A/N Strong Language. Adult scenes.

He wraps a clumsy arm around his waist pulling him further into the covers. It's in the early hours of the morning, but he knows what he wants, his senses razor sharp. He rubs his partners stomach before tentatively plunging his hand down into his under garments.

"Theo!" Mason groans. He turns to face him.

"What?" Theo replies innocently.

"I've got work in four hours" Mason chides taking the were's hand away,

"Four hours is a lot of time" Theo growls. At the speed of light, he switches on the lamp.

He wants to see his boyfriend as he kisses him, listen to his heartbeart as he grinds against him hopefully making him rock hard in the process. He slowly pins him against the pillows, planning to bite him hard, not too hard to turn him. Just hard enough to make him moan. Hard enough to bleed a little. Hard enough to see the brusing on that flawless black skin of his.

He leans into him, but the shorter guy pulls away.

"Thee, what part of no sex don't you understand?" Mason asked.

"Spoil-sport" Theo says rolling off of him.

"If you wanted a little treat, you should have told me after dinner"

"I would have done except you never had dinner with me. You were too busy wining and dining Brett"

He watches Mason cringe. "Why are you saying his name like that? You know he's our top model at the agency. He says "jump" we say how high? It's a shitty balancing act but someone's gotta do it"

Theo watches him stare at the clock. When they were first dating, Mason's work at the modelling agency seemed like a passion, now Theo was wondering if it was just a chore. He'd seen pictures of Brett Talbot on the Blaze website. Unfortunately Brett was the hottest model in the company and bi-sexual to boot. Mason told him that he was taken but it didn't stop Theo from getting jealous from time to time.

"If you wanna take your mind of it, there's other things that you an balance on" Theo grins pointing to his pants.

"Ha-ha" Mason teases. He kisses Theo on the forehead, before lazily twanging his boxers with his fingers.

"I thought you said no sex?" Theo mutters as Mason fingers his dick through the fabric.

"Fore-play isn't sex" Mason points out.

Theo leans back and doesn't argue. He closes his eyes and thinks about Mason on top, biting his neck, scratching the back of his head, or licking his biceps. When was the last Mason had initiated anything again? Maybe a blow job a couple of months ago. Apart from that his mind went blank. He tried to get into it, the sensation of Mason's hands along his shaft and against his balls. But he couldn't help thinking that this was to shut him up. Keep him quiet about sex, about work and about Brett. Before he knew it, his worry was making him soft. Mason slowed his pace down, becoming feather like gentle until he gave up. The he rolled behind Theo, making himself the big spoon.

"Hun you okay? You're a little tense?" Mason asks cuddling him.

"I'm good"

"I could burn a candle or something? Help you relax?" The human offers

"Babe I'm relaxed, I came onto you at one in the morning ready to go, like I said I'm good" Theo repeats.

"Well, let's just get some rest, we've both got a busy day tomorrow"

"Yeah. Brett Talbot in skin tight jeans and a V-neck is gonna keep you away for weeks, I get it" Theo huffs.