When Jamie wakes up the next morning he's feeling warmer than usual and it takes a few seconds for him to realize that it's because of the body that's pressed against the entire length of his.

Mason's arms were around his torso keeping the blond tucked into his chest; one around his waist and the other under an arm, holding onto the opposite shoulder. Jamie could feel Mason's head resting on the back of his own head, breath brushing against his neck.

It sounded like Mason was still asleep, but Jamie was awake now and he knew that he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, so, carefully as to not wake the other, he grabbed his phone from beside his bed to check the time.

There was an unread text from his mom that said; Good morning, sweetie. Congradulations on graduating yesterday! The girls are at daycare and Frank and I are at work, so you have the house to yourselves today. Make sure you and Mason clean up, okay? ;) Love you

Oh god, his mom used a winky face. He felt his face flush.

It wasn't until a few minutes after he put his phone down that he realized that he didn't even check the time. Whatever, they had the whole day.

Jamie tried to not let that information get to him, but it was too late. His stomach fluttered at the possibilities that could occur with him, Mason and an empty house for hours. The possibilities seemed endless.

He was brought out of his daydreaming when he felt Mason shifting behind him and then a series of kisses starting at the nape of his neck that moved towards his shoulders.

"G'morn'n," Mason mumbled out.

Jamie felt himself smile. His boyfriend was so adorable. Then he grinned even wider as he thought of Mason as his boyfriend. "Good morning, sleepy head." He laced their fingers together over his stomach as Mason turned his head to rest his cheek on Jamie's shoulderblade.

"I love your freckles so much." He kissed Jamie's shoulder again. "Did I ever tell you that?"

Jamie's face flushed. Mason rolled him so that he was on his back and Mason was propped up on his chest.

"I love your hair and how soft and ruffled it always is-"

"Because you're always touching it, even after I've styled it, thank you very much!"

"-Because I love it. And I love your pretty blue eyes-"

"Pretty?"

"- and your adorable smile that lights up the room and is so infectious to everyone in a mile radius-"

"That's literally impossible."

"- and your skin is so unbelievably soft, but I love your freckles cause they're just so pretty and cute. They're likes stars all over your body, which is very fitting because you're my whole universe."

Jamie swooned. If he were standing, he surely would have fallen over. He didn't know what to say to that. He stared into Mason's eyes and he felt so full of Mason's affections and love and he felt like he was going to burst. "Mace," he finally whispered out, feeling tears welling up in his eyes again.

Mason smiled softly and leaned up to press his lips to Jamie's. "I love you."

"I love you," he choked out, still feeling overwhelmed by Mason's smooth and sensational flirting.

Mason began kissing his way down his chest, and Jamie felt his breath escaping him.

"So many freckles," he said, sounding in awe of the number of little dots littering Jamie's skin. "How do you even have so many? Every time we're in the sun, you're reluctant to take off your shirt because you'll burn."

Jamie shrugged as Mason climbed onto all fours with a hand and knee on each side of Jamie's body so he could continue making his way down his chest, hovering over him in a way that demanded all of Jamie's attention.

He kissed and licked and bit at Jamie's skin until he was tingling and shaking all over, his body tense and begging for more. Jamie's hands ran up and down Mason's arms, tangling in his hair as Jamie was left scrambling for any kind of purchase to ground him. He felt lightheaded and dizzy as he lay there panting and gasping for air.

Eventually, Mason stopped at the top of Jamie's boxers, the tent showing off just how excited he was at being the sole focus of Mason's careful attention. Mason's eyes raking over Jamie as he lay there sprawled out, looking entirely too pleased with himself for making Jamie into the mess he was. "Can I?" He asked, sounding kind of smug.

It took a few moments for the words to process through his foggy mind, but Jamie quickly understood what he was asking. The expression on Mason's face turned him on even more, so he rolled his hips to try and convey what he was wanting. Mason's large hands gripped tightly onto Jamie's hips, on his bare skin above his boxers pressing him to the bed.

"Oh, fuck, Jaims," he breathed out. Seeing him this way was clearly affecting Mason in a way that sent a wave of please through Jamie.

Jamie's instinctively tried to buck up when he swore but found he was unable due to his boyfriend's grip, tight and pressing his hips flush to the mattress. Jamie couldn't move his hips and he wondered if the grip will leave bruises. He secretly hoped he does (he wants evidence that this isn't a beautiful dream and is their dreamy reality) and let out a high whine.

Mason leaned down and bit at Jamie's hipbone, making the blond let out a high squeak. Mason's head snaps up to look at Jamie whose face flushed even further at the noise that escaped him and they stared at each other wide-eyed.

That seemed to be the turning point for Mason because he roughly grabbed onto Jamie's waistband, pausing only to ask "Can I-?" again and then pulling them down when Jamie gasped out a 'please'.

