After Waiting For Mr. Ashwell, I was completely smitten with M/M erotica. I decided to take a chance and write something contemporary and it ended up being more fun than I ever imagined. I haven’t looked back since. I imagined a hot guy, living in New York and lusting after his gorgeous neighbor. Mason doesn’t know his crush’s name but he knows he’s in love.
Once again, it starts with a kiss…
Mason whistled as he skipped up the steps and nodded to the doorman as he entered the lobby. He saw the elevator doors closing and for some reason, he ran for them instead of waiting two minutes for the elevator to return. He grabbed one of the doors and pushed just before they closed and they slowly slid open. Mason smiled as he stepped forward and froze when his eyes met 12C’s. Mason stepped forward and 12C remained still as the doors closed behind Mason, instead of stepping back and giving him room. Once again, they were chest to chest, Mason’s t-shirt brushed against the buttons of 12C’s shirt as he inhaled and Mason let his head fall to the side as he searched 12C’s eyes. Mason saw 12C’s eyes flick to his lips and they were plunged into heat as the elevator went up.
There was a groan, Mason wasn't sure who started it but it passed through both of them as his hands closed around 12C’s face and their lips collided. Mason felt his body moving forward, backing 12C against the wall as his tongue traced 12C’s lower lip. 12C gasped and his hands clutched at Mason’s shirt, pulling him closer. Mason’s tongue surged into 12C’s mouth and twirled around his tongue. Mason moaned as he tasted cherries and beer, his tongue swept deep and greedy into 12C’s mouth, searching for more. 12C’s hand burned through Mason’s clothes as it slid down his back. Mason’s eyes flared as he felt 12C’s hand close around his ass and pull him hard against his very large erection. Mason growled in approval as he rocked his hips against 12C. He felt 12C’s other hand slide into his hair as their hearts pounded savagely against each other’s chests. Mason let his fingertips glide down 12C’s neck and chest before he fisted his hands in 12C’s shirt as he angled his head and sucked on 12C’s tongue.
The bing of the elevator had their heads snapping up as the doors slid open. Stunned and breathless, Mason stepped back and looked around. What just happened? Mason blinked as he looked back at 12C. There was no help there as Mason met 12C’s glazed expression. They both moved silently into the hall and turned toward their doors. Autopilot kicked in and they walked side by side until Mason reached his door and pulled his keys from his pocket. He fumbled at the lock as 12C continued on to his door. Once he was in his apartment, Mason looked around, disoriented and painfully aroused.
“What the actual fuck was that?” Mason whispered as he pressed his hand to his chest, trying to get his breathing to settle. His brows pulled together as he looked in the direction of 12C. “Why am I here and not over there?” He asked as he tried to string his thoughts together and make something coherent happen.
Once Mason has his man, he learns that love requires a good deal of compromise…
“How about a long bath?” Mason asked and was surprised when Avery shook his head firmly.
“No. No baths,” he said as he edged toward the shower. Mason’s head pulled back in confusion.
“Come on, it’ll be relaxing. I’ll put on some Etta James, light candles, grab a bottle of wine, bubbles…” He splayed his hand against Avery’s chest and let it slide down slowly but Avery’s eyes were wide and he shook his head.
“No, I can’t. Baths are like body soup,” he said and Mason’s brows pulled together in confusion.
“Body soup?” He raised a brow and Avery nodded. “I promise, the tub’s clean. I have a woman in here twice a week,” Mason said defensively. Avery kept shaking his head and his lips pulled tight.
“It’s not the tub. You want to sit in hot water while everything that’s on our bodies just mixes and sticks on us,” he explained. Mason’s mouth fell open as he tried to understand.
“You’re bothered about that after what you just did to me? You licked the sweat off of my body!” Mason was seriously struggling. Avery pointed at the shower.
“There, we wash and it goes down the drain. We’re clean.” His arm swung to the tub. “There, we sit in our sweat and God knows what else. When we get out, we’re still covered in everything we started with. When I lick the sweat off your body in bed, it’s fresh and it’s clean. When you get out of that tub, it’s mixed with feet and ass and lubricant and soap and it all just dries on you.” He was starting to get anxious. Mason’s hand scrubbed over his mouth and he clenched his teeth to keep from laughing.
