Mason Everett

[drugdaze-haze]

Maze || High on Life

[drugdaze-haze]

Hailey felt the tremors, but was more focused on his body. It was so… Him. Beautiful, even with the scars and the bruises and all she found herself hoping was that the bruise were from anyone else in her position. Right now he was hers, but she hated the idea that someone had tried to hurt him. She ran her fingertips over the more painful looking bruises very lightly, and the scars she pressed kisses to. She wasn’t looking at him like he was wounded, but like he had cracks she could fill with her love. “You still have your trousers on… Once my underwear is off you could just take me,” she muttered huskily, behind her darkened eyes she saw images of his body over hers whilst she still wore her lingerie. 

She let out a low moan as her grinding hit just where she needed it. It would sate her needs for now, but it wouldn’t last long. Especially not when Mason looked at her like that. He was studying her and staring like she was something ethereal, and she wanted to pull him closer, closer, closer. His words were so awed and honest, that they dusted her cheeks with a blush that had nothing to do with the heat or the drugs. She moaned again as he kissed down her chest, all her desire pooled on her core and she was breathing more heavily now. “Fuck, oh f-fuck Mason please…” She groaned, and she reached down to his groin to touch him, feeling his need growing too. “Mason, I need you to touch me,” she groaned, grinding herself against him with her head lulling back, hair cascading behind her whilst his lips moved over her breasts.

[richboy-mason-blog]

Her words had a small smile breaking onto his lips and he let out a soft breath to soothe his trembling long enough to compose himself a little. Her kisses on his body felt like ecstasy, except sweeter. The distant memory of the pain that was once there faded at her kisses and he couldn't help but pull her closer. Biting his lip, he hummed in agreement, teasing her slightly with his comment to follow, "Mhm, I /could/ do that." He lifted her chin from where she was scattering kisses over his shoulder and brought her lips to his, moving his lips softly against hers as he grinded his hips up to meet hers. He could practically taste the moan from her lips that vibrated through him and he loved it. Just imagining her the way she had suggested made him crave her taste all the more.

It was even harder not to want to crave her when she looked like a Goddess. He almost felt unworthy to have her in his arms and to see her revealed like this. The blush that lit up her features only made her glow and look more like a Goddess and he couldn't help but want to cave in to her requests, despite his moral compass telling him to do otherwise. The devil on his shoulder only told him that doing what she wanted was surely morally correct. And hearing her moan as he buried his face in her cleavage, he couldn't help thinking that thought was right. His body shook as she touched his groin and he let out a soft, warm moan of his own and removed his mouth from her breasts.

His voice was huskier than it was before, thicker with lust and the need to clear it, "Lift your hips up," he told her, pressing a kiss to her neck as he helped push her body up slightly so he could hook his thumbs over the waistband of her underwear, quickly tugging it down past her thighs and over her knees. Carefully lowering her hips again, he moved one hand to unbutton and unzip his jeans to loosen the tightness of them and his other hand gently slipped underneath her. Pressing two fingers against her clit softly, he pressed a kiss under her jaw, "You want me to touch you here?" And he gently put pressure on where his fingers were, gently circling them over her clit, playing with her as he kissed and sucked under her jaw, leaving a faint red mark in his wake.

[scout-wexler]

Stargazing || Scout & Mason

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Scout couldn’t help but laugh a little at his words and she nodded her head in agreement. “I guess you’re right,” she replied, glancing up at him. “And umm… thank you. For being my friend,” she muttered, her gaze going back to the stars. Since the death of her brother, Scout wasn’t sure there was anyone in the world who actually gave a crap about her, so knowing that there were some people out there willing to be her friends meant a lot to her. Even if she wasn’t that great at expressing it. 

