Riley was convinced that there was nothing as sexy as watching the Master wear his watch. His eyes remained glued to him now as he did just that.

"Right when the tag game was announced, you broke a rule. Self gratification. You didn't think I had let you off easy did you? Or did you think I wouldn't know?" Riley was asked.

"Now that I think of it, I was sort of hoping you would be watching."

Riley was really bold, it's what everyone told him. He didn't want to disappoint.

"Punishment, or disqualification. It's your pick," the Master told him.

"You know it darling, Riley gripped the Master's hips then sunk to his knees. Punish me." He said looking up.

"Are people born with this kind of confidence or do they acquire it?"

"I bet you are worse than I am," he replied.

Riley immediately leaned into the hand that fastened on his jaw. He was sure he seemed really eager.

He was. Somewhere in the last couple of weeks, being fucked by the Master had become addictive. He didn't know when exactly, but here he was now.

"Hmm." The Master said. His hands went down to pull his shirt off. Riley raised his hands to comply and as soon as they were back, he was unfastening the belt before him.

As soon as the hard length bobbed out, it disappeared right into Riley's mouth.

The Master hissed and grabbed Riley's curly hair.

"You seem desperate today darling... you want it hard then?"

Riley pulled away to reply. "Maybe I just like your cock." He stroked it hard, earning a deep groan from the Master.

"That's enough," the Master said. He pulled away and walked behind him.

The Master ran his hand down Riley's chest from where he stood. His pulse quickened.

He felt a hot breath on the side of his neck before the raspy voice spoke. "Take those pants off. Let me see you."

If Riley was anyone else, he'd have gasped at the way the voice oozed sex without even trying.

His pants were off and he was on his feet. Until he was being flipped over the big bed.

It took about a minute to prep him. And less before the Master was already thrusting deep inside him. He grunted with pleasure.

He didn't understand the punishment at all, they were going too fast.

The Master tightly gripped his hands to the bed and rammed mercilessly into him. Slapping noises erupted from where Riley's ass touched his skin over and over.

"You're... desperate too... Daddy," Riley managed to say.

It earned him a harder thrust and he groaned out loud. Strong hands closed around his neck and squeezed. It wasn't that uncomfortable, but it wasn't gentle.

The Master definitely had a kink that involved choking particularly him. He wasn't going to bring it up like that, he didn't have enough information.

"I bet you choke me more intensely than anyone else," he prodded.

"Because you can take it," the Master's voice was thick.

It has to be more than that. Riley's brain couldn't stop telling him that.

"You can let go now."

He didn't understand why he was holding back but he did exactly as he was told. He moaned as he came.

His release was white against the brown of his skin.

And then the Master was cleaning it up with his tongue. Riley shuddered at the sensation of the softness and the action itself.

The Master hadn't stopped fucking him, only slowed down. Even now that his orgasm had subsided.

Riley felt him stiffen first before the Master claimed his lips in a kiss that would have bruised if it could.

He felt something. Whatever it was, he felt it at that moment with the Master coming deep inside him while making love to his tongue.

Riley moaned and pulled him closer. He could taste himself off his lips. It was hot as fuck.

He couldn't get enough of the Master's lips and from the look of things, the Master wanted him as equally. It was one of the longest kisses in his life.

His lips were bitten, sucked and toyed with. His heart thundered inside his chest. Did it always feel like this?

Riley pushed himself away when it was getting too much. Too intense he couldn't handle it. Riley Bridges couldn't handle one kiss? Even the few people in his life wouldn't believe it.

It was a little awkward after that for a few moments before Riley spoke. They had both given more into the little act than they'd intended. It had to be uncomfortable.

"Punishment isn't so bad after all," the look on Riley's face was dreamy as he pulled on his clothes. The last of the awkwardness floating away.

"It's cute that you think the punishment has even begun," said the Master. "That was what you call a quickie in case you didn't know."

"What?"

