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“Man, that was cool,” Jackson said for about the third time once Kate was out the door and it was back to the two of them. He had a vivid memory of Chase's hands so carefully working across bare skin. He was precise with the sharp instrument, millimeters at a time, to create permanent art.

Chase grinned. He acted embarrassed at the attention, but it was easy to tell he loved it. He checked his phone, then tossed it onto the counter and turned to the cash register. “You really liked watching that. Maybe you should get some yourself...”

Oh, he was incorrigible. Jackson just laughed. “Like I said, we're starting with one.”

“It can be a bigger one...” Chase winked. He pulled out the cash drawer. “Wanna lock the door?”

Jackson strode to the door, and while he was at it, he turned the sign to read
Closed
. While Chase brought the drawer to the office and cleaned up the room, Jackson waited by the counter.

He wasn't a snoop, but sometimes he couldn't help but notice things around him. His eyes were drawn down to the orange and beige of the Kijiji website on Chase's phone. It showed an apartment listing: one bedroom, one bathroom, close to downtown in Fredericton.

He's apartment-hunting? He never mentioned.

“You looking for a new place?” Jackson asked as soon as Chase emerged from the hall.

Chase almost froze on the spot. Then, he gave a nervous smile and grabbed his phone to pocket it. “Yep.”

That was weird. “Your lease coming up?”

“Uh, maybe, I dunno,” Chase answered vaguely and patted his pockets down for his stuff. “Where we goin' for drinks?”

Jackson took the hint, as curious as he was about why he'd gotten that reaction. “C'mon, just in walking distance.” After Chase locked up, Jackson took Chase's hand to walk down the street with him towards a bar. They could finally unwind and grab sandwiches, chips, and a couple beers.

***

Jackson pushed back the empty basket of chips and wiped his fingers on a napkin, then hummed. “You never said why you're moving.”

As much as he hated intruding on people's privacy, it was still bugging him. Chase's reaction was so weird – guilt, like he'd just been caught in the act of something or other.

Chase licked his lower lip and glanced down at his beer, his brow furrowed.

“I'm gonna ask what's going on when you act weird, you know,” Jackson told him. “If you don't want me to know, you can tell me to fuck off. I won't be offended, I promise. You don't
have
to share everything with me.”

Chase's shoulders sank and he offered Jackson a smile. “Uh... I need to move apartments. Don't wanna, but have to.”

“Your landlord doing something illegal? Or neighbors? There's ways to break your lease, but there's usually a fee...”

“Oh, I know.” Chase sounded bitter. “Boy, do I know.”

Jackson leaned in. “I can put you in touch with the lawyer who helped me get my shed rezoned. He does all kinds of property stuff, and he's cheap. Might save you money if your lease break fee is high enough...”

Chase snorted and gulped the rest of his beer down, pushing back his glass. “No lawyers. I'll deal with whatever I have to.”

Jackson rubbed his chin, then reached out to touch Chase's arm. “Just... let me know if I can help, all right? We still don't know each other super-well, but I worry about you.”

It was true: it was easy to worry about Chase, especially when he had so many odd habits that Jackson just hadn't placed yet. Nothing that was a deal-breaker... just odd.

“Thanks,” Chase smiled, then leaned in across the table to peck Jackson's lips. “C'mon, let's get home. Your place?”

“My place is good,” Jackson agreed. They headed up to the bar, debit cards in hand. Before Chase could pay, he took the bill, playfully shouldering in past him.

“Thanks,” Chase laughed from behind him. Chase touched the middle of his back as he waited next to him to leave.

They made polite conversation with the waiter. Jackson felt eyes on their back as they left the bar holding hands. He'd learned over the years there weren't as many people watching as it felt like, but it only took one asshole. Not that
that
would stop him. If he wanted to hold Chase's hand, fuck it, he would.

Besides, Chase's hand was warm in his, and Jackson was tingling at the looks Chase was starting to give him. They couldn't get home soon enough.

