Homeruns: Wild Pitch Part 6

Unlike him, I knew how hard it was to walk around every day, wondering if someone was going to learn your secret and sell it to the highest bidder. Now that Jason knew, it was only a matter of time before others did as well. It wasn't that I thought he'd be the one to say something, but it was more of an indication that I sucked at hiding the truth now that I had someone who really meant something in my life.

"I want you, Sean," Mason pleaded. "I don't want to wait anymore. I want you to take me upstairs and f.u.c.k me so hard I can't think."

G.o.d, I wanted that too. It was the fantasy that kept me up at night, waiting until Kevin went to sleep so I could rub one out, imagining that my fist was Mason's a.s.s. I'd never felt the connection I felt when we were together, and I craved more of it.

His teeth clamped down on the side of my neck, hard enough that I worried he was going to leave a mark. "Mace, we can't," I panted. My d.i.c.k twitched, as if to tell me to shut up and go with the flow, but I couldn't. As much as it irritated me that he was still chained to the Ice Queen, I had to admire him for not wanting to stoop to the same level she had repeatedly in the couple of years they were married. He was eager to explore this new side of himself, so it was on me to be the responsible one and put on the brakes.

"We can," he retorted without taking his lips away from my skin. When he did finally pull away, the hunger in his eyes was laced with something completely new to me: sadness and longing. "Sean, I'm sick of doing what's best for everyone else. It's time I start doing what's right for me. And you're what's right. You're the one thing that makes sense in my world right now."

I cupped his face in my hands to keep him from turning away, because I knew what I was about to say would sting as much as a bucket full of ice water. "Babe, I know you think this is what you need to do, but you have to trust me. It's not time. We've waited a long time to even admit that we were attracted to one another, so a couple more days won't kill us."

"It might," Mason grumbled. "My b.a.l.l.s are so blue I'm starting to think they're going to fall off if you don't touch them soon. And then I'll bleed out and it'll be all your fault."

My hands slid into the back of his jeans, cupping his a.s.s. The material fit his body like a glove, making it difficult for me to grab him the way I wanted. "There's still plenty we can do without that," I a.s.sured him. "I promise, I'm going to make you feel so good you never want to leave my bedroom."

I pushed away from the counter, lacing Mason's fingers with my own as I led him upstairs to the bedroom. I instructed him to sit on the edge of the bed while I drew a bath. He'd probably make fun of me, but I used some scented oils to help him relax. It wasn't the most masculine scent in the world, but my garden tub, some soothing oils and a load of pampering were exactly what Mason needed to relax him enough to get a good night of sleep.

I stood in the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom, watching Mason as he slept. It was tempting to turn around, shut off the water, and crawl into bed next to him, but I'd promised to show him that intimacy and s.e.x were two completely different things. This was something I could give to him that I'd never given anyone else. Something I never thought I wanted to do with anyone.

As I crossed the room, I tread carefully to make sure I didn't wake him. Even when I sat on the bed beside Mason, he didn't stir. I ran my fingers through his hair, considering for a moment how lucky I was to have him in my life. Mason might think it was cowardly to keep this secret from me for so long, but I understood how he felt. Even though I'd known I could trust him, I'd been a nervous wreck the night I told him I was gay. No, Mason wasn't a coward; he was one of the strongest men I knew for finally opening his mouth to ask for what he wanted.

"Hey, sit up," I whispered, reaching beneath him to help lift him off the bed. He grumbled and rolled over so his back was to me. I began gently rubbing his back as I leaned forward to kiss his shoulder. "Mace, come on. Let's go relax, then you can sleep."

He turned his head and opened one eye. "I was relaxed, in case you couldn't tell," he grumbled. "Your bed is way better than a hotel."

"Don't be a crab-a.s.s," I scolded him, tugging the shirt up his chest. "I think you'll like my idea better."

He rolled onto his stomach so he could use his left hand to push himself upright. "This better be good." His protest would have been more effective had he not curled into my side. I took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom. We both stripped and I turned on some soft music as Mason stared at the tub filled with steaming water as if he had no clue what to do next.

I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He rested his head on my shoulder as I tightened my grip. "You do realize I'm a sure thing, right?" he teased, turning his head to kiss my jaw. "I'm not some chick you need to wine and dine to get into your bed."