[richboy-mason-blog]

Hearing her words, he glanced down at her and smiled softly. To him the thought of not being her friend was a crazy one. He didn't understand who wouldn't want to be her friend, but then he had been labelled crazy many times in his life. For doing drugs, for drinking too much, for liking what he liked. If that was crazy and if being her friend was crazy, he'd happily be labelled that. "I wouldn't want to be anything less," he murmured honestly, "And you don't need to thank me for it." Using his arm around her shoulder to pull her closer to him, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, smiling warmly and kindly, letting his actions whisper his care and love for her.

[drugdaze-haze]

Maze || High on Life

[drugdaze-haze]

Under her fingertips all she could feel and find was firm muscle wrapped up in soft skin that needed to be touched, treasured, kissed. She wanted him to feel it deep in his bones: he was worthy of love. And the way he was holding her… She could almost pretend he thought she deserved the same. In the mess of her intoxication, the only thing she couldn’t judge was whether or not this would ruin them. After all, who knew how they could turn out now? She scoffed, but helped him tug off the shirt swiftly. “Yes you are… But I’ve got extras underneath,” she mused softly, and tilted her head back as he kissed at her neck.

Her hips tried moving slightly to one side so she could grind a little more directly to where she wanted it, and as he nudged her dress up her legs she took her hands off of his chest for a moment. Reaching to unzip the zipper at it’s side, she pulled it up over her head and off her body, biting her lip as she exposed herself to Mason. Well, not entirely. Her under-dress still covered some parts of her, but honestly she hoped it would spur on their actions. They both wanted this, it seemed. They needed something. And quite possibly, it was each other.

[richboy-mason-blog]

With his shirt swiftly discarded, Mason was already reveal more of himself to her than she usually got to see. The only other time anyone saw his chest was when they went swimming and usually it was hidden by a blue mass of water. Now though, he was exposed to her hands and gentle touches that made him tremble a little. A few scars scattered his ribs from the times he had broken them, his shoulders also littered with recent bruises. He was damaged, but he was confident in his body. It was built and looked after, aside from the fighting he got it into. He was content. And at her words a brief expression of amusement followed. "Then you're the cheat. You're wearing more clothes than me."

He broke his lips away from her neck when she shifted, biting at his lip as he felt her grind into him a little. Helping her out of her dress, he couldn't help but stare at her body. His eyes took in all her curves and beauty, finding no flaw in her body as he continued to indulge. It was a struggle to pull his eyes away to look at her face, but when he did he took in her expression and soft features, biting his own lip. "You're so beautiful." He sounded in awe and in love. Like he had just witnessed a goddess at a fountain. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "God, Hailey." Tucking a red curl behind her ear, he kissed her cheek before dropping his mouth to the centre of her chest and then into her exposed cleavage. He pulled her closer again, feeling himself grow slightly hard in his pants. He didn't want to want her. She was his friend, already over sexualised, but in that moment, taking her all in, he wanted her. Badly.

[redwingsofmason-blog]

Patches || Declan & Mason

[dec-me]

“Only if you want to,” Declan replied in a soft voice, and there was a slight waver. He felt as if there was nothing that could ruin their friendship; he did not share in even the small fear that this would be the case (at least not as far as he went), but he still could not deny the gravity of the moment. If they were going to do this, if he was going to do this, then he certainly couldn’t deny that it was major. Very gently  he slipped the button out of it’s hook, offering Mason a reassuring smile, “I can help. If you’d like. I mean I am already down here.”

[richboy-mason-blog]

Mason let out a small hum in agreement, not trusting his mouth too much. He fumbled behind him slightly, finding the counter and using it for support. He let out a small sigh. "I want to," he finally stated, voice small and a little nervous. No matter what happened tonight, it was obvious now the feelings they shared. Things were going to change and they didn't get a choice in that. They might as well do what they wanted to do rather than holding back. Rather than letting Mason's fear of ruining their friendship overwhelm him. He smiled at Dec's words, shifting himself slightly as the button was popped. "Okay. I’ll let you help," he murmured as he gripped the counter tighter in anticipation, both for the relief of no longer wearing pants but also for the events that might follow.

