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Mason

Gage slaps my chest "duude are you even d dru drunk?" I shake my head "nah not tonight"

He groans "whyyyy not?! We won the ga game it's time to celebrate with a bottle of vodka!" I shake my head "I'm not feeling it" he scoffs "your no fun I'm going to go find someone else who won't kill my buzz"

I roll my eyes but let him go. I know I'm not being fun, I don't even want to be here.

To be honest I'm pissed. I had managed to avoid Will for 2 days and despite the fact that I've been miserable and can't sleep I was doing good, but then I get to third period and find fucking Tony sitting behind Will and I was hit by a truckload of guilt.

Has Tony been bothering Will the entire time I've been avoiding him? I grumble not wanting to think about it again.

Not to mention Will showing up in the locker room asking for Gage's jersey. When Gage mentioned he'd be cold without it my eyes had immediately landed on my varsity jacket and my hands itched to offer it to him, but I didn't.

I felt like shit when Will wished us luck. Even after I avoided him like the plague (which I know he noticed) he wished me luck. I was stuck between feeling like the luckiest guy on the team and the biggest asshole on the planet.

Asshole won, but only because while I was still on my "Will wished me luck high" I spotted him in the stands and although normally I'd think that to be a good thing; opportunity for me to watch him and go unnoticed, it was not.

The guy next to him pissed me off. I didn't recognize him, but he was close to Will and at one point I looked up and Will was wearing his sweater. The same sweater he's wearing now while stumbling around the party.

I narrow my eyes why is he even drunk? Will never gets drunk, he never even comes to these parties. I should know considering the last time I was the one stumbling into his room.

I move into the living room following behind him. He stumbles up to Jenna who an hour ago was equally wasted, but has since switched to water.

He grins nearly spilling whatever's in his cup on her. She chuckles "you are sooooo wasted Will Jackson" he laughs "no no I'm...uh I'm not"

I feel my lip quirk up at how hard he has to try to say it. Jenna smiles "people are starting to go home" Will's eyes widen "what?! No!"

Jenna nudges the guy next to her; Kenny. He's a good guy, although if you ask Gage he'll say different. Kenny beat Gage at basketball last year and ever since Gage "doesn't like him".

He grins at Will "wow Will never seen you wasted before" Will shakes his head "I'm not"

Jenna gives Kenny a knowing look and he chuckles waving someone over. I glare when it's the guy from the game tonight.

"Will...I leave for two minutes and you disappeared" Will laughs "oops" the guy smiles "I like you like this Will, less tense" Will's cheeks blush and I almost chuckle. Even drunk Will can't help but get embarrassed when complimented.

The guy swings his arm around Will's shoulder and any semblance of a chuckle dies in my throat as I narrow my eyes.

"You want to switch to water?" I watch as Will stiffens under him and moves from his arm "um noooo" Jenna laughs "don't worry about it Danny I'm sure he'll make it to his room and if he doesn't he lives here" Danny chuckles and thankfully agrees to just let Will do his thing.

Will sits down on the couch and Jenna looks around "I think we're going to get going" I follow her gaze looking around the room and agree with her earlier statement, the place is clearing out.

I look for Gage and find him chatting up Hilary Trenton and know he'll be set for the night.

Most of the other guys are helping usher people out or leaving themselves and when I turn back Jenna is telling Will she'll call him in the morning and not to choke on his own puke.

They leave and I stay where I am watching Will. He's not doing much, but then I notice Tony coming into the room and glare.

Walking over to Will I grab his arm "get up" he looks up at me and his eyes widen while his mouth drops open. I curse the way my duck twitches he looks hot staring up at me like that.

"M Mason?" I roll my eyes "I'm taking you upstairs your wasted" he rolls his eyes back "I'm not" I lift a brow surprised. When he's drunk he's confident and it's definitely turning me on.

"Will. Your done fucking drinking, the parties over" he pouts "but whyyy? Where is everyone? I have to give Danny his sweater" he looks genuinely concerned but my mind is only focusing on his last words; Danny's sweater.

I glare and push him towards the stairs lightly "let's go" he thankfully doesn't argue and allows me to pull him up to his room.

I grab his key from the top of his doorframe and unlock the door leading him into his room and closing the door behind us.

He blinks at me "how do you know where the key is?" I sigh "I just do. Get in bed" he tilts his head before he grins "are you sleeping with me?"

I cringe "get in bed Will" he purses his lips as if he's thinking "you stopped sleeping with me" his tone is sort of sad and accusatory and that nagging feeling of guilt starts to creep up on me.

"Will bed." I want to shut this down quickly not enjoying the feelings he's stirring up.

He sighs but doesn't argue moving toward his bed. He pulls the blankets back and is about to lay down but my eyes narrow on the sweater and I glare "wait."

I walk toward him my jealously showing "take it off" his eyes widen a fraction and the way his cheeks tint and he bites his lips tell me it sounds more sexual then I meant it.

I force myself to look away from his mouth snd grit out "his sweater Will. Take it off" he tilts his head mumbling "Danny's sweater? Why?" I glare done watching him stand there in that sweater.

"Fuck Will! just take it off!" I step forward and tug the sweater off his shoulders and down his arms before tossing it across the room. I'm breathing heavily the jealousy I feel from seeing him wearing Danny's sweater unwavering.

Will is watching me with his eyes wide and his lips parted, but the look in his eyes makes me curse.

