WINGS

CHAPTER NINE

After carefully talking it through, he and Brent had finally reached an agreement. Mason didn't want to stay in the base house, so they agreed he would move in, but it would be temporary. It would give him some time to find a place in town. 

It took almost no time at all for Brent to get Mason packed up and moved. Thanks to a few of the soldiers willing to lend the Sergeant a hand. Mason still held his reluctance about them living together so suddenly, but Brent had ways of persuasion he found quite hard to ignore. Though he'd read enough to know what happens when couples moved too fast, the end result was a ruined relationship.

Up to now, everything seemed to be working out. And at the same time, he couldn't argue with waking up next to Brent in the mornings or the fact that Brent made it so easy for him to feel like he belonged in his arms.  It wasn't to say the idea of playing house had frightened him some, simply because he was in fear that if things didn't last between them, just how prepared would he be to face the rest of the world? He would have no choice, but he needed to be ready to face anything that came his way.

The evenings were less quiet now, it wasn't like before when he didn't see Michael for months at a time. Brent came home every night and like any other couple, everything fell into its own routine, learning each other's faults, dislikes, and annoyances. 

Brent walked through the door to find Mason setting the table for dinner. Spoiling his young lover with constant little love pats on the ass usually followed by a greedy kiss. After a shower, he would then join Mason and they would sit down to eat. The two were becoming somewhat predictable with each other and Brent always turned up at his side to contribute in the cleanup and putting away the dishes. The rest was contingent upon whether Mason had class or was expected to go into work earlier than usual the next day.

Mason put away the last dish. "Done."

Brent massaged his shoulders with a little kiss to the neck as he swirled his arms around the tapered little waist. It drove Mason crazy. "Hey, don't you have class tonight?" Brent loved to kiss, endlessly. And if that weren't enough, he always found a reason to have his hands on Mason. Or his mouth when he could get away with it.

"Thought I might stay home. Don't really feel like going tonight."

Brent turned Mason to face him and reached to check up Mason's forehead. "You're not running a fever."

"I'm not sick." He playfully slapped Brent's hand away and tried to walk around him. "I just don't feel like going."

Brent bowed his head, shaking it no as he palmed Mason's chest, and backed his ass against the counter. His eyes drew up slowly, and Mason smiled at the molesting gaze staring back at him. Brent teased him with a passionate kiss, then pulled away. "You like that?" he whispered.

"Ooh, you know I do," said Mason, interested in where this was going.

"How about this?" Brent lapped his tongue over his bottom lip first, then delve fully into his mouth with a succulent draw before pulling away again.

"Mmm, one of my favorites." Mason stirred.

"And this?" He spread his hands over his butt cheeks and groped fiercely.

Mason let out a sharp breath and couldn't keep from breaking a smile. "Oh, oh, yeah, definitely like that."

Brent took Mason's hand and placed it over his bulge, forcing him to feel what was waiting for him. "Feel that?"

Mason had and would have given it more attention had Brent not pulled his hand away. "Stop teasing me, you know..."

"You want it? And you can have it."