One Week ||7||
It’s been one week since Mason agreed to move in with Trace, and things were working out perfectly. Right now, they were lying in a queen sized mattress on the floor. Both boys were feeling too lazy to bother setting up the bed set, so they left it for now, with promises of "We’ll set it up tomorrow". They were cuddling together, Mason’s head on the crook of Trace’s neck, Trace’s hand running up and down his arm, before passing over his chest.
"Mace?"
"…yeah?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do… why?"
"Why don’t you let me see?"
With that, Trace pressed his palm firmly against Mason’s chest, feeling the scars underneath the shirt. Mason sighed, and pushed his hand away.
"Because I don’t want to see them again."
"Please, Mace?"
Trace nuzzled his head into Mason’s. He couldn’t understand his boyfriend’s fears. Placing a comforting kiss to his temple, He rolled so he was over Mason. Placing his hands at the hem of his shirt, he slowly started pushing it up, but was stopped by Mason’s hands.
"Don’t make me see them."
"It alright, just close your eyes."
Mason moved his hands and let his eyes fall shut. Trace once again, began sliding up his shirt, feeling the skin along the way. He paused for the longest second of his life when he saw the edge of the first mark. Pushing the shirt farther, he drank in the sight of all the markings on his love’s chest. Leaning forward, he kissed the hollow of Mason's throat.
"Oh Mace, you're beautiful."
Mason opened his eyes and gasped when he felt Trace's lips on his scars. Trace thought he was beautiful?
"Trace..."
Trace leaned forward and kissed Mason to silence him. He pulled back slightly and looked at the boy underneath him. His heart swelled and he smiled.
"Oh Mason..."
He leaned down and kissed him before pulling back again.
"I love you."
He repeated the process, kissing a little longer this time.
"I love you so fucking much..."
He attached his lips to the other boy's once again, rolling them so they were on their sides. Somewhere in the process of rolling and kissing, Trace lost his shirt and both were laying chest to chest when there was a sudden knocking on the door. The boys, so lost in each other, didn't hear it. It wasn't until they heard a loud gasp that they actually broke apart and saw a very shocked Billy Ray Cyrus standing in the doorway. Mason quickly tugged down his shirt, hoping Billy Ray didn't see.
"D-dad? W-what are you doing here?"
"Your mother wanted me to bring a box you guys forgot. I'll just leave it in the living room... at least now I understand why you wanted a house to yourself..."
"Y-you're not mad?"
"Why would I be? You're my son, whatever makes you happy is fine with me."
Billy Ray smiled at his son before turning his attention to Mason.
"Welcome to the family. You hurt Trace and I'll kill you."
He turned and walked out of the room. The two boys looked over each other for a few minutes. Eventually Trace gave a small, sheepish smile.
"Well, there goes the mood. Sorry about what Billy said."
"It's cool. I'm just glad he's okay with it. What do you wanna do now?"
"Wanna set up the bed so we don't sleep on the floor again?"
"Might as well."
Mason rolled over to get up, but found that his shirt was caught on something. Looking over, he saw it was Trace's hand. The boy grinned coyly at him.
"Here. Let me help you with that."
In one fluid motion, Trace pulled the shirt off his boyfriend and kissed him before standing and dragging the box with the piece's out of the closet. Dumping them on the floor, he looked for the instructions. Sudden warmth covered his back as a tongue traced the shell of his ear.
"Looking for these?"
Trace shut his eyes and frowned when he felt the warmth of Mason’s chest leave his back. He gasped and opened his eyes when he felt hands shove his shoulders so he was lying on the bed again. Mason was leaning over him with this glint in his eyes that
Trace couldn’t pick up on.
“Mace? What are yo-”
He couldn’t finish the sentence as a groan fell past his lips. Mason had started nipping at the exposed flesh of his collar bone and ground his hips down into Trace’s. Trace laced his fingers through Mason’s hair and pulled until he could kiss the boy. Mason pushed his hips back down into Trace’s as they broke apart for air.
