Clang (11 page)

“I haven't even gotten one!” Jackson reminded Chase, laughing before pressing a few kisses to the muscle between his shoulder and neck. “Don't make fun of me.”

“If you make fun of me for calling them rods and not... bouillon...”

It was Jackson's turn to choke back a laugh. “Billets.”

“Billets... Anyway, shut up and get your shirt off.”

Jackson laughed again as Chase's fingers curled around the hem and yanked the light fabric up over his head. Chase tossed his shirt aside, then reached down to fumble at their waists and unfasten jeans.

Jackson almost tore Chase's jeans open, yanking them down and off as he scooted down the bed. He helped Chase kick them off and pulled off his socks. Chase's half-hard cock sprang free, eagerly awaiting his attention.

First, Jackson knelt back on his heels to admire him.

Shit, he was even more gorgeous now that he could see all his tattoos. There were sleeves of elegant animals twining around his biceps and forearms and the clock tattoo above his heart, of course. But there were more. Just below his waistband were three feathered silhouettes of birds with roughly feathered and faded wings and tails. Along his legs, he had gorgeous stenciled geometric patterns. They faded into roses with thorns, much like his wrists, along his thighs.

There was still plenty of bare skin along his legs, chest, stomach, and shoulders, though. How much did he plan to fill in?

“Most of my portfolio is written on me.”

Jackson dragged his eyes away from the shades and colors of the tattoos crisscrossing Chase's skin. “I'd hire you,” Jackson teased. He knelt upright to slide his jeans down, too.

“I'd let you,” Chase countered. “Look at all that canvas! I keep saying you should do more with it.”

Jackson grinned as he tossed aside his own jeans and crawled back up over Chase to kiss him. “We'll see,” he murmured.

“Is that a maybe?”

“That's a we'll-see,” Jackson laughed. “Hold on.” He leaned over to grab a condom and lube.

“But I'm so kissable and I'm not being kissed,
again
.”

Jackson swooped back down to press his lips hard against Chase's. Their bare skin radiated and doubled the heat for each of them as their bodies nestled against each other's. As they kissed, their cocks slotted together between their stomachs. Jackson ground down against Chase hard to make the most of it.

Chase moaned into his mouth, his head rolling back as his eyes slid closed. Jackson kissed him two or three more times for good measure, gasping for breath between kisses. He fumbled to open the lube and get it across his fingers.

“You're gonna finger me?”

“Do you want me too?”

Chase nodded hard. His eyes were open again, fixed on Jackson with fascination. “I love it,” he whispered. “I'm pretty squirmy...”

“Let me discover that on my own,” Jackson chided with a wink. He slid his fingers between the cheeks to find the opening. His fingertips danced around it first in small swirls. Chase exhaled quickly and pulled his knees further apart and up.

Jackson turned his head and kissed Chase's knee as he slid two fingertips inside the opening. He took it good and slow at first.

“Hnnh,” Chase moaned quietly, his own nails digging into his shins. “Yes...”

Jackson let his fingers slide further into the warm tightness, pushing them up into him. As Chase gasped for breath, Jackson curled them to lightly stroke along the little bump. His eyes were fixed on Chase's expressions.

Chase's face showed them all: discomfort for a few seconds, then relief, then pleasure and outright joy. “Ohhh, yes,” Chase groaned.

“You
do
like that,” Jackson smirked, fucking him good and slow with these two fingers first. Every time he pushed them up inside Chase and rubbed that bump with the pads of his fingers, Chase's body quivered. He tried to push harder into Jackson's fingers.

Chase's breathing was quick, his flushed lips parted as his cheeks burned with pleasure. “Yes,” Chase whispered now and then. “More...! Christ, you can give me more...”

Every time he swore, especially invoking God or Christ or hell, he said them with a glint in his eye. It was like he wasn't just emptily repeating bad words. Chase seemed to
mean
every curse, which made his vocal reactions a thousand times hotter.

