Angel Boy
“Mr. Mason,” he whispered. “I’m never gunna be able to eat my dinner if you don’t stop doing that,” Alex whined unconvincingly. “But you don’t want me to stop,” the older man replied calmly. “Not really. You’re just trying to sound like you have a little bit of self-control, but I think we both know better, don’t we?” They were sitting side by side in a booth while the tablecloth concealed Mason’s hand sliding long, patient strokes along Alex’s thigh. The man was pleased his fiancé’s fifteen...