bacon, mushrooms and gouda. “You’re seriously killing me. This is incredible.”
Mason laughed softly as he ate. Avery took a few more bites and watched as Mason took a scone, broke off a corner and slathered it with butter. Mason waited for Avery to finish chewing and swallow before he held it up for Avery to try. Avery opened his mouth and let Mason push the still steaming bite of scone past his lips. Avery closed his teeth playfully on Mason’s fingers for a moment before releasing them. Mason watched Avery expectantly and he began to chew. Sweet Jesus. Avery sank into his seat and his eyes rolled back into his head as the tender pastry dissolved in his mouth and the taste of butter, sugar and cherry melted on his tongue. He swallowed and opened his eyes. Mason’s grin was knowing as he offered the rest of the scone. Avery jumped from his seat and landed astride Mason’s lap. He took Mason’s face in his hands and lowered his head so he could devour Mason’s mouth hungrily, urgently. Mason moaned in approval as his arms closed around Avery. When Avery finally raised his head, Mason’s lips were swollen and his eyes were dazed and heavy.
“Can I keep you?” Avery asked as he let his thumb brush along Mason’s lower lip. Mason opened his mouth and sucked on Avery’s thumb for a moment before releasing it.
“I was hoping you would.” He said softly. Avery nodded before he lowered his head and kissed Mason’s lips briefly before he returned to his seat.
“If you make me fat, you’ll definitely be stuck with me.” He teased as he took another bite of the scone. “These are divine.” Avery murmured.
“I got the dried cherries from your apartment. I knew they were your favorite but I didn’t think you’d be that enthusiastic.” Mason said as he poured Avery a glass of juice.
“You’re pretty much perfect.” Avery sighed as he lifted his glass. “Is there anything you’re not good at?” He asked before he took a sip.
“Math. I’m lousy at anything with numbers.” Mason admitted and Avery shrugged.
“So we can add cooking, baking and brilliant writer the list of reasons why you should have been snatched up years ago.” Avery took another bite of his scone and sighed happily as he pondered the nature of fate.
“Just because I wrote a book five years ago, doesn't mean I’m a writer.” Mason argued before he scooped a bite of his omelet into his mouth.
“You’re a writer, and a really good one, Mason.” Avery replied. Mason’s eyes flicked off to the side as if he was remembering something.
“Ryan used to say that if I would just write something younger and sexier I might actually be a success.” Mason’s voice was low as he returned to his omelet. Avery felt his lips pull into a frown.
“He sounds like a prick. What does Ryan do?” Avery saw the corner of Mason’s lips tilt.
“He’s a writer. You might have heard of him. Ryan Bright?” His eyes met Avery’s and waited. Avery felt his mouth fall open for a minute in surprise before he frowned.
“The dick bag that writes all the chick flicks.” He busied himself with his omelet, afraid that Mason might see the hint of jealousy or possessiveness he was suddenly feeling.
“Yeah… I guess his reputation is rather tainted.” Mason chuckled as he took another bite. Avery nodded in agreement.
“Making an ass of himself on Oprah didn’t help.” Avery added. A large grin split Mason’s face.
“Maybe I’m a terrible person, but I DVR’d it and watched it over and over again. I can’t believe someone didn’t see that that would be a train wreck and stop him before he went on.” He was quiet for a moment before he looked over at Avery. “He wasn’t always that bad. Age and success kind of turned him into a monster. He was always a bit of a narcissist but most writers are, it takes a high level of confidence to keep putting your work out there and there’s a lot that can break you if you aren’t mentally
Mason laughed softly as he ate. Avery took a few more bites and watched as Mason took a scone, broke off a corner and slathered it with butter. Mason waited for Avery to finish chewing and swallow before he held it up for Avery to try. Avery opened his mouth and let Mason push the still steaming bite of scone past his lips. Avery closed his teeth playfully on Mason’s fingers for a moment before releasing them. Mason watched Avery expectantly and he began to chew. Sweet Jesus. Avery sank into his seat and his eyes rolled back into his head as the tender pastry dissolved in his mouth and the taste of butter, sugar and cherry melted on his tongue. He swallowed and opened his eyes. Mason’s grin was knowing as he offered the rest of the scone. Avery jumped from his seat and landed astride Mason’s lap. He took Mason’s face in his hands and lowered his head so he could devour Mason’s mouth hungrily, urgently. Mason moaned in approval as his arms closed around Avery. When Avery finally raised his head, Mason’s lips were swollen and his eyes were dazed and heavy.
“Can I keep you?” Avery asked as he let his thumb brush along Mason’s lower lip. Mason opened his mouth and sucked on Avery’s thumb for a moment before releasing it.
“I was hoping you would.” He said softly. Avery nodded before he lowered his head and kissed Mason’s lips briefly before he returned to his seat.
“If you make me fat, you’ll definitely be stuck with me.” He teased as he took another bite of the scone. “These are divine.” Avery murmured.
“I got the dried cherries from your apartment. I knew they were your favorite but I didn’t think you’d be that enthusiastic.” Mason said as he poured Avery a glass of juice.
“You’re pretty much perfect.” Avery sighed as he lifted his glass. “Is there anything you’re not good at?” He asked before he took a sip.
“Math. I’m lousy at anything with numbers.” Mason admitted and Avery shrugged.
“So we can add cooking, baking and brilliant writer the list of reasons why you should have been snatched up years ago.” Avery took another bite of his scone and sighed happily as he pondered the nature of fate.
“Just because I wrote a book five years ago, doesn't mean I’m a writer.” Mason argued before he scooped a bite of his omelet into his mouth.
“You’re a writer, and a really good one, Mason.” Avery replied. Mason’s eyes flicked off to the side as if he was remembering something.
“Ryan used to say that if I would just write something younger and sexier I might actually be a success.” Mason’s voice was low as he returned to his omelet. Avery felt his lips pull into a frown.
“He sounds like a prick. What does Ryan do?” Avery saw the corner of Mason’s lips tilt.
“He’s a writer. You might have heard of him. Ryan Bright?” His eyes met Avery’s and waited. Avery felt his mouth fall open for a minute in surprise before he frowned.
“The dick bag that writes all the chick flicks.” He busied himself with his omelet, afraid that Mason might see the hint of jealousy or possessiveness he was suddenly feeling.
“Yeah… I guess his reputation is rather tainted.” Mason chuckled as he took another bite. Avery nodded in agreement.
“Making an ass of himself on Oprah didn’t help.” Avery added. A large grin split Mason’s face.
“Maybe I’m a terrible person, but I DVR’d it and watched it over and over again. I can’t believe someone didn’t see that that would be a train wreck and stop him before he went on.” He was quiet for a moment before he looked over at Avery. “He wasn’t always that bad. Age and success kind of turned him into a monster. He was always a bit of a narcissist but most writers are, it takes a high level of confidence to keep putting your work out there and there’s a lot that can break you if you aren’t mentally
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