"Good thing, since I have no desire to ever seduce a woman," I pointed out, nudging him toward the edge of the tub. I reached down to take off his brace before guiding him into the water. "Lean forward."

He did, allowing me room to slide into the water behind him. I draped my legs over his and my arms around his chest, pulling him back to me. "I've had s.e.x more times than I can count in my life," I told him, reaching for the soap and a wash cloth. He sighed as I began running the sudsy cloth over his chest. "But this...this is different. You've opened my eyes to the idea of having something more than that."

The washcloth slid into the water and I continued ma.s.saging my way down to his hips, ignoring the way his back arched, causing his thick c.o.c.k to jut out from beneath the surface of the water. His moans and sighs every time I found a sensitive spot on his body had me squeezing my eyes shut to try to maintain control of the situation. My body screamed in agony, having Mason so close, naked and wet, while my mind refused to let me cave to his earlier request.

We stayed in the water until it cooled to an uncomfortable temperature. I pushed Mason forward and stepped out, reaching for a towel for both of us. I helped him out of the tub and dried him before taking him back to bed. He seemed to have forgotten that he'd wanted to get laid tonight and wound up falling asleep before I could return from making sure the house was locked and the alarm set.

I laid next to him, pulling the sheet over both of our naked bodies and tried to go to sleep. When that didn't work, I rolled to my side and watched him sleep, promising myself that taking it slow would pay off in the end.

Abi was already awake and sitting at the breakfast island when I walked downstairs in the morning. It was too early on a Sunday morning for a college student to be awake, and I knew there was something more going on than she was saying, but I wasn't prepared to deal with either issue before coffee.

"I figured you two would have been in bed until noon, given the way you were eye f.u.c.king him on the way home from the airport," Abi said in greeting. It was definitely too early to deal with her blunt sarcasm.

"Abi, you really need to cool it. I probably messed up by telling you what I did, but I needed someone in my corner. Please, do not make me regret that decision." The fact that she pa.s.sed me a mug as well as a plate with a slice of cherry kringle went a long way toward dissolving my misgivings. "Thank you."

"No problem. I figured you weren't going to be in the mood to cook, and it's been a while since I had one of these," she said, holding up the pastry. I looked in the plain white box on the counter and saw that she'd devoured nearly half of it already. Between her recent appet.i.te and Mason's, it was entirely possibly I'd go bankrupt having both of them in the house for the next two weeks.

He already told you he had to go back today. Don't get ahead of yourself. I didn't want him to go back to Chicago.

"Abi, is everything okay with you?" I asked, settling on the stool next to her. She shook her head as she guzzled her own mug of coffee. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head again. Rather than continue shoving kringle into her face as fast as humanly possible, she started picking apart the layers of flaky pastry. I watched this go on until her breakfast was nearly unrecognizable and grabbed her hand.

"What's going on?" I pressed, turning her stool so she was facing me. "Whatever it is, you know I won't say anything to anyone, but you're a horrible liar and I'm worried about you."

"It's everything," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I keep thinking about dropping out of school, but I know that'd be stupid. But, I just...I can't do it, Sean. I have no clue if I want to be a social worker, and I have no clue how I'm going to get into grad school, much less stick with it until I'm done. I'm tired. I'm thinking about taking a break, but I know what Mom and Dad are going to say about that."

She finally looked up at me and I nodded in understanding. Our parents always made it abundantly clear that they would help us pay for school on the condition that we kept our grades up and didn't stop until we reached the finish line. That wasn't an issue for me, thanks to scholarships and the draft, but Abi was struggling between what she wanted and keeping them happy.

"What can I do to help?" I asked, hating to see her in pain. She started crying and I pulled her into my arms, cradling her head as she sobbed into my shoulder.

"I don't know. I know I keep saying that, but it's how I feel about everything right now. It's like everything I thought made sense doesn't now, and I'm not sure if it ever will." My coffee was lukewarm by the time she settled down enough for me to let her go.

"My door's always open for you, got it? You're too close to graduation to quit." G.o.d, I sounded so much like my dad when I said that, it was scary. But it was also the truth. She was two semesters away from having a degree. Even if she decided she didn't want to go for anything beyond a Bachelor's degree, she'd regret not sticking through the next year.

I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Mason sitting quietly in the living room. I'd been so engrossed in Abi's drama, I hadn't even heard him come downstairs. He noticed me watching him and gave me a soft smile before turning his attention back to the television, which was muted.

