Going All The Way With Mason Blake

Mason Blake: Chapter 21

I’m blown away!! I can’t believe how much support I actually got. 24 votes and 14 comments?!?! Seriously, I almost started tearing up! Lollz

Anyways, I wasn’t planning on writing today, but you guys deserve it! Also, on a side note I got a lot of “this Max dude sounds hot” and wanted to say there is a picture of him last chapter… maybe you didn’t see it?

Enjoy! (:

~Alex~

                “Max, honey where are you!” I hear a smooth female voice call. I almost start doing a happy dance right then and there when I realize there will be no macho-man confrontation in the middle of my room.

                “Moms,” Max sighs in explanation before walking past Mason.

                I hear him thump down the stairs before I face Mason, who's currently  giving me a disapproving smile.

                “What?” I ask suddenly getting a little annoyed at Mason’s over protectiveness.

                I never seemed to mind it much, but lately I’ve been feeling a little suffocated. I know he's always been this way around guys, but maybe I just never got this much male attention and now I'm starting to notice it? Yeah, that has to be it.

                “What were you doing with a boy in your room?” Mason asks taking a very parental like role, then he quickly adds, “Especially with what you’re wearing,”

                I roll my eyes at his dominating stance. He crosses his arms in emphasis.

                “Nothing Father, just having crazy, wild $ex. You know the usual when there's like two pair of parents in my living room," I finish giving Mason a pointed look. 

                He looks appalled before cracking a smile and then looking stern allover again. 

               "Please answer the question truthfully," 

                I cock and eyebrow before saying, "He just came to say hello since I haven’t seen him in nine years. You know people tend to want to catch up. Also, what I’m wearing isn’t that bad- you’ve seen me in it plenty of times,” I finish not fully knowing why I’m giving him an explanation in the first place. I know he asked for one, but who is he to waltz into my room with a cocky attitude and a demand for an explanation?

                “I’ve seen you in a lot less as well,” Mason simply replies before walking over to my drawers and pulling out a hoodie and a pair of jeans.

                “Here change,” he commands plopping the navy blue hoodie and dark wash jeans next to me and going to stand at the frame of my door.

                I give him an incredulous look, “There’s two things wrong with this situation,” I start making sure he’s listening before I continue, “First, why would I wear that? And since when do you tell me what to do? And two, you want me to change with the door open and you in my room?”

                Mason stares at me with a stern expression on his face for a few more seconds before he bursts out into a grin.

                “I’m kidding, geesh! What do I care what you wear? But do get changed. We’re all going to the big apple for Christmas Eve,” Mason exclaims before turning around, closing my door, and walking away.

                "We are in the big apple!" I correct knowing he means the city, but deciding to be a pain in the hinny. He most likely didn't hear me anyways, though.