↬ MASON. // FEATURING CAIN . ❜
MASON WOULD VERY MUCH like to drown in cain’s subtle familiarity. he’d been such a fool – let such a brief encounter spin his world around and come to a full stop at the head. he’s almost baffled that the space around them keeps moving, growing, and that the world didn’t stop just for them, “ah, work. yeah.. s’a lot.” good one. could mason possibly offer anymore brilliant insight? what about that shocking blue sky or that intriguing wet water? he almost forgets he’s alive and in existence when he’s countered with the same common decency ridden concern. eyebrows shoot up, a quick shake of his head just to say i’m here, i heard that, “–oh, uh – honestly, lots of like.. schoolwork. football.” a pause for thought, “i’m thinking about. uh, switching a few of my classes around so i have more time for the team. i am here on a scholarship, after all. so..” does he care? god he hopes he cares, he hadn’t realized just how bad he wanted cain’s attention – wanted to hear his voice, their eyes on his own. it’s a terrible, terrible thing. a dangerous thing.
a light chuckle, but it’s a real one this time. it feels good, “jesus. you make me sound like the world’s biggest tool.” and maybe he was because his grin only grows, loose and easy unlike his bones, and it’s almost friendly for a second in time. mason cherishes it, lets it motivate the rest of his words. “..might seem that glamorous, yeah. but it’s actually a big responsibility.” he doesn’t blame anyone for thinking otherwise when their only insight is beer chugging and girl’s bare tits alongside boy’s bare asses smushed up against the house’s long windows for the sake of a few laughs. suddenly he doesn’t like how those words sit in the air, so he one ups it with something not as serious, “..picking which brand of beer each week is a lot on one’s shoulders.”
after a brief laugh, he shifts his footing, his free hand tucked safely in the pocket of his jeans (almost so tight that it’s crushing his circulation). he supposes it’s time to stop beating around the bush, “i can, like, take you up to my room. if you.. wanted.” pleasesayyespleasesayyes, a clearing of his throat, “catch up and stuff. since you, you know, haven’t been around and all that.” he can only hope he doesn’t look or sound as desperate as he feels. he can also only hope that they’re at a level where it’s okay to ask these things. please be okay.
it’s surprisingly upbeat when he says, “– plus it’s getting pretty rowdy down here. i think jacob just threw up into someone’s purse.” it’s no place for you to possibly put your hands all over me, basically, goes unsaid.
THERE’S A SILENCED joy of relief when their conversation persists to trudge , initially embarking as strained ( thanks to their last encounter & his ghosting as a result of it ) however as mase continues to rejoinder at cain's inquisitive prompts , it seems that their tone becomes more lighthearted , genial ———— almost like a pair of brothers that haven't seen one another in a while . ha . if only that was the case , right ? fleeting chuckles escape from the raven-haired male as he offers a lending ear to listen to the boy update him on his exemplary jock lifestyle . school spirit or fraternities were not themes prevalent in cain’s life , in fact , some may say he was on the opposite end of the spectrum ; which was doin’ what he needed to get done in order to BARELY scrape by his course , and this usually involved getting his hands dirty with vehicular gears as well as making sure he attended enough of his lectures . despite their obvious differences , there was something admirable about mason’s love for the school .
it's strange , really , as he swears it's been less than two months since they’d become acquainted yet he feels they’ve been in each other's lives for much longer . almost a lifetime longer . his fixation can only be described as subtle , but nonetheless devoted & there are even a few stolen instances throughout mason's rambling where everything he's saying is flying over cain's head ; eyes much more preoccupied with engulfing the winsome sight of his masculine ( yet outwardly delicate ) features . his concentration refuses to falter , taking particular note of the brawny stance , in which way he manoeuvred when speaking & this provoked cain to wonder whether he would ever be fortunate enough to have a “next time” with the boy , whether there would ever be another opening in which he would have mason all to himself like he did that night and ——
❛ what ? ❜ is the initial response, his resonate gentle as he initially feigns not to have heard the latter end of mason’s suggestion . their conversation’s abruptly interjected by a HOWL of cheers from the guys ( he’s presuming the team they’re rooting for has finally scored ) , but he’s thankful for the intrusion as his “disorientated” guise gives cain enough time to register the news . ❛ oh , up to your room ? sure .. y’know what , lemme do the honours in leading the way. ❜ though composed in demeanour , his legs suddenly feel like a tonne & countless thoughts are hurdling through his mind as he tries to make sense of it all . guess someone’s ready for round two . ❛ ladies first , ❜ he figures its best to keep it playful as he goes onto open the door , not showing an ounce of keenness ( though it’s safe to say he’s internally psyching himself up ). cain follows him closely behind , making sure to pull the door closed with him as anticipation swells . ❛ so.. ❜
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