I was surrounded by two of the most important people in my life, and it seemed both of them were fighting demons. It was unsettling for me to admit that I had no answers to help either of them.

Mason disappeared up the stairs and returned a short time later, dressed, and ready to leave. It hadn't dawned on me last night, but we needed to figure out how he was going to get back to the city. I had to be at the ballpark in less than two hours, and with traffic, there was no way I could make the round trip.

"Hey, Abi, you up for another road trip?" I asked. Mason filled a travel mug with coffee, oblivious to what was going on around him. I got distracted watching him, thinking that he looked good in my s.p.a.ce. Even though I b.i.t.c.hed about how it sucked coming home to an empty house, I'd never wanted to share my home with anyone, but it'd be easy to have him here all the time.

"Possibly, why?" she responded, shoving yet another slice of pastry into her mouth. The girl was going to wind up three hundred pounds if she didn't watch it.

"Well, Mason has to get back to Chicago for therapy today. I'd let him use my truck, but it's a stick and he needs to take it easy on his hand."

Mason looked up at me, ready to argue. I shook my head and pursed my lips. He took the hint and kept quiet. I hoped the drive would give them time to talk, because there was something Abi still wasn't telling me.

"I suppose I could, but am I supposed to turn around to come back here after dropping him off?" I didn't like that idea one bit, but she had a valid point.

"Mace, what do you want to do?" I asked, leaving the decision up to him.

"I don't know what Abi would do while I'm doing my therapy and s.h.i.t, but if she didn't mind hanging around down there for the day, it'd be cool to come back up here tonight."

I hadn't been willing to ask him to commute back and forth daily, but it sounded perfect to me. I had a full week in town, with a day off between two home series, which would give us plenty of time together. And as a side bonus, it'd give us a chance to see what it'd be like to spend more time together. Sure, we'd been roommates before, but circ.u.mstances were different back then. For all I knew, Mason could be impossible to live with once he got p.i.s.sy about the fact that he was stuck on the DL, or he could lose his mind when I left my dirty clothes all over the place.

"I'll probably rent a car when we get back, because you're right, I shouldn't be trying to drive stick right now, and my Jeep's a b.i.t.c.h to shift on a good day," he continued. "I mean... if you don't mind me staying up here, at least until you head out again. Then, I'll probably crash at my place."

I wanted to throw my arms around his neck and tell me there was nothing I wanted more, but I had to play it cool. For one thing, I didn't want to seem as if I were pressuring Mason into more than he was ready for, but also because Abi would never let me live it down if I went all girly. "Yeah, that'd be fine by me." Abi nearly choked trying to stifle her laughter at my failed attempt to stay calm and indifferent.

"If you want, I'll be your personal chauffeur," Abi offered, practically bouncing out of her seat. "I've been sitting around the house for almost a month now and I'm going out of my mind. It'd be good to have something meaningful to do."

"Well, I guess that's settled, then," I said. If driving back and forth between Milwaukee and Chicago was going to put a smile on Abi's face, I'd gladly pay for the gas it was going to require to keep the truck filled.

Abi bounded down the stairs to get ready to leave, giving Mason and me some time alone. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and led him into the downstairs spare bedroom. "Are you really okay with staying up here and driving down every day?" I asked, needing that little bit of rea.s.surance.

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't have said it," he grumbled. It seemed my own insecurity was the biggest hurdle we had to overcome. As much as I wanted to let go and believe that all of this was really happening, it wasn't real to me just yet. We'd had a hot and heavy night at his place, a tender moment in the men's bathroom in a diner, and a quick goodbye on the side of the road. That was hardly enough to justify the feelings I was having for him. "The bigger question is are you ready to have me around all the time. I'm not sure if you remember, but I can be a bit of a slob. I drink milk out of the carton and have no issues eating cold pizza that's been sitting on the stove all night. Can you handle that?"

"You'll have to be patient with me," I reminded him. "I've spent most of my life trying to avoid getting involved with anyone, so it's going to take some time for me to get used to the fact that I even want a relationship. As for the rest of it, I'm sure I'll get used to walking around behind you picking up stray clothes and I'll be sure to put leftovers away. It'll be worth it to get some extra time with you."

