Free Clang by E. Davies Page A

Chase's hand was still pressed against Jackson's chest, and he playfully tweaked Jackson's nipple.
    “Y-Yes, oh, fuck , yes!” Jackson grunted. His shaft swelled, then pulsated, and then... quick squirts of that glorious liquid, milky and thick and rich, almost sweet. It was the same baking soda base taste as every other guy, but there was something a little different, too.
    Chase's fingertip trailed around Jackson's nipple and played over the nub lightly. “Hnh!” Jackson's whole body shivered with apparently pleasurable overstimulation.
    Chase's throat bobbed. He swallowed each splatter of liquid against the back of his tongue and throat. He kept his mouth tight and bobbed his head to ease Jackson through his climax.
    When Jackson's hips went still and his breathing started to steady, Chase finally drew his mouth off the softening shaft. Chase knelt back to wipe his mouth and swallow a few more times.
    “Oh, Jesus, Chase,” Jackson whispered, his eyes wide. His cheeks were still red, his stomach heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
    Chase loved that reaction. It was like Jackson didn't take a second of what Chase had done for granted.
    “Th-Thanks,” Jackson added with a shaky laugh, and Chase laughed, too. How sweet.
    He took Jackson's offered hand and rose to his feet. “No problem,” he teased.
    Already, reality set in again. He was so hard himself, but he could wait 'til he got home. He hadn't meant to be so pushy, to demand Jackson's kisses and his pleasure... Jackson was still staring at him wide-eyed as he tucked his cock back into his jeans.
    I just fucked up our friendship, didn't I?
    “Uh, I should probably get going...” Chase didn't even fully understand why he had the strong desire to flee; he just did.
    “Wait,” Jackson murmured as Chase took a step back. He stepped forward to stay close, reaching out to take Chase's hand. “May I please return the favor?”
    What? Chase hadn't expected that.
    “Uh...”
    “I'd like to, if you're okay with it,” Jackson added firmly. His gaze flickered between Chase's eyes. The way he watched Chase like he knew him, knew all the fears and worries playing on his mind... It was almost unnerving, but it was blindingly hot at the same time.
    Chase swallowed hard. “Okay,” he whispered, barely even sure what he was agreeing to. It had been ages since a guy had blown him, longer still since he'd come from it. Fuck, this could be so awkward.
    Then again, he'd already taken the most awkward step in their relationship. He'd grabbed Jackson, kissed him, and sucked him off on the spot. Jackson couldn't possibly make things more awkward now.
    And... something about Jackson made him feel secure enough to agree to it.
    It's like I know him already. That sounds crazy. I can't tell him that.
    “You're gorgeous,” Jackson whispered. For a moment, Chase saw Antonio from the club the other night. But Jackson was watching him in the light of day – well, of the workshop – and asking him so politely if he could suck him off.
    Chase knew he was blushing. He shifted from foot to foot, caught off guard and not sure what to say to that. “Th-Thanks,” he laughed. “Glad I give such good head.”
    “Oh, you do,” Jackson marveled. A smile curled his lips as he pressed close to Chase, his hands tracing down Chase's sides. Jackson's hands, when they squeezed his ass, were immensely distracting.
    Chase shivered, pressing his thigh into Jackson's leg and grinding against him.
    Then, Jackson's hands curled around his upper thighs, right by his ass, lifting him right off his feet.
    “Oh, fuck,” Chase exclaimed. He grabbed Jackson's shoulders as Jackson carried him across the workshop to the table where he'd been sitting with the portfolio.
    Jackson laughed, shoving Chase onto his back on the table. He swept his portfolio book onto the chair. “You like your men big and strong, don't you?” he teased.
    “Yeah.” Chase's cheeks burned at the memory of Jackson looking