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"Wha--"

"Come on me," Chase whispered, glancing down to the sticky mess he'd  already left on himself. He wanted Jackson to leave his mark, too. "You  like doing that? Otherwise I can suck you off..." He could still hardly  breathe. He wanted Jackson to fall into the same all-consuming bliss.

He wanted Jackson to hold him close, wrap him in those strong arms all night.

"Fuck, you're incredible," Jackson whispered yet again. After the condom  came off, he scooted back across Chase. Jackson closed his hand around  himself to stroke hard. "I'm almost there. Just watching you  –  Christ, I  could watch just your orgasm face all day..."

Chase grinned breathlessly, then moaned long and low with satisfaction. Bliss sank into him already. "C'mon, baby. Your turn."

"Y-Yeah," Jackson grunted, that hand twisting around the head as he  fucked his own fist. The gleaming head pointed right at Chase's chest  and stomach...

And then Chase's body was coated in their shared passion as Jackson thrust forward hard.

Deep groans of pleasure escaped his throat. Jackson thought Chase was  noisy, but he had no idea how noisy he was, too. Chase grinned as he  watched, licking his lips. He pushed himself up a little more to stick  his tongue out and let a little splatter across his mouth and tongue.

"Oh, Christ," Jackson moaned breathlessly at the sight, unable to look  away. He milked every last drop, then continued to stroke slower and  softer. Once he began to soften, his breathing evened out. His eyes went  from hazy to clearer again as he glanced up to meet Chase's gaze.

"Hello," Chase teased when he saw Jackson tune into the moment again. It  seemed to make Jackson laugh, and now was no exception. He wiped his  mouth off and swallowed. "You've been saving all that for me?"

Jackson was already red and sweaty with exertion and the bliss of  climax. If possible, he blushed a little more. Maybe it was just an  extra bashful curve to his mouth. "You've got a fuckin' dirty mouth."

"Says Mr. 'Come for Me Hands-Free'," Chase laughed.

Jackson grinned broadly. "It worked, though, hm?" He scooted down the  bed again and shifted carefully onto his side, then patted Chase's  stomach. "You wanna clean that off first?"

Chase shook his head. "I wanna kiss you first. If you don't mind tasting yours-hnnh!"

Jackson's warm mouth was already on his. His lips gently caressed Chase's as his hand ran down Chase's side.

His eyes were closed, so Chase let his own lashes flutter shut and  pressed forward into the kiss. Their noses bumped and their soft cocks  touched as their knees tangled with each other's. Chase's hand ran down  Jackson's muscled chest and stomach, then over his hip.

Chase finally pulled back and murmured, "Now you can get me a cloth or something."

"Okay." Jackson laughed quietly to himself. The affectionate look he  shot him as he climbed out of bed made Chase tingle all over again.

It was the easiest thing in the world to clean up and climb under the  covers with Jackson. Chase was groggy within minutes, his back pressed  to the chest of the man who'd wrapped himself around his body and his  heart. Jackson was a furnace, which was perfect since he was usually  cold at night.

He thought he heard Jackson say good night. Chase barely managed to murmur it himself before he was out like a light.





Chapter 23


Chase


As Chase slowly stretched, cozying up into the sheets, the first  expression on his face was a smile. He smelled bacon. Jackson was up and  making breakfast.

Oh, man, and today was a day off!         

     



 

Normally he'd have slept in, but Chase was already wide awake from  excitement. He could maybe invite Jackson over. He'd have to see if  Jackson planned to work that day or not. Spending the day catching up  with him would be... wonderful.

He crawled out of bed and washed his face, stealing a bit of toothpaste  on his finger to freshen up. He'd have to leave a toothbrush over at  Jackson's from now on.

Even that thought excited him.

Once Chase was looking cute enough to be presentable, he headed downstairs.

Jackson was singing under his breath as he checked the bacon and whisked  a fork in a hot pan to scramble eggs. "Duh dum... cure this overload...  won't you help me cure, duh dum duh duh..."

"Good morning."

"Whoa!" Jackson jumped and spun to look at Chase, then laughed. "Ninja."

