Mark Tyler was kissing him.

It had been a single press, no movement other than the act of pushing the two mouths together, but Mason’s eyes had already glazed over. Mark's eyes went wide and when the next signal went for him to get back to compressions, he followed. Mark came back up to Mason again and this time he didn’t hesitate.

His lips pushed against Mason’s cautiously, but each caress had Mason’s eyes fluttering and Mark wanting to do more. It was so hot. Mason briefly wondered why he had never kissed Mark before. The feeling of their lips moving together was nothing like he had ever experienced, it was like no kiss he had ever experienced.

The signal came again and Mason’s mouth followed Mark as Mark pulled away. Seeing the desperate and needy expression on Mason’s face, Mark rushed through the compressions. His movements were offbeat and he stopped far too early, but neither he nor Mason cared. He moved back up to Mason’s mouth and used the small window to kiss like there was no tomorrow.

Mason’s chin tilted up, neck and mouth moving to match the slow yet intense pace that Mark set. The cycle continued on and on. In a matter of seconds, Mason’s eyes were completely glazed over and his mind was so far gone, that no one could have found him.

Mark’s eyes were narrowed and dark, his brain on one thing alone, getting Mason to make that blissed-out expression over and over again.

No tongue had been involved, and their kisses were relatively short as they still worked with the timer, but Mason was completely invested. The two pulled away from their umpteenth kiss, eyes locked heatedly as they separated. 

They were both given a start when Lorraine announced that the partners would be switched. Mark was deliberately slow getting on the ground. As he moved, he kept his eyes focused on Mason and seemed to be communicating something with his eyes. 

Don’t hold back.

A shiver went up Mason’s spine, and he awkwardly moved to kneel beside Mark. His pants had started to feel a bit uncomfortable, and he realized that whatever he and Mark were doing would not help with that. Lorraine started the next round.

Mason tried to be a good student at first. He mimicked the compressions and knelt over Mark with the full intention of either making the kiss short or not kissing him at all. But, seeing that devilish smirk communicated through his eyes and lips that were right there, Mason wouldn’t fight off the temptation.

He went down on Mark, his lips pressing against Mark, frantically and without an ounce of restraint. Mark gave back everything that he got, and Mason let out the tiniest of moans when Mark’s hand went to his waist. Mason pulled back when indicated, but when he got over Mark again, his tongue was the first thing to hit Mark’s lips.

Mark groaned at the relentless stroking of Mason’s tongue, taken by surprise and pleasure at Mason’s technique. The heated breaths that passed between the two of them were scorching. When the activity was finished, both Mark and Mason were panting with their lips bright red. 

After staring at each other for several moments, both of their eyes narrowed in lust, Mason was suddenly brought back to reality. The activity had long finished, and those around them were moving to clear out their equipment and leave. The other groups glanced over at them, curious as to why they were still on the floor and so flushed.

Mason was quick to stand up and follow the examples of the others around him to return their dummy and leave the building. Mason moved frantically, trying to distract his mind and feel normal again. Even then he was moving in a sort of daze.

That was . . . 

Mason shook his head before he let his brain go any further with the thought. Putting it into words wouldn't be helpful, if anything it would just get him more distracted. Mason resolved to put it at the back of his mind and come back to it later. Besides, if he didn't think about it then he wouldn't have to worry about what Mark thought of it. He wouldn't obsess over the new state of their friendship.

Yet.