by Meg Harding
Chase nudged Jaden’s jaw with his nose till they were eye to eye. “I’m both those things. I’m confident with what I know I’m good at. I’m insecure at things that are new. You, Jaden, definitely fall into the new category. You make me nervous, and I love it.” He kissed Jaden, trailed his tongue over Jaden’s bottom lip, flicked his front teeth.
“Being nervous is a good thing?” asked Jaden when they parted, unable to let this go till he understood it. It felt important.
“This kind of nervous is. It’s the kind you get before something amazing happens. Not the kind you get before a teacher makes you present a paper for ten minutes in front of a class.”
Jaden laughed and Chase captured the sounds with his mouth until laughter gave way to heavy breathing and hitched gasps. Jaden kept one hand on Chase’s shoulder and the other in his hair, holding tight so Chase didn't pull away. His lips were soft and pliant beneath Jaden’s, and it sent a rush of molten lava right to Jaden’s groin. He rocked against Chase’s stomach, tried to get as close as he could.
There was so much he wanted to do. He’d like to spend hours kissing Chase’s lips. And a few more licking every dip in his abdomen. He’d take his time learning the shape of Chase’s cock, with his hands and his mouth and his ass. He really wanted Chase in him. He really wanted to be in Chase.
It was overwhelming.
“Hey, breathe,” said Chase, cupping Jaden’s face between his hands. His breath was warm and smelled of the spearmint gum he liked to chew. “We’ve got all night. And tomorrow morning. And every night until you leave, if that’s what you want.”
Jaden’s heart was going to beat its way right out of his chest. He swallowed the lump that appeared in his throat at the mention of leaving. “I think I’d like that.”
Chase arched one eyebrow. “You think?”
It made Jaden laugh. He bent his neck to kiss Chase again, biting at his lips and then tangling their tongues. “I know,” he said when they surfaced for air. He nuzzled his cheek over Chase’s, his skin tingling at the brush of stubble.
Withdrawing his fingers from Chase’s silky hair, he got his hands under Chase’s shirt, used them to map the silk over steel expanse of Chase’s stomach and chest. Chase twitched when Jaden traveled too far and dug his nails into Chase’s side and scratched. “Ticklish?” asked Jaden, repeating the movement and feeling the way Chase jerked beneath him. Chase released a choked, gasping/laughing noise. Jaden dug in some more.
“Very.” His voice cracked halfway through. Chase pulled Jaden’s hands away with a loose grip on his wrists.
Jaden grinned at him, tilting his head to bite Chase’s razor sharp jawline. “If you take your shirt off, I’ll stop tickling you.”
“Resorting to bribery, huh? I should say I’m not easily bought, but who am I kidding.” Chase let go and reached behind him. He took his shirt off in the way of sexy males everywhere, by yanking it over his head from the back. Jaden tried this way once and got his shirt stuck around his head. While Chase was preoccupied, Jaden tugged his own shirt off like a normal—not sex personified—person.
He looked up to find Chase pouting at him. “What?”
Chase ducked his head and flicked his tongue out to graze over Jaden’s right nipple. “Maybe I wanted to undress you.”
Jaden had to grasp Chase’s shoulders to hold himself steady. “Well, I am still wearing pants. You can take those off.”
Chase urged Jaden up onto his knees, hands at the button on his shorts not even a second later. He shoved them and Jaden’s briefs down at the same time, tangling the clothes around Jaden’s thighs and leaving his cock exposed. He was hard and upright, and his cock smacked his pelvis when it was freed. Chase glanced at him from beneath long lashes, and Jaden slapped a hand over Chase’s mouth before he could speak. “I can see you thinking of a cheesy line. No.”
Chase laughed, and then bit his palm, not at all gently. “You don’t like my lines?” he asked when Jaden uncovered his mouth. “I’m hurt.”
He wasn't even close to hurt. His eyes were full of humor and his lips were quirking at the corners. Jaden traced Chase’s laughter lines with his thumb. His heart skipped a beat. “Maybe I like them a little too much.” He pressed a kiss to Chase’s chin. “Now it’s my turn.” He reached between them—not without copping a feel of Chase’s delicious abdomen on the way down—and popped the button on Chase’s shorts. His own were digging into his thighs, and if he wanted to take their clothes off all the way he would have to move.
