Be it unrequited fascination with his straight best friend or impossible fantasies of rekindled interest with his heartbreaking ex, Mason has no clue why the perfect connection seems to keep slipping through his fingers. When another lonely holiday seems like too much weight to shoulder, Mason gives up on romance and seeks out the next best thing -- rented company. Jack is everything a person could want in an escort: willing, hot, and built like an angel.<br><br>Mason can't resist. After all, who wouldn't be interested in a guy who loves kid's movies, is a self-professed Peter Pan, and has no problem throwing caution to the wind at a moment's notice. But then interest quickly blooms into a whole new emotion -- an emotion that Mason knows far too well, especially when Jack has no interest in returning it, preferring to keep his heart safely tucked away in Neverland.

Second Star to the Right

Jack looked up and grinned. “Are you still watching?”


“I need to s-sit,” Mason stuttered. “The bed?”


Jack slammed up against his back so hard that Mason’s exhale became a cough. He shoved a leg between Mason’s, crooking it at the knee. “Lean.”


He didn’t even question whether he should or not. He leaned back on Jack’s frame, his eyes glued to the mirror. Slowly, painfully slowly, Jack began to increase the pressure and speed of his grip.


It was oddly overwhelming to watch his own body react to pleasure. Especially standing. Muscles tightened up in pleasing ripples, intensity did surprising things to expression, and the fact that the look on Jack’s face was softening from smug control to lip-parted interest was awesome. He didn’t seem to mind when Mason started to grind against him; his cock felt blissfully hard against Mason’s ass while Mason moved both into Jack’s stroke and then back against Jack’s body.


Chapter 26