“Jesus, you’ve really put a lot of thought into this,” Mason whispered as he turned and stared at the tub. He smiled and turned back to Avery. “What if we take a long bath and then a quick shower?” He offered. Avery rubbed his chin as he stared at the tub and then looked at the shower. He nodded faintly.
“Fine. But I better not get any bath water in my mouth,” he said and Mason rolled his eyes as he pressed a quick kiss to Avery’s lips.
“Deal. Wait here,” Mason said before he dashed out of the bathroom.
Mason programmed the music, grabbed a bottle of Riesling, glasses and matches. He set the wine and glasses on the teak bench by the tub and quickly lit the candles scattered around the bathroom. He turned the water on, making sure it was just the right temperature (almost too hot) and added a generous amount of citrine scented bath soak. He made sure he didn’t fill the tub too much, enjoying the fact that he was accounting for the displacement of water from two bodies in his tub. Mason turned off the water and found Avery eyeing the scene warily. Mason raised his hand and gestured for Avery to come closer. Avery looked like he was about to refuse. Mason pointed to the floor in front of him and Avery sighed in defeat as he trudged forward.
“You’ll love this,” Mason said as he leaned forward and kissed Avery. He stepped into the tub and eased himself into the hot, fragrant water and heaps of bubbles. Mason hadn’t really noticed the oversized tub when he bought the apartment, now he was sure he’d never get another place without one. “Sit,” he commanded as he pointed at the other end of the tub. Avery whimpered as he stepped in. “Don’t be a baby,” Mason teased as he watched Avery lower himself. “Scoot forward a bit,” Mason said once Avery was seated. Mason slid toward Avery and positioned Avery’s legs over his. He guided Avery closer until they were almost chest to chest then poured the wine and handed Avery a glass. “Well?” Mason asked as he watched Avery drink. Avery raised a bubble covered hand to his face and sniffed.
“It smells nice,” he admitted.
Avery brushed his hand against Mason’s nose, depositing a dollop of bubbles. Mason smiled and blew them off. Mason twined their fingers and leaned forward and kissed him. They kissed, drank wine, whispered words against each other’s lips and laughed until Mason slid back and turned his body.
“Scoot back,” Mason said as he poured more wine. Avery moved back and reclined. Mason slid closer and lowered his back until he rested against Avery’s chest. He interlocked his hand with Avery’s and draped it over his chest as he reached for his wine.
“This is nice,” Avery sighed as he raised his glass to his lips. Mason took a sip of his wine.
“Mmmhmm,” he hummed as he swallowed. “I told you,” Mason said drowsily.
They remained until the water started to get cool, murmuring and sighing as they caressed each other soothingly. Mason turned over and slid his body against Avery’s. He dipped his lips below the water and bit Avery’s nipple then let his tongue slide up Avery’s chest and neck toward his mouth. Mason nibbled Avery’s chin then went in for a kiss. Avery swung his head away and Mason pulled his head back in confusion.
“Nope. You’re not kissing me.” He shook his head and Mason frowned.
“Why?” His brows rose as he waited.
“No bathwater in my mouth,” Avery repeated and Mason shook his head in disbelief.
“You can’t be serious,” he said and Avery nodded.
“Very.” He drained his wine glass. Mason narrowed his eyes as he settled onto his knees. He grabbed his wine and took a big gulp and swished it vigorously then swallowed.
“There. Wine’s stronger than mouthwash. Better?” He looked at Avery expectantly. Avery took a moment to consider before he shrugged.
“I’m not sure if the science supports it but I’ll let it go,” he said as he leaned forward.
“Thanks,” Mason said sarcastically as he stood up and got out of the tub. Avery stared up at him.
“Come on, don’t pout,” he teased as he rose. “Kiss me,” he demanded as he reached for Mason.
“You had your chance,” he said as he stepped away and reached into the shower and turned the water on.