It seemed like a lot of effort to unstraddle Chase. Mostly because it involved not touching him for a minute. But the end result was skin to skin, so Jaden needed to suck it up.
Their bottoms ended up in a pile at the foot of the bed, and they wiggled their way to the headboard after. They were pressed together from top to bottom, legs entwined as they used their hands to explore any unchartered skin. Chase held palmfuls of Jaden’s ass, and he was kneading his cheeks, dipping his fingertips teasingly, just barely, into Jaden’s crack and grazing his hole. Jaden moaned into Chase’s mouth, torn between moving forward to obtain friction and backward to encourage Chase to grow bolder.
He was leaking all over their stomachs and he already felt on edge. Just being around Chase did that to him. Jaden nosed along the line of his neck, occasionally pausing to suck on particularly sensitive patches of skin. He could feel every one of Chase’s aroused shudders, and it made his insides burn hot with satisfaction.
“Can I try something?” asked Jaden, cheeks flaming at the thought of what he wanted to do.
“Pretty sure I’m always going to say yes,” said Chase, nuzzling the spot behind Jaden’s ear that made him quiver.
“I like to ask anyway.”
With his hands on Chase’s pecs, he pushed up.
The sight of Chase beneath him, his fit build, skin stretched over muscles that were trembling, and the hazy cast to his eyes, made Jaden’s knees weak and his cock throb, precome pulsing from the slit. He shuffled up Chase’s body, till his legs were spread wide around Chase’s chest and he loomed over him. He brushed his thumb over Chase’s bottom lip and had to gulp in much-needed oxygen when Chase opened his mouth and sucked his thumb in.
“Fuck,” said Jaden breathlessly. “Holy fuck.”
Chase pulled off with a wet suction sound.
Jaden had to quickly grab the base of his cock and squeeze to keep from coming. With Chase it was like he had absolutely no control over his body’s reactions. He had no idea how he would last through what he so badly wanted to do.
Chase ran his hands up Jaden’s thighs, stroked the soft sensitive skin on the inner side. His knuckles grazed Jaden’s balls, and Jaden’s cock jerked in reaction.
Jaden panted and closed his eyes. “I’m trying to calm down here so we can continue. You’re not helping.”
“I’m not?” Chase moved his hands to cup Jaden’s ass and shoved him forward. Jaden opened his eyes. If Jaden let go of his dick, it was going to be lying on Chase’s face. Jaden’s breath hitched. “How about now?” He opened his mouth wide, his lips glistening wet and the tip of his tongue resting on his bottom one.
Out the window. Jaden’s control had just gone right out. He dragged the head of his cock along Chase’s bottom lip, biting his own to try and distract himself from how something so innocuous could feel so fucking good. When he shifted, Chase closed his lips around Jaden and hollowed his cheeks. He had his tongue doing some kind of magic trick, flicking over a spot just under the head of Jaden’s cock that had him seeing stars. His hands were still on Jaden’s ass, and he was back to teasing Jaden into a shaking mess with his fingers.
Which was great, but way distracting.
“Hands up here.”
He entwined their fingers and pressed Chase’s hands into the bed above his head, leaving his torso hunched over Chase and his dick perfectly positioned. He glanced between them, needing to watch. Chase tilted his head back, mouth going slack, and Jaden rocked forward.
Wet heat enveloped him. He could see the bulge of Chase’s cheek where he rested, and he spent a minute indulging in short thrusts that repeated the movement. He’d like to cup Chase’s cheek, feel it from the outside as well as the inside, but he didn't want to let go of Chase’s hands.
Next time. He said there’s going to be a next time.
Jaden would have to make a list of all the things he wanted to do so he didn't forget anything.
The noises Chase made around his cock were slick and obscene. The warm, melty feeling in Jaden’s stomach flooded lower, spreading throughout him. Jaden’s arms shook and his thighs trembled. He pulled out, adjusting his hips to try for a deeper push, but he ended up missing Chase’s mouth on the thrust and leaving a trail of precome glistening on Chase’s cheek. Chase turned his head and pressed a kiss to the side of Jaden’s shaft. He followed it with a light graze of his teeth.
