A/N Strong Language. Very Adult scenes.
A/N: Lyrics in Bold are an Alternate version of the song "Simple Design" By the Band Breaking Benjamin.
"I live a isolated life
Brett's on a mission to try
You were a slut for a day
Mason has to shove it away"
"His only option is gone
Smile as they break and they fall
Do you want a Sexless life?
Can Mason leave Romance behind?"
You must be out of your mind!
Is a one Nighter a crime
He fucks it up everytime
Now Talbot is lusting for a Bite,
But he can't stay all Night
'Cause he knows what you want
but Were's will just have to wait
If Mason had Trust to give
He would Sieve it away"
"Brett laugh, living it up
while he's falling from grace
There's no way, there's no gain from driving him away"
He entered Brett's apartment not expecting much. Only to be shell shocked at a Huge Luxury apartment showing a Gorgeous view of the city. He tried to hide his surprise as he ran his hands over the Silver couch.
"You can sit on it you know. Do you want a drink?" Brett asked.
"I'll get it, where's your kitchen?" Mason asked.
"Third on the right" Brett said.
Mason walked out of the living room into the sleek red and Creme tiled kitchen with the spotless Black Microwave on the table. Mason looked around and went to the large Silver Fridge.
Does this Guy have a family? Mason asked himself in his head.
This fridge was huge for one person. Mason was going to grab the bottled water, but was struck by how messy the Fridge was. The salad was all over the place, The Ketchup was dripping on the shelves, and the cooked meat wasn't even covered.
"I've gotta sort this out" Mason muttered to himself taking everything out. He cleaned the Fridge, and was organising Brett's clouded juice section when the Were came up behind him and wrapped his muscular arms around his waist.
"Do I have to pay you for these services?"
"Accept it as a Thanks for assisting me tonight" Mason said.
Brett helped him, after all it was his fridge. With his speed, the Cheese and Meats were in sealed containers. The salad was back in re-seal-able bags. The juices stood up at the back. And The energy Drinks, were where the eggs should have been, but at the moment Brett had no eggs.
"And we're done!" Mason said opening both doors.
"I'm shocked that a fit, Stunning, Healthy Guy like you has no eggs. Stores are still open, we can go out and get some. I make a mean Meast feat omelette, when I get the urge for a quick meal..." Mason said.
But Brett closed the Fridge doors and pressed him up against them.
"Talking of urges I have this Irresistible urge to fuck you against this fridge" Brett heaved in his ear.
He turned him face foward against the fridge and undid Mason's trousers down. As the Guy helped slide his trousers off, Brett opened the fridge door and got some Cheap Margerine that wasn't his. Sure it was tacky, but he had to make do with what he had. He was rubbing his "one Nighter's" lower back with it. When he suddenly said...
"Brett have you got Ice-cream?"
"You want that?" He asked. Mason nodded.
"When we fuck It'll take the edge off" He said.
Brett opened the Freezer. He didn't want to use Ice-cream. His pack only liked fresh un-opened ones. But it was either that, or watching Mason cover his firm smooth ass and walk out the door.
"You owe me a New Tub of Haagan Dazs" Brett chuckled, closing the Freezer door and opening the tub.
Ice-cream was Definately the right choice. As soon as he'd coated his fingers in Ice-cream. He'd worked his way inside Mason's ass, stroking him, massaging his back. Mason obviously liked it, his Body shivering with pleasure. His face flattered against the fridge. Brett couldn't help but smile as Mason grabbed his other Index finger to steady himself. Brett slowly removed his fingers.
He undid his own trousers and kissed the back of Mason's neck. It was only then that he felt Hesistation forming inside Mason like smoke from a fire. He paused. He could have gotten this wrong. He was rarely wrong, especially it came to one Night stands. But there was a first time for everything. Brett pulled his trousers back up, but pushed Mason's legs apart.
There it was! It was real. That tingling fear. It alarmed both of them. Mason didn't want to be fucked, his body was pushing him away, his pulse was screaming No!"
"You're not into this" Brett said, stepping away from him.
Mason turned around.
