Debt and Ownership

Chapter Content Disclaimer: HJ


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For the past four hours Jake tried to find something to entertain him more than counting the tiles on the ceiling or avoiding Mason. The later of which proved impossible given he was now on body guard duty. Stuck following Mason around, he cringed to think of how much Mason delighted in making him uncomfortable. The fact that Jake could no longer look him in the eye without blushing seemed to make the game all the more amusing.

Jake wanted nothing more than to get the fuck away from him. It was unavoidable. Mason even made it a point to keep Jake in the inner office as opposed to standing outside the door with Obi and Leo. The silence was unbearably noticeable with the ticking of the clock reminding him of every second that passed and the occasional flap of a turned page made the moments stretch out even longer.

“Stop shuffling around.”

Jake froze, not even realizing he had been shifting from left to right until Mason pointed it out.

“Enough with the sound effects.”

Jake shot Mason a lost look. He had no fucking clue what Mason was griping about now.

“The sighs and the clicking.” Mason answered the unspoken question. “I’m trying to concentrate.” Mason hadn’t even looked up from his stack of work.

Jake stilled completely. He wasn’t even sure why the hell he was there to begin with.

“Go tell Obi to have my lunch brought in.”

Jake nodded and gladly escaped the small room. “Mason wants his lunch brought in now.”

“It’ll be up in a few.”

Jake turned miserably and sighed before taking a step toward the door. Obi stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Best to wait until its here so you can take it in. The boss is short today.” As if that explained everything, including why Obi was helping him, Obi turned back to the open room. The secretary sat clacking away at her computer while the enforcers stood like statues. A young man came into the waiting room with a small tray which was quickly passed off to Jake who re-entered the office.

Mason now sat at the small sofa near the table at the other end of the office. Jake set the tray down on the table and mentally crossed his fingers as he moved to the door.

“Where are you going? Sit.”

Jake swallowed nervously and sat in the chair adjacently angle from the sofa. His heart skipped up a few paces inexplicably.

Mason took the cover off the tray and took a few bites of salad before sitting back in his chair. “Eat.”

Jake turned with a surprised look evident on his face. True, Jake was hungry but that had never occurred to Mason before. His mouth opened to question when he saw the look on Mason’s face. His jaw clicked shut. Jake grabbed the plate and stabbed at some lettuce before bringing it hesitantly to his lips. He needn’t fear poison, he’d already seen Mason eat it, but that didn’t mean that Mason wasn’t planning something dubious, which was usually the case.

“What are you so jumpy about lately?”

Jake nearly choked on the salad in his mouth. He swallowed and shook his head. “I’m not jumpy.”

“You look nervous.” Mason watched in amusement as the look on the younger man’s face shifted from curiosity to alarm.

Jake shrugged.

Mason kept his eyes planted firmly on Jake as Jake took an unprecedented interest in the salad, looking everywhere but at Mason. “Look at me.”

Jake swallowed the small bite in his mouth that seemed to grow in size as it worked its way to his stomach. He slowly brought his gaze up to meet Mason’s.

“Do you have something to hide from me.” Mason studied Jake’s face and reveled in the embarrassment that passed over his eyes.

“No.”

“Come over here.” Mason motioned to the seat next to him.

Jake stood slowly and moved robotically to the sofa. His fists clenched tightly in his lap as he stared stiffly forward, avoiding looking at Mason to his right.

“Is it that you’re missing something?”

Jake jerked left as Mason curled around him. Mason’s grip on his shoulder kept him from escaping the other man.

“Perhaps some personal attention is due.”

Jake shut his eyes against Mason’s low tone in his ear. Against his will he felt familiar arousal begin to uncurl within him and stretch out like a great cat awaiting petting.

“I must have misread your signals.”

Jake could hear Mason’s smile as he was pulled unceremoniously into the larger man’s lap.

“Do you need help with this?”

Jake was beat red as he felt the other man cup him through his pants. He was hard but his erection jumped in Mason’s palm as he groped Jake.

“No!” Jake managed to squeak out. His voice was low and breathy as he struggled to leave Mason’s lap.

Mason ignored his pleas, bringing Jake’s zipper down with deft fingers before delving inside and pulling Jake’s erection into the cold air of the office.

Jake’s back arched and a gasp was wrenched from his throat as his hard member was pulled into the freezing air by a burning hand. “Stop!”

“Be careful what you ask for Jake. Especially when I quite literally have you balls in my hand.”

Jake squirmed strangely turned on by the threat in a way that he couldn’t have predicted. He only succeeded in pushing his cock through the ring of Mason’s fingers.

“Tell me you like this.”

“I don’t”

“Then why are you hard?”

“Because you’re giving me a hand job. Bodily reflex. That’s all.”

“Always with that smart mouth. You’re lucky, I know what it feels like around my dick.”

Jake shuddered. “Sh-shhhut uuuup.”

“Or maybe that’s what your hoping for.” Mason’s hand sped up, “Trying to piss me off so I’ll order you on your knees again.”

