The Master [MxMxM+]

49

Right after the swimming pool where the fire pit was, was perfect for what Jet had in mind.

It was his chance to fix the date he'd destroyed the first time, and make things right.

Maybe it was a little cheating but he had Mason prepare the edibles for him, since anything he did wouldn't really be considered edible.

He didn't have to do much. A bottle of wine with glasses by the fire, it was perfect.

Alexander had kept his hair wavy but swept it back. Jet couldn't understand his obsession with crisp white shirts but with his folded sleeves and gorgeous looking ass, he was sexy as fuck.

Even with the worried, troubled look in his eyes.

He didn't understand it, if something had happened but he hoped to find out.

He offered him a drink immediately he saw him. Handing him the glass and inviting him to sit down. "Hi."

Alexander took his hand and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "Little cub," he said after they parted.

Jet settled down next to him but not quite close enough to be touching. "I'm no little cub." It brought a little smile to his lips and a few butterflies inside.

Fuck, it'd never been this bad before.

Jet sipped on his wine and turned to look at him and there it was again, the troubled look in his eyes.

"What is it?" Jet asked and for some reason, it came out sounding rude. No wonder people couldn't stand him.

The Master held his eyes for a few seconds before sighing and looking into the distance where the pool was. "I want to give you something," he said.

Jet would never have guessed what he'd say or do next, so he waited.

The Master reached out and put his palm out for Jet to give him his hand. Jet put his hand in his, not expecting the touch to be so electric.

He got a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and put it in Jet's hand, folding his fingers to close over it.

"Don't open it now," he seemed so fucking stressed it fed Jet's curiosity and his stress too. "At least after this date okay?"

"Did you write me a letter?" Jet tried for a light tone. "Aw. You shouldn't have."

The Master wasn't even smiling. He stared at Jet without uttering a word.

"What?" Jet asked self consciously.

Alexander shook his head but didn't stop looking.

Jet decided he'd cut to the chase, to prevent himself from getting overwhelmed by the gaze. "Listen, I just want to make this date better than the last."

"Hmm," Alexander responded.

Fucking hell, why was that sexy?

"I'm sorry you know..."

"Stop, I don't really care what happened that–"

"But I do," said Jet. "So hear me out. This time, I want to tell you about my family."

He couldn't even believe his own words, he was finally telling someone.

The look on Alexander's face made Jet a little curious and his next words, all the more. "Pour me another drink first."

He did. He filled his glass midway with the wine, then got on with his story.

"I have a huge family," he said and Alexander had already finished his glass. He poured himself the next one and filled the glass to the brim. What the fuck was wrong with him?