As Mason left his rented beach house at a few minutes before six that night, he briefly wondered if he should stick a condom, maybe two if he got particularly lucky, and a small inconspicuous tube of lube in the pocket of his windbreaker.
He knew the possibility of talking John into s*x was definitely there. He’d had enough interaction with the other man at this point to recognize s****l interest in his coffee-colored eyes. And Mason hadn’t been with anyone since just before his near overdose.
On the other hand, if John was gay or at least bi-curious, he’d probably already have the supplies. In the end, laziness won out as he decided he just didn’t want to go back inside and trudge upstairs to his suitcase for lube and condoms. If by chance they got down to business and John didn’t have