[scout-wexler]

Stargazing || Scout & Mason

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Mason’s words quickly had her expression changing back into the smile she was wearing before. “I know. And I try,” she explained, letting out a sigh. “But it’s hard sometimes.” The girl wrapped her arms loosely around Mason’s waist. “I’ll try, though.”

[richboy-mason-blog]

Mason bit the inside of his cheek, “I know it’s hard. Nothing is ever easy if it matters.” He meant his words. She deserved to be loved and to love herself, and until she could, he knew that at least he would try and give her enough love. He was certain Hailey and Declan would too. They were loving people with big hearts, despite all of them being scared that no one would want their broken parts. In the end, they were all just a jigsaw and their broken parts fitted together to make them whole.

[scout-wexler]

Stargazing || Scout & Mason

[scout-wexler-blog]

Scout closed her eyes when she felt Mason press his lips to her forehead, smiling a little bit at the kiss. “I’ll try not to,” she replied, her smile turning into a small frown. She never meant to think negatively, it was just the way she felt about herself almost more often than not. “Sorry.”

[richboy-mason-blog]

Glancing at her he noticed the frown in the moonlight and he felt bad for pointing it out. He hadn’t meant to upset her and now he regretted sharing his thoughts like she said he could. “I- Don’t apologise... I just want you to love yourself like you deserve to be loved. Because you do. Deserve to be loved that is.”

[scout-wexler]

Stargazing || Scout & Mason

[scout-wexler-blog]

Scout wanted to disagree with him, but she wasn’t sure if she knew Mason well enough to be able to do that. And part of her wanted to pry, to know what thoughts could possibly be so bad that they’d push people away, but she didn’t. It wasn’t her place to ask. “Okay,” she replied with a small nod of her head. “But I umm… if you ever need to talk, I’m not a terrible listener,” she offered, though she doubted he’d ever take her up on it. 

[richboy-mason-blog]

Her response mad him smile and he shifted his own head to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, “Thank you,” he murmured softly, grateful to have her and know that she would listen. “And- I’ll listen too, if you ever need an ear or shoulder.” He crinkled her nose against her forehead, before moving his head back to look up at the stars. “Yknow- You don’t need to think negatively... Be a great listener, not a ‘not terrible listener’.” He toyed with the fabric of her shirt, “You’re better than you give yourself credit for...”

[scout-wexler]

Stargazing || Scout & Mason

[scout-wexler-blog]

Scout shrugged her shoulders, her eyes on the stars as she thought of how to explain. “You just… Well, I know how Hailey feels about me. And I know that Dec just likes to turn everything into a joke. But you just…” she let out a small sigh. “Maybe it’s just me, but I’m never quite sure what you’re thinking?”

[richboy-mason-blog]

Mason couldn’t help the small chuckle that slipped his lips at her first comment, but didn’t say anything until she was done. Instead he just bit his lip and nodded in understanding. It made sense. He wasn’t much for showing his feelings unless he had to. Feelings were a sign of weakness in the Everett family. “I- It’s not just you. I don’t like people knowing what I’m thinking.  Thoughts are a private thing... If people knew what I was thinking, they’d avoid me so much more.”

[redwingsofmason-blog]

Patches || Declan & Mason

[dec-me]

Declan couldn’t claim he had put a lot of thought into the actions that he was currently engaging in. At the very least, he had not put a lot of thought into the decision of carrying on with them right this moment - through out the course of his life, or at least the time that he had known Mason, he had spent a fair bit of time preoccupied with day dreams of moments like this. He had thought a lot about one day doing them, he just hadn’t spent much time debating whether today was the best day to do this or not.  Mason wasn’t stopping him, and he wanted to, so Declan didn’t know what else you were supposed to consider. Even with as much focus he was giving every inch of flesh that he passed, it was only a matter of time before his lips reached the waist of Mason’s trousers and a decision had to be made - Declan knew what he wanted to do, but it was no only his desire that needed to be considered. So basically on his knees before his friend, Declan ran his finger gently along the material’s edge as his gaze turned upward, eyes full of the question he did not need to voice. This was Mason’s choice now; he’d do whatever the other wanted him to. 

