Stanley was uncertain of many things about Mason, the most pertinent one at the moment quickly shifting from "How did he get from his cell into mine when I wasn't looking?" to "Why is he putting his hand on my knee?" Not that Stanley felt any inclination to move the hand, precisely. It was...nice. Warm and broad and -
"Stanley?", asked Mason, with a glance downward. God, the man had a great voice. Definitely not helping the, er, situation in his pants.
"It's just the - you know. All the excitement today. Adrenaline." He waved his hands vaguely. Then a stray thought occurred to his distracted brain.
"Wait, aren't you straight? I mean, you have a daughter..."
"Bisexual", purred Mason. Which, now that Stanley thought about it, fit better with the fact that Mason had begun stroking his thigh.
"Oh! So, you and the other prisoners, then?", Stanley asked, and wasn't that a thought, Mason and another tough, strapping convict. Maybe even more than one at once...But Mason was shaking his head. "I was kept away from the other prisoners, to prevent the sharing of state secrets."
"Oh."
"And yourself?"
"I've never, with a man..." Stanley gestured to the bed. "But I'd like to, with you. Carla and I have an open relationship," he added reassuringly (which was true).
"Very well."
Mason began to undress. Stanley thought he was surprisingly well-built for his age, and then conceded that, considering he had just watched him kick the ass of several Marines, it wasn't actually that surprising. It was, however, undeniably arousing. If he had ever doubted his own bisexuality - and indeed he had in earlier times - the fact that he was unable to tear his eyes away from Mason's well-muscled ass confirmed it now.
He might have been embarrassed to undress himself, by comparison, but he was too excited to be self-conscious. Besides, however ordinary his physique might be in comparison to Mason's, the man clearly wanted him.
They kissed. Stanley had expected Mason to be forceful, considering, well, everything about him. But it appeared that he was willing to let Stanley take the lead on this. Stanley had never kissed anyone taller than himself before - or anyone with facial hair - and he found he rather liked it. Mason's rough hands found his waist, squeezing gently, and yeah, he liked that too. Stanley felt the jutting curves of the older man's ass fill his hands and thought, at least I can still tell Carla she's got the greatest body of any woman I've ever slept with.
Stanley broke the kiss and sat on the edge of the cot. He was startled to see Mason begin to lie down on it.
"I'm afraid I'm not as young as I used to be," he said. "I hope you don't mind taking charge a bit."
"You'll have to guide me," said Stanley. "I'm not - I mean, I'm usually on top but - not like this, exactly."
Mason smirked. "I suppose not. Well, you can start by getting on top."
He did. The weight was more than Mason had expected, but it still felt incredible to finally have a partner's body against his own again. He bit back a groan of pleasure, trying to appear in control. Goodspeed's prick was already hard against his leg - an advantage of youth. Excited as Mason was mentally, he knew his body would need quite a bit more attention before he rose to the occasion. He waited for the younger man to stop squirming. "Comfortable?" He felt a nod against his cheek. "Good. Hold me as tightly as you can. Don't worry about my breathing, just make sure I can feel you. If I want you to stop, I'll say so." Mason held out his arms, and Goodspeed put his own arms beneath them and embraced the older man as instructed. Mason's voice grew deeper, harsher. "That's very good." He reached out and caressed the younger man everywhere he could. The warmth, the pressure, the sheer feel of a partner was astonishingly pleasurable. Mason felt almost unbearably alive and sensitive everywhere. Even the restriction of his breathing heightened the experience. God, it had been far too long. His touch-starved body drank in Goodspeed's with a desperate eagerness, and he could not suppress a moan.
It wasn't enough. Luckily, Goodspeed seemed to agree. "Can I...do you want to?" he asked, awkwardly and hopefully. Mason nodded. He was about to ask about preparation, but was both startled and pleased to feel the slick heat of well-lubed fingers against him.
It was for the best that Goodspeed was not well-endowed. It suited his somewhat meek and nerdy personality, for one thing, and for another it certainly suited the fact that Mason had not had sex since his last escape twenty years ago. Well, not in body. He doubted a day had gone by without him imagining it. Yet nothing in imagination had quite prepared him for the endlessly-remembered, and yet somehow long-forgotten, sensation of being utterly filled and stretched, of having his whole body and experience shrink down to one singular point of pleasure and pain.
They did not speak of it afterward, of course. Completing the mission and saving their own lives and those of the innocent people in danger was all they had time for.
But then, as Mason reflected after the mission was over, that did not preclude it from happening again someday.