I try to take a step back but Will whimpers and his hand comes up gripping my shirt. I lift a brow "Will."

He bites his lip and smiles goofily "your hot" my eyes widen and he grins "like really really hot" he licks his lips and smiles "Mason?" I don't look at him knowing the look in his eyes will have me on him in an instant.

"What Will?" He groans "I'm horny" I curse testing my own restraint "Will go to bed"

He moves toward the bed, but pauses "only if you come with me" I shake my head "I'm not sleeping here Will" he pouts "whyyy?"

I grunt "just got to bed" he climbs in his bed and lays down and I turn to leave but he speaks and his words make me freeze

"Will you get me off?" My entire body tenses and my hormones scream yes, instead I turn and glare at Will. I know he's drunk. Incredibly drunk because sober Will would never say that to me.

"No Will." He bites his lip "I have a boner" I grunt forcing my next words "then get yourself off" he bites his lips "watch" my eyes narrow; I'm never letting Will get this drunk again.

"I'm not watching you jack off Will!" He leans his head back slightly and mumbles "you already are" my eyes shoot down to his boxers and freeze. Sure enough Will's hand is in his boxers moving frantically up and down. I bite down on my lip hard.

"Fuck Will" he whimpers and I think about the other day outside his door. This is what I was missing, I clench my fists. The urge to go replace his hand with my own strong. Will's breath becomes erratic and he moans lightly.

I should leave.

I should leave right now, but I don't.

I hate myself for watching but I'm rock hard in my jeans and I've never seen anything hotter.

Will looks at me when his head is not thrown back in pleasure and eventually I grunt it becoming to much for me.

"Will just fucking cum" as soon as the words leave my mouth he moans loudly and I watch as a wet spot forms on his boxers. I bite my lip hard, Will cumming on my command has me so turned on it hurts.

He takes his hand out of his boxers and I turn forcing myself to leave the room before he can say anything. I shouldn't have stayed.

The anger I feel at myself and the need for release has me thinking irrationally and the only solution I see is Macy Hilton.

The moment I end up in front of her she grins "hey Mason!" I force a smile "how drunk are you?" She chuckles "I'm the DD tonight so hopefully not at all"

I smirk "you have a minute" she smiles sultry "I always have a minute for you Mason and I think a congratulations is in store" I grin and grab her hand lightly tugging her towards the laundry room.

Within minutes my jeans are at my ankles and I'm down her throat. Despite being near release upstairs in Will's room I don't cum as quickly as I expect and the longer I'm with Macy the less close I feel.

I close my eyes and immediately Will's face is swimming in my vision. His head tilted back, his lips parted as breathless whimpers and moans leaving him.

I cum seconds later. Will's face still in mind.

Cringing I pull away from Macy who grins "wow, you can come back to mine for more if you want" I grunt "can't tonight" she looks disappointed but shrugs "okay, next time" I nod and she heads out of the laundry room leaving me alone.

I glare when all the feelings of guilt and anger flood back "fuck!"

I don't bother saying goodbye to Gage knowing he's likely passed out or getting it on with Hilary. Instead I drive home angry. When I pull up at my house I'm still pissed.

The minute I step foot in the living room Shawn grins at me "Mason you fucker why is there no fucking beer?! I'm gone for hours you couldn't get any fucking beer?!" I glare not in the mood to argue with Shawn, but without much thought I start enticing him.

"Get your own fucking beer you asswipe" he stands from his spot on the couch and glares "what the fuck did you just say to me?"

I step closer to him "I said get your own fucking beer" he glares "don't you dare disrespect me in my house boy"

I chuckle "piss off Shawn" he swings punching me directly in the face and I know I'm bleeding. I let him hit me again before I start hitting him back only pissing him off further.

"You ungrateful little fucker!" He his me again and somehow I trip landing on the floor. His boot kicks me in the ribs and I loose my breath momentarily, but I'm finally able to stand up and get a few more hits in before he finally knocks out.

I scoffs wiping the blood from my mouth and turning towards the stairs. I freeze because Hank stares back at me eyes wide and that fucking feeling of guilt creeps back up on me.

"Shit Hank" he shakes his head standing up and rushing up the stairs.

I follow after him "Hank dammit stop" he turns around in front of his door "why would you get him going like that? Look at you! Your bleeding everywhere your a fucking idiot!" I glare at him swearing, but I don't scold him; He's right I'm an idiot.

"I'm sorry Hank. I didn't...I wasn't thinking" he shakes his head "clearly, did you want him to beat the shit out of you?" I give him a look for swearing this time but shake my head "I don't I don't know Hank" but I do know.

I wanted Shawn to punish me. To hurt me for hurting Will, but instead I hurt Hank.

"I fucked up" Hank nods "yeah you idiot, can you even see out of your left eye?" I shake my head "swollen shut" he scoffs "c'mon you might need a doctor..should I call Gage?" I shake my head "he's probably wasted, we won our game" Hank shakes his head mumbling a sarcastic "congratulations" under his breath.

I let Hank wipe my face and thankfully my nose stops bleeding. Despite my protests Hank sneaks downstairs and scrounges up some ice for me.

I groan at how tender my face is and cringe when my ribs are bruised, but there's no one to blame but myself. I send Hank back to bed and go back to my room laying on my bed staring at the ceiling for hours. My mind whirling, but I can't think my head hurt.

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