"Sorry I didn't realize it would be so difficult to understand. I wouldn't punish you without taking my clothes off it was sexual... or maybe I would. And it would have definitely been more intense-"

"I know what a quickie is! Thank you for the clarification," Riley rolled his eyes.

The Master chuckled. "Seemed like you didn't, so I just had to make sure."

"What's going on in that head of yours Daddy?"

The Master smirked. "Oh not much at all," he then cocked his head and looked at Riley. "Answer me this, who makes your favorite food?"

The question might have caught Riley a little off guard with the way his eyes slightly widened then went back to normal.

"Well," Riley suddenly seemed shy, something that seemed impossible. "Don't tell him or whatever but Mason makes heaven in a pot."

He avoided looking at Alexander as if he was feeling ashamed of the admission. "Uhh... Pierre is amazing too, and Zel bakes like those little hands invented cake," he shrugged.

He'd ended up naming everyone who could cook. Jet and Linder still had a long way to go but they were making some progress.

It was much better than what the Master wanted to hear.

"But yours is my favorite," Riley suddenly said.

He wasn't expecting that. The Master's heart might have skipped a beat.

Of course it didn't, you're just getting a little old. He told himself.

Riley looked anywhere else and played with his ear.

What the fuck was wrong with him?! It wasn't cute. It definitely wasn't cute.

"Well it's good to know that I can keep you satisfied." He needed the distraction. "But you won't have any of that for the half of this month. You'll do your own cooking. And that's your punishment."

"You can't be serious," Riley's face suddenly scowled.

"Where exactly is the joke?" The Master deadpanned.

He was seeing a lot of Riley he didn't think was there before. His eyes were pleading and he oddly took satisfaction in that.

"You can't be- Do you know how much that sucks?!"

Riley was yet to put on his shirt. His posture was perfect as he stood facing Alexander. The band of his sweatpants hugged his hips perfectly as the toned muscle disappeared into them. The Master wanted him again.

"Like breaking my generous rules?" He asked, ignoring all the excitement flowing southwards. The faster Riley got out, the better.

He took a moment as if he was contemplating something. The Master watched his brows furrow in stubbornness before he huffed and stalked aggressively to the door.

Thank fuck.

"Tread carefully darling, a taste of someone else's food and you'll be gone." It wasn't a threat, but he was dead serious.

Riley walked out and the Master released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

But yours is my favorite.

Who the fuck were these competitors?

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Mason's night wasn't that comfortable, but he was just glad to finally catch some sleep.

The previous days had him overthinking. He was always thinking a lot, always. From the moment he arrived till now.

Now, it had to do with several men. It was confusing, difficult to even picture and most definitely weird. But that didn't stop him or keep his thoughts away.

He wondered if any of them saw the things he was seeing. Felt the weird things he was feeling.

On the day they had ended the tag game, after a while, Mason had gone ahead to find Zel.

He wanted to apologize, probably for being the worst teammate out there.

What he found hadn't been something he was expecting, not by a long shot. It was proven by the way he gasped first and took a step back.

And then he was ready to tear them apart for all the trouble they could be starting up. Only if his legs stopped being lead right where he stood watching.

Zel had his legs around Riley's waist and they were both lost in one of the most passionate kisses he'd ever seen. So lost they didn't hear the door open, or maybe they just didn't care, either could be the reason.

He couldn't tear his eyes away.

Mason figured that Riley could do it, the rules were suspended to him after all. There wouldn't be a problem if he had initiated the kiss.

He hoped to the heavens he was right because there was no way he was getting his legs to move anytime soon. He couldn't stop them. Shamelessly he just kept on watching, excited and transfixed.

His hand was tight on the door and the sounds they made did not help one bit.

Riley's shirt stretched a little over his defined muscles and wide but lean frame that was clearly taken good care of while Zel was all soft and tiny and way too adorable for his own good.

