One Week <<10>>
It’s been one week since Mason found out his brother was the one following them, and he hasn’t said a word since. He still ate and did things, but was extremely withdrawn, and went day-to-day just, staring blankly at nothing. Trace’s family often tried to get him to speak, but he would never answer their questions. Trace himself, however, wouldn’t try to get him to say anything, just stood behind him with his arms across Mason’s waist, head on the boys shoulder. He would lovingly place kisses on the boys cheek, temple, neck, ear, or lips, each with a promise of ‘I love you’.
This morning, Trace woke before Mason, and, walking into the bathroom, was stopped by Billy Ray.
“Dad? What’s up?”
“Trace, we’re all very worried about the state Mason is in…”
“You think I’m not?”
“No, you’re just better than controlling it than the rest of us. So, I’m giving you and Mason the house for the next three days. You’re mother and I will be on the boat, while Miley will be at a friend’s place. Please, try to get Mason to speak…”
Trace looked at Billy Ray before closing the gap between them and hugged his dad. Billy Ray stood shocked for a minute before awkwardly patting his son on the back.
“I’ll try dad, I promise.”
“I know you will.”
They broke apart and Billy went back to his room, as did Trace. He climbed in next to Mason, who was just starting to stir.
“Morning love.”
Mason just lightly smiled up at the boy before resting his head on Trace’s chest. He sighed, Trace was used to this.
“Mace… for the next three day’s it’s just going to be you and me, alright?”
Mason just smiled against Trace’s shirt, nodding his head. Trace kissed his forehead and allowed Mason to slip into slumber again. Maybe two hours later Billy Ray poked his head in.
“Miley just left, and your mother and I are about to head out. Take care of him, alright?”
“I swear. Go have fun, and please, when you get back, no details?”
“As long as you promise the same.”
“I do!”
Billy Ray smiled before leaving the two teens alone. Trace turned his attention back to the slumbering boy in his arms, and kissed him softly. Mason mumbled something, but Trace couldn’t tell what he said.
“Mace?”
“yrtlemstlit”
“Baby, what?”
Mason just sighed and softly ran his fingertips up and down Trace’s arms. He felt, broken, almost. Betrayed. He and Mitchel were always the closest out of the Musso’s, and yet, there he was, in Mason’s and Trace’s room, taping them in their most intimate moment. Trace just pressed his lips to Mason’s temple and ran his finger’s through his hair.
“Love, I’m not even gonna try to pretend to know what you’re going through. So for the next three day’s it’s gonna be all about you, anything you want to need, I’ll make happen. I love you so fucking much…”
Mason just looked up at Trace. After all this time together, Mason was still having trouble believing Trace loved him. Mason slid one hand up Trace’s shirt before kissing his neck.
“Make me feel again…”
Trace just kissed the boy and slowly began peeling the clothes from his body. When they were both nude, Trace looked at Mason, in a silent question of ‘are you sure‘?
“Please…”
Mason could feel tears forming in his eyes, and he knew he needed to be fixed somehow. Trace gently place his lips over his lovers before slowly pushing into him. Mason gasped as the slow burn engulfed him. Screwing his eyes shut, he just concentrated on the feeling of being whole, loved. Trace started up a tender pace, wanting to give Mason everything he needed. Slowly trailing one hand down the boy’s marred chest, he stopped when he reached the curls of Mason’s pubic hairs. He rubbed his love’s inner thighs and kissed his neck.
“Please, baby, more…”
Trace thrust faster into his boyfriend, loving the soft moans that were falling from his lips. Trace wrapped one hand around Mason’s dick, slowly stroking him. He watched Mason’s head fall back onto the pillows and his mouth open, breathing deeply.
“Trace…”
Mason came over Trace’s hand and their chests. Trace slowly pulled out and looked at Mason, covered in cum. Slowly, he leaned over the boy and started rubbing himself, until he came with a light cry onto Mason’s already stained chest.
“Ugh… Trace…”
Mason ran a hand over his chest, mixing the cum together before bringing it to his mouth, sucking on his fingers. Trace eyed Mason hugely, and licked the remainder off the teen’s chest. He was about to push in for a second, rougher round, until his phone rang. He grabbed it and saw it was Anthony calling.
“A little busy! What do you want?”
“Is Mason there?”
“No, Ant, I’m busy by myself. Yes he’s here. What do you want?”
“Put him on, Trace. I need to tell him something…”
“And you can’t tell me?”
