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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Former military man Mason Larue is into one-night stands and big, burly guys, so he is not happy to find himself attracted to a sweet, slim young man wearing eyeliner and dressed in a fairy costume. After a night spent with Avery, however, he begins to change his mind about what he wants. Can Mason get past fear and stereotypes in time to get what he never knew he wanted?
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: November 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [48 KB]
Words: 8301
Reading time: 23-33 min.

"I don't think this is such a good idea, man." Mason Larue eyed the costumed crowd in the club skeptically. "You know I'm not into this masquerade crap."

"Come on, Mase. Give it a chance. There are some real hotties here." Stan Allen, Mason's friend of thirteen years, indicated a sexy, well-built guy in a toga.

Mason snorted. "Real original."

Rolling his eyes, Stan grabbed Mason's arm and dragged him out of the doorway. "You're going to have fun, or I'm going to kick your ass. Get out there." He pushed Mason into the seething mass of bodies on the dance floor.

Before Mason could get his bearings enough to go after his fleeing friend, the wall of men closed around him. He was trapped. To his right, a guy dressed as Spock from Star Trek did some sort of spastic, flailing dance move. The pumped-up gladiator to his left gave him a blatant onceover and a leer, and then flexed his arms to show off. Mason liked muscular men, but the guy's creepy expression and blatant showboating were kind of a turnoff. He smiled and shook his head. The gladiator shrugged as if to say your loss and turned to ogle someone else.

The center of the dance floor was crowded, noisy, and hot as hell--but not in a good way. The tight confines and flashing lights made Mason's head pound. He pushed his way through the crowd, needing to get out of the crush. When he finally reached the edge of the dance floor, he leaned against the wall. Away from the crowd, the air was cooler. He could breathe easier, and he could also see the dancers a lot better.

Something sparkled in the bright, moving club lights, catching his attention. A few feet away, on the edge of the dance floor, a slim young man danced in smooth, sinuous movements. The young man was shirtless, with wispy, dragonfly-like wings on his back. The only clothing he wore was a long green loincloth and a pair of sandals. His dark, curly hair was tousled and dusted with glitter. A vine wreath rested among the curls. Was he supposed to be a woodland fairy or something?

As if sensing Mason's stare, the fairy turned around. His full lips turned up in a smile. To Mason's shock, the fairy walked toward him.

Up close, the guy was stunning. He was about five-foot-eight, at least six inches shorter than Mason, and he had one of those lovely, androgynous faces fit for a runway model. His big eyes were outlined with dark eyeliner, and his eyelids sparkled with a hint of makeup. He was not at all Mason's type. Mason went for men built more like himself: big, tall, muscular guys, not slim waifs who wore makeup.

Still, as the fairy came to a stop right in front of him, Mason felt an unexpected surge of desire. Something about the younger man's pretty eyes, which Mason could now see were green, or maybe his soft mouth made Mason want him. His cock stirred in his worn jeans.

"Hi." The young man brushed his unruly curls away from his face. "I'm Avery." Avery's voice was sweet and a little husky, a surprisingly sexy combination.

Although Mason told himself he should just walk away and find a guy that was more his speed, he found himself replying, "I'm Mason."

Avery's slender hand traced Mason's bicep through his tight t-shirt. "Nice costume, Mason."

Mason searched Avery's face for any signs of mockery. Stan had certainly laughed his ass off when they met up earlier. He'd said Mason's costume was too simple and made him look like one of the Village People. Mason knew it was lazy to wear work boots, worn jeans, a t-shirt, and a carpenter's tool belt, but he hadn't wanted to come to a stupid Halloween costume party anyway. It wouldn't be Halloween for another week, which made the party even dumber. He gave Avery a wry grin. "I guess it's not technically a costume. I'm really a carpenter."

Avery laughed, making his wings shiver. "And I'm a fairy. Truth in advertising."

Against his will, Mason laughed, too. He had to admit the man was clever. "So what brings you out tonight, Avery?"

"Other than the chance to wear these fabulous wings?" Avery grinned and peered up at Mason through his eyelashes. "Maybe I came to meet you."

On anyone else, the coy expression would have looked ridiculous, but on Avery it was alluring. Mason shook his head, unable to believe his own thoughts. Avery was one of the prettiest men he had ever seen, and as far from Mason's usual hook-up as was humanly possible without being a girl. What was he doing? He opened his mouth to give a polite brush-off, but what came out was, "You've met me. Now what?"

Those full, sexy lips curved up in a slow smile. "Now you carry me off into the sunset. Or your bedroom. Whatever."