Mason shoved me down onto the bed, and fell on top of me, being careful to put all of his weight on his left arm. The Velcro of the brace on his right scratched the side of my face as he ran his fingers over my short blond hair. "It's a lot for both of us," he admitted. "h.e.l.l, until a few days ago, I couldn't even admit to anyone that I wanted to be with a man. I thought I'd missed my chance to be with the one person I've ever really wanted. Now, I'm wondering why in the h.e.l.l I didn't say anything when we were younger. We lost so much time we could have been together."

"Don't think about that," I scolded him, reaching up to brush the hair away from his face. I curled my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down until our lips met. The kiss started out slowly, cautiously, but quickly grew in intensity. Mason moaned as my tongue pushed past his lips, his left arm slid beneath my body, as his right hand reached for the hem of my t-shirt. "Mace, we don't have time. Tonight, I promise."

"I want you now," he whimpered before nipping at my earlobe. He seemed to have some sort of oral fixation, and I was all too willing to let him sink his teeth into my skin. But not now. Right now, we were both at risk of being late for work. My brain was already short-circuiting from the way Mason was licking and biting his way down my neck, and I almost gave in to his whispered pleas. Almost.

"Tonight," I repeated, placing my hands in the middle of his chest to push him off me. "When I get home, we'll have dinner, talk a bit, and then not talk the rest of the night."

"I hate you right now," he groaned, unashamedly adjusting the hard-on in his jeans. Of course, I couldn't help but watch him, thinking about how easy it'd be to lean forward and release him, sucking him to the root until he screamed. I had it bad.

I stood, tossing my arms around Mason's neck. "I know, but look on the bright side."

"I'm failing to see one right now." I kissed him on the forehead, loving that he thought he could pull out the puppy dog eyes and get me to bend to his whim.

"It gives you a good reason to hurry up and get back here." I gave him one last kiss before quickly ducking out of the room to keep him from starting anything else we couldn't finish.

Chapter 10.

PT was not only boring and tedious, it hurt like h.e.l.l. No matter how many times I told the trainer that I wasn't up to doing what she asked, she pushed harder and harder. By the time Abi pulled up outside the players' entrance to pick me up, I was ready for the pain pills I'd been avoiding so far.

If not for the fact that I was pretty sure I was already a goner over her brother, I would have leaned across the truck to kiss her when she greeted me with a bottle of water and my medication. "I grabbed these out of Sean's bathroom before we left," she told me. "I figured you'd be too pig-headed to admit you need them."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I scoffed.

"Exactly what I said. You're a stubborn man, and admitting you need the pills is some sort of weakness in your eyes."

"Is not," I argued. I instinctively reached for the handle over the door when Abi whipped the wheel to the left to beat the oncoming traffic. I clutched my right arm against my chest when I realized how stupid that was. The pain that had been barely tolerable when I got done with therapy was now agonizing. "Be careful, would ya? I'm pretty sure your brother will be p.i.s.sed if you crease his truck."

"Yeah, your b.i.t.c.hing has nothing to do with the fact that you didn't trust me and grabbed the oh-s.h.i.t bar, does it?" she scoffed with a dramatic eye roll. "I'll have you know I'm the only one of us kids who's never totaled a vehicle."

"Oh, that makes me feel better." I tried to relax, a feat on par with trying to scale a mountain, as Abi wove her way through downtown Chicago. I had to give her credit not only did she get us to my condo without incident, but she also managed to find parking close by.

As soon as we walked through the front door, I caught a whiff of cleaning chemicals. Since I knew for a fact that my mom was in Springfield and I hadn't asked the cleaning service to come by, that meant Abi had spent the day cleaning an already spotless condo. Sean was right, something was really wrong, and I was going to figure out what it was.

"Hey, what do you say we watch the game here? If we head back as soon as it's done, we'll probably still get home before Sean does," I suggested. I couldn't explain why, but I figured it might be easier on Abi not to be at her brother's for a while. "The fridge is empty, but I'm sure you already knew that. I'll order takeout and we'll kick back."

"Sounds good to me," she agreed quickly. "Like I said, I've spent most of the summer so far at Sean's place, so it'll be a nice change of scenery, even if your place is a bit sterile."

"Hey now! I think it's pretty decent, given the fact that I'm rarely here," I protested. When she flopped down on the couch next to me and planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek, I knew she was trying to rile me. "You're a brat, you know that?"

"So I've been told."

