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Get to the loft.
The text from Lydia didn’t give any details, but that just meant that things were bad. When things were good, her texts were long and informative. This was very much not that, so he was dreading what it could be, what he would find. Mason rushed to the loft, worried someone died when he saw the streaks of blood on the way up.
“Who’s blood was that?” Mason yelled as he ran into the loft, looking around to find the source of the mess.
“Relax,” Lydia soothed. "He’s alive. He’s almost done healing.”
"Who?” Mason bit out.
“Brett,” Lydia started.
Mason bolted off before she could continue, looking for his boyfriend. Not caring about anything other than finding his idiot boyfriend and assuring himself that he was indeed alive. He found Brett sitting in the tub, blood smeared everywhere on his bare chest and the surrounding area.
“Hey Mason.” Brett grinned up at him, like he didn’t look like a horror movie extra at the moment.
“Don’t you hey me! You’re in so much trouble right now!”
Brett laughed. “Why am I in trouble?”
“All the supernaturals were supposed to be hiding!” Mason motioned wildly. “You got hurt! You almost died! Do I need to continue?”
“I —” Brett started.
Mason cut him off. “Actually, yes, I’m going to continue. Do you even realize how much blood you lost? Even werewolves can bleed out you reckless, moronic, obnoxious man!” Mason rubbed his hand over his cropped hair. “I thought you died. Because that’s what is happening! Supernaturals are dying because of Monroe!”
“Are you done?” Brett asked with a smile.
“No!” Mason huffed and glared. “You could have died. I’m still mad!”
“But you still love me.” Brett sat up in the tub and reached out.
Mason crossed his arms. “Well I did but I don’t love idiots, so I’m thinking about it.”
“Hey!” Brett pouted.
“Fine. Yes. I still love you.”
“Good. I love you, too.” Brett smiled.
Mason smiled, despite the situation.
“I wasn’t being reckless. I was getting my mail when someone tased me and dragged me to the school. Monroe got in a really big hit.” Brett traced along his torso where the cut was. “I was barely able to get away, and I’ve been here healing all day. Lydia found me an hour or so ago, the slice was still open.”
“Jesus.” Mason looked at Brett’s chest and blushed.
“It’s fine though. I’m fine now. Look.”
“Oh, yeah.” Mason pressed a hand on the healed skin.
Brett flexed.
“Jesus.” Mason groaned. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” Brett flexed again, “don’t show my boyfriend my muscles? But you really seem to like it.”
“You’re barely recovered.” Mason whispered.
Brett kneeled in the tub, getting into Mason’s space, reaching out to cup his jaw. “I’m recovered enough, Mason. Come on, just one kiss.”
Mason leaned forward and connected their lips for a sweet, soft kiss. “I’m still mad at you.”
“I know.” Brett grinned against Mason’s lips. He reached up and kept Mason close, pulling him in for another kiss, and starting to kiss down Mason’s neck.
“Brett,” he warned. “You need to recover. And you’re still covered in blood.”
Brett looked down with a grimace. “Yeah, a shower is definitely needed.” He grinned and leaned closer to whisper in Mason’s ear. “But to be safe, you should watch and make sure I don’t get hurt.”
Mason groaned. “Brett…”
“Just make sure I don’t hurt myself.” Brett stood up and tugged at his sweatpants. “Don’t want me passing out in the shower, now do you?” He pulled them down slightly, teasing Mason with the exposed skin.
“Don’t…”
Brett grinned. “You gonna stop me, Mason?”
Mason stood up and leaned against the sink, arms crossed.. “You do need to shower. You’re so gross right now.”
Brett pulled down his sweatpants, exposing himself with a smile. “As you wish, Mason.”
Mason groaned and palmed himself through his pants. “You’re the worst.”
“I know.” Brett grinned and turned on the water and then closed the curtain. “I really was trying to be careful, you know.”
Mason moved so he could watch Brett through the crack in the curtain. “I believe you.”
“You could join me,” Brett hummed as he cleaned off. “please.”
Mason shook his head. “After.”
Brett whined and quickly finished the shower. “Tease.”
“Well excuse me for not wanting to get sexy in a tub still covered in your blood.”
Brett dried himself off, “fair enough.” He grabbed Mason and walked towards the spare room.
“Careful! Lydia might see!”
Brett laughed. “No, she left a while ago. We’re alone.”
Mason nodded.
“Come on.” Brett kissed Mason and tugged on his shirt, “let me see you.”
“Needy,” Mason grinned against Brett’s lips.
“Yeah, please,” Brett kissed him again, hungry and desperate.
Mason stripped his shirt off, hands finding Brett’s hips after. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“Love you too,” Brett nodded, fumbling with Mason’s pants. “So much.”
Mason gripped him tight and kissed along his jaw. “I’m here, Brett. We’re safe.”
Brett kissed back, trembling as he dropped Mason’s pants to the floor.
Mason pushed Brett backwards, stepping out of his jeans as he pressed Brett onto the bed, crawling over him. Mason kissed Brett’s hip, one knee on the bed as he loomed over Bret.
“Mason.” Brett groaned, impatient. He tried to urge Mason on, tugging at his shoulders.
Mason slowly worked his Iips up Brett’s body, slowing down when Brett tugged. Then he finally kissed Brett’s lips again with a grin. “Yeah, babe?”
“You’re evil.”
“Nah, not anymore,” he nipped Brett’s lower lip and laughed, “that was a temporary thing.”
Brett went to respond but Mason cut him off with another kiss, rocking their hips together. He groaned loudly and bucked up against Mason.
Mason kissed and nipped along Brett’s neck as he rocked down onto Brett. Every time Brett tried to talk, Mason cut him off with another kiss, not wanting to spoil the mood with a reminder of the reason they were in the loft.
Brett ran his hands over Mason’s body, letting Mason control everything. He laid back and enjoyed the feeling of his boyfriend grinding against him. His orgasm was building quickly and he tried to warn Mason, but Mason just kissed him roughly.
“No talking. no more talking.” Mason grit out, his motions growing shaky.
Brett let out a long moan as he came between them.
The sight of his boyfriend coming tipped Mason over the edge. He bent down and kissed Brett. “I love you so much, you reckless fool.”