The Chase Ch. 08

Chapter 8: Chase catches up

GRIFFIN

The day after Chase told me he wanted to give the two of us a shot, we barely left my room. I remember waking up the next day with his messy blonde hair tickling the lips that I used to kiss him all throughout the night. Chase was such a needy sleeper, constantly reaching out for some part of my body he could hold onto which made my heart swell. Every time I felt those long fingers cling into my arm or leg or some...other...part of me, it was a reminder that he wanted me- maybe even just as much as I wanted him. After about an hour or so of cuddling and pretending that we were still tired, we eventually raided my mini fridge and found just enough milk for two big bowls of cereal and a large mason jar full of leftover cold brew that Greg let me take home because it was a day old. Chase grabbed the bowls and poured us a fifty-fifty mix of Honey Bunches of Oats and some Trader Joe's granola with specs of peanut butter and toasted nuts. I gave Chase's share of cold brew a splash of the remaining milk because he doesn't like it too strong. We took our sets just like last night, playing footsy on my Target rug while chatting through breakfast.

We slipped on some clothes sometime between brushing our teeth and breakfast- which provided a welcomed distraction from the seven or so inches of meat that he kept hidden underneath a pair of blue boxer briefs. It was nice to have both worlds- a guy I could be so sexually drawn to, yet someone I could also be a complete dork in front of. It always seemed like I could only ever have one or the other. But not with Chase- this newfound playfulness was well received, because this wasn't just about me and what I wanted, but also him.

After breakfast, we fell into this modified version of a typical Sunday afternoon. Chase took my desk and started typing away at some writing assignment he was confident he could knock out in under two hours. I meanwhile stayed back in bed, going over a few slideshows from class lectures while scribbling notes. Every now and then, I'd look over to see his back scrunched up, flexing those muscles I didn't know he had whenever he was trying to think of the right word to use. He ended up finishing fifteen minutes before he thought he would, right as I was writing down the last few bullet points in my notebook.

Chase slid back into bed, kissing me square on the lips. "Time for the dicks?" he asked.

"The what?" I asked, not sure if I heard him correctly.

"The dicks!" he insisted. "We gotta find out who drew the dicks!"

I let out a laugh as he punched my arm. After some playful wrestling, I reached for my laptop and started up the last few episodes of American Vandal we had left. Chase cozied up next to me with his head resting on my chest as we watched that cool introduction credits scene and eventually, the last of season one.

It was just after one when he finally convinced me to leave the room and go get some food that wasn't microwaved. After the last episode, he'd fallen into my arms and I'd been holding him close while he offered up a few of our usual spots - knowing that eventually I'd bite. I pouted when he pulled away to get dressed, and after realizing I was being a baby, he tossed a few clean clothes in my direction before coming over for a kiss. I didn't complain after that, slipping on the clothes- not without taking a hundred or so mental pictures of Chase trying to squeeze his ass into those tight jeans he liked to wear. We slipped on our shoes and closed the door behind us, standing there in the hallway for a second like we were waiting for a meteor to come crashing down in the middle of McKinley Hall. Both of us had been so fucked over the past few years that the idea of some happy ending seemed like a cruel twisted fate before an eventual collapse. We braced ourselves, clutching onto each other's hands and waiting for the blow. But it never came. We were together, and that same universe that wouldn't let me have him in the first place, was somehow now okay with us as a couple. God, she was a twisted fucker.

We were walking past the lobby when I realized that Chase and I had never let go of our hands. It was weird at first, considering I wasn't typically one for PDA, but again- as I say all the time- it's different with Chase.

As the day went on, I still had to stop an appreciate how far we had come. Chase was mine and he made no efforts to hide us. He'd always wait for me just outside my room with his hand held out as if needing to hold mine before we walk off. And then there were the little touches of affection- the way he'd brush my shoulder when coming up behind me, or how he'd intentionally bump my arm when we walked close. All of this worked to make me realize that he was just as into me as I was of him- my deepest fear disappearing into a wandering wind.

***

I tried on what felt like the fifteenth shirt that night, hoping that whatever I decided on would be good enough for Chase. I had to be out of the door in the next five minutes to meet up with him, but none of what I owned seemed right. He'd seen me in all of these clothes already and as stupid as it sounds, there's still this part of me that wants to impress him. I look over to the clock just above my desk and let out a few curses before settling on a navy button up shirt that he's complimented me on a couple times.

Chase is standing just outside our residence hall and I take a few seconds to shamelessly give him a once over. God does he look good- filling out a black polo and khakis as he stands around like a piece of meat just waiting to be snatched up. But that boy is mine, and I make that even more evident as I slip an arm around his shoulders and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. He likes acts like that- with his blushing cheeks as an indicator that I'd done good.