[richboy-mason-blog]

The way Declan’s lips travelled down his body left him shivering the further they went. He was nervous. Not sure of how far Dec would want to take this or what Dec expected of him. It wasn’t often he did this sort of thing, especially with another man  especially with his best friend that he had known for more days than he hadn’t known him.  He just didn’t think he would be doing this today. Or ever. But he was and he was enjoying it like he had always thought he would. He was worried it was all a dream and he was going to wake up any minute. Seeing Declan on close to being on his knees in front of him felt like a dream, but Mason bit his lip. The touch felt ever so real. The silent question obvious in the eyes that looked up at him and without much thought at all, Mason nodded, gently nudging Declan’s head with his hand. Swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat, he licked his lips, “You can- Do you- Want me to take them off?” He felt a warm blush rise onto his cheeks and he stared down at Declan, admiring the sight and hoping to anyone who would listen that it wasn’t a dream, while a small ghost in him who didn’t want to ruin a friendship hoped it was a dream.

[scout-wexler]

Stargazing || Scout & Mason

[scout-wexler-blog]

Scout smiled as Mason spoke, peeling her gaze away from the sky to look at him for a moment. She was glad that he was enjoying himself, because most of the time, Scout was worried that they wouldn’t like doing the things she liked to do. But it was nice to know that at least Mason didn’t seem to mind. She leaned over and gave the boy a gentle kiss on the cheek before moving to rest her head on his shoulder. “…You’re not off-putting, by the way,” she said quietly after a moment. “You’re just… harder to read than the others sometimes.”

[richboy-mason-blog]

Mason felt his cheek warm under the kiss she placed on his cheek and a small smile warmed his features. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and sighed softly, before draping his arm over her shoulders as she rested her head on his. It was nice to be peaceful with her. He preferred the peace and quiet than the hubble bubble of the other two whom always seemed to have so much life. Hearing her words only made his smile twitch into a slightly bigger one, “I’m not?” He questioned softly, genuine surprise in his tone. “What makes me- harder to read?”

[redwingsofmason-blog]

Patches || Declan & Mason

[dec-me]

Declan loved Mason. He loved everything about the other male, and he had from the moment that he had met him. It might not have been instant love, but it was an instant connection, and the more that they talked the more that the connection had developed into feelings. Declan loved the way he looked, the way that he acted, the way that they were together -  and he definitely loved the way that he gasped his name.  It encouraged him to continue the ministrations that his mouth was making, slowing down the speed of his kisses so that he covered every inch of the younger male’s neck, sucking and occasionally even nipping as he moved along, down across his shoulder blade and then switching direction to move down his exposed chest.

[richboy-mason-blog]

There was a soft inhale as Declan’s mouth slowed to an almost teasing speed, covering his neck with kisses that left his heart in his throat. He had yearned for Declan’s touch like this for years now, yet suddenly getting Dec’s attention and touch seemed surreal. It was better than he had ever imagined. Mason itched, wanting Dec ever closer but not wanting to rush things. It was his desire speaking rather than his brain and he was tempted to ignore his brain for a moment just to be reckless. Instead, his hands just ran up and down Dec’s sides, composing himself and controlling himself as the older male continued to kiss and suck at his body, leaving him shivering in delight and humming out soft noises. When the feeling began to overwhelm his senses, Mason couldn’t help but bury his face into the top of Dec’s head. A soft gasp following and the utterance of, “God, Dec,” being moaned quietly and muffled into the room. He was a bundle of nerves, triggered by the touch of Dec and his lips.

