Page 29 of Chasing Secrets
Chase smiled—a slow, dangerous curve of his lips—before closing the final distance between them.
The first press of Chase’s mouth against his was gentle, almost questioning. Jalen answered by leaning into it, his hands finding purchase on Chase’s shoulders. The kiss deepened, Chase’s tongue tracing the seam of his lips, seeking entrance, which Jalen eagerly granted.
Heat pooled low in Jalen’s belly as Chase’s tongue slid against his, tasting of syrup and sweetness. Chase kissed with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing, and Jalen found himself melting into it, all his walls crumbling under the assault.
When they finally broke apart, Jalen was panting slightly, his lips tingling. “Okay,” he said, trying for casual and missing by a mile. “That was... god yeah.”
Chase’s laugh was warm against his skin. “Eloquent.”
“Shut up. You’ve had centuries of practice.” Jalen’s fingers traced the hard line of Chase’s jaw, fascinated by the contrast between soft skin and rough stubble. “Some of us are working with a limited dataset here.”
“Happy to help you expand your research.” Chase’s hand slid to the nape of Jalen’s neck, pulling him in for another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding from the start.
“We should have done that weeks ago.” Jalen’s was dying for another kiss. It wasn’t his first one, but it was the best one he’d ever had.
Chase’s thumb traced Jalen’s lower lip, sending sparks of sensation down his spine. “You weren’t ready weeks ago.”
The simple truth of it struck Jalen silent. Chase had been waiting for him, not physically but emotionally. Waiting for Jalen to find his footing, to trust, to want this for himself rather than as an escape or distraction.
He found himself being gently pressed backward until he was lying on the bed, Chase’s larger body half covering his. The weight of him felt impossibly good, grounding Jalen in the moment when his mind wanted to spin off into disbelief. Chase’s hand slipped under the hem of Jalen’s T-shirt, warm palm against bare skin making him gasp into the kiss.
“We okay?” Chase eased back slightly to search Jalen’s eyes.
“Yes,” Jalen confirmed, already missing the pressure of Chase’s mouth. “More than okay.”
Chase’s smile turned predatory, sending a fresh wave of heat through Jalen’s body. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered his head to press kisses along Jalen’s jaw, down the column of his throat. Each touch of lips to skin felt like a brand, marking Jalen in ways that went beyond physical.
“Also been wanting to do this since I first saw you,” Chase murmured against his collarbone. “You have no idea.”
“I think I’m getting the picture.” Jalen panted as Chase’s teeth grazed the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder.
He worked his way down Jalen’s body with agonizing slowness, pushing up Jalen’s T-shirt to expose his stomach. Compared to Chase’s sculpted physique, Jalen had always felt scrawny, but the way Chase looked at him, like he was a feast laid out for the taking, made him feel powerful in his own skin for the first time in memory.
“You’re beautiful.” Chase pressed a kiss just below Jalen’s navel.
Jalen’s cock twitched in his pajama pants, already hard and aching. “You need glasses, old man.”
“Perfect eyesight,” Chase countered, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Jalen’s pants.
Chase slowly pulled the pants down Jalen’s hips, taking his boxers with them. The cool air hit his exposed cock, making him hiss. He resisted the urge to cover himself, instead watching Chase’s face as his gaze raked over Jalen’s naked lower half.
“Definitely perfect eyesight,” Chase murmured, his hand wrapping around Jalen’s cock with confident pressure.
Jalen’s hips bucked involuntarily at the contact, a groan escaping his lips. Chase stroked him slowly, his grip firm but gentle, thumb swiping over the sensitive head where pre-cum had already gathered.
After everything that had happened in his life, having someone touch him with reverence… There were no words to describe how good it felt to freely give. Because Jalen wanted to. Because he wanted Chase.
“Jesus,” he breathed, head falling back against the pillows. “That feels—”
His words cut off abruptly as Chase leaned down and took his prick into his mouth. Wet heat enveloped his cock, Chase’s tongue flat against the underside of his erection as he slid down, taking him deep.
“Holy shit,” Jalen gasped, fingers tangling in Chase’s dark hair. “Oh my god!”
My first blowjob and I’m going to lose my ever-loving mind!
Chase hummed around him, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure up Jalen’s spine. His mouth worked steadily, tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep again, cheeks hollowing with suction that made Jalen’s toes curl and his eyes roll back.
Holy shit! He watched as Chase’s head bobbed between his thighs, those full lips stretched around his cock. The sight alone was almost enough to push him over the edge. Combined with the wet heat of Chase’s mouth, the pressure of his tongue, and the occasional gentle scrape of teeth, it was overwhelming.
