"And good with their hands?" Jackson cupped his bulge through denim, his strong palm rubbing along the hardened shaft.
Chase rolled his head back with a moan of need. His toes curled into his shoes as he hooked his legs around the legs of the table.
Jackson crouched over him. He leaned across the table, bracing one strong arm over his head to kiss him hard.
In response, Chase grabbed Jackson's cheeks and pulled him closer. Their lips melded once more into a smooth, erotic dance of warm skin teasing skin. Jackson's kisses made his skin light up. Every nerve ending was suddenly more sensitive to Jackson's nipples brushing his own, or Jackson's hand wandering up his stomach...
"Oh, my – oh my God," Chase moaned, his cock aching. His head spun at what it was like to be touched and cherished, and not just in the moments before getting fucked. If Jackson could do that again already, he'd was a miracle or he was lying about his age.
But Jackson wasn't out for pleasure for himself. The thought was nearly overwhelming. Chase let go of Jackson, thrilled that Jackson kept kissing him in rough, wet, open-mouthed kisses. He ran his hands up over Jackson's rippling arms and down his back. Jackson's body was warm and pleasurable against his needy erection, but it wasn't enough.
"Oh, God, please," Chase moaned. Jackson slid a little further away, kissing his way – tortuously slow – down Chase's body. Chase squirmed against the table. He wished those lips were wrapping around his bare nipple or pressed against bare skin... Jackson teased him through his shirt, all the way down to his stomach.
Jackson crouched over his groin. He raised his hips to let Jackson unbutton his jeans and slide them down to his thighs. His cock popped free in the warm air, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation.
Roughened fingers still slid up under his shirt this time, feeling him up just as he'd touched Jackson in the heat of the moment. Unlike Chase had done, Jackson didn't tease him, though.
A hot, almost unbearably stimulating mouth closed around the tip of his cock. Then, Chase was enveloped by that same wet heat all the way down his shaft. His whole body throbbed and thrummed with desire. "Y-Yes...!"
Jackson groaned quietly. The vibrations sent little shivers through Chase's thighs as he braced his feet around the edge of the table legs. It kept him almost flat on the table... Almost. Not so he couldn't push up once or twice between those supple, smooth lips, though.
It was impossible to hold out for long under this attention. The wet heat sucking tightly around his sensitive skin was hard to handle. Then, Jackson pulled his head back to rub the rest of the shaft with one hand and firmly suck the tip...
Yet Chase couldn't quite finish, still so wrapped up in his own anxiety and inexperience. His heart pounded and his chest heaved for breath. It was like he was hanging on the precipice. His whole body quivered or flinched every time Jackson's touch ignited nerves along his skin or made his stomach tense. But he couldn't quite get there.
His chest pounded harder and harder with nameless worries, even as his body still quivered on that knife's edge of need. A couple of minutes of torture later, he whispered, "Christ, I might – I might take a while..."
Jackson sucked his mouth off the length and licked it as he whispered, "That's all right." His voice rumbled in a deep, desiring growl. "I got all night."
Oh, fuck, of course he was patient and sweet and so fucking hot...
And he sounded like he'd meant it. Chase relaxed against the table again, sharply moaning when Jackson's wet mouth enveloped him again.
This time, within minutes, he felt tingles building under his skin. The electric chills were so welcome. He relished them, grinning as he rolled his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. As his cock twitched, his muscles quivering, he clenched his hand around Jackson's shoulder. "Nnh...! Oh, J-Jackson...! Yes!"
Jackson's warm wetness was enough to take him over the edge. Jackson kept bobbing his head as Chase unconsciously thrust his hips. Chase opened his eyes enough to hazily watch... and Jackson was watching him like the most beautiful thing he'd ever had on his workshop table.
Chase's cheeks were already flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Oh, man," he whispered as Jackson pulled his head up and swallowed again. It was a good thing he was sprawled across the table. He felt utterly boneless for the few moments it took to pull himself together.