Jackson's house had small piles of construction material in strange corners. It didn't look quite finished, but it felt... like home. Maybe because it smelled like Jackson and it had far more character than Chase's plain little apartment.

He and Jackson didn't even stop at the kitchen on the way up to Jackson's bedroom. Getting naked together was the best way to make up for their week apart.

As Jackson pulled off his jeans, Chase grabbed him from below to wrestle him onto the bed and on top of him.

Jackson laughed. “I missed you, too, babe,” he murmured and leaned down to kiss Chase.

Chase arched into Jackson and rubbed their bodies together, grinding up against him. “Hnnh,” he breathed out, his lashes fluttering closed to enjoy these kisses. “Lemme show you how much I missed you.”

“You sure?” Jackson murmured, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

Chase let his gaze wander down from Jackson's eyes, across the curves and planes of his muscular chest. His stomach was tight, his biceps huge, his cock thick and half-hard already. It stood up in a stark reminder of what they both craved. Chase was rapidly getting hard against Jackson's thigh.

“Very.”

He wanted to taste Jackson again. He was so fucking delicious, and Jackson responded so well when his thick cock was in Chase's mouth...

Chase grabbed Jackson's ass and slapped it to encourage him to scoot up over his chest.

“Nnh,” Jackson grunted and grinned, brushing his hand back through Chase's hair. Then, he shifted himself up to kneel over Chase's chest. He gripped the headboard with one hand and his own cock with the other.

Chase licked his lips pointedly. He ran his tongue back and forth across his lower lip as that pink, soft flesh came to press against his lips. He licked it and closed his lips to suck around the tip.

“Hnnh,” Jackson approved.

Chase flicked his hand to get him to let go of his own cock so Chase could grab it.

“Demanding,” Jackson whispered but did so, grabbing the pillow above Chase's head instead. “Ooh, that's it, baby...”

Chase bobbed his head down to meet the side of his own fingers, rubbing the base all the while. A cock firming up in his mouth, flushing with blood and stiffening in response to his hot, wet mouth... That was one of Chase's favorite feelings.

The fact that it was Jackson's thick cock was even better.

Chase sucked his cheeks in and pulled his head up to the tip, then back down onto Jackson's cock. It was awkward going at this angle. He could breathe pretty well considering the size of the dick he was sucking.

“Lemme know when you want me to stop,” Jackson murmured. “Or if you have to breathe.”

“Mmhmm,” Chase awkwardly mumbled around the length, his gaze flickering up Jackson's body. He couldn't even properly see Jackson's face right now.

Jackson's thighs quivered when Chase squeezed his ass again, which gave him an idea.

Chase brought one hand around to slip his own fingers into his mouth alongside Jackson's cock, getting them good and wet. Then, he slid them down Jackson's lower back and between his cheeks to the opening.

“Oof! Bold,” Jackson whispered, his thighs stiffening and body clenching for a moment. “Hnh...”

Jackson was hard now, that was for damn sure.

Chase circled the finger around Jackson's opening. He hesitated before pressing inside, his eyes flickering up to Jackson's. When he paused for a few seconds, Jackson leaned back to make eye contact. Jackson grinned and nodded.

As Chase sucked his head up to the top of the cock and bobbed it back down again, he slipped the tip of his finger inside the tightness. He thrust the finger into Jackson a few more times before crooking it to curve around and hit his prostate.

“Ohhhh,” Jackson moaned, his expression distant with pleasure. He gripped the headboard hard and rode Chase's mouth. His hips involuntarily thrust back into the fingers, then forward into Chase's mouth.

He was starting to lose control, and Chase loved it.

Chase rubbed his prostate hard as he bobbed his head. Jackson's cock stiffened even further in response. This was going to be a great orgasm for him – assuming Jackson let him suck him off, that was.

“Fuck, you're gonna make me blow too early,” Jackson laughed breathlessly and started to scoot backwards.

