born a liar and nothing would change as long as he lived, promises made or not. Right? He didn't know. They had only met one time after the docks before Trey had left for a long amount of time. Throughout that time though, he still heard from him through several letters and packages that had been sent to him from various locations all over the world, which were all currently hidden in different parts of his room.
Mason sighed from his thoughts and took another long gulp from his bottle of tequila. He had been doing that a lot lately. Drinking. It made him feel better. And for a minute, he forgets that everything that had happened with Trey had been his fault. Especially with Mim. He removed the bottle from his lips and bowed his head, eyes glancing downward.
He didn't expect him to forgive him for the things he had done, ever. It was selfish, he had almost gotten his brother killed, and it was all because of his greedy actions! He wiped the thought away before it got too carried away and took another big sip from his bottle. A hiccup escaped him. Just a few hours ago another letter had come from Trey informing Mason that he was back in town for a night or so, and he wanted him to meet him at a local hotel nearby.
This was different than just meeting at the docks, or at a park, or at a restaurant. It was a hotel. A place where he had made a bad choice and almost lost the life of Mim. A place where he and Trey had spent a lot of time together, a place where he had first gotten drunk with him, and a place where he had also drunkenly confessed his love to him. It held memories, different place or not, and the big question was whether he should go or not. He sighed again, falling back onto his bed and taking another long drink.
It had been hours. At least one or two of them. He was still drinking, even still. His thoughts didn't make sense anymore, but he was sure he came to a conclusion.
He was going to go.
The information had been written in the letter, and he memorized it, as he wandered the hallways of the hotel he had been directed to. The numbers continued to move higher until he found the one he was looking for, right in the middle of the hallway, to his right. Treys room. Mason sighed heavily before raising his fist and knocking on the door as strongly he could.
It took a few moments before the door opened, but when it did, Mason couldn't help but stupidly grin and gaze.
Trey raised a curious eyebrow. "Mason. I didn't expect you to-."
"Oh good, you really are back," He cried, throwing his arms around him in a hug. "I-I missed you. I missed you very very much." He continued to confess, finding himself snuggling into the man's chest.
"You've been drinking?" Trey responded nonchalantly, gently pulling Mason away from him and leading him into the room, shutting the door behind them.
"Well yes I, well…just a little bit, yes." He stumbled over his words drunkenly and immediately found comfort in sitting down on the huge queen bed placed in the middle of the room.
Trey followed and stood before him. "Why?"
Mason shrugged, but didn't respond. So Trey continued.
"I've been traveling lately, as you know, and I've seen a lot of things," He moved closer, until he was at the edge of the bed, and leaned forward. "It gave me a lot of time to think."
Mason blinked. "Oh? It has..? A-about what...you've been thinking about?"
He was even closer now, his lips only a few inches from his right ear. Mason could feel his breath against his skin, leaving chills going throughout his body and his heartbeat speeding up faster.
"You," Came the heated reply from Trey, before he connected his lips to his neck.
Mason gasped. It had been so long since Trey had done anything physical to him, and now, now he was. And…it felt, well, god it felt good. A moan left his lips.
"And the way you used to act when we first met," Another kiss to the neck. "Strong." Another kiss. "Determined." The kiss turned into sucking. "Angry with the world." The sucking turned into biting. And then it suddenly ended, he pulled away. "I do tend to miss that side of you, Mason."
"I-I wasn't!" Mason retorted, a blush taking place on his face. "You…were...you were just mean! And…And…" He faded out at a loss of excuses before looking up at curiously. "You stopped?"
Trey chuckled. "I will continue, if that's what you want."
Mason glanced down. "I...I don't know."
"Well, then how about I continue, and if you don't want me to keep going, say for me to stop."
"And..," Mason hiccupped. "Y-you, will you do that?"
Trey nodded. "Yes, Mason. I will."
Though Mason had a growing urge to say something, something important, he couldn't quite remember what it was, and then Trey's lips were on his own. He kissed back eagerly, wrapping his arms around his neck and drawing him back onto the bed with him. The kiss deepened, and Mason felt hands on his body, slowly descending him.
When they reached his length, he moaned loudly and pulled away from the kiss, gazing at Trey from behind half lidded eyelids, face flushed. The man didn't notice, however, seeing as he was now too occupied with removing both their clothing. Mason wanted to tell him to stop, but he couldn't. Not only did he not know how to say it, but he was also beginning to wonder why he would want him to in the first place.
