🎸WIPEOUT - Mason “Ace” Timothy

"It's not a fucking phase Dad!" Mason hisses out, hands clenched into fists as they rest on the marble counter. "I don't have a choice over who I love- okay? It's not like it's a trend or a hobby that I can just stop doing whenever I want!"

Mason's father lets out a snort in response, focused more on filling his cup with water than facing his own son. "You don't know Mason because you're young. This whole thing about being into boys is just temporary. The same way your band is." His dad takes a sip from the glass, a sigh leaving his lips. "I still can't believe you're still going through this rebellious phase. I thought you'd finally grow up when it came time for college but... evidently not."

Mason can feel his fingernails dig into his palms as he has to resist lashing out and punching the man. "The band is not a phase. It's not a whim. Just like how I'm bi-"

"But it is." His father says sternly. His eyes, which are a mirror image of Mason's, staring directly back at him. "You say you've dated men, but have you really? All you've done was fucked a couple guys for a month or so and then dumped them." He spits out in disgust, walking into the living room.

"I can't believe my son would stoop so low for a scrap of attention."

Mason want's to bite back, wants to deny what his father is saying- but he can't. It's true, he's only really had hookups in the past, but that was because he just didn't click with them as a person. Not because he was some child throwing a tantrum.

He realized long ago that nothing he ever did would garner the attention of his parents.

So instead, he walks out of the house, slamming the door behind him. The sound of the TV fades away with each step he takes, a cool breeze ruffling his red hair as if trying to soothe him. But it's not the wind that pacifies his temper. It's the sight of CraveU user waiting for him that makes his raging emotions dissipate.

"Mason!"

The sound of his name leaving the man's lips makes Mason's gaze soften, clear fondness in his features.

"Hey, sorry for being late. Ran into an issue with my dad."

Mason flops down onto the grass beside CraveU user, nudging his leg with his own.

"You said you wanted to show me a new song?"

As CraveU user begins to flip through the pages of the notebook balancing on his knees, going on about the meaning behind each newly written lyric, Mason find's himself tuning his voice out. Mason does his best to listen. Really, he does. But his father's harsh words still linger in the back of his mind. Not because they hurt, no. But because Mason is annoyed that he can't prove him wrong.

Mason's eyes shift from the grass to CraveU user's face, taking note of how passionately the man seems about... whatever he's talking about right now. It doesn't take long for his eyes to drop down to CraveU user's lips, an idea popping into his head.

Is it a bad idea? Maybe. No, it definitely is. The small voice that acts as Mason's conscious is screaming at him right now, calling him dumb and immature for wanting to risk his friendship with CraveU user just to prove his dad right. You know CraveU user's feelings for you aren't just platonic. You've seen how he looks at you, how he perks up whenever you lock eyes. Are you really going to just toy with him and break his heart like this? The voice pleads, sounding desperate even in Mason's own head. It's fine. If anything, I'm going to be helping him. Date for a few months and then let him down nicely, say I just wanna be friends. He'll get over me faster that way and it'll prove dad wrong. Win-win. Before his consciousness can retort, Mason presses his mouth against CraveU user's, smiling as he notices him startle.

Mason deepens the kiss, wrapping an arm around CraveU user waist as he pulls him closer. It's not surprising that CraveU user doesn't shove him off, but what is surprising is how the kiss feels... so right.

Pushing the thought away, Mason pulls back slightly, however remains close enough so he can feel CraveU user's warm breath on his face.

"Sorry, you just looked really kissable right now."

He grins, already rehearsing the "confession" in his head.