Avery grabbed him and shoved him into the shower, under the water before it had a chance to heat up. Mason gasped in shock and Avery’s mouth covered his. Mason pushed his hands into Avery’s hair as their lips and tongues slid and swirled together urgently.
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Once again, it starts with a kiss…
Mason whistled as he skipped up the steps and nodded to the doorman as he entered the lobby. He saw the elevator doors closing and for some reason, he ran for them instead of waiting two minutes for the elevator to return. He grabbed one of the doors and pushed just before they closed and they slowly slid open. Mason smiled as he stepped forward and froze when his eyes met 12C’s. Mason stepped forward and 12C remained still as the doors closed behind Mason, instead of stepping back and giving him room. Once again, they were chest to chest, Mason’s t-shirt brushed against the buttons of 12C’s shirt as he inhaled and Mason let his head fall to the side as he searched 12C’s eyes. Mason saw 12C’s eyes flick to his lips and they were plunged into heat as the elevator went up.
There was a groan, Mason wasn't sure who started it but it passed through both of them as his hands closed around 12C’s face and their lips collided. Mason felt his body moving forward, backing 12C against the wall as his tongue traced 12C’s lower lip. 12C gasped and his hands clutched at Mason’s shirt, pulling him closer. Mason’s tongue surged into 12C’s mouth and twirled around his tongue. Mason moaned as he tasted cherries and beer, his tongue swept deep and greedy into 12C’s mouth, searching for more. 12C’s hand burned through Mason’s clothes as it slid down his back. Mason’s eyes flared as he felt 12C’s hand close around his ass and pull him hard against his very large erection. Mason growled in approval as he rocked his hips against 12C. He felt 12C’s other hand slide into his hair as their hearts pounded savagely against each other’s chests. Mason let his fingertips glide down 12C’s neck and chest before he fisted his hands in 12C’s shirt as he angled his head and sucked on 12C’s tongue.
The bing of the elevator had their heads snapping up as the doors slid open. Stunned and breathless, Mason stepped back and looked around. What just happened? Mason blinked as he looked back at 12C. There was no help there as Mason met 12C’s glazed expression. They both moved silently into the hall and turned toward their doors. Autopilot kicked in and they walked side by side until Mason reached his door and pulled his keys from his pocket. He fumbled at the lock as 12C continued on to his door. Once he was in his apartment, Mason looked around, disoriented and painfully aroused.
“What the actual fuck was that?” Mason whispered as he pressed his hand to his chest, trying to get his breathing to settle. His brows pulled together as he looked in the direction of 12C. “Why am I here and not over there?” He asked as he tried to string his thoughts together and make something coherent happen.
Once Mason has his man, he learns that love requires a good deal of compromise…
“How about a long bath?” Mason asked and was surprised when Avery shook his head firmly.
“No. No baths,” he said as he edged toward the shower. Mason’s head pulled back in confusion.
“Come on, it’ll be relaxing. I’ll put on some Etta James, light candles, grab a bottle of wine, bubbles…” He splayed his hand against Avery’s chest and let it slide down slowly but Avery’s eyes were wide and he shook his head.
“No, I can’t. Baths are like body soup,” he said and Mason’s brows pulled together in confusion.
“Body soup?” He raised a brow and Avery nodded. “I promise, the tub’s clean. I have a woman in here twice a week,” Mason said defensively. Avery kept shaking his head and his lips pulled tight.
“It’s not the tub. You want to sit in hot water while everything that’s on our bodies just mixes and sticks on us,” he explained. Mason’s mouth fell open as he tried to understand.
“You’re bothered about that after what you just did to me? You licked the sweat off of my body!” Mason was seriously struggling. Avery pointed at the shower.
“There, we wash and it goes down the drain. We’re clean.” His arm swung to the tub. “There, we sit in our sweat and God knows what else. When we get out, we’re still covered in everything we started with. When I lick the sweat off your body in bed, it’s fresh and it’s clean. When you get out of that tub, it’s mixed with feet and ass and lubricant and soap and it all just dries on you.” He was starting to get anxious. Mason’s hand scrubbed over his mouth and he clenched his teeth to keep from laughing.
