The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

5

They all went inside Polly's house after the silent car ride. Michael was still seething. He spun around after the door shut behind Mason. His finger up, ready to yell.

But he stilled himself. Polly had never seen him compose himself so quickly.

"Yes," was all Michael said.

"Hm?" Mason questioned.

"Yes, you are my...boyfriend."

"Um, what does that mean?" Mason asked, he looked so unsure. This was new to both of them.

New to me, too, Polly thought.

"It means...it means that...I'm bisexual. It means that my kids are going to have two fucking dads. That I'll have to explain our relationship to every person that meets us. It means that my mom is going to have an absolute...fit...when she hears about how much I love you," Michael was pacing with his fingers combed through his dark hair.

"It means that you fucking can't leave. And you definitely can't fuck other men...or women!" He corrected. "It means you better not break my heart...or Polly's," he said pointing to her as he stared down Mason.

"It means you spend holidays with me. You follow my... fucking... rules..." Michael lowered his head and pinched the area between his eyes. "What the fuck am I doing? You're my best friend, Mase. I've always needed you around. I've always loved you. I mean, not always like this... you get it. Anyway, I think you get it."

Polly had tears in her eyes as she looked over to Mason to see how he was handling this torrent of emotions and realizations.

But Mason just stood there like a statue as he stared at Michael.

"Well, aren't you going to say something?" Michael asked with a bit of annoyance in his tone. "I really nailed that fucking speech!"

After a pause, Mason said, "Okay."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? The hell?! You talked to Polly about this shit because she did the same God damn thing...." But Michael was cut off as Mason launched himself the few feet to crash Michael against the wall. His lips pressed hard into Michael's as he absolutely plundered his mouth.

Mason grabbed Michael's hair and controlled the kiss. His pelvis pushed hard against the taller man's cock as he tilted Michael's head using his hair.

Mason used the hand not in his hair to pull down the front of Michael's jeans with such force that the button popped and the zipper tore.

Mason kicked Michael's feet slightly apart so he could get closer while lowering Michael to his height. His grip on the swollen cock was tight, almost punishing. He began to jack it hard and fast. Mason pulled Michael's head back breaking the kiss. Looking down at him he said, "I fucking love this cock."

Polly couldn't believe her eyes. She had seen this side of Mason before, usually just briefly and only with her. Seeing Michael at his mercy was mind blowing.

Mason nipped at Michael's lip, "You aren't going to fight back?" He taunted him, licking over the swollen lip. "You'd let me just take you?"

Mason placed his forearm over Michael's throat, holding him in place as he continued to pump his cock. Michael bit his own lip and tilted his head back, groaning to the ceiling - handing himself over to the pleasure.

"You would let me do that, wouldn't you? Who's the fucking pussy now, bitch?"

Michael reached up and grabbed Mason's throat, spinning both of them around so Mason's back hit the wall. He squeezed Mason's throat and slammed the hand that once touched his cock to the wall.