One Week {{9}}
It’s been one week since Trace and Mason finally had sex, and Mason couldn’t shake the feeling that he was constantly being watched. Trace brushed off his fears as paranoia. This didn’t help though.
He was alone in the house, scrubbing down their counters while Trace was out getting some food . He was startled when the phone rang and dropped the sponge on the recently mopped floor. Wiping his hands on his jeans, he walked over to answer the phone.
“Hello, this is Mason speaking, how may I help you?”
“Mason, tell me it’s not true!”
“What’s not true? Who is this?”
“What do you mean ‘who is this?’? I’m your mother Mason!”
“My mother? She died a few months ago, so no, I don’t know who you are. What isn’t true?”
“You have a sex tape out with that girl, Miley’s brother Trace? And I am not dead Mason! You know that!”
“Sex tape? I’m a virgin Miss, you obviously have the wrong number, have a nice day.”
Mason quickly hung up the phone. His mother called him to ask about a sex tape with Trace? He quickly went into their den and flipped on the television, tuning into the local new channel.
“Having only been in circulation for one week, the infamous sex tape between Metro Station singers Mason Musso and Trace Cyrus already have over one million purchases, even though it isn’t know whether or not it is the boys in question. The video is very low quality and the faces can not be seen well, but the tattoos on the dominating boy are shockingly similar to Cyrus’s. The boys have not yet been contacted for confirmation on whether or not the sex tape is of them.”
Mason quickly shut off the television before locking the front door, all the windows and drew the blinds. He knew someone was watching them, and not only that, but filmed them having sex. Mason was suddenly very scared and just wanted Trace home with him. He checked the whole house before curling up on the guest bed, suddenly feeling too violated in his own.
Trace pulled up outside, grabbing the tow grocery bags and walked to the door, and groaned when he found it locked. Shifting the bags to one arm, he fished in his pockets for his keys. Once unlocking the door, he walked inside and kicked it shut. He started to get a little worried when he saw all the curtains closed and didn’t see Mason anywhere.
“Babe?” He called out and frowned when he didn’t receive an answer.
Walking into the kitchen, he placed the bags on the counter and slid a little on the floor, looking down he saw a wet sponge on the floor. Picking it up, he tossed it into the sink before heading toward the stairs.
“Mace? Baby?”
Trace started to panic slightly, throwing open the door to their room and finding it empty.
“Mason? Answer me!”
Trace felt his heart rate speed up and he started throwing open random doors, before finding his lover in the spare bedroom.
“Mason!”
In two quick strides he crossed the room and laid down next to Mason, pulling the shaking boy into his arms. He was only slightly relieved that Mason didn’t show any physical signs of being hurt. He held the boy tightly to his chest, and kissed the back of his neck and behind his ear, trying to calm the boy down.
“Mace? Baby? Love?”
Mason turned his head slightly and looked at Trace, before turning and burying his face into Mason’s chest, curling his fist into Trace’s shirt.
“Trace, someone’s watching us. They… they filmed us last week when we were making love.”
Trace felt the little color fade from his face. There were people in their home, taping them? He held Mason tighter to him, now understanding the fear the boy felt. How did they get in? The door and the lock wasn’t busted, none of their windows were broken or tampered with.
“Trace, Trace I’m so fucking scared… if they got in once, they can get in again.”
Trace kissed Mason and pulled him up, and dragged them into their room, grabbing a couple duffle bags from the closet. He threw one to Mason before starting to shove clothes and shoes into the one he still had.
“Pack. Quickly. We’ll go stay at Billy’s for a while.”
Mason nodded and began stuffing the bag with everything he could. Meanwhile, Trace took out his phone and called Billy Ray. Mason only heard little parts of it though.
“Dad, dad it’s me. Listen for a minute please, Mason and I need to stay there for a little. … please dad! … you don’t understand! … we’re not safe, please! I’ll tell you more when we get there.”
Trace hung up and the boys all but ran to Trace’s car. Trace pulled out of the driveway. They were both silent and they finally reached the Cyrus’s household. Billy Ray was standing out side, waiting for them. The boys pulled into the driveway before jumping out of the car and running over to Billy Ray. The older man placed an hand on a shoulder of each of the trembling teens.
