"No problem."
"You're happy," Jackson remarked. "Had a good time today?"
Chase nodded. The barbecue itself had been much more fun than he'd thought, and he still had a little energy. Plus... "I just found out that my uncle and family are definitely gone for good."
Jackson's eyes flickered, and he pulled back to watch Chase's face. He looked a bit worried and uncertain how to address that topic.
Chase snaked his arm around Jackson's waist and leaned in to kiss him. "Don't be sad. I'm glad. I already made my peace a long time ago."
"Okay," Jackson murmured. "If you ever need to talk about it..."
Chase chuckled. He didn't have anything more to say about it: it was the last needle in his kit sliding perfectly into the box. It wasn't the dramatic, heart-wrenching conclusion to their family drama he'd always envisioned. It was just the quiet satisfaction of completion. "I think I'll be all right."
"Okay." Jackson wrapped his other arm around Chase, too, and pulled him for a quick, tight hug. "Want to go to bed? I'm beat."
"God, yes," Chase laughed. "You've been looking so hot all day, manning the barbecue..."
Jackson grinned, pulling away from Chase and taking his hand to lead him upstairs. "Have I? Do you like a man with tongs in his hand?"
"Oh, yeah. Except dentists," Chase shivered. "Those aren't sexy tongs..."
Jackson snorted with laughter. "I promise not to become a dentist."
"Good."
Chase pulled Jackson into his bedroom and kicked the door shut, then walked backwards towards the bed, his hands on Jackson's waist. "You should make love to me again."
Jackson's eyebrows flickered up. He walked forward as he was pulled along, his hands rising to cup Chase's cheeks. He pressed a kiss to Chase's lips, then pushed him backwards.
The adrenaline rush of falling through the air only halfway subsided when Chase hit the bed. He moaned his appreciation, grabbing Jackson by the belt loops and jerking to haul him down on top of him.
"Jesus, you're strong," Jackson laughed.
Chase winked. "Stronger than I look, which isn't hard."
Jackson grinned and kissed Chase again, nestling between his legs. They met each other's lips in teasing, gentle kisses, sometimes pulling away to make the other man work for it. The way Jackson smiled made Chase's heart flutter every time.
Finally, Chase grabbed Jackson's back and hip and squirmed under him, trying to get leverage to flip him over.
"What are you-- Oh." Jackson let Chase roll him onto his back, flipping their positions. "Hello, there."
Chase laughed. "Hi." He knelt back, one hand on Jackson's shoulder, and looked Jackson up and down. "You're even hotter from this angle." Jackson's grey t-shirt clung to each curve of his pecs and stretched around his biceps. It had slid up just enough that he could see Jackson's treasure trail across his stomach.
"Thanks," Jackson chuckled quietly. He tugged at Chase's shirt, then started unbuttoning it.
Chase gladly shrugged it off and tossed it aside, then grabbed the hem of Jackson's t-shirt to pull it off. "Mm..." He leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses along Jackson's collarbone and shoulder, then down along his chest. His pecs were so fuckin' firm, Chase just wanted to lick them forever.
Jackson shuddered, his fingers curling into Chase's thigh. Encouraged by this sign, Chase mouthed at his nipple. He circled his tongue around the stiff nub as Jackson's chest heaved.
"Nnh... Chase," Jackson whispered, his voice hoarse. Chase kissed over to his other nipple and Jackson groaned, "Oh, yeah."
Chase smirked, then scooted down the bed, wriggling his way down. He took his time kissing across his stomach and chest. When he reached that beautiful V etched into Jackson's body, he kissed down along his hipbone. He went down along one side of the V to the waistband, then back up the other side.
Jackson was hard by now, straining against his jeans. He kneaded Chase's shoulders to keep himself calm. Chase loved driving him wild with just his lips.
"What have we here?" Chase teased, unbuttoning his jeans and drawing the zipper down. He hauled down the fabric and caught his fingers in the waistband at the same time to pull everything down. He scooted down with the fabric, then awkwardly shoved it down to Jackson's shins so Jackson could kick off the layers of fabric.
