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Mason Finch. Room 2A in Section Doctorow, but please don't stalk me. Shampooer. Twenty years old and technically an adult, but who's counting. About like a hard five on the Kinsey Scale, like that matters any. Honestly, does any of this really matter? AIM: mas.on.finch A.J.F. 07.08.01 - 06.02.11 All for you, kiddo.

[princessxonpointe]

Okay. So.

[princessxonpointe]

Well - okay, yeah that’s true, I did.

No, we’re having a tea party, and Tanner is coming too, and I will show you the ways.

[tasteofmase]

.. are we five? i'm not wearing anything frilly.

[princessxonpointe]

Okay. So.

[princessxonpointe]

RUDE!

Did you just … duh me?

Also I really have to agree with you there, I don’t know what kind of scones you’ve been eating, but that’s definitely not right.

[tasteofmase]

you started it

yup.

first impressions are the most important though. can't ever go back from that.

[princessxonpointe]

Okay. So.

[princessxonpointe]

You’re gross.

Except no that was mean I’m sorry, you’re not gross at all.  HOW CAN YOU THINK SCONES ARE GROSS?!

[tasteofmase]

well then your grosser

because they're dry and crumbly and gross duh

[princessxonpointe]

Okay. So.

if everyone comes out of hiding, I promise to learn how to make scones, and give everyone some.

Or you know, maybe just buy some.  Yeah, buying them works too.

[tasteofmase]

scones are gross

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Behind Blue Eyes || Paul & Mason

Mason had every right to be upset at him. Paul understood that perfectly. He had promised to come over weeks ago and collect on that blowjob he’d rain checked on and passed up for a shower with Tanner – he was Mason’s roommate, ironically enough. But life had gotten in the way, and after picking up a dozen extra shifts at Taco Bell, Paul found himself practically without a life, or at least any opportunities to be social. Still, the older man felt that he at least deserved to be texted back and not just completely ignored by the younger boy. He was prepared to make it up to Mason, who would, without a doubt, be angry with him tonight. He was ready to endure any shouting that would come his way; he believed he had at least that coming.

Aside from a few texts here and there, Paul and Mason hadn’t really interacted all that much, a fact that had saddened the older man. As cynical and disgruntled Mason was – and way too sarcastic for his own good – Paul genuinely enjoyed his company. Granted, the last time the two were physically together, he couldn’t exactly say that they’d had a blast. He’d been far too busy making sure that Mason was okay. Still not entirely sure what had happened to make his friend act and feel that way – they hadn’t exactly done too much talking – Paul hoped that he would never witness the younger boy in such a state ever again. Despite not having known Mason for long, it still broke his heart to see someone clearly in pain. He planned to eventually find out what had gotten Mason so distressed in the first place, but seeing as he was currently being ignored, he didn’t exactly think that he’d be getting any kind of explanations tonight.

Within a couple of minutes, Paul had descended the familiar flight of the stairs to Mason’s floor, strutting down the hallway until he reached apartment 2A. In a desperate attempt to brace himself for what was about to come, Paul played out several scenarios in his head, starting from the best-case and ending with the worst-case. If he was going to be unbelievably lucky, he would open the door and Mason would pounce on him, admitting that he’d been craving Paul’s dick for the longest time, then proceed to give the older man a generous blowjob. That was probably the best Paul could hope for. The worst case would probably entail a ton of shouting and flying objects, potentially even Mason’s fist crashing into Paul’s face, eventually resulting in a large black eye. Taking a deep breath and then letting out a heavy sigh, Paul rapped his knuckles against the door three times before finally opening the already unlocked door, unsure of what kind of sight would be greeting him.

[tasteofmase]

The days had run into each other so effectively that Mason wasn't even really sure what day it was. He didn't care. He had his alarm set so he could show up to work, but outside of that? Shit didn't matter. He didn't even really have to worry about keeping his job. Being a shampooer wasn't exactly trying work. All he had to do was shampoo women's hair for a couple hours a day, which all ran into minutes anyway. He didn't even have to talk to them. The water was too loud and they gave him tips anyway, regardless if he put on a friendly smile or sweet talked their ears off. And yeah, okay, his boss had caught him spacing out or nodding off a couple times, but he hadn't gotten any sort of punishment or warning for it, so it didn't really matter.