[scout-wexler]

Stargazing || Scout & Mason

[scout-wexler-blog]

Scout smiled at Mason’s joke, her cheeks quickly burning red when he pointed out his observations about her and Haze. She was thankful for the darkness just then, so the boy was unable to see her blush. But she wasn’t ashamed about it, not really, anyway. Hailey was gentle and caring, and she liked it. “Well umm… Hailey is the biggest reason,” she finally answered, glancing over at Mason. “But not for the reasons you said. She’s my friend, and you guys are her friends, so I guess I really had no choice,” scout chuckled lightly. “I like you, though. I like you because… you’ll come out here with me and just hang out. And Declan is… Declan.” She wasn’t quite able to put into words how she felt about Declan, because truthfully, she had no idea. Sure, he annoyed her almost constantly, but he’s also someone she doesn’t exactly mind having around. “So… Yeah.” She shrugged. “I guess that’s about it.”

[richboy-mason-blog]

Mason wasn’t teasing or judging Scout. He understood Hailey’s appeal, more so than he’d care to admit and so if Scout liked the girl, he would be a hypocrite to judge her for it. When she could easily do the same, especially with his relationship with Dec. He smiled softly though at Scout’s confession, nodding in understanding. However he didn’t interrupt and he was glad he didn’t when she continued to talk. Instead he just sat and listened, tearing his eyes away from the stars occasionally to look at her as she spoke. He laughed at her words a little when it was necessary, but held a natural smile for the most of her small monologue. “Yeah, Dec really is just Dec. No real way to explain him. But I’m glad you like me,” he mumbled honestly, “I know I can be a little- off putting, but it’s nice to come out here. I don’t see why anyone wouldn’t want to come out here, especially with someone like you. You make it twice as good…”

[drugdaze-haze]

Maze || High on Life

[drugdaze-haze]

She felt him moving into her touches, and couldn’t help wondering why they hadn’t done this ages ago. Hailey was constantly cuddly and intimate with him, proximity had never been a real problem for them. Hailey honestly couldn’t remember the reason, she just knew she was getting hot and bothered and needy, and she had a gorgeous boy between her legs with far too many clothes on. As well as this, there was no one else she wanted in this second but him.

Their bodies worked to find ways of pulling each other closer, but the tenderness was still there between them as their kiss heated. “That’s all I ask,” she replied, and smirked a little, liking the confidence coming from him. His hands grasping in her hair drew further sounds from her, and her hips bucked without her control. More, she wanted more. “Mine’s a dress you cheat,” she mumbled against his lips whilst her palms spread over his stomach, but she pulled them out and away to tug his shirt, her hips no longer satisfied by inferior contact. She needed him.

[richboy-mason-blog]

Mason had no problem touching her. They were friends and he had comforted her many times. But this form of touching was new between them. More intimate and personal than the hugs they shared. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t enjoy it. He did. Her lips were soft and so was her body, but she was curvaceous and was suddenly more beautiful than he remembered. And to him she had been undeniably divine before this moment in time. He wanted to hold her in his arms forever. To keep her safe from the world around them.

"Not a cheat," he mumbled, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. Her body was pressed so close to his and he could feel the pressure between their hips and they squirmed and arched their bodies to get closer. To feel something other than fabric and arousal. As her hands left their space on his chest, he helped her tug off his shirt, dropping it on the dashboard and dropping his hands onto her waist, bringing her body back to him after the brief shift. He moved his lips from hers to her neck, gently kissing and nipping the tender skin. His hands gently ran up and down her sides, nudging the skirt of her dress up but with her playful complaint he wanted permission before removing it completely. It would be unfair to take advantage of her lack of protest after all.

[drugdaze-haze]

Maze || High on Life

[drugdaze-haze]

There had always been some kind of silent agreement that they weren’t together, or at least that they were in a zone where they called each other friends so didn’t really dare step out of those lines. But these two were never meant for boxes or cages, especially not with each other. His hands holding her as she pulled only ever closer, she wondered how she ever convinced herself that they were only something as shallow as friends. No, they were in far too deep for that.