I picked up the phone and called in an order for Chinese before searching for the game in a sea of about a thousand channels. I wondered why I bothered paying for the premium package since it was rare that I even turned the d.a.m.n thing on.

The announcers were still doing their pre-game a.n.a.lysis, so I muted the TV and turned to face Abi with my arm draped over the back of the couch with a bag of ice over it. "You can tell me it's none of my business, but were you totally honest with Sean this morning?" I asked, cringing because I sounded more judgmental than I'd intended.

"What do you mean?" Abi asked, chugging her bottle of water.

"I mean, I know you told him that you're worried about school and all that s.h.i.t, but is that all it is? If it is, you need to quit stressing about it and relax over the summer," I advised her.

"No, but it was enough to get him off my back," she admitted, worrying her lower lip.

"Anything you want to talk about?" I offered, because now that we were talking about her issues, I Abi was retreating into her sh.e.l.l. I wasn't good at this s.h.i.t. I didn't have any siblings, and whenever Teresa had been upset, I'd dealt with it by trying to get off the topic as quickly as possible.

"Yeah, that'd work real well," she sneered. "No offense, but if I tell you, you're going to run and tell him out of some sort of screwed up loyalty to him."

"No, I won't," I promised her, reaching for her hand. "Abi, if something's bothering you, you can always talk to me without worrying that I'm going to tell him. The only exception would be if I think you're in danger, but even then I'd tell you that I was going to tell him."

"Are you for real?" She asked warily.

I pinched myself for dramatic effect. "Yep, pretty sure I am," I confirmed for her. "Now, tell me what's going on so we can figure out how to get you out of this funk. No offense to you, but moping and shoving food in your face doesn't work for you. You're supposed to be annoyingly happy and optimistic."

"None taken. Remember, you said you won't tell Sean," she reminded me, causing me to wonder exactly what was going on. I nodded and reached for her hand. "Okay, well toward the end of the school year, I was supposed to be at the cabin with Mom and Dad, but then Leanne wanted Mom's help looking at reception s.p.a.ces, so that blew apart. I was pretty p.i.s.sed, because Leanne was yet again the center of attention and Mom waited so long to cancel that everyone already had plans for Friday night. I decided to hole up in my room and study for finals instead of get s.h.i.tty drunk with the girls downstairs."

This didn't sound good at all. I took a few breaths to keep from jumping to conclusions, and there were plenty to choose from. I motioned for her to continue, and she started to cry. I scooted closer to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She slumped into my side as she gently sobbed.

"I walked out of my room to take a quick break, and I heard voices coming from one of the rooms across the hall from mine." She angrily wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Let's just say that my boyfriend had no problems making other plans since he thought I would be out of town. And to make matters worse, when someone told him that I was home and in my room, he knocked on the door and pretended that he hadn't been in that wh.o.r.e's room all night."

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry," I said, attempting to soothe her. "It's no excuse, but I will say that men are a.s.sholes sometimes."

"Yeah, tell me about it," she huffed.

I peeked over her shoulder as I tried to get her to calm down, checking on the game. It didn't matter if we watched or not since Sean was between starts, but I told him I'd watch so I was.

When the doorbell rang, I got up and paid for the food. I heard Abi pulling out plates and silverware, so I dropped the bag of food on the island and turned the television so we could see it from the stools. I was impressed with her commentary on the game, since most girls could barely wrap their heads around the basics.

We wound up leaving my place during the top of the eighth since the Mavericks were up by seven. Abi was still a bit sullen on the drive, but I didn't press her to share anything else with me. I figured I'd do well to take it slow and earn her trust so she knew I wasn't fishing for information.

The first half of the drive was uncomfortably quiet. I reached down to turn on the stereo, but every channel seemed to be on commercial break at the same time. While I rummaged through the console for Sean's CD collection, Abi turned the volume all the way down so we were back in silence.

"Mason, can I ask you a question?" I glanced over to the driver's seat and saw her hands gripping the wheel as though we were driving through a blizzard. She really needed to get past whatever had turned her from bubbly to uptight. Fast.

"Anything."

"Have you ever thought about having kids?" she asked, the words so quiet I barely heard them over the rumble of the engine.

"All the time," I admitted. "Granted, I think I've spent more time thinking about why I couldn't have kids than why I wanted them, but I think everyone wants a family."