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"Do you like Fredericton?" Antonio chatted, in the tone of a man who was  making more or less polite conversation. This was what Chase relished:  being touched and desired, sharing bits of their lives without having to  commit later. Without risking anything.

"It's not bad. You? So far?"

"I would say the same." Antonio snorted. "I had to buy a car in my first week, though. The buses here are... lame."

Chase laughed. Some slang was easy to pick up.

The walk to Antonio's car was short. That was lucky, since they kept  bumping into each other's side deliberately. They touched each other's  arm or back, and sometimes outer thighs. Once, Antonio reached in front  of Chase to press a crosswalk button even though the street was empty.  While pulling his hand back to himself, Antonio groped him.

Chase was aching for him. He strode across the street to wait while Antonio unlocked the car.

"You live nearby?"

"Uptown."

Chase grimaced. That was a long walk home for him.

"There's nobody else around," Antonio observed mildly, watching him with those dark, lustful eyes.

Easy decision. Chase opened the back door and climbed in. It wasn't the  first time he'd fucked in a stranger's backseat, and he was sure it  wouldn't be the last.

Antonio tumbled on top of him, just barely pulling the door closed  behind him. His body already blanketed Chase's. He pushed his knee into  the backseat and straddled Chase. As he ground against him, Antonio  yanked him up by the shirt to kiss him hard.

Chase moaned into Antonio's mouth. His hard cock appreciated the  pressure of a hip  –  and then another cock pressing forward through  layers of fabric.

"You have anything?"

"Huh?" Chase pressed a few more kisses to Antonio's lips.

Antonio gently sucked his lower lip, then whispered, "Tested?"

"Ah. Yeah. Nothing. You?"

"I'm good. And you are very handsome," Antonio whispered. His breath was  hot on Chase's lips as they pulled apart. Chase's heart pounded and  body burned from the contact. "I spotted you instantly."

Chase's ego soared. He couldn't help a grin. "Yeah? You're pretty hard  to miss, too." He reached up to comb a hand back through that thick,  curly hair. Soft hair, too, Jesus.

That reminded him that he'd meant to check something. Chase reached down  to run his hands across Antonio's ass, squeezing. His trousers did feel  good. Probably some fancy Italian brand.

Antonio moaned, and Chase squeezed again, pulling him in tightly between  his legs. He reached between them to fumble and get his jeans down.

When Chase's cock met open air, it throbbed with pleasure. He spread his  legs, one knee bumping the back of the driver's seat while the other  pressed up against the seat. He licked his own fingers and slid them  inside, not wanting to allow Antonio this intimacy.         

     



 

Antonio seemed fine with it  –  he was busy getting a condom on anyway.  Chase couldn't see a lot of his dick in the dark backseat, but enough of  it to know he'd feel it. Phew.

When his fingers slid out of himself, the lubricated condom tip  –  and he  was thankful for that  –  pressed against him. Chase dug his fingers into  his own thigh, gasping and rolling his head back at the penetration.  The window steamed up behind them with the heat of their desire-laden  breaths.

Antonio was thin but long, at least, almost filling him. He had a nice curve to him, but not the best Chase had felt.

At least he was good at fucking. The car rocked with the force of  Antonio's thrusts inside him. His head rubbed across the prostate to  send thrills of arousal through Chase's tense body.

"Gorgeous," Antonio praised. Chase realized it had been a while since a hookup praised him during sex instead of just before it.

"So are you," Chase murmured, and he meant it. Pretty, if not the guy he'd bring home for a date.

Antonio leaned down, pulling his shirt up around his chest so he could kiss along the tattoos over his chest and on his side.

Chase let the little sparks of desire be fanned into flames by the hot,  wet pressure against bare skin. Antonio's thrusts grew harder and he was  overcome by the moment. All rational thought was swept away by the  mindless desire to come and make Antonio come, too.

