Page 5 of Mytho Investigations: Side Stories

“I didn’t ask about your ex,” Vlash snapped and then softened the words with a kiss. “I asked what you want.”

This was pure lust.

It wasn’t the lonely need when Bud returned after months away or the heat of angry or make-up sex. In those few seconds, he realized it had always been about Bud and what he wanted. Not him.

When they’d first got together, it hadn’t mattered, but after a year, Bud decided he didn’t like being fucked. Maybe that was when Mason should’ve left.

He looked into Vlash’s blue eyes. There was no way the dangerous elf wearing some kind of tiny gold crown was going to let a human fuck him.

But Vlash had asked, and there was only one thing Mason wanted to do.

“I want to fuck you.”

Vlash groaned. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Mason blinked, sure he’d misheard. “You were?”

“It’s been a while.”

“Same.” Hopefully, he remembered what to do.

That tiny smile at the corner of Vlash’s lips formed again. “How long?”

“Since I was with someone, or since I fucked someone?”

“The latter. I don’t care about the former.”

“Four years.”

Vlash laughed, and the corners of his eyes crinkled. He didn’t look any less dangerous when laughing. “Four years is nothing.”

Not to an elf, but it was to him.

“I haven’t been with a man since before I got married.”

Mason took a moment to process what that meant. Vlash had been married to a woman. “And when was that?”

“About eighty-three years ago.”

“Eighty-three years?” He knew elves lived for longer than humans, but Vlash had been married before Mason’s grandmother was born.

Vlash kept him pinned to the door. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“No, of course not.” How old was Vlash? Now was the wrong time to ask, and it didn’t matter. It was one night. “It might be for your ass in the morning.”

“I hope so.”

“I hope you have lube.” His fingers found the clasps on Vlash’s leather coat, but he couldn’t work out how to undo it.

“It arrived with a candle.” He stepped back. “I can take my own clothes off. You get yours off.”

That was much quicker. Mason watched the elf undress, shedding weapons and leather. He pulled his shirt off, revealing pale skin, lean muscles, and old scars. Then he tugged off his boots and undid the laces on his pants. Vlash had the body of a twenty-year-old twink except for the scars and the whipcord muscle.

He, on the other hand, had the body of a middle-aged dentist who sometimes made it to the gym once a week. He felt old and soft, and he was so not ready to date again.

Vlash glanced over, realizing Mason hadn’t moved from the door.

“If you’ve changed your mind, you need to open the door to leave.”