Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

the wind, Mason’s voice curled around John’s ears like dark purple velvet. John’s favorite color, a purple so dark it was almost black. The same color as the collared shirt he’d worn to the party. It was bad enough for the sound to have color, but to feel it? That purple voice slid against his skin.
    “You up for fucking?”

    “I—uh—”
    “Oh, man.” Mason moved closer, and that just made the color more intense as he whispered into John’s ear. “First time? That’s kinda hot.”
    Mason’s hand landed on John’s dick. Maybe he was just being nice, trying to make sure John was really interested, but John thought the fact that he was here answered that already. And they might be in Albany, New York and not Waco, Texas, but John didn’t want to stand out here as a target for anyone who decided that tonight was the night to get rid of some queers.
    “C’mon.” Mason tugged him down a driveway made up of two uneven strips of sidewalk that ran parallel to one of the houses on the street. They climbed up the back porch steps, and Mason let them into a dark kitchen. As he opened the fridge, the light showed a sink full of dishes and a table full of books and papers and a laptop.
    “Want another beer?” Mason asked over his shoulder.
John’s throat was dry, but beer had too much vitamin pee in it, and he didn’t want to screw this up by having to work on getting his dick to switch functions halfway through.
“No thanks.”
Mason uncapped a bottle for himself and drained half of it. Moving more swiftly than he should have been able to, he rolled the icy lip of the bottle across John’s lower lip.
“You’re fucking hot, but you look scared. You okay with this?”
John wasn’t scared, just startled. And he was more than okay with it. It wasn’t as if he were saving his virginity for a special occasion. When he found someone, he’d kind of like to know what he was doing. At the rate Mason was drinking, if John did something stupid, Mason either wouldn’t know or wouldn’t remember. Good enough for tryouts.
“I’m fine.”
Mason tipped the bottle, and John let some of the beer slide down his throat. With a small smile, Mason moved the bottle down over John’s lips to his chin to his throat, until it rested in the notch of his collarbone. John shuddered.
“This is gonna be fun.” Mason finished the bottle and added it to the dishes on the counter, and then tugged John close for another kiss. Definitely beery this time, but still good, setting his heart pounding, blood reheating all the spots that Mason had chilled with the bottle.
“C’mon,” Mason said again, though John had hardly been the one to hold anything up. He left his cane at the foot of the stairs and followed Mason to a room with piles of clothes on the floor and a tangle of sheets on the bed—which was just a mattress on the floor.
Mason flopped on the mattress and unbuttoned his jeans. “Get naked. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got.”
Mason had his jeans around his ankles and was kicking them away as John peeled off his shirt.
“Oh shit. Never mind. Slow down.” Mason reached up and pulled John onto the bed, running first his hand and then his mouth over John’s chest. He jumped when Mason’s tongue flicked hard over a nipple.
“All right. Let’s get your pants off before anything else happens.” Mason’s fingers had trouble with the rivet, so John arched his hips and shimmied out of the pants himself.
Mason did much better lifting the elastic of John’s jockstrap. “Mmmm. This is why your ass felt so good even through those pants.” Mason dragged the elastic down over John’s knees and tossed it away.
John was wondering if he was supposed to say something too. Mason was still in his T-shirt and shorts, so John couldn’t see much besides his legs. He was glad Mason had left the lights off. It was easier, and John’s head exploded less when it wasn’t too bright. He was thinking he’d need to wear sunglasses to class, even if everyone called him Stevie Wonder.
Apparently, Mason didn’t need any conversational skills from his bed partners since he pushed John onto his back and started flicking at his nipples with tongue and fingers.
“God, what I’m going to do to your ass.”
It was fine. Because John could just let that voice float all around him, wrap him in that warm purple velvet while every stroke of Mason’s tongue made John’s dick pulse and twitch.
“Gonna eat you. Loosen you up with