"Come for me, Chase. I can feel every bone in your body wanting to," Jackson moaned into Chase's ear. He kissed along his jaw and neck again. He sucked on Chase's neck, then tweaked Chase's nipple.
"Yes!" Chase grunted, grinding his hard cock between their bodies with each hard thrust. "Yes... yes..." He could barely seem to breathe, and Jackson fucking loved having so much effect on him.
His body was tightening again, and Jackson felt like perhaps this was the final moment...
It was.
Chase clenched hard around him and arched clear off the bed. His cock, trapped between their bodies, squirted hard, fast jets of passion between their stomachs. Chase's head rolled back. "Yes...! Jackson!" he moaned one last time. He subsided into a series of grunts, whimpers, and precious, fucking hot moans. His body clenched and quivered and writhed against the sheets.
His tightness milked Jackson's throbbing cock until Jackson felt his own balls draw tight. That was all the warning he had.
"Christ!" Jackson gasped at how fast and hard it was about to hit him, then stifled his moan in Chase's neck. He buried his face in Chase's shoulder as his cock plunged deep within Chase. It pulsed its own stream of wet pleasure with each unconscious, relentless thrust of his hips.
"Oh, God, yes," Chase gasped. "Come, Jackson. That's it, baby. Fuck, you're so good... so good..." His hands ran up and down Jackson's back. The extra stimulation overloaded Jackson's nerves in the most pleasurable ways.
"Ohhh," Jackson groaned. He slowed, then stopped thrusting once he felt the last few drops trickle out. His cock started to twitch and soften again. He pulled gently out of Chase but stayed blanketing him with his weight.
Chase turned his head to kiss Jackson a few times as Jackson tried to catch his breath.
His head spun. All he could still feel or hear or see was the beautiful, tattooed man writhing under him. Chase let him hear every single second of pleasure that had raced through him.
As if Jackson hadn't known already, this wasn't just a passing fancy. He had utterly fallen for Chase, and his heart clenched with worry about how Chase was going to react to his next suggestion.
He rolled onto his side and cuddled into Chase, not even bothering to take off the condom just yet. He was too interested in running his hand up along that smooth chest to caress Chase's cheek.
"Hi." Chase cupped his cheek in return. Those eyes that had been hazy and distant were bright with pleasure and interest again.
Jackson smiled. Chase had such a beautiful little sense of humor. "Hi," he answered.
"You're about ten times sexier than I imagined, and believe me... it was pretty hot in my shower already."
Jackson burst out laughing now. "I... Thank you."
"You're welcome." Chase winked. "It'll be even hotter now, though."
Jackson roughly pulled Chase against him to hug him, rolling onto his back so Chase lay against his chest. He didn't give a fuck that they needed to wash up sooner or later... this was more important.
Chase easily moved with him and flopped along him. He pressed his cheek into Jackson's shoulder and hugged around his shoulders as much as he could. Jackson gently kissed him, and Chase lifted his head to return the kiss.
"You are so goddamn beautiful," Jackson murmured. "Sorry, I know I keep saying it, but... I just wanna make sure you know."
This time, instead of the flippant acceptance, Chase gazed into Jackson's eyes, and... were his eyes a little wetter than normal? Oh, shit. No... wait. He's not crying. Phew.
Chase blinked and shook his head, a fond smile on his lips. "Thank you. I don't usually hear that after sex."
"Well, I mean it," Jackson murmured. "Any man would be lucky to have you."
There it was again: the nervousness, like a skittish animal in his arms. Chase didn't pull away or run, though. He just paused, then settled against Jackson. "I wanted to talk about that."
"Mmhmm?" Jackson carded his fingers through Chase's hair, waiting to see what he had to say.
Chase winced. "This probably isn't the moment," he murmured, "but I wanted to tell you: I hooked up with some guy at a bar yesterday."
Ouch. Jackson swallowed hard but tried to reserve his judgment instead of leaping to conclusions like he always did. If he had one fault, it was hotheadedness, and he wasn't going to let it fuck up a promising relationship.
