Tyler and Mason started the night with a three course meal at Frog an Snail. The conversation ranged from the upcoming season of "The Real Housewives of" somewhere or other and Katy Perry's new single. Tyler didn't know much about either, but he nodded appreciatively and held Mason's hand the whole time. Two bottles of wine later, the chef (whom Tyler had seen on TV) came out and greeted Mason with a kiss. Mason introduced Tyler as his boyfriend and invited him to the benefit.

The first stop after dinner was Roscoes. Mason was to meet some friends from college for drinks. They were greeted by two guys that both looked they just finished a shift at Hollister. They both looked, smelled, and sounded so similar that Tyler kept getting them confused. He had to keep reminding himself: Jason green shirt, Skylar blue shirt. They talked about Mason's ex Josh for a bit, unanimously agreeing that Tyler was a much needed improvement.

 

"Would you like another drink?" the guy in the green shirt asked Tyler.

 

"Sure. Thanks, Skylar."

 

"Jason," said Green Shirt, rolling his eyes as he headed to the bar.

 

Fuck, thought Tyler.

 

After two rounds of cranberry vodkas, they headed across the street to Progress. Tyler remembered not even a year go when the place was called Cocktail. He'd only been here once before, but he could still see Hunter dancing in a jockstrap, getting felt up by a bunch of skeezy guys. He also remembered clearly the advice that Hunter gave him about dating and life that night: Everyone hears "no" more than "yes." And after a year of "no," with Mason Tyler was finally hearing a world of yes.

 

They made their final stop at MiniBar to meet Bryan, Chadwick, and Diego. The talk of the evening was how Tom had broken up with Diego because of some ex or something. Tyler played dumb. The rest of the evening was spent consoling him, telling him that Tom was a loser and that he deserved so much better. Tyler hate to lie so he just gave a sympathetic smile and nodded a lot. The bartender calling last call an hour and a half later was such a blessing.

 

They ended the night at Mason's place. It was going to be their first time sleeping together and he was excited and nervous. Tyler kissed Mason passionately and unbuttoned his shirt slowly and sensually.

 

"Oh hurry up," Mason cried, hurriedly ripping his shirt off and pushing Tyler  onto the bed. Tyler's attempt at foreplay were thwarted by Mason putting a condom on Tyler's cock an slathering it with lube.

 

Alright, down to business, Tyler thought as he gently lifted Mason up and placed him on his back, kissing him the whole time. He slowly entered Mason, marveling at the wonder of being inside his new boyfriend for the first time. He gently kissed his first forehead and started to thrust in and out slowly.

 

"You're doing it wrong," Mason whined, pushing Tyler back. "Just let me do it," he added with an exasperated sigh, before beginning to ride him ferociously. Tyler was in too much shock and confusion to move, so he lay still waiting for the whole endeavor to be over. After about ten minutes, Mason came all over Tyler's chest and he got off.

 

"Good night," Mason said sweetly, kissing Tyler and laying his head on his chest. "I love you."

 

Tyler lay there, covered in sweat and semen and still hard. Such were nights with Mason.

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