"Nnh-- hnnh, hah..." Chase panted as best he could as he bobbed his head up and down the shaft awkwardly.
It was sort of the wrong angle, especially now that Chase was hard, but Jackson was determined to make it work. He reached up to grab Chase's thighs and keep him steady, and Chase moaned.
Oh, fuck, the vibrations felt incredible! Jackson treated Chase to a groan in return. Their noises quickly started to come with every bob and suck in an incredible feedback loop.
Chase stumbled now and then, losing his balance over Jackson. Jackson gripped his thighs hard to keep him in place and bobbed his head as best he could from underneath.
When Chase pulled his mouth off Jackson's cock, Jackson gasped around Chase's cock. He pulled his head up, licking rapid circles around the tip.
"Fuck, Jackson, s'too hard to... focus when you – hnnh! When you do that! Christ. Oh, fuck, yes...!" Chase whimpered, his thighs already tensing up and trembling.
It was gonna be easy to see when he was ready to come, at least.
Jackson redoubled his efforts, sucking harder on the tip. He kept swirling his tongue as he twisted his hand up and down the shaft.
Chase's thickness swelled in his hand and between his lips. Then, Chase was coating his throat with sticky, warm passion that Jackson loved swallowing. Each little lick of his tongue as he swallowed made Chase's hips snap forward again. The hard, warm flesh sliding across his tongue was addictive.
"Ohhh, God," Chase whimpered, rubbing his cheek along Jackson's achingly-hard dick. "Oh my god, I didn't warn you, s-sorry... oh, Christ, that's amazing. Don't stop... please..."
Jackson bobbed his head slower now, still maintaining light suction around Chase's shaft. He sucked every little squirt until Chase was dry. He swirled his tongue until it ached, never relenting on his firm grip around the base of Chase's shaft. "Nnh! Oh, hnnh, J-Jackson, I... nnh... mmm..." a series of low moans escaped Chase with each squirt and thrust.
Chase had never come so fast and easily, and Jackson loved it.
Chase shuddered again, his hips pushing forward to slide his softening cock across Jackson's tongue. Then, he let out a long, slow breath. "O-Okay, Christ. That's good. Oh, God, Jackson. Nnh, I'm... That was so good."
Jackson slowly pulled his mouth up and off Chase's shaft. He was grateful that the awkward angle was over, at least. He kissed Chase's thigh and stomach playfully, then carefully rolled Chase until he was on his side.
Chase didn't stay there for longer than two seconds before he scrambled around.
Jackson leaned back, sitting up against the headboard now. His cock stood up straight, the flushed head begging for attention. It was a prickly fire of discomfort, yet extreme arousal. He had to come. He was on the edge and Chase had teased him to the very precipice before pulling away to enjoy his own orgasm.
"Whoa, you can take a sec-- Nnngh!"
Chase knelt between his legs and wrapped his hand around the shaft. He smoothly pushed the head between his lips. The sudden warm wet of Chase's tongue under Jackson's cock head made his whole body pulsate with pleasure.
Jackson grabbed the back of Chase's head and Chase moaned his approval, pulling Jackson's other hand towards his hair, too. With both his hands on the back of Chase's head, it was the hardest thing in the world not to fuck that beautiful mouth.
Chase's lips were already stretched around his thick shaft, his eyes flickering up to meet Jackson's. They were hazy and flushed, especially when he pushed his head down to take Jackson's entire cock into his mouth and throat.
Jackson had seconds, if even that.
"Ch-Chase, I – Chase, I'm gonna... holy shit... don't stop..." Jackson echoed Chase's words from just a minute ago, his eyes squeezing shut. Days of tension were clenching his thighs and stomach and arms. His hands tightened in Chase's hair. Chase swiped his tongue and swirled and moaned, even swallowed his cock down...
Then, blissful blackness and climax. Jackson gasped, his arms and legs tensing with super-strength. He had an absolute focus on Chase, and every bit of how goddamn fucking incredibly sexy he was. His cock tasted incredible, his orgasms were the hottest to witness, and the way he moaned and whimpered uncontrollably when he came...