All that mattered was he was numb. He didn't have anxiety or grief clouding his every thought. He didn't wake up throwing up in the withdrawals or with a constant headache. He didn't really talk to people. Which, yeah, okay, probably problematic. And he wasn't going to be pitiful even in his own head with the whole 'no one would talk to me anyway' thing. He just couldn't care. Nothing changed. Getting close to someone just brought more pain and, God, Mason couldn't watch another person die. He hadn't even been close friends with Marek, but they'd talked and he'd been a steady presence in the town that was just /there/. He didn't deserve to die. He didn't do anything wrong. He was saving a freaking kid, for fuck's sake. And it got him killed. So what was even the point? There wasn't one. And, okay, yeah, he hadn't really been taking care of himself. He could use a shower. And a change of clothes. But, he didn't care, so why should he?

He was in bed again, pulling in and out of wonderful unconsciousness when he vaguely registered knocking. It was hard to tell whether it was some weird black out dream or an actual knock and if it was, Tanner could freaking get it or they could just go away. He didn't even know where the hell Tanner was. Which was convenient for the whole drug thing, actually. He either didn't notice or didn't care, which suited Mason just /fine/, really.

He frowned a little when he heard what sounded like the door opening, making him pull back out of unconsciousness, which was really not the ideal state, damnit. At first he figured it'd just be Tanner, but then again, Tanner wouldn't have /knocked/. He sighed, groaning against the pillow before taking extremely long minutes to roll his head over and see- Paul. He frowned, blinking slowly and rolling onto his back. ''What are you doing here?'' he asked in confusion and curiosity, his words slow and over enunciated. He was pretty sure Paul wasn't supposed to actually be in his room.

[tasteofmase]

[TEXT] Okay, I get it. [TEXT] You're mad, and you have every right to be. [TEXT] I'm coming over anyway. I need to see you.

[message received]

[tasteofmase]

[TEXT] Okay, I'm sorry I didn't come by earlier. [TEXT] Work's been killer lately because of all the extra shifts I've been putting in. [TEXT] There's no need to ignore me, man.

[message received]

[tasteofmase]

[TEXT] Hey, buddy. Work's been killing me lately, but I think I'm finally going to come over tonight. Be there in 10?

[message received]

[tasteofmase]

not with haste | mason & tanner [august prompt]

[tasteofmase]

Mason just sort of made a trapped, desperate noise at the question. How was he supposed to articulate anything at all right now? It was enough just trying to keep himself together and quiet. He couldn’t even begin to form coherent thought for an actual answer. It was almost laughable. So he just sort of shook his head, digging fingernails in Tanner’s upper arm and breathlessly trying to kiss him back with the awkward angle of his neck, but it was so so worth it. His breath hitched when Tanner lifted his leg and- Oh, okay that was awesome.

He snapped a hand back behind them to curl fingers at the back of Tanner’s head again, holding him close as if afraid Tanner would pull away and leave and stop anything. Which, okay, maybe would have been a stupid fear considering Tanner was currently buried in his fucking ass and it didn’t seem like Tanner was going anywhere. He turned his face into the pillow to muffle his noises as he rocked jerkily back against the thrusts as much as he could with what little leverage he had, moans muffled against the pillow when his lips weren’t pressed together. They couldn’t get caught.

Especially not right now because, wow, talk about a mood killer. Which was a little bit of a thrill if he was honest with himself. They could get caught at any time. Their parents and his brother were just down the hall. And it didn’t stop them. And he was mortified to realize he was really fucking close and he hadn’t even been touched yet. ”T-Tanner,” he whined, teeth biting down on his bottom lip and letting go repeatedly. ”I’m- I’m c-close,” he whimpered with an almost apologetic tone, but, okay, cut him some damn slack, okay? First time.