It almost seemed as though this was normal, that this was how things should be and he shouldn't complain, but give in and accept it. Before he could think any farther, a loud hiss and moan was heard. It took him a few moments to realize it was him. Glancing down he noticed Trey had licked his right nipple and was now blowing on it, instantly making it hard.
"A-ah...mmm." He moaned in bliss.
Trey smirked at his reactions, and repeated the process on the left side before descending further down. Mason closed his eyes and not long after felt something prod at his entrance. He pushed down willingly, accepting the fingers to make their way inside him, and moaned loudly. Trey had done two at once, and soon added a third, making their movements slow and long inside of Mason. Naturally, a quicker pace was demanded by the younger of them, but Trey declined his request, continuing to tease and prolong his pleasure.
Mason groaned and looked down at his hardened and leaking cock. He let out a whimper from its neglect and gave his old master a pleading look. It seemed to work, because soon he was moaning loudly in pleasure from its sudden attention.
"Mmm...Yes…yesss."
He was shortly prepared enough for Trey to put his cock inside of him, but when he removed his fingers and placed his tip at the entrance Mason spoke up unexpectedly.
"No...Trey...w-wait, please, wait."
The man raised an eyebrow, but obliged. "Mason..?" He questioned.
"I-I...I can't. I really can't," He shook his head. "Please just-..No sex." He hiccupped.
"You are already quite into it Mason, are you sure you want for me to stop?"
"Yes...I-..I think..." He placed his own hand onto his cock and slowly began to stroke himself absentmindedly. "Mmm...Yes."
Trey watched for a moment before placing his own hand onto Mason's and moving it faster along his cock. The rhythm continued for a short amount of time before Mason came, and they both pulled their hands away. Trey collapsed beside him and pulled him close, letting him rest his head against his chest.
"Thank you…" He heard Mason murmur softly.
Trey didn't reply. Silence filled the room for a long time before he finally said something.
"I want you to come with me."
Mason blinked in curiosity. "Come?...Come with you where?"
"I have another big meeting, out of town. I will be gone for a while, but I want you to come with."
"But-…but I have things, and..!"
"It wouldn't be for too long, and I will pay for everything."
"Oh…I don't know," Mason frowned. "It's-..Well doesn't it just seem a bit...?" He sighed.
"Risky, dangerous, thrilling?" Trey smirked. "Aren't you into that kind of thing?"
"No no…none of that," He seemed as though he were in deep thought, suddenly he blushed. "It …kind of reminds me of a romantic getaway. Y-you know, the ones you see in movies? Really really old ones?"
Trey chuckled. "I suppose you could see it that way, yes. If you think discussing popular country trades is romantic."
Mason smirked. "Oh no, it's the pleasure part that had me thinking that."
"Really? How intriguing." The man pulled Mason into a deep kiss, and smirked into when he felt him kiss back.
Moments later, Mason was back to laying his head on Treys chest with his eyes closed, silence had fallen between them once again and Trey was brushing his hand through Masons hair absentmindedly.
"I do wish you were mine again, Mason."
He got no response.
"It could be just you, and me. Just like before. Forever."
Again, no response. Suddenly Mason sat up from his position and slipped out of bed, "I- I should go, now." He spoke, as he went in search for his clothes.
"Yes, of course." Trey sighed disappointedly, as he sat up as well and watched him.
Mason soon recovered all of his clothes and dressed himself, before looking to Trey.
"And now Mason, will you promise me something?"
"Yes? Yes…I will. I will promise you."
"I want you to promise you will seriously consider coming with me to that meeting."
"I-…" He went quiet for a moment. "I promise."
"Good. Now," Mason watched as Trey got up and walked over to him, he closed his eyes as Trey cupped his chin and brought him in for a light kiss. "I miss you." He murmured softly, and Mason shivered slightly.
"Yes-..I know, I know. Sometimes I-…I do too, sometimes." He spoke softly in reply before glancing away. "Goodbye Trey."
Mason turned from him and slowly walked out of the room, thoughts and emotions wildly buzzing throughout him. He had a lot to think about.
Part two uploaded soon. ;)
