Night Is Darkest

tried not to shuffle like a kid busted with his hand in the cookie jar but that’s exactly what he felt like. “Shit! Say something already. Curse at me, let the bottle fly or kick my ass old-school. Just quit looking at me like that.”
“Like what? Like you’re the scum of the earth? Like you’re a cock-sucking asshat who broke the shit out of a pact with his best fucking friend?”
A strong breeze ruffled Tyler’s hair as the bottle of alcohol whizzed past his right ear on its way to oblivion. It smashed into the brick fireplace with a tinkle of glass. The arm he’d instinctively raised to protect his face prevented him from witnessing Mason’s charge but the impact of their collision rocked every joint in Tyler’s body. The shorter man brought him to the floor without effort.
“Or…” Ty choked against the pressure on his windpipe but he didn’t fight back. “…you could opt for all three.” Broad fingers spanned his throat, pinning him to the beige shag.
“She was off limits for a reason!” Mason’s temple bulged as he got right up in Tyler’s face. His free hand fisted in Ty’s shirt as he shook him. “We just lost Rob. Do you want to chase her away, too? You’ll only end up hurting her and I won’t fucking let you do that because you can’t say no to your cock. After years of hard work, you had to fuck up now?”
Tyler winced as Mason shifted on top of him. The full weight of his powerful frame straddled Ty’s torso while the other man’s shins trapped his arms on the ground. Being manhandled didn’t sit well with him. Every guy had his limits and the events of yesterday had pushed him beyond rational thinking. Up close and personal with the bulging crotch of his roommate’s jeans, self-preservation flew out the window as his smart mouth took over.
It wouldn’t be the first time it’d gotten him in trouble.
“Jealous, Mason? Don’t you wish you’d stayed? You could have slaked that woody about to drill a hole in your pants. I bet you jacked off at least three times since then. It didn’t matter, did it?”
“Of course I’m jealous, asshole. We’ve craved her for nearly a decade. But I’m man enough to walk away if I have to. Even from something I want more than my next fucking breath.” Ty had never seen him this pissed, and that was saying something. Mason possessed a legendary temper. He leaned down to snarl right in Tyler’s face. “And I suggest you keep your eyes off my junk unless you plan to do something about it.”
The combination of anguish and need radiating from every flexed muscle of the man on top of him dissolved the defiance Ty’d attempted to use as a shield. Mason’s suffering affected him as much as Lacey’s had yesterday. All resistance fled. He went slack in Mason’s hold.
A throaty growl echoed around them as the dominant man’s hand moved in a flash from its perch on Tyler’s throat to rip the flaps of his own button fly apart. His glorious cock stood framed in denim, the veins pronounced and throbbing. Even as Mason’s hips thrust forward, Ty opened his mouth to welcome the intrusion.
He’d never get used to the mammoth girth stretching his jaw, though he’d given Mason hundreds of blowjobs. Each time, the thickness impressed him as he savored the weight on his tongue and the ecstasy on his lover’s face. Mason reached forward, cradling the back of Tyler’s head in his palm as he urged him to take more. His fury evaporated as desire replaced it.
“Fuck, yes. That’s right, Ty. Suck me.” The urgency of the rhythm Mason set guaranteed their encounter would be short-lived. Tyler devoured as much of the engorged shaft as he could on each pass. He swore it was even bigger today than usual. The salty tang of pre-come washed his tongue as Mason plunged in again. This time the fat head nudged the back of his throat. His reflexive swallow tore another groan from Mason’s chest.
“Relax, Ty. Take me deeper.” Their positions made it more difficult, but Tyler tipped his head back as Mason dropped forward onto his forearms until he could bury his erection full-length into Ty’s throat. As he shifted, his jeans slid further down his thighs, freeing his balls. Tyler wished Mason’s weight had shifted from his arms so he could stroke his own rock-hard cock. But when the hot skin of Mason’s tight sac bumped his chin with each complete stroke, he knew it didn’t matter. He was a goner.
“God, that’s good.”
He flexed the muscles of his throat around Mason’s cock as his tongue massaged the sensitive underside of the shaft.
“Just like that, Ty. Shit, don’t stop.”
Tyler redoubled his efforts. He loved pushing Mason beyond his usual control. When Mason’s abdomen tightened above him, he applied the slightest rake of his teeth.
“I’m gonna…” Mason hadn’t finished the warning before hot jets of his come blasted from his jerking cock. Ty’s hips rocked instinctively, rubbing his own hard-on against the satin boxers encasing it. Then he joined Mason. They grunted their release in simultaneous waves. Tyler still suckled the wilting mass of Mason’s cock, drawing out every last drop, when he retreated and collapsed on the floor nearby.
The rough exhalation of their mismatched breaths slowed over time. Tyler hadn’t recovered when Mason’s iron grip encircled his wrist then tugged him close. He buried his face against the defined muscles of his lover’s chest and sighed. Mason’s suffering had to be great if he allowed this rare level of intimacy between them.
“You were right to go.” His fingers clenched Mason’s shoulders as he confessed.
Mason’s hands stroked his back and one buried in his hair, tucking him against the man’s still pounding heart. “I’m sorry, Ty. You were hurting. We all were. I get why you stayed.”
“She was a virgin.” Ty registered Mason’s surprise in the twitch of his slack muscles. The pause deafened