Jaden shuddered over him, going down to his elbows as his arms gave out. “Oh my god,” he said, panted really.
This wasn't Jaden’s first time—obviously—and it wasn’t even the first time with Chase, but it felt like it was. Everything was fresh and new, and he was uncoordinated. It was like being a teenager and losing his virginity all over again (except a million times better). There was the same “oh what the hell am I doing” rush, but Jaden was sure the results were going to blow any prior ones out of the water.
Chase was nuzzling Jaden’s cock and it did things to him. Wonderful, amazing things. He whined when Chase turned his head away. Chase kissed the inside of Jaden’s thigh and rubbed his stubbled jaw over the sensitive skin. “You going to do it?”
Jaden hummed while a tingle raced down his spine. He’d like Chase to do that again. Who knew facial hair could be so great? “Do what?”
“Fuck my throat. That is what you were wanting to do, yeah?”
He said it so bluntly—and Jaden knew this was sex and sex was blunt—it took him by surprise. “Um.” His cheeks were on fire and so were the tips of his ears. “Yeah.” He’d never gotten blown like this before, and it had always been something he wanted to try. There was something about it that felt… dirtier. Rougher. Drew would have never let him do this. But then again, Drew wasn’t big on being the giver period. He said it did nothing for him.
Chase squeezed his hands. “I’m all for it.” He bit Jaden’s thigh hard enough to sting. “Don’t overthink the moment. Or anything else either. I can practically hear the wheels in your brain going round.”
Jaden grimaced. “I’m sorry.”
Chase bit him again, this time on the opposite thigh. “Stop apologizing to me. You’re a tense, in your head, kind of guy. Your brain isn’t going to just shut off. That’s what I’m here for. I’m going to help you stop the cogs for a while, and we’re going to have some fun.”
Jaden nodded, then realized Chase couldn't see him, so he opened his mouth to agree, but all that emerged was a startled yelp immediately followed by a moan as Chase wrapped his lips around Jaden’s cock. Chase didn't waste any time. He tilted his head back, elongating his throat, and his constant stream of needy whines encouraged Jaden to press in, go farther.
Jaden lost it a bit after that. Chase was tight around him, his tongue never stopped moving on Jaden’s shaft, and he was barely using his teeth, but when he did Jaden literally saw black for a second. Soon Jaden was moving without any thought, needing to get closer, feel more. His sac was resting on Chase’s chin, and there was spit everywhere, slicking everything. It was messy and not at all sweet, and Jaden had never been so turned on in his entire life.
Chase shook his hands free, and he rested one on the small of Jaden’s back and the other went to his ass, his fingers landing right on Jaden’s hole. He teased, applying slight pressure with his forefinger. Jaden shook above him, head dropping to the bed and eyes closed tight. He felt like his body would combust there was so much heat in him. Every inch of skin was sensitive, tingling from the rush coursing through him. Chase pressed just the tip of his finger in, shoving Jaden’s hips down so he was in his throat. He swallowed.
Jaden came and came, and he didn't think he was ever going to stop. He couldn't breathe, and he was scared if he opened his eyes this would all be a dream, because surely nothing could be this amazing. But Chase’s hands were on his hips, and he urged Jaden up, moving him to straddle his abdomen. “Look at me, Jaden.”
There was semen on Chase’s lips, around his mouth, and Jaden leaned in, licked at it. Chase groaned and captured his mouth, sliding their tongues together, letting Jaden taste. “I want you to fuck me,” said Jaden, surprising himself with his boldness.
“We should wait till—”
“No. Now,” said Jaden around a mouthful of Chase’s neck.
“What?”
Jaden pulled away and looked Chase in his beautiful green eyes. His pupils had swallowed most of the iris and left nothing but a tiny sliver behind. “I want you to fuck me right now. While I’m extra sensitive and buzzing. I want to come again. I want you to use me and me to use you.” His fingers curled against Chase’s chest. “I want to ride you.”
Chase gaped up at him, blinking slowly. His lips were swollen and red, shiny. “Shit, Jaden,” he said after a long moment. “Holy shit. Yes. I was not… expecting that.” He flailed an arm out for the condoms and lube.