Jamie's cock sprung free from its confinements and Mason stared at it for a second before wrapping a hand around the base and nuzzling into it. "You're gorgeous."

"Oh, some proper gentleman you are. You're just saying that cause my pants are at my knees. I'm starting to feel like you like my cock more than me," Jamie teased.

"No, no no," Mason shook his head, wide-eyed. "I swear I didn't mean-" He got cut off when Jamie laughed.

"I'm only teasing, man."

Mason rolled his eyes. "You're such a dork. I can't believe I'm in love with you."

Jamie had always thought that the phrases 'I love you' and 'I'm in love with you' were two different phrases. One meant that your heart made a connection to someone and the other mean that your heart was invested in someone. Hearing Mason say that he was in love with Jamie sent a thrill through him, and he let out a high whine in pleasure.

The noise seemed to get Mason back on the task on hand - quite literally - because he stroked his fist up to the tip and then back down again. Feeling someone else touching his dick sent his mind reeling at the feeling, leaving him wanting more.

"Please," he gasped out.

"Please what?" Mason asked innocently as he stopped the movement entirely and Jamie let out a noise of protest. "Use your words, baby."

"More, please."

"More of what? More of this?" Mason pretended to not know what exactly Jamie was asking. Jamie knew he knew what he wanted because he stroked his fist up and then stopped again. Jamie bucked his hips again, desperate for anything, but Mason spread out one large hand on his pelvis and pressed it back down to the mattress. Jamie tried to move but found he couldn't and his cock twitched again at the thought that Mason could hold him down with one hand. "Ah, ah. Bad boy. Use your words to ask for what you want."

"Please, Mason, please," Jamie begged, not caring how pathetic and desperate and horny he sounded. "I want more, please? Faster, Mace, please," and thank god Mason finally gave in, taking pity on the mess of a boy laying under him.

Jamie gasped out in delight as Mason started moving again, adding a twist to his stroking.

He nearly lost his mind when Mason leaned down and gave a little lick to the slit on the head of his cock, giving a shout and grabbing the sheets in tight fists. He had just managed to relax after Mason gave a few more kitten licks when Mason wrapped his lips around the head. Jamie moaned loudly that quickly turned into a high squeak when slid down the length to envelop him entirely.

Jamie's world had focused down until it was only him and Mason and the wonderful feelings that Mason sent through him with every movement. Jamie tried to take deep breaths to compose himself but then Mason deepthroated him without gagging and then sucked hard and Jamie doesn't even know what noise he makes. It's something between a squeak, whine, whimper, and a shout and his back arched off the bed as he was pulled over the edge. He hadn't even been aware that he was that close to cumming just yet.

Jamie was floating in a blissful high for a few minutes and when he came down enough to be aware of his surrounding, he noticed that Mason was laying on his side beside him again, his head propped up on a hand.

"Holy shit," Jamie whispered, still out of breath. Then he realized that he didn't do anything for Mason yet. "Wait, let me-" he started to reach down when he saw the dark wet spot on Mason's boxers, just over his bulge.

"Um, I think that's already covered," Mason said, also looking down. "I didn't need much of a hand with that. I should probably get these off, though," he said before stripping off his boxers so he was as naked as Jamie was, and laid back down. "I had no idea you were such a sub, though I guess it kinda makes sense."

Jamie stared at Mason's dick in a daze at finally seeing it (No, he definitely did not daydream about what it would be like to see it and touch it and taste it even though he totally thought about it all the time lately) and it took a few seconds for him to understand what Mason meant.

Ignoring the second part about being a sub, Jamie said; "Wait, really? Did you come untouched? That's, that's so hot."

"Yeah, well, you were so delicious spread out and begging like that! And the noises, my god, how could I not cum from that?"

Jamie grinned at the effect he had on Mason. "I'll pay you back after breakfast as a thank you."

"After," Mason repeated before realizing something. "Oh, shit! Your parents-"

"-are out. So are the girls. We've got the whole house to ourselves for the day," Jamie informed his boyfriend in a suggestive tone.

Mason grinned seductively, cluing in on what Jamie was implying. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Mason rolled his hips into Jamie's as his breath caught in his throat.

"Oh, you know that's exactly what I was planning." Jamie knew that his grin was just as sly as the one that Mason was giving him.

Mason crawled over him again, his face hovering over Jamie's. "I'll probably need to borrow a pair of boxers when someone gets back."

Jamie was about to point out the fact that they could just wash them during the day when Mason wouldn't be using them, but then he thought of Mason wearing a pair of his boxers and decided not to say anything.

"And I guess you have a thing for light BDSM?" When Jamie rolled his eyes, he continued. "Those moans you let out when I grabbed your hips and held you down like this?" He gripped Jamie's hips again and Jamie's cock twitched in interest that Mason definitely saw. "You love it when I do that, don't you?" It wasn't a question, though.

"Just shut up and kiss me," Jamie demanded and Mason did, and it was wonderful.