Alexander opened his eyes to the dimly lit room. The sun had just come up, enough to expose the bodies huddled together on the bed.

His legs were tangled with Mason's, his hand was around him and his shoulder supported his head.

He looked breathtaking in his sleep, like something out of a fairytale.

Funny how just yesterday he was angry seeing someone close to Riley and right now, seeing him wedged against someone holding them tight, was perfect. All it did was make his heart beat a little more chaotically.

The fact that his eyes were open and staring softly at him didn't help much either. "You're a light sleeper," Riley said.

He'd always been. Ever since he was a child, all it would take was for anyone to open his door and he'd be up. That was if he wasn't up already.

"Good morning darling," he said.

"Morning," said Riley. He narrowed his eyes a little. "Alexander?"

Right before going to sleep the night before, he'd told them his name. It was nothing big, but he'd never done that before. It was liberating.

"What did you expect my name to be?"

Riley shook his head. "I don't know... something with 'rich' at the end of it."

The Master bit back a laugh so he wouldn't wake Mason.

"Aw, I thought you'd say something with 'hot' at the end of it," he replied.

"It's just, one of my one night stands was called Alexander." Riley smirked and then whispered. "He had a really big dick."

"Seriously?" The Master asked and Riley nodded.

Alexander looked worried. "Was he at least ugly?"

Before Riley could answer, Mason got up and pressed his face to the Master's chest and nuzzled it.

"Hmm...this feels good," he said with a sleep addled voice. It came out muffled by the broad chest. "Waking up like this."

"Morning," Alexander said and pulled him closer.
Mason purred and lay quietly for a while. Until he made a voice of disapproval. "I have to go."

The Master drew back to kiss him then pulled him back closer. He wasn't letting go.

Mason laughed at the possessive gesture. "Have to..." he was interrupted by kisses to his lips. "...make us breakfast." He struggled to get out.

"Yeah?" The Master asked like he wasn't the one stalling him. "Well..."

"I'll go get it started since y'all can't help being horny," said Riley.

It took him less than five minutes to freshen up before coming back to quickly peck Mason's cheek and make his way out.

Alexander continued to kiss Mason slowly, then the kisses became shorter and quicker. All the while teasing.

"How are they even..." Mason struggled to say again. "...asleep through all this...our lips are making a lot of sound." He tried to whisper the last part.

"I'll bet the little cub is awake," Alexander paused to say then went back to kissing him.

"Who?"

A pillow landed on the Master's face, followed by Jet's shrill voice. "I said not to call me that!" He half whispered.

"Awww...that is just too cute," said Mason.

"It isn't cute, the fuck?"

"Careful when he gets feisty..." the Master started.

Jet groaned and moved over at the same time Mason moved out of the way.

Whatever he'd planned to do to Alexander didn't work out as he'd planned.

The Master seized his hand and put it around his neck while the other circled his waist and pulled him close. Jet's free hand fell reflexively against his chest right before he gasped.

The Master chuckled at his surprise then pressed their lips together. "You're one fierce cub."

Jet rolled his eyes blushing.

"I'm going to help Riley," Mason laughed. "This is too much." He clutched his chest.

Jet let the Master hold him as the other two slept undisturbed next to them. Zel and Pierre had their legs tangled, asleep with their foreheads almost touching. It was a precious sight.

"Can I take you on a date tomorrow?" Jet asked.

The Master moved a little and regarded Jet. "Your final date?"

That stung.

A part of him didn't want it to be the last and it hurt him that the Master had just said it so lightly.

He nodded anyway.

The Master pressed his nose to Jet's neck and inhaled. "How can I refuse?" He murmured before his tongue licked the crook of his neck. Then left an airy kiss over it.

Jet shivered.

He took his time to slide his lips over every tattoo on Jet's skin.

The Master's hands escaped inside his shirt and stroked his chest and stomach. Everywhere he touched tingled and made it harder for Jet to breathe.

It turned into a desperate situation at the same time they heard Pierre and Zel shuffling next to them. They stopped.

"Why did you stop?" Asked Zel.

Pierre remained quiet with a shockingly naughty look on his face.

In the next minute, a look passed between Jet and Alexander before they made the other two the center of attention on the bed.

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Mason found Riley at the counter with his back to him, shirtless like he'd left the room.

He stood there for a while, as if studying a detailed piece of artwork.

Then he walked up behind him, and hugged him from the back.

He felt the surprise register as he laid his head on his back. Then quickly disappear.

"Do you need any help?" Asked Mason.

"I got it," he replied.

"I'm still going to help anyway," said Mason. "Did something happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean last night, between you two," said Mason. The somewhat awkward behavior between Riley and Alexander didn't escape his eye.

There was a pause before Riley answered. "Everything is fine, I just... have a lot to think about."

Mason nodded against his back but didn't stop hugging him. "Do you want to get married?" He asked suddenly.

Riley stiffened and paused everything his hands were doing. "I... I–What?"

"Oh relax, it's just a question," said Mason. "I think you'd make an amazing husband."

"Why?"

"Because you don't know how good it feels to hold someone like this."

That had Riley laughing a little. Enough for Mason. A tight knot seemed to loosen within him.

Ever since he'd walked into the kitchen, there'd been a lot of tension in the way Riley stood, even the distracted way he acted.

He'd needed to see Riley at ease, or he wouldn't be either.

"You know..." said Riley. "I've had enough."

"What are you talking about?"

Riley turned and hauled Mason up on the counter, he laid his palm flat on the cool marble on either side of him and stepped between Mason's legs.

"I've had it with all this... sweetness," he gripped the surface harder, then leaned to whisper in his ear. "You're driving me crazy."

Mason felt things explode inside. "Fuck..."

"Oh and now can't say much?" Riley pressed in and inhaled wherever he could. "You're sexy as fuck Mason, do you think you've been fair to me?"

Mason was way too turned on to answer correctly. He just made a soft sound in response.

"You've been teasing me for months now, I'm done," Riley continued. "Not so fun is it?"

Mason had his eyes closed, and his head tilted towards Riley. The latter leaned down to meet him, he peppered kisses all over his neck and jaw.

"How about I tell you why I think you'd make an amazing husband?"