“No.”
Trace gave up and handed the phone to his love. Mason took it and held it to his ear.
“What, Ant… uh huh… yeah… mm hmm… why should I care about Blake? What? Mitchel? Whoa, Ant, slow down. Blake did what? That can’t be… no… dammit Ant, why would he?… Because he hates gays!… That doesn’t make sense!… he wouldn’t… I can’t believe you… would you?… Didn’t think so… bye.”
Mason hung up the phone and shut his eyes, taking a few shaky breaths. Trace leaned in and kissed the hollow of his throat before running a hand down his face.
“He was hired…”
“What?”
“Fucking Mitchel! Blake hired him to film us…”
“But that can’t be…”
“I know… now shut up and fuck me again.”
Trace normally would have pressed further, but as soon as those words left his lips, all coherent thought was pushed from his mind. After a few rounds of the rough sex they both love, Trace was next to Mason, both boys completely sated and worn out.
“Fuck if only we had the whip…”
“Babe, please don’t mention the whip. I don’t think I have the energy to fuck you for a ninth time.”
Mason smiled and nodded, not sure how they managed to go at it eight times, but it was what Mason wanted. He felt whole, loved, when he was with Trace, and that’s what he needed. He lay there for a minute, listening to the soft snores of his sleeping lover, wondering why he wasn’t out himself. Glancing to is left, he smiled at the sight of Trace. He looked so peaceful, serene at the moment. Mason was very glad for the three days they had ahead of them.
He still couldn’t sleep, but he didn’t have the energy to get up and do something. All he could do was lie there and listen to Trace. He let his eyes slip shut in an attempt at slumber.
Running. He didn’t know where he was going, but all he knew was that he wasn’t going fast enough. All he heard was laughter, didn’t know where he was. Heard someone call his name, a soothing voice. It brought him no comfort, just urged him forward, kept him running. He looked around, needing a place to escape, but all he saw were trees. His chest felt like it was on fire, his legs were about to give in, but he knew he couldn’t stop. Running. It seemed like the only thing he could do…
Mason sat up, gasping. He felt like he just took a bowling ball to his gut. That was the fourth time this week he had that nightmare. Immediately Trace was up, pulling the boy to his chest.
“Shh baby… it’s alright, I’ve got you.”
They stayed like that for an hour, until Mason was finally able to calm down. He never told Trace what was scaring him so badly, but that was only because he didn’t know himself. Mason buried his face into Trace’s bare chest, clinging to him as if it were his last strand of hope.
Trace held onto the teen, rubbing circles on his back, listening to him breathe lightly. He was worried sick, he didn’t know what made Mason tremble like that, and couldn’t believe Mason wouldn’t tell him. He stayed up while Mason slept, thinking about where the were in their life, what had lead them there. He shut his eyes and leaned against his love’s head, sighing a bit when he heard rustling.
“If you don’t destroy that tape and get out of my father’s house in the next two minutes I WILL shove my hand up your ass and tear out your heart. Do you understand, Mitchel?”
Trace looked over at the closet, as the door slowly opened and the younger Musso fell out. Mitchel broke the camera he was holding, and looked at the ground.
“I’m sorry, Trace, I am, but you don’t understand… Blake…”
“What I don’t understand is why the fuck you’re still here.”
“He threatened Miley…”
“What?”
“He knew about her and Hannah a long time before you did… but when he learned about you and Mason he snapped, and he’s confused. He doesn’t understand how a guy could love another, so, he hired me to film you two, to see what makes it so appealing. I didn’t want to… but he said he’d hurt Miley and expose her if I didn’t… tell Mason I’m sorry…”
He got up and sprinted from the room, broken camera still on the floor. Trace felt is heart beating like a jackhammer. Blake did hire Mitchel? And he threatened his sister?
Blake was going to die.
“Babe… ow… what’s wrong? Dude, let go!”
Trace loosened his grip on Mason, a soft ‘sorry’ falling from his lips. Mason looked up at Trace, wondering what had come over the boy.
“Baby? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…”
“You’re lying.”
“So?”
“So what happened?”
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
Mason sighed and gave up. He knew that he wouldn’t get a straight answer out of Trace right now. Trace just nuzzled his face into the top of his head, and both boys lay together, until the overwhelming need for actual food called them out of bed. Mason stood up and stretched, and looked back to the boy still on the bed, who took a sharp intake of air.
“Mason, are those scars new?”
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CHAPTER 10!
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