Chase's arousal, the way he spat his words like he dared Jackson to defy them, was the hottest thing. He wanted to encourage it.

Chase wanted more? Jackson would give him more.

He added a third finger, sliding it inside to rub firmly across the prostate. He went up and down, over and over, crooking his fingers just right until Chase's back arched and his thighs started to tremble.

“Jesus. Jackson, don't – don't make me come yet...!”

Jackson grinned. He jerked Chase's cock a few times in his other hand before reluctantly sliding his fingers free from Chase's body. “You
are
fuckin' squirmy. I love how vocal you are.”

Chase peeked through his lashes, and Jackson leaned down to peck his lips again. Once the condom was on, he stroked himself for Chase's viewing pleasure.

“Smoking hot.”

Jackson grinned, scooting close to blanket Chase with his weight. He rubbed the tip of his cock in the crack and around the opening. He was always willing to tease Chase just a little more.

“Please...!” Chase moaned, raising one leg to slide around Jackson's waist.

Jackson pushed into the warmth and tightness of Chase. He breathed out a moan of relief at the same moment Chase groaned. God, he'd been imagining this for days – ever since he'd first kissed Chase.

“Oh, yes,” Chase murmured, and Jackson smiled. Their nipples brushed as Jackson's body slid back and forth across Chase's. He thrust slowly at first, keeping his weight braced on one forearm above Chase's head. When Chase started to push into him in a silent demand for more, he sped up his pace gradually.

One thrust at a time, Chase started to melt under him, his lips parting as his eyes grew hazy.

“I love the looks on your face,” Jackson whispered and kissed Chase. Chase tried to return the kiss, but Jackson wanted to overwhelm him with pleasure. He kept sneaking kisses at Chase's lips and little sucks of the tip of his tongue or one of his lips.

“Y-You're... fuck,” Chase moaned, a quick smile flickering across his face. He wrapped his arms around Jackson's back and clenched around him. “Christ, you're big. And good... and big.”

Who wouldn't like hearing that? Jackson grinned and mouthed at Chase's neck now, then over to his ear. “And you're
perfect
,” he whispered, then sucked on Chase's earlobe.

Chase whimpered and clenched around him. Ripples ran through the muscles of his thighs and stomach as his back arched.

“You're so sensitive...” Jackson added wonderingly. He flicked his tongue along the rim before pressing an open-mouthed kiss behind Chase's ear.

“You can leave hickeys if you want.”

“Yeah?” Jackson kissed under Chase's ear until he found a spot that made Chase's breath catch and his nails dig into Jackson's back.

He kissed hard and then sucked against the skin, playing his tongue along the sensitive flesh. A full-throated groan of pleasure slipped from Chase's throat. “Yes...! Yes, baby, yes... oh, fuck...”

Jackson sucked firmly for a few moments more before kissing gently across that spot. “So grown-up,” he teased. “Showing up to work with hickeys...”

“Fuck off.”

Jackson smirked. “Not that I mind claiming you...”

It was getting almost painful to stay slow and deep. He needed to go harder – wanted to fuck Chase into the mattress until Chase was crying out in constant, overwhelming pleasure...

Jackson pushed his hips against Chase's faster and harder now. His well-honed muscles flexed to drive his hardened dick straight into Chase's needy hole. Every thrust of his cock head across the throbbing prostate inside made Chase's body seize up and a quiet grunt escape from his throat.

Chase gasped and his nails dug hard into Jackson's back. “Like – like
that
! Oh, God, yes...!”

Jackson was
so
happy to deliver what Chase wanted. He grunted, then groaned as Chase pulled him down enough to breathlessly kiss his lips. Their bodies drove together, and Chase grunted again, then another time.

That was the hardest and deepest he could drive himself, and just about as fast as he dared to go. Chase was coming undone under the attention.

“Yes...! Please, oh, Jackson, fuck... yes, like that... yes...!”