Chase let him go easy that time, but he made a mental note that Jackson might not mind a little more fingering again. “I like the sound of that.”

Chase found his knees up by his ears again, Jackson's fingers in
him
now. Jackson skillfully thrust them inside to get him hot and ready for his cock. Jackson seemed to love doing this to him, and Chase wasn't about to complain.

A couple fingers would never be the solid, filling, hot weight he craved in him, but they were a welcome tease. Jackson was
great
at teasing him.

Chase squirmed, his toes curling in the air when Jackson found just the right pressure and angle to make his back arch. He pressed his head back into the pillow and gasped for breath, trying to stutter out Jackson's name. “J-Jah... ah...”

Chase loved being bent in two and pounded into the mattress.

His cock throbbed with need now, the pink length bobbing over his chest as Jackson pulled his knees up over his shoulders. Jackson was about to give him exactly what he needed.

“Christ, Chase, you're gonna kill me if I keep going on about how hot you are...” Jackson's thick tip was rubbing across the opening and around the hole, teasing him even more.

Chase blushed. He felt the flush spread through his cheeks and over his forehead as he closed his eyes for lack of any good response. “N-No, you can keep telling me all you want.” He wanted to arch up and just push it into him, but it was only a tease until Jackson was ready.

Jackson leaned in, taking it carefully for the last few inches so as not to bend Chase too far. When his boyfriend pressed their lips together, Chase kissed him back.

“Show me what I've been missing this week.”

Jackson's eyes flashed and he accepted the challenge. He fumbled around Chase's leg to roll the condom onto his length, stroking himself hard. “Ohhh, yeah.”

Chase loved watching that hand jerk up and down the huge shaft with the ease of years of practice. Watching his boyfriend get himself off would be hot sometime, too...

Then, Jackson was finally pushing inside, his hips flexing powerfully. He drove deep into Chase and filled every inch of him with the hot, stiff rod.

“Ohhh, Christ,” Chase moaned, his body flushing with heat and pleasure and sheer overwhelm. His mind spun, and he dug his fingers into his own legs to keep them up near his ears so Jackson could pound into him.

“You good?”

Chase laughed breathlessly. “S-So good...”

Jackson pulled his hips back, leaving Chase aching for more within that fraction of a second. Each time Jackson's cock pushed back into him, his hips shuddered. His prostate throbbed with heat that shot straight up his core. It made his head dizzy, his heart race, and his cock twinge with the need to be gripped and jerked.

“Hnnh!” Chase dug his nails into Jackson's back and bared his teeth for a moment as he growled his pleasure. “Yes!”

“You want it hard and fast?”

“
Pleeease
,” Chase moaned. He cried out when Jackson slammed into him just like he'd asked for. He was lost in pleasure, his head spinning and his mind focused only on what Jackson could give him. Jackson's cock, Jackson's kisses, Jackson's body blanketing him and pushing up into him, owning every inch of him... Hardest of all to take were Jackson's gentle whispers into his ear.

“So beautiful. Jesus, you're flexible. Look at your face. I'm gonna help you come so many times,” Jackson moaned. “As many times as you want.”

“Yeees,” Chase groaned in agreement, stretching and wriggling to try to kiss Jackson harder.

Jackson gladly met his lips, their moans stifled in each other's mouths as their lips caressed and the bed shook under them.

Chase wasn't going to last half as long as he wanted – not the way his body already surged with pent-up desires. He rolled his head back to break the kisses, but even so, Jackson's lips grazed along his neck and throat. It made him clench and quiver, his body seizing up despite no touches to his cock.

It was rare he could come just from being fucked, but Jackson was doing it. He almost teared up with how
intense
everything was: how loud, fast, deep, strong, hard,
huge
...

“Hah – almost – ah... yes...!” He was trembling on the edge against that frustrating despair. He was desperately hoping he could do it, almost too anxious to even let himself go...

