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Intermission to Depression	By : quoteintangible Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Metro Station Views: 1011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Intermission to Depression
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“Make love to me.”

I raised my eyebrow and smirked at Mason as he sat next to me on my bunk.

“Now’s hardly the time…or place,” I teased.

Mason cast his glance around nervously. We were alone back here, but we could hear laughter in the lounge and the other ominous sounds that proved we were not entirely alone.

Mace licked his lips nervously. “I know that, but I…I need this, Trace. Please.”

How was I to pass up the chance of sex? I smiled devilishly at Mason and pulled him further into the bunk, shutting the curtain behind us. Besides, there was something so alluring about the danger of being caught.

The bunk was small and cramped, but it was decidedly bigger than some of the bathroom stalls we had done it in.

We couldn’t exactly afford to be picky.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked when I finally maneuvered him onto his back, my fingers lightly brushing over his nipple through his t-shirt. “Even if there’s a possibility that at any moment someone could rip that curtain open and we could both be butt naked with my cock buried up your ass?”

Mason looked away a dark blush crept up the edges of his cheeks to adorn his face, but he still nodded.

It wasn’t quite the reaction I expected, well hoped for. I had hoped for a teasing remark, not this quiet, withdrawn response.

My hand stilled its gentle caress. “Mason,” his eyes continued to stare vacantly at the wall, “why do you want to do this?”

“Does it matter?” he replied, his lower lip trembling.

“It does.”

“I just,” and he paused, his eyes scanning the wall as if the answer was there, “I just need to feel you.”

He turned to look at me, a hint of a smirk in his dark brown eyes and a coy smile dancing on his lips.

“Besides,” he teased, “do I really need an excuse for mind blowing sex?” He teased, his hands ghosting along my sides, his breath hot in my ear. “Especially when it’s with you,” he whispered.

Before I could say anything more, Mason grabbed my shirt and pulled me down into a fierce kiss.

He eagerly fumbled for the top button of my jeans, shoving his hands down my pants as soon as the button was free. He curled his hand around my erection and shoved my pants down with his other hand. I moaned and instinctually thrust into his hand.

“Someone’s eager,” I gasped and pinned his hands to the bed before I came too soon.

“Do you want this or not,” he growled, thrusting up so that our erections slid together in tantalizing friction, a challenge written clearly in his glazed eyes.

My eyes narrowed in response. “On your knees, slut.”

“Gladly master,” he readily complied.

I tugged down his pants and slicked two fingers with the lube we always kept handy for situations like this. I smoothed my free hand across his stomach and pressed wet kisses down his spine. Without warning I shoved my slickened fingers inside of him.

Mason grunted low in his throat as he opened his legs wider to accept the sudden invasion.

I pressed a kissed to his back and angled my fingers just right until it was hitting that spot and sending jolts of pleasure through him. Mason groaned, muffling the sound into the sheets, as he pushed back against my fingers.

It had been far too long since we’d last done and the sight of Mason moaning for me, begging for me forced lust to surge through my foggy brain.

I withdrew my fingers and shuffled forward until I was pressing against him.

We both moaned as I pushed inside agonizingly slow. Mason tried to push back, but I gripped his hips tightly forcing him to remain still.

I buried my face into the hot curve of Mason’s shoulders, panting heavily at the intense heat that enveloped me and nearly sent me over the edge.

A groan caught in my throat and my breath hitched from the jolts of pleasure running through me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted harshly, my eyes clenched shut until I was fully seated.

Mason only groaned in response, his fists clenching in the sheets.

My own hands gripped his hips tighter as I pulled out and thrust back in.

“O god, Trace, fuck…”

I leaned forward more, one hand settling on the wall to steady me as I pulled back and thrust in harder, faster. Mason pushed back, meeting me thrust for thrust.

I slid my free hand along slickened skin, across his stomach and reaching lower until my hand was ghosting over his erection, teasingly.

“Mason,” I whispered and grabbed his erection, jerking him off in time with my thrusts.

“Ugh.” I snapped my hips and Mason lowered his head, biting his lip to keep from crying out.

I thrust again, long and hard. I could feel the heat pooling in my groin and that familiar tightening. All I heard through the fog surrounding my brain were pleading, hoarse words of please, and more and muffled whimpers. My vision was hazy with pleasure, my thrusts erratic, as I finally came, muffling my cries into Mason’s shoulder as I bit down hard.

Mace came, biting his lip as he shuddered and came. His elbows caved and he sank down onto the bed.

Carefully I pulled back, wincing as Mason hissed. I lied down next to him and placed an apologetic kiss to his cheek.

“Did that satisfy your need?” I panted, my leaden eyes twinkling with amusement. Mason smacked me halfheartedly.

“Hard to tell,” he joked back.

Before I could formulate a response, the soft sound of feet approaching us reached our ears.

I wrapped a protective arm around Mason as he leaned back into me.

“Mason?” Blake’s worried voice floated towards us. Mason bit his lip, but did not respond.

“Mason, I understand if you don’t want to talk to me right now, but…I…I’m sorry, Mason. I know about you and Trace, and I…I had no right to kiss you like that. I’m sorry.” Blake walked away leaving me in stunned silence.

“He…he kissed you!” Mason buried his burning cheeks into the pillow.

“I’m sorry, Trace. I didn’t want him too. He just kind of threw himself at me and I didn’t know what to do.”

I chuckled softly. “I’m not mad, Mason. Amused is more like it. God, I don’t even know why we bothered to keep this a secret.”

“We weren’t very good at it.”

“Well I can’t help it that you’re so damn noisy.”

“You love it!” He growled playfully and turned around to face me.

“And I can’t help it that you’re just so damn sexy that I can’t keep my hands from you, keep you from making those sexy noises.”

“What can I say, I’m awesome.”

“And modest too.” I kissed his lips, a slow tender kiss. “I love you, Mason.”

“I love you too,” he replied and kissed me back.

“Why don’t you say we give them another show?” I smirked.

“I am always a willing participant to your desires.”

“Well then, let’s give them a show they’re not soon to forget.”

Sometime later, as Mason moaned rather obscenely and a rhythmic thudding, I was later told could be heard throughout the whole bus, I realized this was all I ever really needed. And I didn’t really care if anyone else knew.
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Intermission to Depression