Then, he grunted and hauled himself up again. He sat up straight, unhooking his feet from around the table legs to pull his jeans up again. "Okay, I better head out now, then. See you soon, yeah?"
Jackson stood back to allow him space to pass, smiling. He seemed sincere as he nodded. "See you soon."
Chase's hands shook as he pulled the workshop door shut behind himself. He walked down the dirt driveway to the sidewalk and shoved them into his pockets.
What have I done?
That familiar pit of self-loathing was gone. This time... he felt good, and he wasn't sure how to handle it.
Chapter 14
Jackson
By Friday, two days later, Jackson was still thinking about Chase. That gorgeous, intense, sweet man who'd writhed in pleasure on his workshop table wouldn't get out of his mind.
He'd told himself he was looking for a boyfriend, not a hookup, but that...
That had been good.
He didn't try to fool himself into thinking it would be that good with some other random guy, though. It never had been before.
No. This was about Chase. Somehow, Jackson was already crushing on Chase a lot harder than he'd thought... and it was mutual! Why hadn't he picked up on it before?
He'd been excited when the cool, out-of-town artist had agreed to meet up with him for the first time for coffee. And when they'd agreed to make it a regular thing. And each time he'd spotted Chase waiting for him at the coffee shop table.
After flirting at the art show, Jackson had just backed off because... well... he didn't have a good reason, really. He'd just focused on work instead, and renovations, and everything but dating.
Had Chase been harboring the same quiet flame all along? Maybe that was projecting his own feelings. Chase might not even want more than a one-time hookup.
That actually worried Jackson. Chase was acting weird. He hadn't texted Jackson in the last few days, and he'd definitely run away after their hookup. Jackson had let him go. Chase's emotions might play havoc with him if he had some kind of awful ex stuff going on, after all. Now he wondered if he should have asked Chase to stay and talk it out.
But man, if he could hand over the perfect finished sword and win Chase's heart... He allowed himself a romantic daydream or two as he threw everything into finishing those railings for Cam's house.
That weekend, Cameron was out at Noah's being lovey-dovey, which was perfect timing. With Thomas's help, he used his spare key to get into Cameron's house and haul the last few pieces inside. They were spending Saturday afternoon installing them.
Thomas seemed to enjoy sawing through the old posts. They worked a section at a time to pull out the crappy old wooden railings and balusters. Then, they hauled up a section of the new wrought iron ones to install.
It was hard work. By the time they'd worked their way down to the last section along the stairs, Thomas was worn out. "I'm gonna grab a breather."
"Getting hot in here, isn't it? We need AC," Jackson laughed. "You go get fresh air."
Once Thomas was out, he went about testing the railings and measuring. He made sure everything was flawlessly installed while his mind wandered again to Chase.
Thomas came back in a minute later. "Someone here to see you," he told Jackson, his lips tugging up in a little smile.
"Oh?" Jackson wasn't expecting anyone. He knew who he hoped it was, but it probably wasn't. "We're done here once we clean up all the shavings and polish the railings..."
"We can do that tomorrow," Thomas laughed. "I'm done and you should be, too."
Jackson grinned and rose to his feet to head for the front door. "Yes, boss. Lock up?"
"Yep."
When Jackson headed down Cameron's driveway, he saw what Thomas meant.
Chase was hanging around his front door, kicking the step as he turned this way and that. Even from a distance, he looked nervous... but cute.
Always cute.
"Hey," Jackson greeted with a broad smile. "How are you doing?"
"Um, good," Chase answered. He didn't smile back yet, stress lines around his eyes. His hands were tucked into his pockets, his body swaying a little from side to side. "Can we talk for a bit?"
He was breathing heavily, his lips swollen and his eyes dark and fixed right on Jackson.
Does he want to hook up again? A moment of annoyance flashed through Jackson: it would be hard to say no, but he wouldn't agree to a string of booty calls. Even if it was Chase. Probably.