Silence flooded the room once Mason finished his story. He had his head bowed and seemed caught between sadness and frustration.

"You had sex with him?" Terrance asked, breaking the silence.

Mason glared at him. "I just told you my traumatic life story and all you care about is the fact that I've had sex before?!" he asked, offended.

Terrance winced at the anger he could feel radiating off of Mason and permeating his scent. "No! I just... I didn't know," he mumbled, feeling bad for targeting the one thing that he knew Mason probably didn't want to talk about. "Did he... you know..."

"Rape me?" Mason asked, scooting closer to Terrance and closing his eyes. "Not really."

"It's a yes or no question."

Mason shrugged. "The first time he put something in my drink to get me really turned on so I didn't try to stop him."

Terrance growled. "That's messed up," he muttered, trying to stay calm but feeling angry and tempted to find the asshole and cut his dick off. "That's rape, Mason."

"Whatever," Mason said, rolling his eyes even though Terrance could see since he had his face on Terrance's chest and was looking down. "It doesn't even matter. It felt good at the time and I'm not traumatized by it so I don't really think it's rape."

"He still made you want it!"

"The first time," Mason corrected. "We did it a few times after that and he didn't use any drugs then."

Terrance still hated the guy for taking advantage of his mate. If Mason's story was true (which he knew it was) that meant that Ezra was probably in his late twenties or early thirties when he and Mason had sex for the first time, while Mason was only seventeen.

Which was disgusting in his mind.

"Sorry if that offends you," Mason mumbled, nervous due to the silence. "I swear I didn't even know you existed-"

"I don't blame you," Terrance said, soothing Mason's worries. "I think it's nasty and messed up what your parents did. I'm glad you left."

Mason smiled against Terrance's chest. "Me too."

"...Were his balls saggy?"

"Ew!" Mason said, sitting up and fake gagging. "He was in his thirties not his eighties!"

Terrance chuckled. "Well, I'm younger and my balls aren't saggy," he said, pursing his lips.

Mason giggled and kissed Terrance's cheek. "Aw, are you scared that I prefer the asshole who claimed me when I was ten and treated me like an object for a lot of my childhood?" he cooed.

"Don't bully me!" Terrance whined, flipping onto his stomach and burying his face in the pillow. "I'm jealous."

Scoffing, Mason laid over his back, sitting on the back of Terrance's thighs before lowering himself so his chest was against Terrance and his lips were in the Alpha's ear.

"Jealous?" Mason whispered seductively, nibbling on Terrance's earlobe. "My poor Alpha."

Terrance groaned in annoyance. "Stop making fun of me," he whined, turning his head to look at Mason. "You look really good right now though."

Mason smirked, the urge to flirt with Terrance and make him desperate overcoming his senses.

He leaned back down so he could whisper in Terrance's ear, a flirty grin on his face. "Like when I'm on top of you? Are you imagining me riding you?" he asked as he bit down on the back of Terrance's neck. "Imagining me whining and moaning on top of you?"

"Dude, stop," Terrance groaned, blushing at the dirty words.

Mason glared at him. "Did you just call me 'dude'?" he asked, sliding off of Terrance. "Sorry, bro, no homo, just trying to turn you on."

Terrance rolled his eyes. "Congrats, I have a boner now," he growled. "No homo."

"I'd offer to take care of it, but I just wanted to mess with you and leave you horny," Mason said, skipping toward the kitchen. "Do you have any snacks?"

"You're the only snack in this house!" Terrance responded, willing himself to calm down. "We can go get some and have a movie night."

Mason grinned. "Okay!" he cheered, rushing back to Terrance's room and pulling his mate's arm. "Let's go!"

"You left me with a boner!" Terrance exclaimed. "I don't want to go in public with it!"

Growling, Mason sat down on the floor. "But I want some snacks!"

"Just give me like, five minutes to relax!"

Mason opened his mouth to complain again when Terrance's phone rang. The Alpha answered it and handed it to Mason.

"It's for you."

"Who is it?"

Terrance shrugged.

"Hello?" Mason said, expecting Henry or Lucille to be on the other end of the line with news about the cafe.

However, a deep voice that Mason recognized and hated responded, making goosebumps form all over his arms.

"Your father told me you called him using this number," Ezra said, sounding pleased that he finally got ahold of Mason.

"Yeah, I forgot to block him after I called him," Mason said, feigning cockiness to hide how nervous he was. "Oops."

Ezra chuckled. "You've been able to avoid me for a while, mate," he said, irritation laced into his tone. "But I've already tracked this phone and I'm going to come get you."

Mason scoffed. "I'm not a child, asshat. I'm a legal adult who owns a successful cafe and I don't really want to go back to New York. So, kindly fuck off," he said, sitting down on Terrance's back since he was still laying on the bed and making the Alpha groan in slight pain.

"You still belong to me, Mason."

"Nope."

"Your father-"

"Sucks."

Ezra growled into the phone, making Mason shudder. "Your father said something about you finding your mate?"

"That's none of your business," Mason said, covering the speaker on the phone and dropping his voice to a whisper. "Could you do me a favor and make sex sounds?"

"Why?" Terrance asked, raising an eyebrow.

"To piss off my ex-mate-person who's calling and irritating me."

Terrance shrugged and agreed, making low moaning sounds and giving Mason a thumbs up.

"What's that sound?" Ezra asked, more and more anger filling his voice.

Mason let out a fake moan and tried to sound breathless. "You called at the wrong time," he said, panting. "I'm trying to have a good conversation but-"

Terrance let out a loud moan, cutting Mason off and making the latter grin.

"Omega-"

"Sorry, gotta go! This sex is too damn good!"

"I swear-!"

"Bye!"

Mason hung up and blocked both Ezra and his father's numbers. He had his dad's number saved into his old phone in case he ever needed to call him, but he made it so his dad couldn't call him and constantly changed numbers in case his parents or Ezra managed to get ahold of him.

"Thanks for that," Mason said gratefully, climbing off of Terrance. "Can we go get snacks now?"

Terrance smiled and nodded. "Of course," he said, grabbing Mason's hand. "And add fake sex to my list of favorite things to do."