“NO… ahhh… I don’t…. stoooop!”

“You don’t what?”

“Nnh! I don’t… want this.” Jake’s voice came through gritted teeth. Jake ground his jaw trying to prevent himself from uttering any more of those embarrassing moans that he couldn’t seem to stop.

“You really shouldn’t lie to me, Jake.” Mason continued to roughly snap his wrist, his over hand delving behind Jake’s balls to find his entrance. “Especially when your body is begging to be fucked.”

“Ahhh! Nng! Stop! Hhhhn!” Jke was desparately struggling as fingers plunged into him and curled to find a place inside him that had his body ignoring his brain and thrusting back onto them against his will.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.”

Shame washed through him as he realized Mason was right. Mason’s hands were still. It was Jake who was thrusting into Mason’s hands. It was Jake who was shoving those fingers deeper into himself. Something heavy was building up in his stomach, weighing him down as Mason pressed his lips against Jake’s blushing cheek.

“There’s a good boy. Fuck my hand. Shhh.” Jake’s body obeyed and he felt himself fall calmly into a rhythm. Another finger joined the first two inside him. “There you go. That’s better isn’t it?”

“nnh! God… yes…. Please.” At this point Jake wasn’t even sure what he was asking for. He bit his knuckle painfully, not
trusting himself to speak.

“Just a little more Jake Come on.”

Jake felt tears running down his face and wasn’t sure why. His entire body was trembling as he worked himself mechanically toward blissful orgasm.

“Shhh… Its okay. Here, let me help.”

Something in the tender way that Mason spoke shook that weight inside him. Mason’s hands were pumping him again: filling him from behind at the same time that they sought to empty him. He was suddenly at his peak and then dangerously careening over it. That weight burst inside his chest and he gave into the orgasm. He was shouting one final groan as he felt himself being milked dry b Mason’s hands.

“That wasn’t bad, was it?” Mason’s lips were catching the tears that were rolling down his red face. “Good-boy. You
pleased me.” Mason was petting his sweat-sheened skin and whispering into his ear as his body slowly recovered.

Jake looked up at mason from his place in Mason’s lap.

There was something oddly sensual in the way that Jake looked up at him. It made something in his chest pull tight.

Stunned was the only word to describe what Jake felt as Mason slanted his mouth over Jake’s and explored the parted lips that gave way to his own. Jake tasted faintly of the raspberry vinaigrette from the salad. Mason had to remind himself not to laugh as he pulled away from Jake and saw the shocked expression on the younger man’s face. “Stay.” He pushed Jake back down onto the sofa and took the tray back to his desk where he promptly returned to work. Careful to only allow himself occasional glances in Jakes direction, Mason watched peripherally as the other man righted himself. He mask a laugh with a cough as Jake gave a sour look into his pants before using a napkin to mop up his relief.

While he succeeded in making the afternoon bearable, Mason inadvertently also crippled his ability to work. Too often he scolded himself for glancing at the boy and loosing whatever train of thought he was currently on. He reread the same page five times before he was able to get through the entirety and still understand it. The pile on his desk seemed unbearably large now. Mason dreaded the stack that would have to come home with him that evening if he wanted to get any of the work done in a reasonable amount of time. It was unavoidable though at this point.

. . .

Jake burned red again as Mason and he left the office trailed by the two other bodyguards. It had only occurred to Jake later that Obi and Leon must have heard his climax. He couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes with any level of confidence. What the hell was wrong with him? He was straight. A little voice spoke up and contradicted that straight men didn’t suck cock and get hard. Straight men didn’t come from another man sticking his fingers up his ass. Straight men didn’t screw around with their male bosses not once, but twice. He found that he was quickly sliding down a slope that ended with him being found gay. It didn’t help any that Mason had informed him that he would now be sleeping in Mason’s room at night. Jake had been looking forward to a few hours when he could avoid thinking of Mason and the inevitable fall he was making, he now dreaded the thought that Mason seemed to be keeping him close, too close for Jake’s head to catch up with the actions and changes of the day. Was that Mason’s plan? Did Mason want him to fall down that slope and into Mason’s lap? He told himself that it wasn’t possible that the other man actually gave a shit about any of this. He was fucking with Jake: playing another game that Jake couldn’t win for his own sick amusement. That little voice was arguing with him again. It was saying that the tender words and caresses that afternoon in the office had not been a joke but the genuine article. Was that even possible? No of course not. There was no chance that Jake wasn’t being led on. There was no chance that Mason wasn’t playing a game that he thought he could win. Mason would play around for a while until he was bored of Jake and then he would be back here he started. In the hole and stuck with a man that he hated more than anything.

That night when mason went to bed and his soft heavy breaths were heard, Jake refused to join him in sleep. Or more accurately Jake couldn’t join him in sleep. He found himself staring at the ceiling and replaying the events of the other night and that afternoon searching for any evidence of what Mason wanted from him. There had to be something to expose Mason’s true motivation. It was going to be one hell of a night alright.