Then, he somehow pulled himself out of the moment and moaned. "Okay, you keep your hands to yourself," he murmured, breathing out heavily as Jackson's fingers slid out. "Jesus Christ. Give me a chance to ride you before making me come."
Jackson's chuckle was deep but unapologetic. Chase grabbed the condom and tore it open. He pinched the tip and smoothly slid it down over that huge shaft before guiding the tip to his entrance.
He sat back and down slowly, kneeling upright now and spreading his knees to brace himself. As the hot weight slid in, filling him inch by inch, he rolled his head back. "Hnnh... yes, that's good," he moaned to himself. Jackson's nails bit into his hipbones. The sparks of pain sent tingles of pleasure through his stomach.
Chase's whole body tightened and twitched with pleasure, heating up instantly at the thick weight inside him. Jackson filled every inch of him. Taking him in at his own pace made his body ripple with pleasurable shivers. "Yes...!"
"Oh, yeah, baby," Jackson groaned his agreement. "You always feel so good."
Chase licked his lips, catching his breath. He made himself breathe out deeply as he settled down onto the base of Jackson's cock, his body shivering again. "So do you. You fill me right up. You're fuckin' big."
"I love that you can handle it all," Jackson gasped. "Come on. Ride me, Chase."
Chase grinned and leaned forward, his knees pressing into the mattress hard. He grabbed Jackson's shoulder with one hand and his hip with the other. He pulled his body up and rocked down again, taking a few thrusts to figure out his routine and angle.
When he found his balance, Chase set into a faster pace, pushing himself down and fucking himself on Jackson with all the energy he could muster. "Oh, yeah, Jackson," he gasped. "I'm nowhere near strong enough to do this the whole time, though..."
Jackson chuckled deeply, reaching around to cheekily slap his ass. "Let me know when it's just too much," he winked.
Chase grinned breathlessly. He rolled his head back with another throaty moan at the angle that thick cock head slid across his prostate. It ignited shivers of pleasurable heat that shot through his every limb, tingling from head to toe.
He lost himself in gasps and groans. Every small noise of approval and appreciation spilled from his lips in a chorus of pleasure. Jackson echoed him in sharp groans when he thrust particularly hard or clenched involuntarily around him in pleasure.
The haze of pleasure settled so thickly around him that within minutes, his pace was slowing. His heart pounded, sweat beading his brow as his arms and legs ached from the new and different angle. "Baby--"
Jackson grabbed his shoulder and hip, gently rolling them over. Chase wrapped his legs around Jackson's waist. With Jackson's weight blanketing him, his body pressed into the cool sheets underneath. Chase moaned his approval. "Yes... Jackson, please..."
"Please what?"
"Hard and fast," Chase begged. His body sparked with every little brush of Jackson's broad chest as Jackson's body surged against his. His boyfriend drove deep into him, making them both arch and moan in simultaneous pleasure.
He twitched and shivered again at Jackson's hand brushing down his chest and stomach to wrap around his throbbing cock. The ache of arousal burned through every fiber of his body. He gasped and shivered again at the sensitivity. That quickly settled into the pulsating rhythm of desire that thrummed through his body with every thrust of Jackson's hips.
Chase was too lost in the moment to be anxious or self-conscious, to worry or daydream... Jackson was all that consumed his every thought.
He loved being with this man. He wanted to explore every fuckin' position with him until he had the stamina to ride him all night long. He wanted to hold him in the nights and tease him in the mornings, shower with him and cook him lunch...
He wanted to be Jackson's, utterly and completely.
Christ, Chase was in love. The way Jackson watched him told him he wasn't the only one. Jackson's eyes were wide and fixed on Chase's expressions. His gaze was tender as he watched Chase's every reaction to milk every last drop of pleasure out of him...
"Oh, fuck, I can't-- I'm abou-- Jackson..." Chase panted, his eyes sliding closed for a moment as he arched against Jackson. Heat surged from deep within his belly and spilled out. His muscles seized and legs clenched hard around Jackson's firm body.
