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But he also wasn’t in the ht, either

When the door opened behind hiainst the back of the couch and mumbled, "Make yourself at hoht you were staying with your fa in the dark?" Mason closed the door, and then hit the light

"If you didn’t think I was home, then why did you come?"

"I stopped by the bar on my way home Your house is between the bar and mine I saw your car"

Gavin looked at the clock "It’s only nine Wouldn’t have figured you’d make it home so early"

Mason crossed his arms "What in the hell is that supposed toa prickly bastard, but he couldn’t help it The need to fight, to lash out, ripped through every inch of Gavin’s body This wasn’t like hi, "I don’t know, you just sounded like you were having an awfully good time with Isaac I’with you?" Mason moved closer to him and Gavin pushed to his feet He felt like he would overheat, like someone injected fire into his veins and it burned hiht in front of Mason; by now, both men breathed heavily "I knoe haven’t defined, whatever the hell this is we’re doing, but I appreciate knowing if you’re letting someone else fuck you at the same time that I am He shows up at the bar and can’t keep his eyes off you And then he goes hoht Oh, and he just so happens to be at your faether, behind his head, elbows facing forward His eyes fell closed and he tried to cal to take hiht?

"First of all, I told you there’s not a chance that Isaac and I are getting back together I don’t lie I can’t handle people who do I know he can be a prick, but he’s my friend, and he’s close toto have to deal with that if we keep up whatever the hell this is we’re doing," he threw Gavin’s words back in his face "If you can’t trust me, then there’s no reason for us to keep this up"

Guilt added to the hurricane blasting through his insides Mason didn’t deserve his wrath

"Hey What the hell is wrong? This isn’t like you If you have soh, I know of a better way to do it than this Don’t pick a fight with me because you’re pissed at sorabbed Gavin’s hands, prying them apart When he did, Gavin opened his eyes, devastated froed hirabbed his shirt in a tight fist and wouldn’t let hiet to tell me what to do and then I just do it"

"Are you mad? You look like you’re about ready to explode You look like you want to hit ht me?"

Gavin looked down to see his hands were in a fist He shook theure out when he’d balled theure out what this was all about He knew, but then…he’d always kno his parents felt, and he’d never reacted like this before, because Mason had been right For a second there, he wanted to hit hier out that he kept trapped inside him

"Nah, you won’t hit me You want to fuck me, that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to fuck et all the other stuff Just screw it away and then go on about your life and pretend it doesn’t exist Pretend that you haven’t been keeping it trapped inside you your whole daame, if you want"

Mason started to unbutton his pants

"Stop," Gavin gritted out

"Why? I like a hard fuck We can pretend it’s the sauy, except before it was your ass--get that anger out about who you are, get the need to fuck out of you so you’re good for a while, and then we can go our separate ways"

His zipper went down, and then Mason started to pull at his own jeans

"Stop," Gavin told hi onto Mason’s hands