Her hands continued to run over the expanse of his chest, and around his back now too as his body reacted under hers. A tension was growing and building between them, and she knew she didn’t want to cut this short. She’d waited too long to kiss him like this, to run her hips over his and cup his cheek whilst she tried to convey her feelings without having to say them aloud. Mason was rich, and his car was pretty spacious, and in the back of her mind they were doing things that made her hands fist in his shirt.

She sighed against his lips quietly, but it was a sad sigh. Sad because he would never believe it if she told him everything. “Well you’re fucking amazing at least…” she whispered, before letting out a low, long moan as she tasted his tongue on hers. Encouraging him, she ran her own along his and hummed appreciatively. “More,” she demanded in a mumble against his lips, and ran her hands down his chest to slip up under his shirt.

[richboy-mason-blog]

With her hands running over his chest and back, Mason couldn’t help but arch slightly into her touches. He hadn’t realised how much he had wanted her to touch more than just his hand until she was all over his body and shattering his nerves like glass. She was so good at making his heart flutter and his breath short. Like this they didn’t have to say a word, they didn’t have to do what Hailey and Declan were so good at doing. They could spill their feelings with only opening their mouths to kiss each other so tenderly.

His hand on her waist pulled her closer and he smiled against her lips. Lifting a hand to brush his thumb against her cheek at the sad sigh that left her lips, it was a silent reminder that he was here for her, that she didn’t have to be sad. “I try my best,” he whispered back, teasing and a little cocky for a moment. Feeling the moan vibrate against his lip, his hand travelled up from her cheek to weave into her fair hair as their tongues touched. A hum of his own escaped his lips and he moved his tongue with hers, more eagerly at her demand and he gently tugged her hair. Feeling her hand under his shirt, he mumbled between kisses and tongue tangling, “I’ll take it off, if yours goes too.”

[drugdaze-haze]

Maze || High on Life

[drugdaze-haze]

She wasn’t fully aware of what she’d done. Hailey knew she was kissing him, yes. She was actually acutely aware of his hands and his chest and his lap and his lips and every single place her body was touching them. But it was what she had done that she wasn’t aware of. She’d never kissed Mason before, not like this. Sure there’d been a passing kiss on the cheek, but this was breaking something, a tension or a line she had only just forgotten had existed. But these two had never really just been friends.

His fingers laced into hers, and she found it felt better. All of it. There was something she couldn’t exactly describe about how they were slowly merging into one person. This wasn’t the drugs, or at least, not only them. She’d wanted to kiss Mason for far too long. Sat on his lap now, holding him in her fingertips, it was a wonderful feeling. Hailey felt him guiding her, and understood now that this would just not be close enough for the two of them to sate her.

His hand on her waist, she found her own were moving so one cupped the back of his neck, and the other ran down his side. She took in every aspect of him as their wordless messages travelled between them. And then he spoke. There was a short moment of panic when she thought something was wrong, but he was still kissing her, and she deepened it slightly. “You’re better,” she murmured, as her mouth opened to him.

[richboy-mason-blog]

This was the first time they had broken the boundaries of their friendship. While they had never really been just friends, they had something that kept them drifting together and now they were just closer than they had ever been and it felt right. It felt right to have her in his lap and her lips against his. Once upon a time he viewed her as a sister, but it was clear she was more than a sister to him now. She was so much more to him than that. They were so much more than friends and they both knew it by this point.

It was hard to say they were just friends when they had their mouths pressed together after all. It was even harder to say when he wanted to pull her closer and feel her against his aching body. He didn’t want to move too fast. He didn’t want their first time to be in his car either, not while she was drunk especially. His internal romantic called for him to make their first time a little more special, but with the lust and passion slowly growing thicker in the air, it was clouding that rationality he usually held so dear.

