A/N: Strong Language.
A/N: Based on the idea from OTP prompts.
Nine times out of Ten Mason was there.
Just before Brett would close his eyes before he went to sleep. Every time, Mason would slide his hand around his, cradling it before wrapping his arm around his waist. Publicly, the Were would alway say that he was big spoon. But they both knew that he liked comforting breath against his ear. He liked, the rubbing motion that his boyfriend massaged into his back, especially after a rough of MMA or Lacrosse training.
Brett would gently squeeze back, smiling before drifting off into warm relaxing waters of darkness.
It didn't matter what Brett had been through that day, Mason's cuddles would make up for it.
Until one night, Satomi had invited Mason in, only to tell him that Brett wasn't in.
"Devonford party?"
"He's studying with his sister. Feel free to wait for him"
"Uhhh...That's okay. I'll still be there for the Sunday Pack dinner"
"We're looking forward to having you" Satomi said smiling.
He wasn't sure if she meant it, or whether, [like Brett with strangers] she was just being polite. Seconds after he left Scott arrived in the Jeep. Brett was in trouble. He'd been hunted down like a dog and was seriously hurt. They reached the tunnels. Lori hugged him with all her might, they ended up separated, his phone was constantly buzzing. He was scanning through them until he smelled and saw the blood...
"Thank fuck!" Mason said rushing over to him. He quickly called Scott and Lori, trying to remember every twist , right and turn he made.
"Mase, don't go..." He gasps. His eyes turn gold and he vomits black gunk over himself.
"Babe are you fucking kidding? I'm right here, always"
Mason takes of his shirt and wipes Brett's mouth. "Scott's here. Try not to talk. Save your energy, you're gonna be back home before you know it"
Brett grunts, clutching his side, he tries to lean up further, but Mason stops him. He leans on to the wall embarassed at how badly he must smell.
"It's okay" He reassures him.
"Tell me things that no-one knows about you. Not even Dunbar" Brett Whispers.
"Sure, when I was Six, I thought I was a power ranger and I set up camera's every where to stop crime, on those camera's I caught my friend's married mom making out with the post-man. Let's see... I'm not really a drinker. I only drink shots at the club to impress you" Mason said.
He wiped the sweat from the Were's forehead as he nodded. "I knew that" Brett nodded.
"Well...no-one on earth knows about this...When I came out. Liam...he wasn't that supportive. He was awful, actually. In the beginning. That's like the one part of our friendship that we never talk about. He told me that with his anger problems, he was already enough of a freak. He told me to stop being gay for attention"
"Woah?"
"Yeah, I didn't talk to him a week. No calls, texts emails, selfies, skype, nothing. Which was huge for us" Mason revealed.
Mason grabbed Brett's arm as he stroked his face. Before he could return the touch, the lacrosse player's hand fell limp into his lap.
"BRETT!" Mason yelled, nose to nose.
"Hold my hand, Mase" Brett sighed. "I'm falling asleep now"