His fingernails dug into Tanner’s bicep and the back of his neck and he shoved hard back against the thrusts, shifting slightly and shoving his face into the pillow to muffle a cry because Jesus fucking Christ if that wasn’t that awesome fucking spot he’d heard about and tried finding on his own, than he was slightly afraid of finding that spot. ”Fuck- I’m-” he moaned in a muffle against the pillow before he was doing just that, shoving back against Tanner to get him as deep as he could and pressed against that awesome spot before he was coming untouched with teeth gritted hard to stifle noises that still bit out.

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Thinking about things wasn’t something he had the ability to do, at the moment. Not when his dick was buried in Mason and the tightness that he felt sent euphoric shudders through his entire body. If he could be thinking about things, it would definitely go right back to his family and how they were mere rooms away. Tanner wasn’t going to be loud; his teeth were clenched and the only solid thought that he kept reminding himself of was to stay quiet. He just wasn’t entirely thinking of why. That’s what happened when someone was just tight enough, he supposed. It didn’t hurt him and from the looks of it— it didn’t look like it hurt Mason either. A win, most definitely. 

Hearing his brother’s words caused him to slow down for only about two seconds, eyebrows furrowing together before he swallowed and nodded. A nod he was sure Mason couldn’t see. There was no judgment, honestly. He just felt a little out of breath and it took him a second to realize what was being said- especially given he hadn’t been jacked off. With the knowledge, he made sure he was going in at the right angle and sliding himself fully out before thrusting hard back in. The small change was enough to make him groan, having to bite his lip just shy of the point of drawing blood to make sure he didn’t make any louder noises. It didn’t take long before he was finding his own edge, gasping out and digging his fingers into Mason’s leg as his hips rocked faster; more erratic. 

"Me, too," he nodded his head when he was being told again, letting out a hiss as the feeling progressed until a tenseness overtook his body. Tanner followed right after his brother in his orgasm, coming undone inside of him and clenching his hand around Mason’s thigh as he moved his mouth to the back of his wrist to muffle the sounds that he was making. The thrusting stopped after a moment, but, he didn’t pull out once he had; he took time to breathe and moved his mouth away from his hand to look down at Mason. "That was—" He ended it with a chuckle, shaking his head and licking his lips as he pulled out and dropped down next to his brother. Amazing was the unspoken word, but Tanner just settled with smiling up at the ceiling. It might have been more than just a ‘I-just-got-laid’ grin. He turned over after a minute, lying on his side and not caring very much about the fact that they were both sticky with sweat and come before he was wrapping his arms around his stepbrother and pulling him to him. He trailed kisses along his shoulder before letting out a sigh and digging his face into his neck. 

There wasn’t really anything to say. Not tonight. Things could be sorted out some other day. Right now, the athlete just wanted to curl up next to Mason and sleep until it was light out. 

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starting back at zero | self-para

Or, at least, he liked to pretend he hid it well since no one had asked him specifics or noticed anything. Paul sort of did. Enough to tell him he needed to be saved, like Mason was a lost sheep and Paul his religious shepard. But he couldn't do it. He was trapped. He was still trapped in the past, trapped in a cycle of finding out his brother had been put in the hospital, trapped watching his little brother, the boy he'd sworn his life to protect, take his last breath and die because Mason hadn't been there.

He hadn't mourned. Not truly. He hadn't let himself. He hadn't moved on, as much as he had been convincing himself he had. He'd gone on autopilot, piecing together the remains of his shattered family as well as he could before being kicked to the streets and taking the first escape he could. God, he didn't even know whether she'd been /convicted/. He didn't even know if she was rotting in prison or out walking free, maybe making another family as her eldest son killed himself slowly.

Which, was probably another reason he hadn't been able to go another day with the pain and stark reality.

At least, not without a little help.

The first pill was taken sitting on his bed, alone. And then bliss. He was drifting. Didn't need to think. All he had to do was get through the day. Go to work and then... Drift. That couldn't be that hard, right?

Just bliss.