“Come, baby,” Jackson grunted against his neck, kissing his cheek and lips again as he thrust into him harder. He drove past his prostate. Every time that cock rubbed the hot button of pleasure, Chase's hardened cock twitched and ached.

His own passion started to well up, his balls tightening... Chase opened his mouth to gasp Jackson's name and draw deep, panting breaths of desperation. “Ah... nnh! Hnnh!”

“C'mon. Look at you, beautiful. You feel so good,” Jackson breathed out. “You're so tight. You're shaking... the noises you make... Christ, you're incredible, Chase...”

Jackson's hot, fast pace didn't relent for a second and his head was spinning. His fingers tingled, and then...

“Y-Yes...!”

All at once, Chase's body released that well of tension and desire in quick, hard spurts. He coated their stomachs and his own chest. He clenched hard around that huge length that stretched him wide.

His thighs shook around Jackson's shoulders as his body writhed under him. Luckily, Jackson easily pinned him down, or he might well be lifting Jackson off the bed as his body heaved up against him.

“Hands-free,” Jackson marveled, sheer awe in his whisper. “Jesus. That's it, Chase...”

“Yes... oh, God, yes,” Chase moaned as the wildfire of need swept through him in burning waves and his heart pounded. He couldn't remember
ever
feeling so close to the guy he was fucking.

Not just fucking. Already, this was more.

He whimpered again at the thought and squeezed his eyes shut. The thought made his heart race with inexplicable, deep-seated fear, yet also joy.

Chase still shivered as he came down off the high and gradually softened. He let his legs slip off Jackson's shoulders to sprawl wide open instead.

Jackson slipped out of him, but he was still hard. Chase groped at Jackson's cock to pull the condom off.

“Wha--”

“Come on me,” Chase whispered, glancing down to the sticky mess he'd already left on himself. He wanted Jackson to leave his mark, too. “You like doing that? Otherwise I can suck you off...” He could still hardly breathe. He wanted Jackson to fall into the same all-consuming bliss.

He wanted Jackson to hold him close, wrap him in those strong arms all night.

“Fuck, you're incredible,” Jackson whispered yet again. After the condom came off, he scooted back across Chase. Jackson closed his hand around himself to stroke hard. “I'm almost there. Just watching you – Christ, I could watch just your orgasm
face
all day...”

Chase grinned breathlessly, then moaned long and low with satisfaction. Bliss sank into him already. “C'mon, baby. Your turn.”

“Y-Yeah,” Jackson grunted, that hand twisting around the head as he fucked his own fist. The gleaming head pointed right at Chase's chest and stomach...

And then Chase's body was coated in their shared passion as Jackson thrust forward hard.

Deep groans of pleasure escaped his throat. Jackson thought Chase was noisy, but he had no idea how noisy
he
was, too. Chase grinned as he watched, licking his lips. He pushed himself up a little more to stick his tongue out and let a little splatter across his mouth and tongue.

“Oh, Christ,” Jackson moaned breathlessly at the sight, unable to look away. He milked every last drop, then continued to stroke slower and softer. Once he began to soften, his breathing evened out. His eyes went from hazy to clearer again as he glanced up to meet Chase's gaze.

“Hello,” Chase teased when he saw Jackson tune into the moment again. It seemed to make Jackson laugh, and now was no exception. He wiped his mouth off and swallowed. “You've been saving all that for me?”

Jackson was already red and sweaty with exertion and the bliss of climax. If possible, he blushed a little more. Maybe it was just an extra bashful curve to his mouth. “You've got a fuckin' dirty mouth.”

“Says Mr. 'Come for Me Hands-Free',” Chase laughed.

Jackson grinned broadly. “It worked, though, hm?” He scooted down the bed again and shifted carefully onto his side, then patted Chase's stomach. “You wanna clean that off first?”

Chase shook his head. “I wanna kiss you first. If you don't mind tasting yours—hnnh!”

Jackson's warm mouth was already on his. His lips gently caressed Chase's as his hand ran down Chase's side.