Dodge Mason // Mystery Boy

26

(tw: suicide mentioned and also SMUT)
would y'all be mad if i stop doing titles? I AM NOT GOOD AT THESE

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I pull away from the kiss and turn away for a second.

"What's the matter?" he asks reaching for my hand. I let out a sigh.

"Can I just know one thing?" I let out softly.

"What is it?"

"Andrew?" It was one word. A name really. A statement. But he knew it was a question— a mystery for me. He let out a sigh of his own. He stood and began pacing for a bit before turning to me.

"I had to re-enroll here under a different name for a town service award."

"What?"

"I redid my senior year here and needed to change my name to do it so I could get a town service award and help my mom out." We both stood in silence letting the information marinate. It makes sense. It makes sense. The hurricane. Medical bills. Records would've shown he already graduated. But that's not all. I sat defeated letting my thoughts and emotions be at war. It was one thing to believe Dodge but a whole other thing to let myself believe him. I look up and see him staring at his shelf with trophies.

"Are they all yours?" I ask getting up slowly to join in viewing next to him.

"Some of them, yeah. Some of them are my dad's." I take a closer look at the biggest one. It wasn't very large just the biggest amongst the others. I run my finger over the engraving on the bottom. "I was, like, 16? When I got that one. After I beat his time." He lets out a small laugh. "Never forget the look on his face after I came out of the pit that day."

"He must've been proud." I state with hope.

"Not really," he replies a little colder than before. I look over at him. "He was drunk." He looks over at me too and takes a second to collect himself. "That was the last day I actually saw him alive." I start to open my mouth but no sound comes out so Dodge fills it for me. "He, um... I don't know— He came back a few months later after that and he hung himself."

"I- uh," he scoffs and cuts me off with a sad smile and watery eyes.

"We always used to joke that he would die with a bull rope in his hand." After the last of the words left his mouth he realizes what he's said and tries to turn away. "I'm sorry, that's a—"

I cut him off with a hug. "That's awful." He is still at first. He takes a few breaths and lets him be surrounded by me. After a few seconds, I pull away without our arms letting go so I can look at him. He looks down at me and gives me a kiss on the forehead.

I return the kiss on his lips. And then I give him another. He holds this one and my neck is met with the warmth of his hand. His fingers are gentle and his thumb caresses my jawline. His other hand makes it's way up my body and towards the buttons on my shirt lightly grazing my breast. He breaks the kiss and undoes the buttons and I help pull off my white buttoned crop top. He pulls off his black shirt from the collar behind his neck not once taking his eyes off me. He grabs my neck a bit harder this time and kisses me with a bit more force bringing a jolt into my body. His other hand explores my body as we make out and his tongue pushes into my mouth meeting mine.

He tastes like the smell after it's rained and I let myself melt under his control. He runs his hands down my back and stops right under my ass holding my thighs squeezing them signaling me to jump so I do. He carries me and breaks the kiss so I start to softly suck on his neck. He brings me over to the bed and lays me down gently with him on top of me. His forehead meets mine and he looks into my eyes searching for any disapproval. I make sure he doesn't find any. He kisses me and then kisses my neck and slowly kisses down to my breasts. I arch my back letting his reach behind me to unclog my bra. I help take it off and he throws it onto the floor and redirects his attention to my boobs. He takes one into his hand and begins sucking on the other one. His tongue and his thumb run over my nipples giving me goosebumps. He looks up at me and starts kissing down my stomach to the hem of my shorts. He takes them off with my panties and gives me one last look before pressing a kiss and his tongue onto my clit. I bite my lip slightly waiting for more. He starts licking harder and switches between his tongue and his thumb. I start to feel how wet I am and I run my fingers through his hair and then he pushes two fingers inside of me while still licking, getting a moan from me. He pushes deeper and curls his finger causing me to moan even more, I feel him smiling against me so I gently pull his hair to bring his face to mine. I kiss him and I try to unbutton his jeans so he helps me take them off.

"What are you doing to me?" he whispers.

"I'm not doing anything," I whisper back. He leans down and touches my ear with his lips.

"Then what do you want from me?" I feel his breath on my ear and I feel his hands rubbing my thighs.

"I want you, Mason." He meets my eyes with his.

"You have me," he replies before kissing me. Its a deep kiss and he holds my neck to deepen it further. I reach down and palm him in my hand and he moans into my mouth. He sits up a bit between my legs and grabs a condom from his bedside table and puts it on. He lines himself up with me and slowly pushes into me. We fall into a rhythm and the room starts filling with moans and soft curses. The steady rhythm starts getting faster and sloppier as Dodge pins my arms up above me. I close my eyes and let myself feel release as I finish and he cums in me. We lay for a second with him on top of me. He pulls out and falls to my side and pulls me in to cuddle, laying a kiss on my forehead.

"That was... nice," I break the silence.

"Shut up," he laughs.