Chase grinned. "Sure that's not the forge?" It was hot in here, especially in the dead of August, but he didn't only want to strip down because of that. Watching Jackson's passion come out in every little movement had turned the simmering heat under his skin up to an uncontrollable boil.
"Funny." Jackson sucked in another quiet breath. Chase unbuttoned his jeans, then slid the zipper down. Chase tugged them down a little, then pulled down the waistband. The base of his shaft came into view.
God, he was big.
The full length was well over his hand width, so he gripped the shaft and stroked it. The pink head gleamed. The rounded tip looked deliciously moist from grinding himself off against Chase's hip.
The distinctively salty taste of precome hit his tongue as he leaned in to run the flat of his tongue across the head.
Jackson kneaded his shoulders the whole time. Barely-restrained noises, probably stifled moans slipped through the air.
That was all the encouragement he needed to dip his head and run his tongue tip from shaft to tip, around, and back down again.
The velvety weight in his hand stiffened at the extra attention, going from half-mast to fully erect in almost the blink of an eye. The stiffening under his mouth and the very close-up view were the hottest.
Jackson's thighs tensed and his stomach tightened. His fingertips dug into the flesh of Chase's shoulder. The second time Chase did that, another quiet grunt escaped the back of Jackson's throat. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, biting back whatever words he had.
Chase scooted closer between Jackson's legs and knelt up a little straighter. Oh, the size of this delicious cock! When he licked back up to the head, this time, he closed his lips around the flushed head. He sucked at the sensitive slit for a moment, then kept his lips tight around the shaft. He bobbed his head down.
"Y-Yeah..." Jackson breathed out hoarsely. He kneaded Chase's shoulder rhythmically now. Fingernails dug into Chase's shoulder and he knew he was on the right track.
Chase took in the hot, throbbing shaft easily. He tilted his head just a little further with each inch to make sure it slid across his tongue to the back of his throat. He sucked in his cheeks, bobbing his head back up, then set into a quicker rhythm up and down the shaft.
Jackson's thighs quivered. He slid his hand up from Chases' shoulder to tangle in the hair at the back of Chase's head. He probably so desperately wanted to fuck Chase's mouth, but he stopped himself. His breathing came in short gasps as Chase sucked his cock.
Chase flickered his gaze up Jackson's body for the first time.
Sure, Jackson was stunning normally, but Jackson was indescribably beautiful leaning up against the wall, his legs spread. The back of one hand was on the wall above his own head. His biceps were rippling above his head, and his chest heaved. His gaze was focused on Chase.
"Mmm," Chase moaned around the shaft, flickering his tongue around the head. He teased that sensitive spot underneath the shaft before continuing to draw his mouth up and down.
Jackson growled under his breath. His cock was throbbing, so hot and salty, with just a hint of bitterness. His hips kept moving in the tiniest jerks like he was forcing them back against the wall despite himself. Chase let one hand rest on Jackson's hip and tugged it. He kept his head still and glanced up at him to encourage him to move.
"You sure?"
Chase's eyes narrowed with amusement, but he kept his mouth wrapped around the base of Jackson's cock. His nose was buried in the hair at the base of the shaft. My mouth's a bit full, you.
Jackson's cheeks were red as he pushed his hips forward once, then twice... A few thrusts later, he got into the rhythm of it.
Fuck, the only thing better would be having this hot man grab his cheeks harder. Chase wanted to feel his desperate desire to squirt his passion down Chase's throat...
As Jackson approached the edge, his balls drew tighter and his breathing stuttered more. His hips moved faster and it was harder to breathe.
Chase didn't give a fuck. Jackson was the hottest guy he'd sucked off in years, and he wasn't going to let bodily needs get in his way.
"You – you gotta finish," Jackson whispered moments later. His voice was hoarse and broken with pleasure. "Or else I'm gonna bruise your throat."
Chase nearly laughed, but he managed not to. He just pressed his palm to Jackson's stomach to slam him back against the wall. He aggressively sucked in his lips around the shaft again, bobbing his head up and down. He wanted to give him quick, ruthless enveloping warmth and wetness that he was certain would get Jackson there...