Mason's cock surged to full, aching hardness at the thought of carrying Avery off somewhere and sinking into him. He shivered. "Fuck, Avery."

"That's the idea. Maybe I didn't make myself clear before?"

The teasing words made Mason laugh again. "I got it. I'm just surprised, I guess."

Avery ran his hand up Mason's chest, his voice going low and throaty. "Looking like this, you shouldn't be."

To his horror, Mason felt his face heating. He hadn't blushed in years, yet here he was getting all red-faced. To hide his reaction, he grabbed Avery's arm and yanked the smaller man to him, crushing their mouths together in a hard kiss.

Rather than pulling away, Avery twined his arms around Mason's neck and kissed him back. Their tongues tangled, and Mason got another surprise: Avery's tongue was pierced. The sensation of the metal barbell teasing the sensitive tissues of his mouth sent another frisson of desire through Mason.

Avery dragged his mouth away from Mason's, panting. "Want you."

"God, yes." Mason couldn't remember ever wanting anyone with quite this much intensity. Part of his brain wanted to freak out about that, but since most of his blood had been diverted to his dick, he couldn't really stress out about anything.

Where could they go? Home wasn't an option--he'd never make it. The bathroom seemed too dirty and tacky, although he might be desperate enough to settle.

About ten feet away, Mason spotted a small, dark recess under a staircase. The stairs were roped off, so he doubted anyone would be hanging around there. Well, other than himself and Avery. He reached up to catch one of Avery's hands, still wrapped around his neck, and made a beeline for the little alcove, tugging Avery along behind him.

"What--oh." Avery let out a quiet laugh as Mason pulled him under the stairs. "This is much better than a bathroom stall."

Mason didn't respond. Instead, he pulled Avery against him and kissed him again. Now that they were away from prying eyes, he let his hands roam over Avery's slim but hard chest and flat stomach. He teased Avery's nipples until the smaller man whimpered.

In return, Avery pushed Mason's t-shirt up and slid his hands underneath it, stroking his fingertips over whatever skin he could reach. He lingered over Mason's pecs before running his fingers along the thin trail of hair leading from Mason's navel to his cock.

Mason hissed as Avery slithered down his body until he knelt before him. Avery's nimble fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on his jeans without even taking off his tool belt. His dick sprang out the second Avery got his pants open, hard and throbbing for release.

Avery didn't try to tease or draw out the anticipation. His big green eyes locked on Mason's face, Avery swallowed Mason's cock to the root.

"God, Avery, don't stop." Mason forced the words out through lips gone numb from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Avery's mouth was hot, wet perfection. The way the tongue stud rubbed against the head of his cock nearly drove Mason insane. He wanted to hold back but he couldn't. He started thrusting into Avery's mouth, stifling a cry when Avery opened his throat and let Mason go deep.

Twining his hands into Avery's soft curls, Mason fucked Avery's mouth with long, smooth strokes. He couldn't get over the sight of his cock disappearing between Avery's pretty lips. The whole time, Avery's long-lashed eyes stared into his face, watching him. With the wings on Avery's back and the wreath on his head, it was like being sucked off by a debauched angel.

"Gonna," Mason mumbled, the one working brain cell he had reminding him to give fair warning.

Avery didn't pull off. If anything, he sucked harder. Mason wanted to prolong the pleasure but he couldn't hold back anymore. Heat poured through him as he came down Avery's throat. Avery took every drop and licked him clean before getting to his feet.

"God, that was hot." Mason reeled Avery in for another kiss, tasting himself on Avery's tongue.

Avery whimpered and ground against him, obviously needing relief. Mason shoved the loincloth aside and found the tiniest, and sexiest, jockstrap he'd ever seen. He groaned and palmed Avery's dick through the thin material.

"Please, touch me."

Unable to resist the plea, Mason pushed the jockstrap aside and fished out Avery's cock, which was stiff and longer than he'd expected. He took Avery's mouth in another hard kiss while he stroked Avery's dick with quick, rough movements. Avery thrust into his hand only a few times before he arched, his erection pulsing as he came. Jets of hot semen gushed over Mason's hand and onto the floor.

Avery collapsed against him, breaking the kiss. For a long moment they stood in the shadows, both breathing hard. Sated lassitude and renewed desire fought for dominance in Mason's mind. Then Avery caught Mason's sticky hand and licked his own come off it with slow, measured swipes of his tongue, his eyes once again locked on Mason's. The desire won out.

Releasing one of Mason's fingers from the hot cavern of his mouth, Avery whispered, "Come home with me?"

Mason nodded.

"Good. Come on." Avery took Mason's hand and led him from the alcove.