"A hell of a boner for you," Jackson answered frankly.
Chase laughed richly, unable to help the grin stretching across his cheeks. "What a compliment."
It was a hell of a boner for him, though. Jackson's cock was twitching, bobbing in the air above his stomach. It looked as huge and delicious as always. It had been so long since Chase got to suck it last.
Chase licked his lips and ran his hand down across Jackson's chest and stomach while mouthing at the base of the erection.
Jackson stifled his grunt, and Chase lipped his way up along the shaft to the head. Then, Chase wrapped his hand around the base of Jackson's shaft and pulled it up to stroke. When he pushed his hand down to the base, his mouth slipped around the head and down the shaft. His lips curled between his teeth and sensitive skin, tongue darting along the salty skin.
"Hnngh!" Jackson moaned, his back arching for a moment before he settled again. "Oh, yeah, you're not wasting time."
"Mm-mm," Chase moaned, though his mouth was full. The warm, velvety weight in his mouth twitched in response and Jackson gasped again. Chase sucked his cheeks in a little more, then drew his lips up towards the head. He swirled his tongue around before pushing his head down again.
One bob of his head at a time, he pulled Jackson along into ecstasy. Chase relished every quiet groan and gasp, every hitch in Jackson's breathing, every twitch of pleasure in Jackson's thighs... Most of all, he loved it when Jackson pushed his hips up for a moment before forcing himself back down.
Chase grabbed Jackson's hand and moved it to the back of his head. He met Jackson's eyes as he swirled his tongue several times along the head.
Jackson groaned and tightened his hand in Chase's hair. He gently pushed him down the shaft towards the base.
Christ, Chase was so hard it almost hurt. He moaned, his eyes flickering half-shut as he breathed carefully. He let Jackson pull him back up the shaft and push him down a couple more times.
Then, Jackson gently nudged his cheek to push his head off his cock. "I don't want to be done already," he laughed. "You're so fuckin' hot."
Chase laughed, then scooted across the bed to grab a condom and lubricant. While he was at it, he fought his own jeans to pull them off and throw them aside so he was naked, too.
Jackson ran his hand up Chase's spine to the back of his neck and pulled him back in against him with a long, slow kiss. Jackson's lips sought out the tip of Chase's tongue, then Chase's lower lip. Jackson sucked sensitive skin until Chase's nerves were just about frayed.
Chase pressed harder against Jackson's lips, demanding a forceful kiss. In response, Jackson kissed hard enough to make Chase moan and pulled him back on top of his body. Jackson's wet cock ground up against Chase's stomach as Chase lay along his body. Jackson thrust his hips once or twice to tease him.
"Hnnh, I want you," Chase gasped against Jackson's lips, blindly grabbing for the lube and wetting his own fingers. He reached behind himself and between his legs, circling his fingers around his own hole.
Jackson's hand pushed in next to his. He swiped the lube from Chase's fingers onto his own. Chase moaned loudly when broad fingertips pressed into him. He relented, grabbing the bed instead to steady himself as Jackson's fingers smoothly slid inside past the tight ring.
"Yes," Chase gasped, thrusting against Jackson's body to grind his own hard cock against Jackson's firm stomach. The two fingers inside him were rubbing against that spot, exactly fucking right. Jackson remembered exactly what speed and pressure made him tick...
Of course he did. Fucking considerate boyfriend. Chase could handle that thought now, though. Unlike the first time they'd fucked, he didn't have that overwhelming pressure in his chest to run away when the focus was on his own pleasure.
No: he wanted Jackson to make him feel good. He deserved to feel good. And Jackson was so good at making that happen...
Chase moaned into Jackson's neck as Jackson wrapped his other arm around his back and ground against him. The warm skin of their chests and stomachs burned from the friction of their naked bodies pressing together.
Even the brushes of Jackson's skin against Chase's nipples made him shiver with pleasure. Those fingers buried deep inside him were the best part. He lost himself for a good minute of hazy pleasure. His cock throbbed and stiffened into an impossibly hard, aching weight with each brush of fingers against his prostate.