"I walk like... the night." Chase winked and came around the corner to  kiss Jackson. "Need a hand? I'll set the table. I didn't know you were a  singer."

Jackson cringed. "I'm really not."

"You sounded all right for an amateur," Chase teased. "I'm no better though."

"I'm nearly done."

When Jackson delivered a plate of food, Chase lit up with excitement.  Eggs, bacon, toast, maple beans, and best of all, waffles. "You have a  waffle iron?"

"Of course I have a waffle iron," Jackson grinned. "It's a household essential."

"I'm surprised you don't just barbecue them."

"I've never tried using one on a barbecue..." Jackson looked thoughtful. "I can do pancakes..."

Chase laughed and dug into his food eagerly. They were both quiet for  the first few minutes as they satisfied their hunger. Now and then,  Chase glanced up. Jackson's broad frame was silhouetted by the sunlight  through the kitchen windows.

He was so lucky.

"I'll walk you home, at least," Jackson told him once their plates were  clear and the dishes were in the dishwasher. "I don't have to work  today..."

"Really?"

"It's already mid-morning. Half the work day is gone," Jackson laughed.

Chase groaned. "Disgusting. You're an early riser? I don't know about this."

"Always have been. I noticed you sleep in... but that gives me time to cook breakfast."

"Two in one: extra sleep and breakfast. Works for me," Chase shrugged.  "And... if you're off today, you could come home with me..."

Jackson brightened up. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Chase grinned and headed to the door to tug on his sweater and shoes.  "Then you're more than welcome. You can come over any time."

"Any time at all?"

"Yeah," Chase smiled, his heart lightening. No chance he'd have some  other guy over anymore. Early days yet, but he liked it this way.

"Okay."

They walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, loosely swinging their  hands. It was a comfortable silence now. Together, they enjoyed the  warmth of the sun beating down on them already. Early August afternoons  were pleasant here. It wasn't the terrible, humid Toronto heat Chase was  used to.

"You live in this building?"

The affirmative response died in Chase's throat. He stumbled to a halt  when they rounded the corner of his apartment building. He dropped  Jackson's hand, his hands curling into fists.

A short, stocky man was leaning on the railing outside the apartment building front door.

No.

Chase would know him anywhere.

Before Chase could flee, his uncle Jerry's eyes flickered towards them. He jerked his chin, then approached.

Chase was frozen on the spot, his breathing quick and harsh. He still  remembered the words and more that had come from his own flesh and  blood. Jerry had taken it upon himself to fix him the only way he knew  how: by a good kicking.

For his own good, of course. Because other people would do worse to him if he kept on this path.

Well, years later, nobody had, but Jerry still made him shake on the  spot. His brain screamed at him to do something  –  anything  –  anything at  all, but he couldn't even speak.

Then, Jackson's body shielded him. He'd never been more grateful for  Jackson's broad, tall figure. His boyfriend stepped between them.

Chase was almost stuck in his own head, waging war against his body to  move or his lips to part so he could shout something at Jerry. His  hearing was faint, but he picked up on Jackson anyway.

"Who are you?"

"I ought to ask you the same." The deep rumble of Jerry's voice made  Chase's stomach turn. He wanted to shove Jackson away and tell him to  fuckin' run, but it was all he could do to breathe. "I'm Charlie's  uncle."

Jackson glanced back at Chase, and Chase managed to make eye contact.  The look was silent but easy to read: Do you want him here?         

     



 

Wetting his lips, Chase shook his head slightly. He could move his arms  now. He wrapped them around himself for a moment. He reminded himself  that he was here, now, months later. Safe.

Sheltered by Jackson, he was safe.

Jackson looked back at Jerry, and even his aura was intimidating now as  his shoulders rose. "Well, he doesn't want you here. Have a nice day."

Christ, Jackson was calm and Chase felt even more like a scared little  wimp. They'd been right. He was all those things his parents had told  him, and Jerry had shouted as the iron tang of blood shriveled his  tongue... His feet came loose, too. Though his whole body shook with the  invisible pains along his ribs and legs and face, he moved out to look  at Jerry.