Two for One
LILY
“Why are we going all the way to Stokes Junction?” I ask Mason as he drives his car to the smaller city an hour away after he made me go running again.
“I guessed you wouldn’t want to be seen in the mall with me,” he mutters, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
“Right. Enemies,” I mumble, picking at the hem of my dress.
“So, what side are you going to get done?” he asks, changing the subject.
“I’m thinking my right,” I answer, pulling down the sun visor and looking at my nose in the mirror. “I still think you should get yours done too,” I tease, flicking the visor back into place.
“Absolutely not.” He shakes his head.
“It’ll make you look badass.” I laugh as he screws his face up.
“It’ll make me look like a bitch. I don’t have the face for piercings.” He laughs.
“Hmm, I guess you’re right.” I giggle.
“You ready for this?” Mason asks as we walk around the mall.
“So ready!” I exclaim excitedly as I spot the shop we’ve been looking for.
As we walk in, I try to tone down my excitement, but when I see a small sign on the counter it comes back. I nudge Mason and point to the sign.
“Two for One Body Piercings.”
“Not happening.” He chuckles, shaking his head.
“What can I do for ya?” A large bald, heavily tattooed and pierced man asks, walking up behind the counter.
“Can I please get my nose pierced?” I ask. “And nipple,” I add. Out of the corner of my eye I see Mason’s head snap to me.
“Sure thing. Fill this out.” The man smirks, looking between me and Mason.
I quickly fill out the piece of paper and hand it back to the man, who scans it and nods to himself.
“All righty, let’s go, Lily.” He smiles, gesturing to the back of the shop.
“Can he come please? To hold my hand?” I ask, pointing at Mason.
“For sure,” he agrees, still smirking.
I sit down on a hospital-type bed as the man wipes my nose and does a dot in marker. “Is that spot good?” he asks, passing me a handheld mirror.
“Looks good to me,” I confirm.
“Do you want a stud or ring?” he asks, pointing to the table to the side.
“Um,” I say, not sure. I thought I had to have a stud, but I’ve always liked the look of rings better. “What do you think?” I ask Mason, chewing on my lip.
“You pick. It’s your nose,” he smiles, looking nervous.
“Ring,” I say, making a decision and sticking with it.
As the man gets into position, Mason moves to stand next to me.
“Deep breath,” the man says, and I grab hold of Mason’s hand and squeeze it as the needle goes through my skin.
My nose is stingy and my right eye begins to water.
“There ya go.” The man smiles, stepping back and handing me the mirror again.
“I love it!” I gasp, amazed how one piece of thin silver metal has changed my face so much.
“It looks good, princess,” Mason smiles down at me.
“You sure about this one?” the man asks, holding up another needle packet.
“I’m sure,” I nod.
“Okay, which side?” he asks.
“Left,” I answer. Once he’s prepared all the things and changed his gloves, I pull down my dress and bra, exposing my left boob.
I look up at Mason, who is staring at the wall directly in front of us. “Mason,” I whisper.
His eyes flick to mine before down at my boob and back to my face. I hold my hand out to him and he grabs it, giving it a little squeeze.
As the needle pierces through my skin, I curl my toes and squeeze his hand.
“All done,” the man says, and I look down.
“It’s kinda cute,” I smile. “What do you think?” I ask Mason, looking back at him. He once again is staring at the wall. “You’ve already seen me naked—you can look at my boob.” I laugh.
“It looks good,” he breathes out, glancing down only for a moment.
I look down one more time, admiring my new piercing before pulling my bra and dress back into place.
All three of us walk back out to the main area where I pay the man.
“You know, most boyfriends spend their time scowling at me when I do their girlfriends’ nipples,” the man says quietly to me. “He only scowled once.” He chuckles, handing me my receipt.
“Thanks,” I smile.
“Be gentle for the next few weeks!” he calls out after us, making both of us blush.
“You hungry?” Mason asks as we walk out of the shop.
“Starving,” I nod, rubbing my belly.
“McDonald’s?” he asks, pointing to the food court.
“Yes!” I agree. I can’t remember the last time I had McDonald’s. All my friends hate it.
Mason insists on paying for our lunch, which we sit down at one of the tables to eat.
“Do you want to come to my house?” he asks out of the blue.
“Your house?” I ask, and he nods.
“You know, since your friend’s planning an intervention.” He chuckles but blushes.
“If you don’t mind?” I ask, biting my lip.
“Not at all.” He smiles.
Mason and I decide to walk around the mall for a little bit before heading back.
“Why your nipple?” he asks as we walk side by side, our shoulders bumping every now and then.
“Well, I have my belly button done already, tongue seems like it’ll hurt too much, so that pretty much just left me with the nipple,” I explain as I bump into him again.
“It looked painful.” He winces.
“It wasn’t too bad.” I say, grabbing hold of his hand and linking our fingers together. “Thank you for bringing me.” I squeeze his hand for the third time today.
I had planned on letting go, but I don’t. I like the way his hand feels against mine.
“Anytime, Lily,” he replies, squeezing my hand and not letting go either.
We walk around for a little bit longer before heading back to his car.
“Are things going to change when we go back to school?” I find myself asking when we’re about halfway home.
“Are we never going to talk when summer’s over?” I continue when he doesn’t answer.
