After an extensive round of training, Mason was practically hollow with hunger, eager to attend his dinner plans with Eddie. Once he'd seen Neville off at the training centre's entrance, and dismissing the worry that settled over him at leaving his charge alone, Mason began to wait for his best friend, eyes flickering between the corridor and the clock. It was unlike Eddie to be late, usually Adrian's lack of interest in regards to their sessions lead them into being the first pair out. Perhaps they'd lost track of time. With that idea in mind, Mason made way to their private room instead, his desperation for a meal triggering his impatience.
His eyebrows rose with surprise when he made it there moments later, thrown off by the faint moans coming from behind the door. Adrian must've been in a better mood today if they were still sparring. Shaking his head in amusement, Mason pushed on through, clasping his hands together. He went to praise them for the overtime, until his vision focused, and he noticed what they were doing. "Oh — shit." He was stunted in disbelief, mouth agape as he watched Eddie quite literally pull himself out of Adrian. Neither of them had a single item of clothing on, and they were both dishevelled, breathless, with Adrian's body pressed against the wall. It left no room for uncertainty, although Mason was certainly confused on the why, and the how, and the when. Knowing he should never have witnessed this, and flushing with embarrassment, Mason turned away, almost choking on his next statement. "Sorry, I'll... I'm — I'm gonna' wait outside. What the fuck —"
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