Mason
[Two weeks Later]
It's been two weeks since Damian came back into my life, we've been texting each other, calling each other and he has been coming over most nights.
I miss hanging out with him, we've spent these past few days learning about each other again. I told him about life after my dad's death and he did the same.
He told me about his younger brother and about the work he does.
He's so brave for putting his life on the line for me, but then again, he does have two important people who he has to get his revenge for.
"Mace" he called out my name making me shift my attention to him. We're in my living room watching TV.
"Yeah" I answered him.
"Do you want to go to the club with me?, I heard there's this new club just opened and I want to go there with you" he said as he grabbed my hand and started rubbing on it, he had that cute puppy eyes on him.
"Ughh" I groaned "okay"
"Yayyyy" he jumped on me and hugged me, I brought my face to his neck and breathed in, he smelled so good, I couldn't help but keep smelling him.
'Fuck'
"Alright, I'll go get changed, by the time I get back, I need you to be ready" he said getting up, I almost reached out to him to force him to stay.
"Uhh, okay, sure" I said standing up also.
He hugged me again before he walked out.
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Omniscient Narrative
[At The Club]
Mason hadn't even stepped fully inside before the bass started drilling into his skull.
The club pulsed with a relentless beat, bass thumping through the floor like a second heartbeat.
Neon lights everywhere and blinding.
"Remind me again why I agreed to this" he muttered, leaning toward Damian so he could be heard over the music.
Damian just grinned like he'd been waiting for that question all night.
"Because you love me and you can't say no to me" he said grinning hard at Mason, Mason side eyed him and rolled his eyes.
"I promise you, it's neither of those two" Mason said which made Damian let out a small laugh.
"Fine, it's because you're 40 and we're trying to get you to have fun" he shrugged.
"Excuse me very much, I do have fun" Mason shot back, which made Damian's hand move to his mouth to try and stop himself from laughing at the cute 40 year old man on his arm.
"Yeah?" Damian raised an eyebrow. "When was the last time you were in a place with a dance floor?"
Mason glanced around at the crowd, there were neon lights, bodies moving too close together, the kind of energy that made him feel like he'd wandered into someone else's generation.
"…2004" he admitted, his free hand moving to the back of his head.
Damian laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. "Exactly Mace, come on now let's go have fun"
Before Mason could protest again, Damian steered him toward the bar.
Two minutes later a drink was shoved into Mason's hand.
"What is this?" Mason asked suspiciously as he held the drink in his hand.
"Something that will stop you from looking like you're about to file a noise complaint"
Mason eyed the glass.
Then he took a sip.
Then another.
"Okay" he admitted reluctantly after a moment. "That's- That's actually not bad" and he took another sip.
Damian smirked like he'd just won something.
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Thirty minutes later Mason was on his second drink.
The music didn't feel quite as loud anymore.
The lights didn't feel quite as blinding.
And Damian, Damian was standing way too close, laughing about something Mason had just said, and somehow Damian was a lot easier to look at.
Which was…weird for the older man.
So Mason blamed the alcohol.
"Come on" Damian said suddenly, grabbing his wrist.
"Oh no, no, no" Mason said immediately.
"Yes, yes, yes"
"No"
"You're dancing, come on"
"I absolutely am not"
But Damian was already pulling him toward the middle of the floor.
Mason opened his mouth to protest again.
Then the crowd swallowed them.
Bodies moved everywhere, rhythm, movement, heat from too many people packed together.
Mason stood there awkwardly for about five seconds.
Damian noticed.
"Relax Mace" he said, leaning closer so Mason could hear him. "Nobody's watching you"
"That's not comforting, at all"
Damian laughed again.
Then he started moving to the music, he moved awkwardly at first, like he wasn't sure if his body could move the way he was expected to move, but there was a quiet intensity in his gaze that pulled Damian in as he looked at the taller man.
Their eyes lingered on for much longer, and Damian's cheeks flushed under the strobe lights, Mason looked hot under the dark lights of the club.
Mason felt a spark, unexpected and sharp, igniting low in his gut.
Mason tried to pretend he wasn't watching him.
He failed.
The alcohol buzz in his head softened the sharp edges of his usual self-consciousness.
Eventually he shifted a little.
Then a little more.
Not really dancing.
But…moving.
Damian noticed immediately.
"There you go" he said. "See? Not so painful"
"Don't push it" Mason muttered.
But he didn't stop.
At some point Damian stepped closer.
Close enough that Mason could feel the warmth of him through the noise and motion of the crowd.
They moved to the edge of the floor, their bodies were now swaying to the heavy rhythm.
Mason positioned himself behind Damian now, hands hovering at his hips before settling there lightly.
The crowd pressed in, forcing them nearer, and Mason let his chest brush Damian's back.
Still…he didn't move away.
Which was also weird.
Damian leaned in again so Mason could hear him. "You're doing great for an old guy"
Mason snorted. "I should leave you here"
"You won't"
The confidence in Damian's voice made Mason glance at him.
"Why's that?" he asked.
Damian just smiled.
And for some reason Mason's chest did a strange little twist he immediately decided to ignore.
The music pulsed around them.
Lights flashed.
People moved.
The tension between them built slowly, like the crescendo of the track.
Mason's body tensed under his touch, but he still didn't move away.
Instead, he leaned back, just enough to feel Damian's warmth.
Mason's breath hitched, he could smell Damian's cologne, something fresh and clean cutting through the club's musk.
His hands slid lower, fingers gripping the fabric of Damian's shirt, pulling him flush against his groin.
Mason could feel the sudden change but he told himself it was just the drinks.
That had to be it.
Because the alternative,
The idea that he actually liked being this close to Damian,
Was a thought Mason firmly refused to examine.
Mason suddenly gasped softly when he felt Damian pulled him even closer, the sounds lost in the music, but Mason felt the vibration through their bodies.
Damian ground forward experimentally, his hardening member pressing against Mason's ass through their jeans.
The friction was electric, sending heat pooling in Mason's core.
Mason responded, pushing back subtly, his hips rolling in time with the beat.
Damian's head swam with the whiskey and the press of flesh.
He hadn't felt this pull in years of crushing in the shorter man and now he gets to rub up on him, he gets to have unfiltered desire.
His lips grazed mason's ear.
"You feel that?" he murmured, grinding harder, his erection throbbing against the seam of Mason's pants.