Chapitre 30: Chapter 30

Fondling Otho’s balls, Mason stroked behind them, and sucked on Otho’s tongue. It didn’t take long before Otho came, neatly wiping up with Mason’s sweater before anything landed on the sofa or carpet.

“That was…nice.” Mason hadn’t more than spoken the words before a car turned up the driveway.

“Shit.” Otho wiped his forehead and gave him an apologetic look. “That’s Joslyn, and she doesn’t wait to be let in.”

“Damn!” Mason sprang to his feet, frantically grabbing his clothes and wrinkling his nose as he picked up the spunk-covered sweater. “What do I do?”

Otho chuckled as they heard a car door being shut. “Run for the shower.”

Mason bent down and kissed him. “Sorry for bailing.” Then he ran for the bathroom.

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Otho pulled up his jeans and buttoned them as Joslyn reached the stairs. He dived for the bedroom and pulled on a clean shirt.

A knock and then, “Hello.”