“Jesus, you’ve really put a lot of thought into this,” Mason whispered as he turned and stared at the tub. He smiled and turned back to Avery. “What if we take a long bath and then a quick shower?” He offered. Avery rubbed his chin as he stared at the tub and then looked at the shower. He nodded faintly.
“Fine. But I better not get any bath water in my mouth,” he said and Mason rolled his eyes as he pressed a quick kiss to Avery’s lips.
“Deal. Wait here,” Mason said before he dashed out of the bathroom.
Mason programmed the music, grabbed a bottle of Riesling, glasses and matches. He set the wine and glasses on the teak bench by the tub and quickly lit the candles scattered around the bathroom. He turned the water on, making sure it was just the right temperature (almost too hot) and added a generous amount of citrine scented bath soak. He made sure he didn’t fill the tub too much, enjoying the fact that he was accounting for the displacement of water from two bodies in his tub. Mason turned off the water and found Avery eyeing the scene warily. Mason raised his hand and gestured for Avery to come closer. Avery looked like he was about to refuse. Mason pointed to the floor in front of him and Avery sighed in defeat as he trudged forward.
“You’ll love this,” Mason said as he leaned forward and kissed Avery. He stepped into the tub and eased himself into the hot, fragrant water and heaps of bubbles. Mason hadn’t really noticed the oversized tub when he bought the apartment, now he was sure he’d never get another place without one. “Sit,” he commanded as he pointed at the other end of the tub. Avery whimpered as he stepped in. “Don’t be a baby,” Mason teased as he watched Avery lower himself. “Scoot forward a bit,” Mason said once Avery was seated. Mason slid toward Avery and positioned Avery’s legs over his. He guided Avery closer until they were almost chest to chest then poured the wine and handed Avery a glass. “Well?” Mason asked as he watched Avery drink. Avery raised a bubble covered hand to his face and sniffed.
“It smells nice,” he admitted.
Avery brushed his hand against Mason’s nose, depositing a dollop of bubbles. Mason smiled and blew them off. Mason twined their fingers and leaned forward and kissed him. They kissed, drank wine, whispered words against each other’s lips and laughed until Mason slid back and turned his body.
“Scoot back,” Mason said as he poured more wine. Avery moved back and reclined. Mason slid closer and lowered his back until he rested against Avery’s chest. He interlocked his hand with Avery’s and draped it over his chest as he reached for his wine.
“This is nice,” Avery sighed as he raised his glass to his lips. Mason took a sip of his wine.
“Mmmhmm,” he hummed as he swallowed. “I told you,” Mason said drowsily.
They remained until the water started to get cool, murmuring and sighing as they caressed each other soothingly. Mason turned over and slid his body against Avery’s. He dipped his lips below the water and bit Avery’s nipple then let his tongue slide up Avery’s chest and neck toward his mouth. Mason nibbled Avery’s chin then went in for a kiss. Avery swung his head away and Mason pulled his head back in confusion.
“Nope. You’re not kissing me.” He shook his head and Mason frowned.
“Why?” His brows rose as he waited.
“No bathwater in my mouth,” Avery repeated and Mason shook his head in disbelief.
“You can’t be serious,” he said and Avery nodded.
“Very.” He drained his wine glass. Mason narrowed his eyes as he settled onto his knees. He grabbed his wine and took a big gulp and swished it vigorously then swallowed.
“There. Wine’s stronger than mouthwash. Better?” He looked at Avery expectantly. Avery took a moment to consider before he shrugged.
“I’m not sure if the science supports it but I’ll let it go,” he said as he leaned forward.
“Thanks,” Mason said sarcastically as he stood up and got out of the tub. Avery stared up at him.
“Come on, don’t pout,” he teased as he rose. “Kiss me,” he demanded as he reached for Mason.
“You had your chance,” he said as he stepped away and reached into the shower and turned the water on.
Avery grabbed him and shoved him into the shower, under the water before it had a chance to heat up. Mason gasped in shock and Avery’s mouth covered his. Mason pushed his hands into Avery’s hair as their lips and tongues slid and swirled together urgently.
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