“I don’t know, princess.” He sighs.
“I like hanging out with you,” I blurt out. “I’ve had so much fun these past three days,” I explain.
“Me too,” he agrees quietly. “We’ll just have to wait and see, I guess,” he mumbles, not giving me the answer I wanted to hear.
When we pull up outside his house, Mason turns off the engine, neither of us moving. I look up at his house, which is really similar to mine. His parents must be rich too.
“Ready to tick another thing off your list?” he asks, undoing his belt.
“Which one?” I ask, undoing my belt too.
“Drink a bottle of wine.” He smiles, climbing out of the car.
“My mom has a shitload of wine and won’t notice if a couple bottles go missing,” he says as he pushes the front door open. “Do you like white or red?” he asks, walking into the kitchen.
“White.”
He opens the fridge and grabs two bottles out before letting it slam closed. “My room’s upstairs,” he says, nodding toward the way we just came from.
Mason’s room is pretty much what I expected. Unmade bed, a desk filled with clutter, a TV mounted on the wall with an Xbox sitting underneath it, clothes scattered around.
Pretty much the boy version of mine.
“Cheers, princess.” He smiles, tapping his bottle against mine.
“Cheers.” I smile before taking my first sip of the bubbly drink. “This is expensive wine!” I gasp, looking down at the bottle.
“It all tastes like shit,” he says with a screwed-up face.
“You don’t like wine?” I ask, sitting down on his bed.
“Hate it,” he says, sitting next to me and grabbing his Xbox controller.
I watch as he hits the buttons and brings up YouTube, putting on some music.
“Let’s play a game,” he says, leaning back against his headboard.
“Like what?” I ask, turning to sit opposite him and crossing my legs.
“Twenty questions? Except you have to drink every time you ask or answer a question,” he suggests, and I laugh. “So we just ask questions and drink.”
“Pretty much. You get two passes.” He smiles.
“You start,” I agree.
“When did you start dating Kingsley?” he asks and takes a drink.
“The summer between freshmen and sophomore year,” I answer before taking a sip.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I ask.
“No.” He snorts, rolling his eyes.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Not your turn.” He smirks. “If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?”
“Rome,” I reply instantly.
“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” I ask.
“Because I haven’t met a girl I wanted to be with.” He shrugs. “Emotionally,” he adds.
We trade more basic questions, getting halfway through our bottles before things turn serious.
“Did you love him?” he asks, locking our eyes.
“I never said I did. There was a point I thought I did,” I whisper.
“He really never kissed you in public?” he asks, setting his bottle down on the bedside table.
“Not once.” I shake my head.
“Never once went down on you?” he asks gently, taking my bottle out of my hands.
“No,” I breathe out.
“Never let you be on top?” he asks.
“No,” I whisper my confirmation as Mason leans forward the slightest amount.
“If you were my girlfriend, I would’ve kissed you every chance I got,” he breathes out.
“I would’ve gone down on you whenever you wanted, would’ve let you do anything you wanted,” he whispers, getting closer.
“Mason,” I say breathlessly, closing my eyes.
“Tell me to stop, princess, and I will,” he whispers, breath hitting my face.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper, feeling his hand touch my cheek gently.
“Lily,” he whispers, brushing his nose against mine. “I probably won’t stop at one kiss.”
Our lips brush against each other’s.
“Then don’t stop,” I say, opening my eyes to look at him.
Mason pulls back slightly, locking our eyes for a moment before his lips are on mine.
His soft lips move against mine gently at first, but when I tangle my hands in his hair his kiss becomes more desperate.
His hands move to my hips, pulling me to sit on his lap, my hips automatically rolling against him.
“Fuck,” he moans against my lips.
I roll my hips again as his hands start exploring my body, moving down to my ass then up my back, over my waist, and to my boobs.
“Hey, Mason, Mom wan— Ahh!” a female voice says then screams.
Mason’s arms wrap around my body, pulling me into him, and I bury my head into his shoulder.
“What?” he snaps.
“Oh my god,” the girl whispers.
“Fuck off, Tayla,” he grunts.
“Okay, I’ll just tell Mom you’re not hungry,” she says and the door closes.
“Oh my god,” I groan, moving off his lap and sitting next to him. “Please tell me that wasn’t one of your sisters.” I can feel my whole face burning.
“It was,” he sighs, throwing his head back. “No one was meant to be home tonight,” he mutters.
“At least we still had our clothes on,” I giggle, grabbing my bottle of wine.
“Yeah. Lucky,” he mutters, rolling his eyes before leaning over me and grabbing the other bottle. “Drink up,” he says, clinking our bottles together again.
I wake up the next morning with a sore head and dry mouth. I’m snuggled into Mason’s chest, leg thrown over his hips, his arm loosely draped over my shoulders.
“Morning, princess.” His voice rumbles from underneath me.
“Morning,” I mumble, rolling over onto my back.
“I feel like shit,” Mason moans.
“Me too,” I agree. Why did I think drinking a whole bottle of wine would be a good idea? “Do we have to go running today?” I groan as he climbs out of the bed.
“Not today.” He shakes his head, picking up some clothes. “But we’re going tomorrow,” he adds with a smirk before walking out of the room.