And he was coming, spilling into the blissful oblivion. He had just enough presence to feel Jackson's thrusts shudder and become hard and irregular. Jackson groaned hard.
Chase peeked at Jackson's pleasure-wracked face as Jackson drove into him. He clenched around Jackson, squeezing every last drop out of him as Jackson jerked his cock firmly and brought him through these seconds of bliss.
"Chase," Jackson gasped, looking almost like he wanted to say something. He bit his tongue and groaned instead, the sound a deep, guttural moan of pleasure.
"Yeah, babe," Chase moaned, twitching as the last few drops of pleasure trickled from his cock and Jackson let go of him. "Me, too."
Jackson smothered him with kisses until Chase laughed, leaning up into every kiss. Jackson softened and slid out of him but they kept kissing. Sometimes their lips didn't meet each other's, but landed on cheeks or noses or chins. It made no difference.
Chase's whole body burned with pleasure, tingles of pleasure still running through his fingertips and toes. He shivered and rolled onto his side when Jackson pulled him in, finally burying his face in Jackson's shoulder.
"You're incredible," Jackson whispered. They both breathed hard, and Chase desperately tried to catch his breath.
"You, too," Chase murmured. "I've never... had anyone like you."
"Yeah," Jackson whispered. His voice was a little off. "I know the feeling."
Chase pulled back to look Jackson in the eye. "Hm?"
Jackson swallowed, then cupped Chase's face. "You're... I know this is early, but I love you. You don't have to--"
"I love you," Chase told him, loud and firm. He was certain of that. "It might be stupid, but I do."
Jackson's eyebrows rose, the surprise easy to read on his face. "Yeah? I felt a bit stupid too..."
"Fuck everyone who says you have to follow some schedule." Chase ran a finger along Jackson's side, then traced his ribs one at a time around his side to his spine. "I've dated guys for months and never felt half of what I have with you."
Jackson nodded slowly. "I didn't want to pressure you, but I felt it... so soon."
"Me, too," Chase smiled, and Jackson's eyes brightened in response. "We've known each other for ages anyway."
"Months isn't ages," Jackson snorted.
"It is," Chase clicked his tongue, and shut up Jackson's response with a kiss. "Anyway, you said it yourself. You can know you wanna spend your life with someone within weeks. As long as you have the same approach to a relationship."
Jackson was smiling, a teasing amusement glinting in his eyes. "Where's the cynic who told me the other guy could be lying about himself?"
"Well, if you are lying about being a good guy, you're a fuckin' nice bad guy," Chase snorted. "Which makes you a good guy anyway."
Jackson laughed, the sound carrying in the bedroom. He rolled onto his back and rubbed his face. "I... Okay."
Chase grinned. "Let me have that one."
"Okay, okay," Jackson laughed. He wrapped his arm around Chase and pulled him in close. "You're so stubborn you could headbutt a mountain out of the way."
"There's a testimonial. I like that one," Chase hummed, resting his head on Jackson's shoulder. It was true: the only reason he'd gotten this far was from sheer defiance.
It was kind of nice to let go of that now and then, though, and Jackson was incredible at easing his defenses down for his own good.
Chase hummed, closing his eyes for a moment as they cooled off and recovered together.
So stubborn, Chase thought again, his lips quirking into a little smile. I like that a lot.
"There's one more thing," Jackson murmured. "But we have to get up for it."
Chase moaned at the prospect of pulling away from Jackson. "Not yet."
"Not yet," Jackson agreed, and lapsed into silence once more as they held each other. They were sticky and exhausted, but they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Jackson's hand still rubbed along his chest or side or back. Chase rubbed his thumb in slow circles along Jackson's ribs.
This, right here, was heaven.
Chapter 36
Jackson
"So, I might not have been completely honest..."
Chase visibly stiffened as he leaned against the kitchen counter and put his glass of water aside. They were both just in jeans, having skipped t-shirts. "About what?"