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not with haste | mason & tanner [august prompt]

[tanbrooks]

That was the entire deal of all of this — Tanner had absolutely no idea how experienced Mason was outside of what they have done to each other. It was never a thing they particularly discussed with one another. In the time span that he had a boyfriend, he had never piped up about his sexual life to Mason. To him, it felt like it would have been wrong. In return, Mason seemed to be on the same wavelength with that— never hearing a thing about him. Tanner didn’t mind. He didn’t want to hear about Mason’s sex life, neither did he want to think why he didn’t want to hear about it. The psychology and deeper meaning wasn’t something he wanted to focus on when he was freaking inside of him. Feeling him so tight around him was definitely a good enough distraction from the thoughts flooding his brain, the movement of their lips against one another was another. Thinking would soon become an impossible once the euphoria took over completely. 

"Yeah?" he whispered against his lips when he heard his name. It didn’t occur to him that the call could have been merely because of pleasure rather than wanting his attention but he was much too wrapped up in sliding in more —deeper — than caring about that. His tongue came out instead to massage against the other one before tracing along his lip and then nipping at it. "Okay, okay," he nodded his head, not wanting to wait for more of a permission. Worried as he could have been, lust was filling him entirely and he wanted to start the actual fucking process. "Okay," was repeated one more time, blindly moving himself to prop up more. The position that they were in was far from the best when it came to trying to be inside of him as well as kiss him, making him need to straighten out a little and sliding his hands over Mason’s chest. One of them went far enough down to wrap around his thigh and push the leg up, spreading him more and making it easier for him to pull out and go in at a better angle. 

A muffled sound ripped through him as he started to move. His muscles tensed and he had to keep repeating to himself that he couldn’t go fast. Not yet. Not if he wanting to set up a good enough tempo to make it comfortable for the two of them. Mason was so freaking tight that he didn’t want to risk hurting either of them by going too fast too quick. Tanner paid attention to go in as deep as he could to make up for it, breaths leaving him in short spurts when he did allow his mouth to open. For the most part, he tried to press his lips together and keep them like so to make sure that he didn’t make anymore noises. The only constant thought in his head besides making both him and Mason feel good was the fact that their parents were home, as was Mason’s little brother. Any of them finding out would probably mean hell for the two of them and he didn’t really want to associate this with anything bad. 

[tasteofmase]

Mason just sort of made a trapped, desperate noise at the question. How was he supposed to articulate anything at all right now? It was enough just trying to keep himself together and quiet. He couldn't even begin to form coherent thought for an actual answer. It was almost laughable. So he just sort of shook his head, digging fingernails in Tanner's upper arm and breathlessly trying to kiss him back with the awkward angle of his neck, but it was so so worth it. His breath hitched when Tanner lifted his leg and- Oh, okay that was awesome.

He snapped a hand back behind them to curl fingers at the back of Tanner's head again, holding him close as if afraid Tanner would pull away and leave and stop anything. Which, okay, maybe would have been a stupid fear considering Tanner was currently buried in his fucking ass and it didn't seem like Tanner was going anywhere. He turned his face into the pillow to muffle his noises as he rocked jerkily back against the thrusts as much as he could with what little leverage he had, moans muffled against the pillow when his lips weren't pressed together. They couldn't get caught.

Especially not right now because, wow, talk about a mood killer. Which was a little bit of a thrill if he was honest with himself. They could get caught at any time. Their parents and his brother were just down the hall. And it didn't stop them. And he was mortified to realize he was really fucking close and he hadn't even been touched yet. ''T-Tanner,'' he whined, teeth biting down on his bottom lip and letting go repeatedly. ''I'm- I'm c-close,'' he whimpered with an almost apologetic tone, but, okay, cut him some damn slack, okay? First time.

His fingernails dug into Tanner's bicep and the back of his neck and he shoved hard back against the thrusts, shifting slightly and shoving his face into the pillow to muffle a cry because Jesus fucking Christ if that wasn't that awesome fucking spot he'd heard about and tried finding on his own, than he was slightly afraid of finding that spot. ''Fuck- I'm-'' he moaned in a muffle against the pillow before he was doing just that, shoving back against Tanner to get him as deep as he could and pressed against that awesome spot before he was coming untouched with teeth gritted hard to stifle noises that still bit out.

[tasteofmase]

can you and jesse just sleep together already?? kaythanksbyeeee.

Been there already, anon.

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