“Mason... oh god do that again…”
“No…”
Mason rolled them so Trace was on top and they kissed again. Trace was slowly learning that Mason liked it rough. He liked when kisses were all teeth and tongue. Liked to have his hair pulled and his neck bit. What Trace didn’t like about it was the fact that he didn’t know sooner. He pulled away from Mason’s lips to bite at his neck, running his hands down the boy’s chest, scratching at the scars. Mason let out a low moan and dug his nails into his boyfriend’s back before bringing his hands forward to Trace’s belt buckle.
Both boys stopped and looked at each other. If they went any farther, there would be no turning back. They stared at each other for a few seconds longer before Trace leaned forward and grabbed Mason’s earlobe with his teeth.
“Keep going.”*
Mason shivered and undid the belt before moving to the button and zipper of the boys skin tight pants. Pushing them past the lithe waist, he widened his eyes. Trace wasn’t wearing any boxers. Trace smirked at Mason and nibbled on the lobe again, while skillfully undoing the boy’s pants with one hand.
“Did you think that a dick this big and boxers could fit into girl’s jeans simultaneously?”
With that, Trace began rubbing Mason through the thin fabric of the boxers. Mason closed his eyes and let a soft moan fall from his full lips. Without warning Trace ripped off Mason’s boxers and kissed the boy on the bruise-like mark below his ear. Mason stared hard at Trace, both their eyes dark with lust.
“Trace. I need you NOW.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to flip me over and ram into me with no warning. Make me scream. Make it impossible for me to sit for the next three days. I want you to leave bruises on my hips from your hands gripping me too hard. I want your teeth marks anywhere and everywhere. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Fast. Animalistic.”
Trace had to shut his eyes and swallow when he heard that. He had never see this side of Mason before, but he loved it. Growling, he flipped his love over and bit his neck, about to push in. Mason let out a long, loud moan when he felt Trace’s teeth sink into the nape of his neck.
“GOD DAMMIT BOYS, YOU BETTER NOT BE HAVING SEX WHILE I’M STILL DOWNSTAIRS!” Billy Ray screamed from downstairs in response to Mason’s moan.
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ABOUT TIME RIGHT?
Sorry about the wait, my computer decided to be a bitch and delete everything under my name only. Not my families, just mine. Douche.
* I WAS GOING TO CUT IT OFF THERE, BUT SINCE I MADE YOU GUYS WAIT SO LONG FOR THIS I HAD TO KEEP GOING, AND END IT WORSE.
WARNING: BOYSECKS IN NEXT CHAPTER
"Mace?"
"…yeah?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do… why?"
"Why don’t you let me see?"
With that, Trace pressed his palm firmly against Mason’s chest, feeling the scars underneath the shirt. Mason sighed, and pushed his hand away.
"Because I don’t want to see them again."
"Please, Mace?"
Trace nuzzled his head into Mason’s. He couldn’t understand his boyfriend’s fears. Placing a comforting kiss to his temple, He rolled so he was over Mason. Placing his hands at the hem of his shirt, he slowly started pushing it up, but was stopped by Mason’s hands.
"Don’t make me see them."
"It alright, just close your eyes."
Mason moved his hands and let his eyes fall shut. Trace once again, began sliding up his shirt, feeling the skin along the way. He paused for the longest second of his life when he saw the edge of the first mark. Pushing the shirt farther, he drank in the sight of all the markings on his love’s chest. Leaning forward, he kissed the hollow of Mason's throat.
"Oh Mace, you're beautiful."
Mason opened his eyes and gasped when he felt Trace's lips on his scars. Trace thought he was beautiful?
"Trace..."
Trace leaned forward and kissed Mason to silence him. He pulled back slightly and looked at the boy underneath him. His heart swelled and he smiled.
"Oh Mason..."
He leaned down and kissed him before pulling back again.
"I love you."
He repeated the process, kissing a little longer this time.
"I love you so fucking much..."
He attached his lips to the other boy's once again, rolling them so they were on their sides. Somewhere in the process of rolling and kissing, Trace lost his shirt and both were laying chest to chest when there was a sudden knocking on the door. The boys, so lost in each other, didn't hear it. It wasn't until they heard a loud gasp that they actually broke apart and saw a very shocked Billy Ray Cyrus standing in the doorway. Mason quickly tugged down his shirt, hoping Billy Ray didn't see.
"D-dad? W-what are you doing here?"
