A/N: Strong Language. Very Adult scenes.

A/N: Wailing line taken from the "Random Prompt Generator" site.

For once, he was glad that Liam wasn't staying over.

Now he couldn't hear the faint sound of wailing in the room. Which quickly turned into hoarse pants as Liam's friend Mason, wriggled himself on top. He rubbed him quickly with urgency, hiking up his shirt before sinking his teeth around his nipples. "Shit" Scott whispered looking up at the ceiling as his boyfriend started to unzip his jeans. He couldn't remember the last time he'd blown him.

Mason has always made a point of trying to do it. But his mouth was barely on his tip before Scott got a call, or Liam was in trouble or the Sheriff had found a body that he had to keep "confidential" What seemed like a brief "Time out" always seemed to be a case or a mission that took hours. They were always too busy to have fun...

Not tonight though...

He tilted his head to search for the lube, he pushed his hand into the back of Mason's jogging bottoms. They were sweaty, he'd been at the gym not long ago, everything was slippery and sticky. But thankfully Mason wasn't exhausted, well..not yet anyway.

"Hold on" Scott advised.

He leans back as Mason rests on his knees. Scott opens the top draw, grabbing the lube and spare rubber. He pulls the rubber over his fingers before dipping it into the lube and spreading it across his plastic fingers.

"Are you going to bite me?" Mason asked.

"Turn around"

As Mason did so bending forward, Scott pulled his trousers down sticking his fingers inside him. He told him, gently to stop tensing up. Slowly gliding his fingers in and out, before licking Mason's lower back. He spread Mason's cheeks making him groan with his tongue. He could have stayed like that, literally immersed in his partner's perfect ass until his hand grabbed Mason's shirt. He growled in annoyance.

"Mase?"

"Ahh...what?"

"The shirt..." Scott asked.

"Yeah? Shit Scott...you're so good"

"I know, but take your shirt off" Scott asked.

As soon as he said it, he knew he probably wasn't getting laid again. Well by Mason, and that's all that mattered. He sensed Mason freeze on all fours before spinning his half naked body around to look at him. Scott forced down a smile as he covered his crotch.

"What's so funny Scott?"

"Nothing, you okay?"

"I just...I just don't wanna deal with these S&M, kinky...Fifty Shades of pain demands" Mason said.

Scott stared at him in confusion as Mason scambled to put his clothes on. He scanned his brain searching for that one thing that could have offended him. He couldn't remember anything, but Mason was worried, ready to leave and definately on the edge.

"Kinky? Mase, all I wanted you to do was put your shirt over your head" Scott remembers.

"Why can't you see that's huge fucking deal?"

"I'm sorry? Why are you pissed?" Scott asks in a high pitched puppy whine.

"Sorry McCall, you're just so demanding, challenging, and down-right offensive in bed. Setting all these hoops for me to jump through, I feel like one of those poor Circus Cats in that Sad "Cat Dancers" story. You know where that cute guy died and his lover got drunk and threw herself into the White Tiger's cage"

"Huh?"

There's no way in hell, that you're seeing me naked. You ungrateful horny Alpha. What the frig do you think I am? Some kind of dirty, cheap Stripper? Not all of us have Brett Talbot's body!" Mason exclaimed.

"Did you honestly just say the words "Brett Talbot" during amazing sex?" Scott demands.

"See? You just don't get it! Goodbye Scott!" Mason boils over, grabbing the remain clothes and closing the door with an frustrated bang.

Scott slams himself back on his mattress and pulls the thick quilt over his confused, scorching, empty body.