Free Clang by E. Davies Page B

at his sketches, then looking back at his own and comparing them to Chase's body. Chase had done the same with his own sketches and Jackson's body...
    Even knowing Jackson was into his type, he hadn't known Jackson was into him . And they might have only been casual friends, but this man was a catch.
    “And good with their hands?” Jackson cupped his bulge through denim, his strong palm rubbing along the hardened shaft.
    Chase rolled his head back with a moan of need. His toes curled into his shoes as he hooked his legs around the legs of the table.
    Jackson crouched over him. He leaned across the table, bracing one strong arm over his head to kiss him hard.
    In response, Chase grabbed Jackson's cheeks and pulled him closer. Their lips melded once more into a smooth, erotic dance of warm skin teasing skin. Jackson's kisses made his skin light up. Every nerve ending was suddenly more sensitive to Jackson's nipples brushing his own, or Jackson's hand wandering up his stomach...
    “Oh, my – oh my God,” Chase moaned, his cock aching. His head spun at what it was like to be touched and cherished, and not just in the moments before getting fucked. If Jackson could do that again already, he'd was a miracle or he was lying about his age.
    But Jackson wasn't out for pleasure for himself. The thought was nearly overwhelming. Chase let go of Jackson, thrilled that Jackson kept kissing him in rough, wet, open-mouthed kisses. He ran his hands up over Jackson's rippling arms and down his back. Jackson's body was warm and pleasurable against his needy erection, but it wasn't enough.
    “Oh, God, please,” Chase moaned. Jackson slid a little further away, kissing his way – tortuously slow – down Chase's body. Chase squirmed against the table. He wished those lips were wrapping around his bare nipple or pressed against bare skin... Jackson teased him through his shirt, all the way down to his stomach.
    Jackson crouched over his groin. He raised his hips to let Jackson unbutton his jeans and slide them down to his thighs. His cock popped free in the warm air, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation.
    Roughened fingers still slid up under his shirt this time, feeling him up just as he'd touched Jackson in the heat of the moment. Unlike Chase had done, Jackson didn't tease him, though.
    A hot, almost unbearably stimulating mouth closed around the tip of his cock. Then, Chase was enveloped by that same wet heat all the way down his shaft. His whole body throbbed and thrummed with desire. “Y-Yes...!”
    Jackson groaned quietly. The vibrations sent little shivers through Chase's thighs as he braced his feet around the edge of the table legs. It kept him almost flat on the table... Almost. Not so he couldn't push up once or twice between those supple, smooth lips, though.
    It was impossible to hold out for long under this attention. The wet heat sucking tightly around his sensitive skin was hard to handle. Then, Jackson pulled his head back to rub the rest of the shaft with one hand and firmly suck the tip...
    Yet Chase couldn't quite finish, still so wrapped up in his own anxiety and inexperience. His heart pounded and his chest heaved for breath. It was like he was hanging on the precipice. His whole body quivered or flinched every time Jackson's touch ignited nerves along his skin or made his stomach tense. But he couldn't quite get there.
    His chest pounded harder and harder with nameless worries, even as his body still quivered on that knife's edge of need. A couple of minutes of torture later, he whispered, “Christ, I might – I might take a while...”
    Jackson sucked his mouth off the length and licked it as he whispered, “That's all right.” His voice rumbled in a deep, desiring growl. “I got all night.”
    Oh, fuck, of course he was patient and sweet and so fucking hot...
    And he sounded like he'd meant it. Chase relaxed against the table again, sharply moaning when Jackson's wet mouth enveloped him again.
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