“Boys, boys what happened? Why aren’t you safe?”
Mason was still too horrified to say anything, so he let Trace speak.
“Dad… dad someone broke into our home. But, it wasn’t forced.”
“What?”
“Either they had a key, or picked the lock because nothing was broken or tampered with. Dad… they filmed us…”
“Filmed you? Filmed you doing what?”
Mason began to shake a bit at his question, and Trace hooked his arms around his waist before pulling him closer, placing a light kiss onto the boys temple, tears stinging both their eyes. Somehow, Billy Ray seemed to understand what that meant, and felt his blood boil.
“Boys. Get in the house now. Just stay in Trace’s room. I’ll move your car to the garage and bring your bags in. Get in the house.”
The boys nodded and ran into the house before they completely lost control and broke down right there. Neither of them saw Miley watching from the window. She bit her lip and looked away, ashamed that she helped the bastard in the first place. The next time she saw him, she was telling him that she’d never help him again, even if it had nothing to do with her family, and he could go fuck himself. She watched the boys run up to Trace’s old room and decided to leave them be, knowing how scared they would be.Trace dragged Mason to his old room, and once they were inside and shut the door, Mason let out a low whistle.
“Trace… there’s more pictures of me here than Hannah Beth and your family combined…”
“So? Does it bother you?”
“It’s a little creepy, you’re just lucky I love you.”
Trace pulled Mason over to they bed and they laid down, clinging together as if that was all they had left. Trace brushed the hair out of Mason’s eyes and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
“Mason… how did you find out about… you know?”
Mason looked up at his lover for a second before burying his face into the boy’s shirt.
“My mother called me to ask if it was true…”
“Babe…”
Trace just pulled the once again trembling boy tighter into his arms. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how horrid that must have been. He placed soft, feathery kisses all over his face, wanting to comfort Mason in some way, but now sure how to do so. Mason looked up at Trace and a small smile pulled at his lips, his eyes full of love.
“I love you, so much Trace… you make me feel safe.”
“I love you too, with all my heart. Nothing and no one will ever make me change my mind. You’re all that I need and more than I deserve.”
Mason slid one hand up and grabbed the back of Trace’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Trace smiled before covering Mason’s mouth with his own, tenderly kissing him before pulling back and rested their foreheads together.
“I love you Mason Musso. Until the end of time.”
Mason’s heart swelled when Trace said the engraving out loud before widening his eyes, gasping as he sat up.“My necklace!”
Trace sat up against the headboard and held Mason to his chest.
“What about it?”
“It’s back at the house I forgot it!”
Trace had to bite back a smile, watching his boyfriend freak out over a piece of jewelry.
“It’s okay, we can go get it if you want. It’s not a problem…”
He kissed the top of Mason’s head, nuzzling his face into the boy’s hair, loving how much that necklace meant to him. Mason slid between Trace’s legs and leaned fully against him, smiling wide and shutting his eyes.
“You’re the greatest Trace, really.”
“No, I’m just lucky. Do you want to go get it now, or wait a bit?”
“I kinda wanna get it now, but I don’t wanna move.”
“Let’s go get it before we forget again, or I get to horny with you right here and need to jump you with my parents and sister down the hall.”
Mason swallowed and nodded before the boys went to the garage to get Trace’s car. They got in and left the house to head back to their home.
“Trace? What if they’re there?”
“Who?”
“The one following us…”
“Then we’ll kick their ass. It’s okay, I’m with you.”
Trace pulled into their driveway and quickly kissed Mason before getting out. Mason opened the door and froze. He heard the bush rustling, but the air was very still. He looked over and saw someone crouching in the bushes. They turned and saw Mason watching them, before getting up and running.
“GET BACK HERE YOU BASTARD!”
Mason jumped out of the car and tackled the boy running away from the house. Turning the boy over, Mason paused with his fist in the air, ready to strike the kid. He gasped and felt tears sting his eyes when he got his first look at the teen under him.
“M-Mitchel?”
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I'm an evil bitch... I know....
Chapter 10 is almost done XD