“I just wanted someone to hold me, love me,
let me feel safe. But Kurt couldn’t, wouldn’t.”
“Oh, Parker,” to himself, Mason added, My
beautiful, hurting Parker.
“Sorry.”
“Hey, stop that. I’m here now. I’m your
boyfriend. Any time you want a cuddle, you come to me.” Mason’s
voice rose in volume. “Any time you want someone to love you, you
find me. Because, Parker, you fucking beautiful person, if anything
bad was to happen to you I’d…Well I’d kick their asses good and
proper, and then kick yours for you letting them hurt you.”
Parker laughed. “You say the cutest
things.”
“Bleck!” Mason said, but at least he’d put a
smile on his boyfriend’s face.
Mason watched over Parker as his eye-lids
slowly closed and his breathing evened out, all the while wondering
how the hell such a powerful, outwardly confident muscle stud could
be so vulnerable. Mason offered up a prayer that he would be strong
enough to meet Parker’s needs. He knew he had no choice. For better