Mason tasted like whiskey and desperation. Lex was used to one, not so much the other. The model stiffened briefly before settling beneath Mason, rolling his hips up into him flirtatiously as the inebriated man explored Lex's mouth with a clumsy tongue. Mason had had a long day. The man was muscled and strong, but not used to the excessive physical labor nor was he quite as big as Wallis was. He was tired, perhaps sore, looking for comfort at the bottom of his whiskey glass and in the lines of Lex's lean form. Lex wasn't angry with him. Not for this. He wasn't even angry when Mason tipped the glass against his mouth, spilling some alcohol onto his tongue but even more down the sides of his face.<br/><br/>"Hey, hey, easy, big boy," Lex cooed, shifting the glass back and pushing it away. He wiped at the dribbled alcohol with the back of his hand, though Mason didn't seem to care too much about this. He was stroking Lex's face now, looking into his eyes with his own hazy stare. Lex forced an uneasy smile, uncomfortable with Mason's intensity. Mason was always intense, in his way, but the alcohol seemed to amplify this tenfold, leaving Lex wary. "What you staring at, love?" Lex laughed, a nervous shrill in his chuckle. "You want to play, that it?" he ventured, hoping to distract.<br/><br/>Lex shuffled awkwardly beneath Mason, shoving his hand down between the man's legs and rubbing at his crotch. "Yeah? This what you need after a long day?" He was tired of having to continuously placate Mason--why couldn't he just have fun the way he and Wallis did? Even prior to trekking to Forest's farm, the last few weeks had been riddled with grumpy, possessive behavior and grumbling. Something about Forest seemed to just make it worse, drive Mason wild. But it had only been a few days. Maybe, if Lex sacrificed some attention, Mason would settle. But even now Forest was still at the edges of Lex's mind. He didn't want to start anything with Mason before Forest was given water and tucked into bed. That was his priority now, not whatever<i>this </i>was.<br/><br/>"Okay, mate, I'll make you a deal, eh? Give me a minute to get our sweet lil' farmboy upstairs all settled for the night. Afterward, I'll pay a visit to your room and I'll polish that thick rod you have hiding down there, right? Now shove off." Lex delicately placed his hands at the top of Mason's chest, pushing back against him so he could shimmy his way out from beneath Mason's pin. Lex was taller, doubtlessly more statuesque, but Mason was thicker, weighing Lex's pelvis down. The alcohol certainly didn't help, seemingly making Mason's body about as responsive as a sack of flour.<br/><br/>"Come on, love, a little help would be nice."