Free Clang by E. Davies

shoulders the whole time. Barely-restrained noises, probably stifled moans slipped through the air.
    That was all the encouragement he needed to dip his head and run his tongue tip from shaft to tip, around, and back down again.
    The velvety weight in his hand stiffened at the extra attention, going from half-mast to fully erect in almost the blink of an eye. The stiffening under his mouth and the very close-up view were the hottest.
    Jackson's thighs tensed and his stomach tightened. His fingertips dug into the flesh of Chase's shoulder. The second time Chase did that, another quiet grunt escaped the back of Jackson's throat. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, biting back whatever words he had.
    Chase scooted closer between Jackson's legs and knelt up a little straighter. Oh, the size of this delicious cock! When he licked back up to the head, this time, he closed his lips around the flushed head. He sucked at the sensitive slit for a moment, then kept his lips tight around the shaft. He bobbed his head down.
    “Y-Yeah...” Jackson breathed out hoarsely. He kneaded Chase's shoulder rhythmically now. Fingernails dug into Chase's shoulder and he knew he was on the right track.
    Chase took in the hot, throbbing shaft easily. He tilted his head just a little further with each inch to make sure it slid across his tongue to the back of his throat. He sucked in his cheeks, bobbing his head back up, then set into a quicker rhythm up and down the shaft.
    Jackson's thighs quivered. He slid his hand up from Chases' shoulder to tangle in the hair at the back of Chase's head. He probably so desperately wanted to fuck Chase's mouth, but he stopped himself. His breathing came in short gasps as Chase sucked his cock.
    Chase flickered his gaze up Jackson's body for the first time.
    Sure, Jackson was stunning normally, but Jackson was indescribably beautiful leaning up against the wall, his legs spread. The back of one hand was on the wall above his own head. His biceps were rippling above his head, and his chest heaved. His gaze was focused on Chase.
    “Mmm,” Chase moaned around the shaft, flickering his tongue around the head. He teased that sensitive spot underneath the shaft before continuing to draw his mouth up and down.
    Jackson growled under his breath. His cock was throbbing, so hot and salty, with just a hint of bitterness. His hips kept moving in the tiniest jerks like he was forcing them back against the wall despite himself. Chase let one hand rest on Jackson's hip and tugged it. He kept his head still and glanced up at him to encourage him to move.
    “You sure?”
    Chase's eyes narrowed with amusement, but he kept his mouth wrapped around the base of Jackson's cock. His nose was buried in the hair at the base of the shaft. My mouth's a bit full, you.
    Jackson's cheeks were red as he pushed his hips forward once, then twice... A few thrusts later, he got into the rhythm of it.
    Fuck, the only thing better would be having this hot man grab his cheeks harder. Chase wanted to feel his desperate desire to squirt his passion down Chase's throat...
    As Jackson approached the edge, his balls drew tighter and his breathing stuttered more. His hips moved faster and it was harder to breathe.
    Chase didn't give a fuck. Jackson was the hottest guy he'd sucked off in years, and he wasn't going to let bodily needs get in his way.
    “You – you gotta finish,” Jackson whispered moments later. His voice was hoarse and broken with pleasure. “Or else I'm gonna bruise your throat.”
    Chase nearly laughed, but he managed not to. He just pressed his palm to Jackson's stomach to slam him back against the wall. He aggressively sucked in his lips around the shaft again, bobbing his head up and down. He wanted to give him quick, ruthless enveloping warmth and wetness that he was certain would get Jackson there...
    Jackson's groan echoed around the workshop. His hips pushed forward again and stuttered, thighs and stomach clenching.