Their grunts, moans, and the wet sound of sex and kisses echoed in the  confines of Antonio's car. When Antonio came a minute or two later, his  cock was buried deep in Chase. Chase rolled his head back to expose his  throat and groaned. He reached down to stroke himself hard, their bodies  still locked together. Antonio thrust with each little quiver of his  body and muscles.

It was all sex and no space to breathe, utterly overwhelming Chase. Just the way he liked it.

Chase came hard, gritting his teeth together to try to stifle the sound  as he cried out, then grunted. He kept his hand over the tip of his cock  to catch the mess so he didn't fuck up Antonio's seat. He clenched hard  around Antonio's softening cock, his back arching as his chest heaved.  He was half-desperate for breath for a few seconds. Once he caught it,  he settled back down again.

"Thank you," Antonio murmured. "Very considerate."

Chase laughed breathlessly. The tension drained out of his body and Antonio slipped out. "Anytime. Got a tissue?"

"Here." Antonio pressed one into his hand and he used it to wipe both  his hands clean. Antonio had a trash bag under the driver's seat, so  Chase put it in there. "Here good?"

"Yes." Antonio added his condom to the bag.

Antonio tried to brace himself above Chase so he could pull his pants  back up and button them. Once he was decent, he wiped off both backseat  windows. He pushed open the door by their feet and slid backwards out of  the seat.

That gave Chase enough space to yank his own jeans back up and clean up, tucking his shirt back into his waistband.

Antonio eyed him as he pulled himself out of the car, holding the back  door open for him. "Thanks, gorgeous." He leaned in to air-kiss both of  Chase's cheeks. It was an awkwardly intimate move compared to the usual  rush out the door.

"You, too," Chase answered automatically, puckering his lips but not actually meeting skin. "Good luck in Fredericton."

A whole semester or more of seeing this guy at the club. Oh, well, I'd do him again.

It wasn't a long walk back home from here, but Chase still had a good ten or fifteen minutes to think about the nitty-gritty.

The way Antonio had watched him and told him he was sexy was... well,  hotter than he'd had in a while. He hadn't been great on giving Chase  pleasure, but a lot of guys didn't do that, either. It had been ages  since anyone had even given him head.

Three AM thoughts were always destructive. Chase couldn't help them  sneaking into his mind, though. He was good to be fucked or lusted after   –  he knew that much. Anything more? Nah. He wasn't interested anyway.

Chase kept his head down as he padded through the halls to his  apartment. Getting exactly what he'd wanted that night didn't stop him  feeling the usual low, twisting feeling in his stomach.

If what he wanted wasn't what he needed, what was?





Chapter 8


Jackson


Jackson's gaze focused intently on the fireplace mantel. It had always  looked kind of cheap and factory-made, but he'd been willing to deal  with it.

Might as well put it on the list.

As he walked around his house, notebook in hand, he wrote down his  planned renovations. He wanted to combine the master bedroom with the  small bedroom right next door, swap out the fireplace mantel, and  rebuild the porch.

Jackson approached the sliding glass doors in the dining room. Another  item occurred to him: a stone path out to the forge. It was just grass  out to the shed. There was a worn dirt driveway around the side of the  building to pull up his truck and load up materials or his work or take  deliveries. Between the house and the front door of the workshop,  though, there was nothing.         

     



 

A proper path would be nice, complete with more backyard landscaping. It  would be nice to have a private area near the house if he wanted one  while his brothers used the barbecue. He envisioned each of them with a  gazebo and privacy screening in a corner of their own yard.

After Jackson wrote that down, his gaze was drawn to the basement  stairs. He rarely went down there except to grab things in storage, even  though it was a neat little walk-out space. Making it into a bachelor  zone would be awesome.

The kitchen was fine for his needs and he didn't need spare bedrooms  anyway. As a single guy, he didn't have to worry about sharing office  space with anyone. He didn't anticipate that changing soon.

Might as well put his real estate to good use for himself.

Once he completed his list, he cut through the backyard to Cameron's  place and headed in to join his brother. "Okay, I got the list."

Cameron patted the couch next to him and muted the TV while he grabbed his own notebook. "Right. Whatcha got?"