Page 31 of Chasing Secrets
It didn’t take long. Chase’s muscles tensed, his thighs hardening beneath Jalen’s weight. “Shit—” he started, tugging lightly at Jalen’s hair in warning.
Instead of pulling away, Jalen doubled his efforts, hollowing his cheeks to create a tight, wet suction around the thick shaft. He swirled his tongue over the sensitive head, tasting the salty pre-cum before taking him deeper until Chase hit the back of his throat. When his cock began to pulse, hot jets of cum flooded Jalen’s mouth as Chase’s hips bucked uncontrollably, his fingers digging into Jalen’s scalp with a guttural moan that vibrated through both their bodies.
Jalen swallowed what he could, though some escaped the corner of his mouth. When Chase finally stopped shuddering, Jalen pulled off with a soft pop.
Chase reached down and hauled him up, crushing their mouths together in a kiss that left Jalen breathless. “Perfect,” he murmured against Jalen’s lips. “You’re perfect.”
Their lips met in a lazy, unhurried kiss that tasted of both of them. Jalen melted into it, his hand coming up to rest on Chase’s chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath his palm.
“And you didn’t have to send a rescue team.” He settled against Chase’s chest.
They lay tangled together, Chase’s hand tracing idle patterns on Jalen’s back. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, warming their skin.
Still feeling playful, Jalen said, “Not bad for a fossil.”
Chase snorted, giving Jalen’s ass a light swat. “Not bad? I literally made you see stars.”
“Oh, is that what those were? I thought I was having a stroke.”
“You’re a brat,” Chase said, but his voice held a fondness that made Jalen’s heart flutter. He pressed a kiss to Jalen’s temple. “A brat who needs a shower.”
With a swift movement that caught Jalen completely off guard, Chase sat up and scooped Jalen into his arms, lifting him off the bed as if he weighed nothing.
“What are you doing?” Jalen yelped, arms automatically circling Chase’s neck for balance. “Put me down, you caveman!”
“Nope.” Chase headed for the adjoining bathroom with long strides, not even slightly winded by Jalen’s weight. “This is faster.”
“I have working legs, you know,” Jalen protested, though he made no real effort to get down. There was something undeniably hot about being carried so effortlessly.
“I’m aware. They were just wrapped around my head.” Chase nudged the bathroom door open with his foot. “Very nice legs, by the way.”
The bathroom was spacious, with a walk-in shower big enough for three people, let alone two. Chase set Jalen down on the cool tile, keeping one arm around his waist as he reached in to turn on the water.
“I could get used to this,” Jalen admitted, watching steam begin to fill the glass enclosure. “Having my own personal wolf-taxi.”
“Is that all I am to you? Transportation?” Chase pulled him close, hands sliding down to cup Jalen’s bare ass. “And here I thought it was my French toast skills.”
“The French toast was pretty good,” Jalen conceded, leaning into the touch. “Though I’m thinking your other skills might be more impressive.”
Chase guided him into the shower, the hot water immediately sluicing over both of them.
Jalen tilted his face up into the spray, letting it wash away the sweat and other evidence of their activities. The water pressure was perfect, the temperature just shy of too hot. Exactly how he liked it.
“You adjusted the temperature for me,” he realized aloud, glancing at Chase.
“You always turn it up hotter than I would,” Chase said with a shrug, reaching for the shampoo. “Not all of us run as cold as you do.”
The casual observation, that Chase had noticed his shower preferences, had remembered and accommodated them without being asked, struck Jalen more deeply than any grand gesture could have.
It was such a small thing, yet it spoke volumes about how closely Chase had been paying attention to him.
“Turn around,” Chase instructed.
Jalen complied, expecting Chase to hand him the shampoo. Instead, strong fingers began working the lather into his hair, massaging his scalp with firm, circular motions. The sensation was so unexpectedly good that Jalen’s eyes fluttered closed, a small sound of pleasure escaping his throat.
“God, that feels amazing,” he admitted, leaning back into the touch.
“Glad you approve.” Chase’s thumbs pressed into the base of Jalen’s skull, easing tension he hadn’t even realized he was carrying. “Tilt your head back.”