Jackson's groan echoed around the workshop. His hips pushed forward again and stuttered, thighs and stomach clenching. Chase's hand was still pressed against Jackson's chest, and he playfully tweaked Jackson's nipple.
"Y-Yes, oh, fuck, yes!" Jackson grunted. His shaft swelled, then pulsated, and then... quick squirts of that glorious liquid, milky and thick and rich, almost sweet. It was the same baking soda base taste as every other guy, but there was something a little different, too.
Chase's fingertip trailed around Jackson's nipple and played over the nub lightly. "Hnh!" Jackson's whole body shivered with apparently pleasurable overstimulation.
Chase's throat bobbed. He swallowed each splatter of liquid against the back of his tongue and throat. He kept his mouth tight and bobbed his head to ease Jackson through his climax.
When Jackson's hips went still and his breathing started to steady, Chase finally drew his mouth off the softening shaft. Chase knelt back to wipe his mouth and swallow a few more times.
"Oh, Jesus, Chase," Jackson whispered, his eyes wide. His cheeks were still red, his stomach heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
Chase loved that reaction. It was like Jackson didn't take a second of what Chase had done for granted.
"Th-Thanks," Jackson added with a shaky laugh, and Chase laughed, too. How sweet.
He took Jackson's offered hand and rose to his feet. "No problem," he teased.
Already, reality set in again. He was so hard himself, but he could wait 'til he got home. He hadn't meant to be so pushy, to demand Jackson's kisses and his pleasure... Jackson was still staring at him wide-eyed as he tucked his cock back into his jeans.
I just fucked up our friendship, didn't I?
"Uh, I should probably get going..." Chase didn't even fully understand why he had the strong desire to flee; he just did.
"Wait," Jackson murmured as Chase took a step back. He stepped forward to stay close, reaching out to take Chase's hand. "May I please return the favor?"
What? Chase hadn't expected that.
"Uh..."
"I'd like to, if you're okay with it," Jackson added firmly. His gaze flickered between Chase's eyes. The way he watched Chase like he knew him, knew all the fears and worries playing on his mind... It was almost unnerving, but it was blindingly hot at the same time.
Chase swallowed hard. "Okay," he whispered, barely even sure what he was agreeing to. It had been ages since a guy had blown him, longer still since he'd come from it. Fuck, this could be so awkward.
Then again, he'd already taken the most awkward step in their relationship. He'd grabbed Jackson, kissed him, and sucked him off on the spot. Jackson couldn't possibly make things more awkward now.
And... something about Jackson made him feel secure enough to agree to it.
It's like I know him already. That sounds crazy. I can't tell him that.
"You're gorgeous," Jackson whispered. For a moment, Chase saw Antonio from the club the other night. But Jackson was watching him in the light of day – well, of the workshop – and asking him so politely if he could suck him off.
Chase knew he was blushing. He shifted from foot to foot, caught off guard and not sure what to say to that. "Th-Thanks," he laughed. "Glad I give such good head."
"Oh, you do," Jackson marveled. A smile curled his lips as he pressed close to Chase, his hands tracing down Chase's sides. Jackson's hands, when they squeezed his ass, were immensely distracting.
Chase shivered, pressing his thigh into Jackson's leg and grinding against him.
Then, Jackson's hands curled around his upper thighs, right by his ass, lifting him right off his feet.
"Oh, fuck," Chase exclaimed. He grabbed Jackson's shoulders as Jackson carried him across the workshop to the table where he'd been sitting with the portfolio.
Jackson laughed, shoving Chase onto his back on the table. He swept his portfolio book onto the chair. "You like your men big and strong, don't you?" he teased.
"Yeah." Chase's cheeks burned at the memory of Jackson looking at his sketches, then looking back at his own and comparing them to Chase's body. Chase had done the same with his own sketches and Jackson's body...
Even knowing Jackson was into his type, he hadn't known Jackson was into him. And they might have only been casual friends, but this man was a catch.