"Your mother wanted me to bring a box you guys forgot. I'll just leave it in the living room... at least now I understand why you wanted a house to yourself..."
"Y-you're not mad?"
"Why would I be? You're my son, whatever makes you happy is fine with me."
Billy Ray smiled at his son before turning his attention to Mason.
"Welcome to the family. You hurt Trace and I'll kill you."
He turned and walked out of the room. The two boys looked over each other for a few minutes. Eventually Trace gave a small, sheepish smile.
"Well, there goes the mood. Sorry about what Billy said."
"It's cool. I'm just glad he's okay with it. What do you wanna do now?"
"Wanna set up the bed so we don't sleep on the floor again?"
"Might as well."
Mason rolled over to get up, but found that his shirt was caught on something. Looking over, he saw it was Trace's hand. The boy grinned coyly at him.
"Here. Let me help you with that."
In one fluid motion, Trace pulled the shirt off his boyfriend and kissed him before standing and dragging the box with the piece's out of the closet. Dumping them on the floor, he looked for the instructions. Sudden warmth covered his back as a tongue traced the shell of his ear.
"Looking for these?"
Trace shut his eyes and frowned when he felt the warmth of Mason’s chest leave his back. He gasped and opened his eyes when he felt hands shove his shoulders so he was lying on the bed again. Mason was leaning over him with this glint in his eyes that
Trace couldn’t pick up on.
“Mace? What are yo-”
He couldn’t finish the sentence as a groan fell past his lips. Mason had started nipping at the exposed flesh of his collar bone and ground his hips down into Trace’s. Trace laced his fingers through Mason’s hair and pulled until he could kiss the boy. Mason pushed his hips back down into Trace’s as they broke apart for air.
“Mason... oh god do that again…”
“No…”
Mason rolled them so Trace was on top and they kissed again. Trace was slowly learning that Mason liked it rough. He liked when kisses were all teeth and tongue. Liked to have his hair pulled and his neck bit. What Trace didn’t like about it was the fact that he didn’t know sooner. He pulled away from Mason’s lips to bite at his neck, running his hands down the boy’s chest, scratching at the scars. Mason let out a low moan and dug his nails into his boyfriend’s back before bringing his hands forward to Trace’s belt buckle.
Both boys stopped and looked at each other. If they went any farther, there would be no turning back. They stared at each other for a few seconds longer before Trace leaned forward and grabbed Mason’s earlobe with his teeth.
“Keep going.”*
Mason shivered and undid the belt before moving to the button and zipper of the boys skin tight pants. Pushing them past the lithe waist, he widened his eyes. Trace wasn’t wearing any boxers. Trace smirked at Mason and nibbled on the lobe again, while skillfully undoing the boy’s pants with one hand.
“Did you think that a dick this big and boxers could fit into girl’s jeans simultaneously?”
With that, Trace began rubbing Mason through the thin fabric of the boxers. Mason closed his eyes and let a soft moan fall from his full lips. Without warning Trace ripped off Mason’s boxers and kissed the boy on the bruise-like mark below his ear. Mason stared hard at Trace, both their eyes dark with lust.
“Trace. I need you NOW.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to flip me over and ram into me with no warning. Make me scream. Make it impossible for me to sit for the next three days. I want you to leave bruises on my hips from your hands gripping me too hard. I want your teeth marks anywhere and everywhere. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Fast. Animalistic.”
Trace had to shut his eyes and swallow when he heard that. He had never see this side of Mason before, but he loved it. Growling, he flipped his love over and bit his neck, about to push in. Mason let out a long, loud moan when he felt Trace’s teeth sink into the nape of his neck.
“GOD DAMMIT BOYS, YOU BETTER NOT BE HAVING SEX WHILE I’M STILL DOWNSTAIRS!” Billy Ray screamed from downstairs in response to Mason’s moan.
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ABOUT TIME RIGHT?
Sorry about the wait, my computer decided to be a bitch and delete everything under my name only. Not my families, just mine. Douche.
* I WAS GOING TO CUT IT OFF THERE, BUT SINCE I MADE YOU GUYS WAIT SO LONG FOR THIS I HAD TO KEEP GOING, AND END IT WORSE.
WARNING: BOYSECKS IN NEXT CHAPTER