Delirium

.twenty one

Mason didn't know how it happened or what led up to the events but opening his eyes in the darkness of his room, illuminated only by the warm bathroom light across the hall, he felt a warm sensation between his legs that should've made him panic a little more than he actually did. Eyes traveling from the ceiling down to see what was causing it, a delayed reaction of shock had taken over Mason at the naked male who lay between his legs with soft lips wrapped around Mason moving up and down. Even when the shock did hit him, his body didn't act accordingly, not attempting push him away or anything. Instead Mason pushed himself up on his elbows and ran a hand through the soft locks of his hair.

"Cyan..." He said softly, the younger male only glancing up briefly at his name but continuing what he had been doing. The room was filled with the noises of the indecent act, a low groan passing between Mason lips at the feeling of Cyan's tongue rolling and pressing against him.

It was weird to see Cyan's face void of discontent. Void of any negative emotion really, instead filled with the concentration at what he was doing and his eyes that held glazed over lust within them. It was weird to see these emotions on the male and yet so satisfying to Mason. He wanted to push it further. In that moment, he wanted to see Cyan's face filled with pleasure. He wanted to hear his voice, not with the snarky tone that he normally had but with genuine ecstasy and want laced through it, begging with a broken resolve. Mason wanted to feel every inch of Cyan's skin against his own. He wanted to kiss his soft lips. He wanted to be inside of him.

"Mason," He heard Cyan call out, not realizing that he had pulled away with saliva dribbling down his chin and slightly damp hair sticking to his forehead. In this lighting, Cyan looked absolutely breathtaking and all Mason could do was sit there and admire the features that he had never bothered to notice before. Dark long eyelashes, freckles so light that they were almost nonexistent and a small beauty mark beneath Cyan's ear that Mason just wanted to press his lips against.

Cyan leaned forward, placing his hand against Mason's exposed chest and placed himself centimeters from the man's lips, their breaths intermingling together.

"I want you Mason."

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Mason's eyes snapped awake, his breath ragged and a painful hard-on that pressed against the sweats he had worn to bed. For a moment, he just stared at the wall across from him in disbelief, to stunned to even attempt to get up.

What the hell had that been?

Maybe it was all of the stress of this case and the close proximity that he was forced to be in with Cyan. That had to have been it because having wet dreams about not only an accomplice but a witness in a case as big as this one wasn't acceptable. Mason wasn't attached, it was too early to be attached to him from a couple days and yet he still had the dream?

Shaking his head and running a hand down his face, Mason looked over at the clock. It was still early in the morning, the clock blinking a bright green 3:11 through the dimness, but Mason was now wide awake with his body having no intentions of going back to sleep. Especially now that he had to fix the situation caused by the dream.

"Fuck," he groaned, climbing out of bed and heading towards the closed door that led out to the hallway. Unlike his dream, there was no light coming from the bathroom across, the darkness stretching out until the top of the stairs. Only then was there the faint glow of the TV that played some old 2000s show, the ending credits song giving noise in an otherwise quiet room. Suddenly, though, that noise had stopped, the light flickering into a different hue indicating that the channel had been turned. Confused, Mason headed to the top of the staircase and peered over the banister, his eyes focusing on a wide awake Cyan with a remote in his hand.