They weren't exclusive. Therefore, no fault.
"Okay."
Chase breathed out a sigh, relaxing when Jackson didn't snap at him. "It... it didn't go too well. I realized I can't... I don't want to... just hook up anymore. I don't want just any guy around."
Was he saying what Jackson hoped...?
Jackson swallowed hard, resisting the urge to cross his fingers. "So?" he asked, letting Chase tell him instead of assuming.
"So I want to... to date you. Just you."
Oh my God. Jackson grinned. He knew his face gave away his answer already, but he couldn't change that much of himself. Open book or not, Chase seemed to like that about him. "Really?"
Chase smiled sheepishly. "Yeah."
"All it took was one douche? I hope he wasn't too much of a douche. I can go intimidate him."
Chase laughed and shook his head. "I don't give a crap about him. It just helped me realize that I wanna try dating you. I haven't dated anyone in a while, so I might be really bad at being a boyfriend, but..."
"That's fine," Jackson assured him. "I haven't, either. I don't think there's any rulebook."
"Good. I'm bad at rules."
Jackson smirked and kissed Chase. "Hi, then, boyfriend."
He wished he could have photographed the look of joy that spread across Chase's face. "Hi." Chase was clearly trying not to be too enthusiastic and it was utterly failing. It made Jackson laugh.
"Wha'?"
"Nothing," Jackson chuckled, caressing Chase's cheek.
"I – I should head home for the night, though. I got work early tomorrow... and all week. And I should go to fencing, since I'm paying for classes, for some reason," Chase laughed.
Jackson groaned. "Classes and more overtime?"
"Yeah," Chase mumbled, sighing as he kissed Jackson once more. "But I can show off my hickey to everyone."
Jackson smirked. "You can leave some for me, too, sometime."
"I will," Chase winked.
He has to get up and go now, Jackson reminded himself. Of course, the logical thing to do was kiss him so well that he'd forget he had to leave.
Chase's lips caressed his own as Chase's lashes flickered closed and their noses bumped. Though Jackson was cooling off now, the warmth of Chase's slight body against his own was a treat.
This was his favorite part, and it looked like Chase wasn't opposed to it, either.
Minutes later, their hands in each other's hair and lips still brushing gently, Chase groaned. "Okay, I really gotta go."
Jackson snickered. "Fine," he murmured and kissed Chase just once more before letting go of him.
There was a companionable silence between them now. They cleaned up and dressed, still touching and kissing at every opportunity.
"I think you're trying to lure me into staying here," Chase finally accused him. He was beaming as he leaned into Jackson while they stood in the middle of the bedroom.
Jackson wrapped his arms around Chase's waist to sway lightly with him. He was lovely to hug. "Maybe."
"S'not gonna work this time. Maybe next time."
"Okay." Jackson kissed the back of Chase's neck and let go, then reached out to open the door for him. "I'll keep trying."
Chase's laughs were lighthearted now, his smile bright. He sauntered downstairs, followed by Jackson, to collect his shoes at the door.
Then, Chase reached out to grab Jackson's t-shirt and pull him in for one more good, slow kiss. "I'll see you soon, hm? After this week."
"God, that'll feel like forever," Jackson lamented. He hugged Chase close and kissed him back. "Whenever you're free."
"Soon as I can be free," Chase promised, his voice so sincere. "And Jackson?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for being so patient with me." Chase's gaze flickered between Jackson's eyes, some unguarded emotion on his face that Jackson couldn't place yet.
Jackson just wanted to pull him in for another rough hug. Whatever was on Chase's mind, he'd learn it someday and it would no doubt make him angry then. Instead, for now, he ran his hand back through Chase's hair affectionately. "No problem. That's what boyfriends are for, huh?"
The moment he heard the word, Chase grinned again. "Yeah," he agreed. He leaned in for one more peck before he pulled open the door. "See you, Jackson."
"Bye." Jackson leaned in the door, watching Chase walk down the path to the sidewalk. He leaned his head against the edge of the open door, pleasure still thrumming through his body.