His breath was soft as their lips parted for seconds before they were kissing again, sharing messages that were never spoken. “No I’m not.” He mumbled back, eyelashes fluttering as he took advantage of her slightly open mouth to tenderly slip his tongue into it, taking it slowly in case she acted against it. He wanted to do more than just kiss her, but he was too much of a gentleman to betray her trust in him.

[drugdaze-haze]

Maze || High on Life

[drugdaze-haze]

Hailey doubted anyone really would understand. Because what could she really do? Academic subjects weren’t her thing, the only sports she took part in were in the bedroom, and all she had was her mothering nature paired with a nice enough body. So she tried to do well in what little she could, hence why she always found herself trying so hard to use her natural appeal. His promise made her nod, but it was the smile, the smile she loved that did it. One day, she was going to make sure he was smiling almost every hour of the day, even when asleep. Although… His cheeks could hurt at first, she supposed. The clouds of confusion began to clear when she met his gaze. Obviously not enough to sober her at all, but she could suddenly… Understand more than before. Some small message passed between them without words. His slow blink and look of surprise however, were only just registering as her lips graced his. And he kissed her back. Oh. So. Sweetly. His hand on her cheek was covered with her own, slender fingertips that held it there, her fingers lightly spreading his own to interlock. The messages were continuously passed between them though, the forgiving nature of it all nearly overwhelming her. Her leg was still in an awkward position from where she’d lent over, so she lifted it over the gear shift to rest on his other side, straddling the lad in his seat. Her hand left his to steady the back of his neck, as she apologized and thanked over and over.

[richboy-mason-blog]

Her lips and touch were tender and gentle. He was scared that if he deepened the kiss she would break, so he let her control the situation. It was easier that way. He didn’t want to force anything on her that she didn’t want and with the alcohol in her system, he wasn’t even sure if it was her or the alcohol in control. So whatever happened, he’d let her take control, so long as it didn’t get out of hand.

His eyelashes fluttered as he felt her soft, small hand covering his own slightly larger one. As her fingers weaved into his, he gently wrapped his fingers with hers and brushed his nose against hers as they  continued to kiss. He wanted to protect and love her so much. He just hoped that she felt the same way and it wasn’t just the alcohol pumping through her veins that led to their hearts and lips moving as one. But as he felt her shift, he broke their kiss for a moment and moved his hand from her face to help her over the gear stick so she didn’t stumble and bump against the angles and knobs in his car. 

As she straddled him, he bit his lip for a moment - admiring her face, before one hand slipped to her waist and the other slipped into her golden locks, reuniting their lips. He could practically hear the words each movement of her lips made. Maybe it was because his lips were whispering the same, silently thanking her for loving him despite his flaws. Humming softly against her lips, his eyelashes fluttered again, “You- You’re unbelievable-”

[scout-wexler]

Stargazing || Scout & Mason

[scout-wexler-blog]

Scout simply smiled at his question and nodded her head. She then listened to Mason as he answered her question– she understood exactly where he was coming from with regards to the others. Both of them are a lot to handle sometimes, but she got why he hung out with them. Really, it was mostly for the same reasons she did. “I understand,” she said out loud, after Mason had finished his explanation. “It was kind of a dumb question, but it’s nice to know they’re not holding you against your will, or something,” she teased, laughing a little. 

[richboy-mason-blog]

In the end, the three of them were his family, far more than his real family had ever been for him. They nursed him when he was sick, loved him when he was loveless, held him when he couldn’t manage another day. Without them, he would be a shambles for the public eye to see. His eyes flickered to her, smiling softly as he heard her words, “It’s not dumb. It makes sense...” He laughed, “Oh, they totally are holding me against my will.” He joked, giving her a grin, “I just do care to escape. What about you though? Why do you willingly stick around with us idiots? Except being gay as hell with Hailey- cause I’ve noticed. Nothing gets past my keen old man eyes.” Another soft laugh left his lips.