WINGS

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Early Sunday morning Mason got up to make them breakfast. By the time Brent made his way into the kitchen, Mason had just finished with the eggs. The earthy scent mixed with man waved over him as arms wrapped around his wais. A clean shaven face brushed the side of his cheek. "Mmm. Smells delicious."

"It's just eggs and bacon. And I haven't even started cooking yet."

"I was talking about you, beautiful."

"Sleep well?" Mason asked, laying down the pieces of bacon into the skillet.

"You know I did. Thanks to you," he said, giving Mason a love pat on the butt. "Did you?"

"Just enough, maybe." He turned to his fiancé with a cheesy smile.

"Uh-oh. What's wrong? I swear I didn't leave the cap off the toothpaste this time. You can check for yourself."

Mason tried to look serious. "I think you've made me an addict when it comes to sex, mister."

Brent held a sly grin and dug a finger in the front of Mason's sweats. He pulled him closer as he leaned back against the counter. "Ooh, I like the sound of that. So, you're saying this is a bad thing? How?" He lassoed his arms around him again, tilting his head slightly when Mason didn't look up at him, realizing there was more to it.

Mason loved the feel of raw muscle and never failed to be hypnotized by the warm glisten of dusted hair over Brent's chest, calling to him, begging for his attention. It always sent a shockwave of erotic sensation spiraling to his groin. Of course, it was a guilty pleasure he would never tell playing it all nonchalant. "Brent. Don't be mad, and god, I must be out of mind for saying this...but we can't keep having sex for all hours of the night. Or at least I can't. I can't risk letting my grades fall. I've been too tired to study and honestly, I don't know how you get up in the morning."

Brent was glowing about it but gently guided Mason's chin up at him. He loved seeing those pretty little brown eyes, which was the fault of his morning wood most times. "I'm sorry I've been such a beast. You're right. We'll slow it way down."

Mason laughed, his eyes dropping down at the obvious tenting in the man's briefs. "Hmm. I'm not sure you do."

He grinned some, looking down. "Uhm, that's more your fault than mine. What can I say? You do that to me."

Biting his bottom lip through all kinds of naughty thoughts, he knew he'd be in trouble, or would be if he didn't stop their interaction. "Better for me if I just walk away now," Mason said, fighting off the privilege to make any further contact.

"Well," Brent sighed as he picked up a toothpick and chewed on it. "That's a shame. And here I thought we would just spend the morning in bed."

Mason nodded with a squint and turned back around to see to the bacon. "Mm-humph. Oh, I'm on to you. Don't you think I know you're playing dirty? Two can play that game, mister." Mason leaned over his shoulder, seductively sucking his finger. Then arched his back slightly as his wet finger dug beneath the waist of his sweats, slowly revealing his inviting, pale tan line. "But wait. No...probably best we don't..."

"You know better than to tease me, civilian," said Brent, his near laugh warning him as he chewed away on his toothpick. "It'll be too late and then you'll be sorry."

Mason turned off the stove and then spun around again, pointing two finger pistols at him. "Rumor has it, Sergeant Wilde...That. You. Are. A dirty old man!" Mason laughed out loud.  

"Rumors, huh?" said Brent as a tenacious brow lifted. 

"Nuh-uh, I'm not talking soldier. Give it up."