"Maybe I'm just not into fucking Strange Were Man-whores"
"Enough with the Anti Were Fascist Bullshit. What Were screwed you over? Which Guy put you off sex? Name and Address so I can kick his douche-bag ass" Brett told him.
Mason pulled out the Creme wooden Eames chair and sat on it.
"It's a long story"
"Cool, I can hear one of those before my Bed time" Brett smirked.
Mason looked back at the fridge, almost regretting being on the chair. He played with a Post-it note pack on the table and shrugged.
"Some of my issues come from a Boyfriend" Mason said to him.
"Ex Boyfriend?" Brett asked.
Not that it matters. But yes. He was Called Corey. I Met him in the Last year of High-school. Most of the Guys I knew at Beacon Hills, were closeted, or the Hump and dump type"
"Sounds Good to me" Brett said.
"Yeah well, I was very...Traditional at that point. Corey Bryant ticked a lot of boxes. He was funny charming, ambitious at first. I'd got an offer to join the Were Agency straight from High School. Corey wasn't crazy about me going after Were's but I was good. It gave me something to do, and it paid well.
"Then?" Brett asked, giving Mason a Bottled water.
"Thanks...I was working early days. Late Night Shifts trying to impress John, my Boss. The Guy I was going to call before your Dumb-ass snatched my phone. Corey didn't like me being away. We argued a lot. I slept on the sofa every night. Because of work, I had no idea that My Corey had been fired. When I did find out it was near his Birthday. Then on his actual Birthday I couldn't be there.
"Really?"
"Really... Killer Chimera on the loose" Mason said.
"Damn" Brett joked.
"Yeah. Corey called me. Calling me every name under the sun. I got home at One O clock in the morning ready to sleep in my bed AKA, the sofa, when I turned on the lights and Corey was doing a Little sofa Porno show for me, with a Special Guest"
"Let me guess. The Special Guest was a Filthy tarty dirty Were" Brett teased.
"What was her name...Lea...Laura or something?...Anyway that's one of the many reasons I hate Were's and...most Guys actually" Mason said.
"You can't hate all Guys because of one selfish prick" Brett said rubbing the other guy's back. So, an update and Address of this Corey please?" Brett asked.
"Why? so you can fuck him on my sofa too?" Mason laughed.
"No. He hurt you. After that Engaging Bed-time story, I'm more determined to put the frightners on Corey's arrogant ass"
Mason swerved his chair round and stared at him.
"You're serious aren't you?" The Agent asked.
"Of course"
Mason got up and Brett followed him back to the living room. Mason sat on the sofa first, looking around for the Remote for the Wide-screen Television on the wall. Brett reached over on the table and passed it to him.
"Thanks, how would you scare Corey?" Mason asked, turning the Television on.
"Err... go his place. Lie... tell him I'm your Boyfriend and throw him from pillar to post for a while? I don't know...Partner, I haven't though this..."
His sentence and [his thoughts] were muddled when Mason kissed him hard on the mouth with the beginnings of tongue. It was harsh, but Brett was surprised by the attraction and now affection floating through the air, causing Mason to smile.
Why didn't Brett have his phone on Camera mode now?
"You can fuck me...if you want" Mason told him.
"Huh...what?" Brett asked him confused.
"I should just get it over and done with. So what if you're a Were? I mean it's better than nothing. You're cute... and I don't have to tell my colleagues everything I do... so..."
Brett kissed away the insults and made it past his chin, before breathing on the Occiput part of Mason's neck.
"We can't fuck" Brett said.
"What? You're not into me now? You Were's are so Manipulative!"
"Hold on, before you go Wolfbane crazy. We just can't fuck right now. If we "Hump and Dump" you'll never come back here" Brett reasoned.
"That's kind of the point" Mason said as Brett gently held his hands.
"But if I never see you again, who's gonna keep my Fridge up to date? And I need to get you started on clearing out my Freezer, it seems like one of my Pack Members has gone crazy with the Ice-cream" Brett said.
Mason pulled him in by his shirt, and they made out until Mason's neck was bloody and Brett eyes were glowing with excitement.