Chase swallowed hard with each squirt, his hand twisting around the base of Jackson's cock. He swiped his tongue under the head and sucked, bobbing his head just a little. When Jackson cracked his eyes, Chase was watching him with distant, hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. His bedhead hair was even more messy now with Jackson's hands carding through it.
Chase was stunning, and he didn't even know it. Jackson had the air sucked right out of his lungs as he desperately quivered those last few times.
Then, the tension drained from him and Jackson let out long, deep sighs of pleasure. Chase licked him a few more times before pulling back.
They didn't say anything for a few moments. Chase drew himself up to kneel across Jackson's lap and kiss him.
Jackson didn't give a damn that they could taste each other. He just wanted to crush Chase against him, hug him, and maybe sleep with him all day to recover from those mind-blowing climaxes.
"Nnnh," Chase moaned quietly when Jackson's lips caressed his. Their bodies melted together in mutual pleasure.
Finally, Jackson pulled back for breath. "Christ, Chase. 69ing is supposed to be awkward, not the hottest thing I've ever done."
Chase pulled back and laughed loudly, his cheeks still flushed with pleasure.
Jackson let his hand run down Chase's chest, his fingers tracing his tattoo across his pec and then his bare stomach. He touched Chase's smooth, colorful arms as Chase rested against him.
Jackson pressed his face into Chase's neck and murmured, "We gotta shower before you get to work."
"Oh, don't remind me of work," Chase mumbled. "I was just planning round two."
Jackson chuckled deeply and ran his hand down Chase's back to cup that cute little ass. "It'll give you more time to daydream about next time."
"Mm. Perfect." Chase finally peeled himself away from Jackson, reaching out to pull Jackson to his feet as well. They headed for the master bedroom shower.
Jackson's mind turned slowly over everything. There was the barbecue this weekend where he had to play nicely with the neighbors. Chase's ongoing situation where he couldn't just beat the crap out of his shitty uncle sucked, too. There was a lot to think about the fine balance they were walking between unhealthy habits and a possible new future...
Perhaps it was just the hormones flooding his whole body, but warmth burned in his bones long before he stepped into the shower. It was a glow of satisfaction; nothing bothered him so long as Chase was squeezing into his shower stall alongside him. Chase was still joking and flirting until Jackson's cheeks hurt from smiling.
This hadn't been a mistake at all.
Chapter 30
Chase
Morning shift week always sucked, but the first few mornings went surprisingly well. Chase still had that edge of tension every time the shop door rattled. He also knew he had the upper ground while he was at his own workplace.
On Wednesday, just before lunchtime, something prickled along the back of his neck. He jerked his head up sharply from his phone and pocketed it on instinct.
It wasn't a customer approaching the door, though. He'd know that silhouette anywhere.
The door rattled as Jerry entered. They locked eyes. Chase shuddered with anticipation as the words dripped from Jerry's lips.
"There you are."
Despite the shiver that ran down his spine, Chase stood tall this time. If his hands shook, his clenched fists hid it. "It's not hide and seek. I just don't want you talking to me."
"But I'm not done talking to you, young man."
He was eight again and he'd been caught taking the Lord's name in vain. Jerry was making him read Bible verses until his mouth was parched and he begged Father Williams for forgiveness.
He was thirteen and he'd been caught watching Matthew get changed at summer camp. Jerry was taking him behind the shed to slap him until he begged God for forgiveness.
He was reeling from coming out to his family. Jerry had taken him outside, reassuring his parents that he'd "deal with the situation" while wearing that look...
No. He wasn't.
"I don't care if you're not done," Chase snapped. "You don't own me anymore, and you never did."
"Where's the Charlie boy we once knew?" Chase wasn't fooled by the cadence of Jerry's voice for a second. He knew what his uncle was capable of, and it wasn't happening again.
He was alone in the shop. Floyd wasn't due to join him until three, and Jackson was at work. It was just him and Jerry.
"We miss you. Luke misses you especially. He gave me a letter for you."
Jerry started to approach, but Chase held out a hand to make him stop. When Jerry did, Chase stood a little straighter. The gesture had worked.