They were like exact opposites now that he thought about it. Everything about them contrasted. Why had that been sexy?

Mason couldn't do it anymore when they moved over to the bed. They didn't even break the kiss, not even once. But Riley seemed to now be crushing Zel's weight under him, as the kiss seemed to intensify yet again.

It was so hot Mason couldn't take it anymore. He closed the door and took a moment to just breathe. Maybe some cold air would be nice too.

Thankfully, no one would probably come around here. The owners of the two rooms were currently inside one, going about their own business.

All the forces at work decided it best to send Jet his way. The entire situation was fucked up. He had a very visible erection and no way to hide it.

He watched him open Riley's door while he didn't budge from the front of Zel's.

"Move," said Jet, standing before him.

"Uh... no," replied Mason, making small movements restlessly.

Jet's eyes looked both bored and excited he couldn't place it. To his horror, the eyes travelled down.

"Eyes up here babe," he said quickly.

Jet's eyes flew to his. "You're-"

"It's a medical condition," Mason cursed himself internally. "Not exactly fun to get your penis standing up randomly but that's none of your business."

That seemed to fluster him a little. He watched him swallow. "Have you... seen Riley?"

"I haven't..." Mason's voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "I haven't seen him."

Jet nodded and turned to go. He then paused like he wanted to say something, then shook his head and continued to walk away.

World hunger, spiders, dirty fingernails, Thanos's chin. Mason conjured all the unpleasant and disgusting things in his head until he'd gone soft.

He couldn't understand it. And it kept him up at night, thinking why he loved seeing it so much. Or why he thought it was such a beautiful thing, or why he wanted to be a part of it.

In the dead of night, a figure crawled into Masons bed. For a short while, it had him thinking about how it was something his niece would definitely be doing.

He didn't panic, and as soon as there was body contact, he realized he'd know that touch anywhere.

"Can't sleep," said Linder. His usually sweet voice was thick with sleep and had just the tiniest difference to it.

Mason sought him out in the dark and was immediately alarmed. "What's wrong? Your face feels a little wet."

He turned the light on to see that his eyes were red, and so was his nose. Linder looked away as if he was embarrassed. "Turn out the light please. Please... no light. P-"

"Okay okay, I've got you," Mason cradled his head against his chest. "Anything you want okay?"

Linder nodded and sniffled. "You're so warm," his voice cracked and Mason frowned in the dark.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked the distressed male in his arms.

"No..." Linder said and Mason's heart broke.

"Okay then," he said. "I'm here. Don't hesitate to tell me what you need."

"You," Linder had listened, he didn't hesitate.

How could one word, bring so much distortion to his mind?

"Linder..."

"Don't dig into it Mason, at least not tonight. Just stay like this please?" Linder fingered the buttons of his pajama shirt while he not so subtly inhaled his scent.

Mason tightened his arms around him. "As long as you need baby."

It felt nice, being there for someone, easing their burden. If he was actually doing that.

He'd only ever guessed Linder was fragile, now he knew it. There was no way he could mistake all the pain in his voice and eyes.

His heart ached too.

"I'm not sure how to make you feel better bu-"

Linder cut him short. "Do you mind if we cuddle?"

Mason's thoughts ran wild. Of course I mind Linder! Because how am I supposed to control myself then?! I'm trying my damnest here you know...

"Sure Linder, anything," he answered.

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Hey uhh... so since a lot of things didn't seem to make sense, (about Linder)
Like how he's like 28 and so extremely smart and still hasn't figured out a way to save his siblings who by now should be relatively old idk. (Courtesy of my dumbass sometimes)

I thought it best if I'd changed his age. You may not see it now but it solves a lot of things to make him the youngest. He's 21 now, sorry.💀.
Pierre's now the second youngest. I've also changed it in chapter 3, that has all their detailed info so that new readers don't get confused.

That last piece of information was irrelevant but let's just go with it no?

Okay bye😹thanks for reading❤️