Chase's thighs were spasming and quivering now. His stomach tensed and his expression tautened with that same pleasure. He couldn't kiss Jackson now, his mouth falling open as he gasped for breath. He was so fucking
beautiful
Jackson almost couldn't stand it.

“Come for me, Chase. I can feel every bone in your body wanting to,” Jackson moaned into Chase's ear. He kissed along his jaw and neck again. He sucked on Chase's neck, then tweaked Chase's nipple.

“
Yes
!” Chase grunted, grinding his hard cock between their bodies with each hard thrust. “Yes... yes...” He could barely seem to breathe, and Jackson fucking loved having so much effect on him.

His body was tightening again, and Jackson felt like perhaps this was the final moment...

It was.

Chase clenched hard around him and arched clear off the bed. His cock, trapped between their bodies, squirted hard, fast jets of passion between their stomachs. Chase's head rolled back. “Yes...! Jackson!” he moaned one last time. He subsided into a series of grunts, whimpers, and precious, fucking
hot
moans. His body clenched and quivered and writhed against the sheets.

His tightness milked Jackson's throbbing cock until Jackson felt his own balls draw tight. That was all the warning he had.

“Christ!” Jackson gasped at how fast and hard it was about to hit him, then stifled his moan in Chase's neck. He buried his face in Chase's shoulder as his cock plunged deep within Chase. It pulsed its own stream of wet pleasure with each unconscious, relentless thrust of his hips.

“Oh, God, yes,” Chase gasped. “Come, Jackson. That's it, baby. Fuck, you're so good... so good...” His hands ran up and down Jackson's back. The extra stimulation overloaded Jackson's nerves in the most pleasurable ways.

“Ohhh,” Jackson groaned. He slowed, then stopped thrusting once he felt the last few drops trickle out. His cock started to twitch and soften again. He pulled gently out of Chase but stayed blanketing him with his weight.

Chase turned his head to kiss Jackson a few times as Jackson tried to catch his breath.

His head spun. All he could still feel or hear or see was the beautiful, tattooed man writhing under him. Chase let him hear every single second of pleasure that had raced through him.

As if Jackson hadn't known already, this wasn't just a passing fancy. He had utterly fallen for Chase, and his heart clenched with worry about how Chase was going to react to his next suggestion.

He rolled onto his side and cuddled into Chase, not even bothering to take off the condom just yet. He was too interested in running his hand up along that smooth chest to caress Chase's cheek.

“Hi.” Chase cupped his cheek in return. Those eyes that had been hazy and distant were bright with pleasure and interest again.

Jackson smiled. Chase had such a beautiful little sense of humor. “Hi,” he answered.

“You're about ten times sexier than I imagined, and believe me... it was pretty hot in my shower already.”

Jackson burst out laughing now. “I... Thank you.”

“You're welcome.” Chase winked. “It'll be even hotter now, though.”

Jackson roughly pulled Chase against him to hug him, rolling onto his back so Chase lay against his chest. He didn't give a fuck that they needed to wash up sooner or later... this was more important.

Chase easily moved with him and flopped along him. He pressed his cheek into Jackson's shoulder and hugged around his shoulders as much as he could. Jackson gently kissed him, and Chase lifted his head to return the kiss.

“You are
so goddamn beautiful
,” Jackson murmured. “Sorry, I know I keep saying it, but... I just wanna make sure you know.”

This time, instead of the flippant acceptance, Chase gazed into Jackson's eyes, and... were his eyes a little wetter than normal?
Oh, shit. No... wait. He's not crying. Phew.

Chase blinked and shook his head, a fond smile on his lips. “Thank you. I don't usually hear that
after
sex.”

“Well, I mean it,” Jackson murmured. “Any man would be lucky to have you.”

There it was again: the nervousness, like a skittish animal in his arms. Chase didn't pull away or run, though. He just paused, then settled against Jackson. “I wanted to talk about that.”

“Mmhmm?” Jackson carded his fingers through Chase's hair, waiting to see what he had to say.