pulling away from him and walking home right now felt... cold.
Even in the short second or two he thought about it, the burn under his skin told him he wanted Chase.
“Okay.”
They were quiet now, the banter of moments ago gone as Chase led him to the staircase and up the flight of stairs. Every time they brushed, Jackson heard Chase's breath catch. He was sensitive even to Jackson reaching out to run a hand slowly up from the small of his back to the back of his neck.
He could be really fun in bed.
Jackson played with the hair at the back of Chase's head while Chase unlocked the door.
They took seconds to take their shoes off, their eyes fixed on each other.
“Want some water or something?” Chase asked to break the tension, his breathing already quick and his pupils blown wide. His eyes kept flickering up and down Jackson's body.
Jackson shook his head. He'd had his fill at the restaurant. He wanted a drink of this man, though.
“C'mon, then.” Chase took his hand to lead him to the living room and plopped on the couch, then pulled Jackson down beside him. He casually yanked his shirt out by the front so it was untucked, then unbuttoned the top button or two.
Jackson shifted to sit sideways, his arm along the back of the couch behind Chase. “You're really trying to tempt me, aren't you?” he teased.
Chase gave him a sly wink. “I might be. I've been waiting for hours now, you wanna kiss me again or what?”
Cocky! The demand made Jackson laugh out loud, a grin spreading over his face. “I suppose. If you insist.”
He leaned in to press his lips against Chase's warm, pliable lips. Chase turned to press their knees together, already sliding his arm around Jackson's shoulders.
Jackson slid his arm around Chase's back in response, running his hand up Chase's back to the back of his neck again. He kissed Chase's lips a few times for thoroughness, then started to kiss along his jaw to his ear.
A shiver wracked Chase, and Jackson grinned. “You're so much fun,” he murmured into Chase's ear. He gently pressed a few kisses below and behind Chase's ear.
“O-Oh Jesus,” Chase whispered, his nails digging into Jackson's shoulders.
He was so fucking sensitive, and Jackson loved it. He kept kissing along the rim of Chase's ear to his lobe. He flicked his tongue along it and Chase's body nearly melted in his arms. At the warm kiss to his pulse point on his neck, Chase shifted, his breath catching.
It only took a kiss or two at his collarbone before Chase fumbled to unbutton the rest of his shirt, shoving it wide open.
Jackson took a moment to admire his chest, nearly bare of tattoos around his pecs. It showed off a gorgeous piece: an old-fashioned clock with Roman numerals and some fluid lines around it. “Beautiful tattoo.”
“Th-Thanks,” Chase breathed out. His voice was hoarse already, his body arching towards Jackson. Jackson gently trailed his lips along the warm skin of Chase's collarbone.
Chase was already panting, tiny sounds escaping from the back of his throat. His body pulsed and shivered with pleasure as Jackson gently savored the warm, soft skin under his lips. Jackson's lips closed around his nipple just below the tattoo, and Chase gritted his teeth and just moaned.
Jackson flicked his tongue along the nub, then circled his tongue around it a few times before flicking it a bit harder.
“Jesus, Jackson,” Chase whimpered, his nails biting hard into Jackson's shoulder now. It was a good thing Jackson had his shirt on.
He was so a scratcher... and maybe a screamer.
Jackson itched to find out.
He just chuckled and kissed over to the other one. He took his time to lick the bare skin around it before he licked the nipple and flicked it against his teeth.
Chase was sliding closer to him, pulling himself across the couch in an attempt to straddle Jackson's lap.
Jackson pulled back, his breathing heavy. “I don't want to leave you hanging. We should leave off before I get too
Even in the short second or two he thought about it, the burn under his skin told him he wanted Chase.
“Okay.”
They were quiet now, the banter of moments ago gone as Chase led him to the staircase and up the flight of stairs. Every time they brushed, Jackson heard Chase's breath catch. He was sensitive even to Jackson reaching out to run a hand slowly up from the small of his back to the back of his neck.
He could be really fun in bed.
Jackson played with the hair at the back of Chase's head while Chase unlocked the door.
They took seconds to take their shoes off, their eyes fixed on each other.
“Want some water or something?” Chase asked to break the tension, his breathing already quick and his pupils blown wide. His eyes kept flickering up and down Jackson's body.
Jackson shook his head. He'd had his fill at the restaurant. He wanted a drink of this man, though.
“C'mon, then.” Chase took his hand to lead him to the living room and plopped on the couch, then pulled Jackson down beside him. He casually yanked his shirt out by the front so it was untucked, then unbuttoned the top button or two.
Jackson shifted to sit sideways, his arm along the back of the couch behind Chase. “You're really trying to tempt me, aren't you?” he teased.
Chase gave him a sly wink. “I might be. I've been waiting for hours now, you wanna kiss me again or what?”
Cocky! The demand made Jackson laugh out loud, a grin spreading over his face. “I suppose. If you insist.”
He leaned in to press his lips against Chase's warm, pliable lips. Chase turned to press their knees together, already sliding his arm around Jackson's shoulders.
Jackson slid his arm around Chase's back in response, running his hand up Chase's back to the back of his neck again. He kissed Chase's lips a few times for thoroughness, then started to kiss along his jaw to his ear.
A shiver wracked Chase, and Jackson grinned. “You're so much fun,” he murmured into Chase's ear. He gently pressed a few kisses below and behind Chase's ear.
“O-Oh Jesus,” Chase whispered, his nails digging into Jackson's shoulders.
He was so fucking sensitive, and Jackson loved it. He kept kissing along the rim of Chase's ear to his lobe. He flicked his tongue along it and Chase's body nearly melted in his arms. At the warm kiss to his pulse point on his neck, Chase shifted, his breath catching.
It only took a kiss or two at his collarbone before Chase fumbled to unbutton the rest of his shirt, shoving it wide open.
Jackson took a moment to admire his chest, nearly bare of tattoos around his pecs. It showed off a gorgeous piece: an old-fashioned clock with Roman numerals and some fluid lines around it. “Beautiful tattoo.”
“Th-Thanks,” Chase breathed out. His voice was hoarse already, his body arching towards Jackson. Jackson gently trailed his lips along the warm skin of Chase's collarbone.
Chase was already panting, tiny sounds escaping from the back of his throat. His body pulsed and shivered with pleasure as Jackson gently savored the warm, soft skin under his lips. Jackson's lips closed around his nipple just below the tattoo, and Chase gritted his teeth and just moaned.
Jackson flicked his tongue along the nub, then circled his tongue around it a few times before flicking it a bit harder.
“Jesus, Jackson,” Chase whimpered, his nails biting hard into Jackson's shoulder now. It was a good thing Jackson had his shirt on.
He was so a scratcher... and maybe a screamer.
Jackson itched to find out.
He just chuckled and kissed over to the other one. He took his time to lick the bare skin around it before he licked the nipple and flicked it against his teeth.
Chase was sliding closer to him, pulling himself across the couch in an attempt to straddle Jackson's lap.
Jackson pulled back, his breathing heavy. “I don't want to leave you hanging. We should leave off before I get too
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