Jaden leaned and stretched his arm as far as it’d go so he didn't have to get up. He managed to snag the necessary supplies and dropped them beside Chase.
He had something else he wanted to try.
Jaden turned around, feeling brazen and brave as he wiggled his ass in front of Chase’s face. To distract Chase from possibly noticing any imperfections—like the mole in the middle of his left buttcheek—Jaden bent his head and licked Chase’s dick from top to bottom. He held Chase’s hips as he tried to roll them forward and sucked Chase into his mouth.
Chase responded by sliding a lube slick finger inside Jaden, quickly followed by a second. Jaden groaned around Chase’s shaft, his stomach heaving as he attempted to draw in air. Chase was stroking him from the inside, scissoring his fingers and… there. Jaden cried out and shuddered. A tiny trickle of come leaked onto Chase’s chest as he massaged Jaden’s prostate.
If Jaden wasn't ready, oh well. He felt ready. He swung around and fumbled with the condom. His hands were unsteady as he rolled it onto Chase, and his thighs weren't going to hold him up long for this. His whole body was one big tremor. Chase held the base of his cock, and Jaden positioned himself.
He slid down.
His mouth dropped open and he made tiny, choked noises the whole way. The stretch was on the right side of pain, just the perfect amount of a little too much. He felt full and stuffed, and he rocked experimentally, clenching around Chase’s thick girth. Palms on Chase’s pecs, he pulled off, and then shoved down.
The breath punched from his chest.
Chase was looking at him like he was the most fascinating person ever.
Jaden moved till he couldn't move anymore, his muscles not having it. And then Chase took over with heavy upward thrusts that had Jaden bouncing on him, each one hammering his prostate. When Chase started to come, he held Jaden tight to him and jerked in short, aborted movements that make Jaden’s teeth rattle and his stomach clench with his own impending release. He could feel Chase’s release, every movement of his cock, and Chase was making the sexiest low grunting noises. That was what pushed Jaden over the edge.
He hunched forward and shot all over Chase’s washboard abs, and then immediately collapsed on him, smearing the both of them with his release. “You’ve killed me,” he gasped. “We definitely need to do that again.”
“We figure out how to shut your brain off?” Chase’s voice was hoarse. He pressed a kiss to Jaden’s forehead.
Jaden buried his face against Chase’s throat. “Who knew all I needed for some mental peace and quiet was your dick?” He held his laughter in until Chase flipped him, fingers digging into his sides for tickle payback.
Chapter 12
There wasn’t an artistic bone in Chase’s entire body. He had the drawing skills of a three-year-old with a crayon and a wall as their canvas. He could, however, draw a mean stick figure. The heads were always out of shape, but he’d been told it was the effort that counted. When it came to painting, he was even worse. He was the child who firmly believed paint belonged on people and not on paper.
Zane was around during the days when Chase was trying to sketch a logo for Healthy Blends, and he’d seen a few of Chase’s attempts for other random things (like the time he volunteered at the community center and got stuck at the art station), so it wasn’t a surprise he was confused as to why Chase was looking for one of those paint and drink classes that were all the rage at the moment.
“Something you want to tell me?” he asked, leaning over Chase’s shoulder, completely unaware of the meaning of personal space.
“Nope.” Chase scrolled past the class in Orlando. Did Google not understand what near Serenity meant? He didn't want to drive forever to take Jaden on this date. He also didn't want to tell Zane he was dating his brother. If Zane hadn’t figured it out on his own, Chase wasn't going to be the person to enlighten him. Especially since this thing with Jaden had an expiration date of a week and a half. He rubbed his chest to try to soothe the ache grinding through it. It had been five days since he’d taken Jaden hiking. Five days of making breakfast together and bringing home takeout for dinner and tumbling into bed where Jaden was no longer hesitant or shy, but a firecracker full of energy and endless curiosity. The other night, Chase let Jaden trace the pale, hardly noticeable surgery scars on his shoulder and thigh.
Jaden started the exploration with his fingers and ended with his tongue.
Chase was in over his head, knew it, and yet couldn't muster up the self-preservation to do a damn thing about it.
So much for not getting attached to things anymore.