Lex’s voice was friendly, accommodating, and careful. Mason seemed momentarily appeased when the young man’s hand reached between his legs. He’d already started to harden the moment he’d gotten Lex beneath him, neglected over a span of time. His face soured the second Lex mentioned making him a<i>deal</i>. He didn’t want to wait for whenever Lex deigned to come down from Forest’s bedroom and he was tired of being put off.<br/><br/>“You hoping that he’ll take care of you better than I will? Is that why you’re falling all over yourself to take care of him? You think he’ll think you’re useful because of all this?” Mason asked, stone-faced. Lex had pushed against him, trying to wriggle away. Mason let up for just a second, but it was only to readjust. He had Lex’s ankle and was pulling him back down on the couch, coming more fully on top of him.<br/><br/>“You don’t remember what all<i>I’ve</i>done for you? How I’m the man watching your back?” Mason was getting impatient, reaching between them to open Lex’s pants.<br/><br/>“<i>Stay</i>,” he said, a warning hanging in his tone. He might let Lex up. He hadn’t decided yet. He wanted to see the choice he’d make and at the same time, he didn’t because if he chose wrong..<br/><br/>“Stay and drink with me,” his expression turned a little more pleasant. “Forest can wait for a little while longer. Most of us know what you’re useful for, so don’t kid yourself.”