We get to the block of some famed restaurant that's got nothing but shimmering reviews on Yelp. Yesterday we decided to go on an actual date- knowing that our entire timeline has been messed up since we got together. Chase and I had skipped over three bases and were dangerously teasing the catcher as we played around with the idea of running straight to home. As far as sex goes, there's still one line we hadn't crossed and not because we didn't want to. Hell, Chase could give me the green light on a random Wednesday afternoon and I'd come running. But I think deep down, we wanted to wait a little bit and catch our breaths. It was still only a week into the two of us and so an obligatory first date seemed like the right thing to do.

When we walked over to entrance, we saw a line wrapping around the entire other end of the block. Chase peeked his head over to see another ten or so couples just waiting to be seated, each looking as uninterested and annoyed as the next. We even took a quick look at the menu, managing to hide our joint shock at how expensive every single item was. Chase simply shrugged his shoulders, asking, "Wanna just go somewhere else?"

I quickly nodded, feeling my stomach grumble, "Yes please." I looked through my phone to see what else was nearby, offering, "There's this wing shop a couple blocks down that's apparently really good- you down for that?"

Chase sighed out loud, "Wings sound so good right now, Griff." He looked over at me as I led the way, "Definitely seems more our style anyways."

About fifteen minutes later, the two of us were deep into what felt like our sixth or seventh wing. Chase had gone for a dozen lemon pepper while I went with the same number of garlic parmesan. A basket of fries, a good portion of cut up carrots and celery, and two glasses of sweet tea rounded out the meal. Chase and I hunched over the stainless steel table, careful not to get any residual sauce on the nice clothes that ultimately were worn for no reason at all. I let out a few laughs when I saw him sucking one of the bones dry, as if trying to get as much flavor out of it as he could.

He rolled his eyes, "Can't we have one meal in peace without you dirtying it up?" He asked, tossing a rolled up napkin and hitting me square in the face. I shot back at him, stealing one of his wings in the process. I took a bite on the crunchy exterior, sinking my teeth into the juicy meat that was chock full of lemon and hints of spice. It took everything in me to not suck the bones dry just as he did.

I tossed the bones aside as he gave me a knowing look, "See what I mean, Griff?"

Chase accepted my defeat and swapped baskets until all that remained were countless bones and a few celery stalks. After sipping down the last of our tea, we both leaned back into the soft booth, staring at the wreckage left behind after two hungry boys.

"I'd glad we ended up here." Chase said, wiping off the residual sauce from his fingertips.

"Yeah that place we were supposed to go to sounds good on paper, but it's just not for us."

Chase nodded, clearing away the plates into a neat pile and stacking our empty cups by the edge of the table. "I feel like we're just so worried about having skipped all those steps that we have this need to fill in the gaps."

I grabbed his freshly wiped hands, "Look Chase, we may have moved through things a little quick since last weekend. But for me, it feels like I started a marathon with you months ago and have been just waiting at the finish line for you to catch up."

Chase gives me that look like he's just understanding what I'm saying, "You've been my best friend for a year and a half so all of that- it's a head start that no new couples get." He's smiling now, clutching onto my thumbs, "We don't need to fill in any gaps. It doesn't matter how we got here, but we did."

"No regrets?" I ask.

Chase shakes his head immediately, "None at all."

***

We go back to my room and there's this urgency about us- like the pace of everyone walking in front of us is too slow and the elevator doors can't close fast enough. Every time I look up at Chase, he shoots me this mischievous grin that looks like he's up to something- a far cry from the innocent one that he wears so well. I don't know what he has up his sleeve, but I'm convinced that boy could coerce me into just about anything with little effort.

I open the door and Chase makes himself at home, slipping out of his shoes and diving back into my bed like it's a trust fall. He motions for me, doing little snow angels on my twin as if it's a California King. I don't last too long before I'm diving too, softly crashing onto his body and being met with an embrace that warms through my clothes. There's this way about Chase when we're like this- it's a deadly combination of me wanting to hold him like the most precious thing there is and also wanting to do the naughtiest things I can think of.

He looks up at me and there's a fire in his eyes that only I can extinguish. I take my tongue, licking at the creases of his mouth until he opens it up for me to taste. He tastes like sweet tea mixed with a half dozen or so breath mints he popped as we left the restaurant. After submitting to me and my tongue, he kisses back hard, pressing his forceful lips against mine again. His body gets into it too, wrapping his arms around me while his sock-covered feet find their way to the small of my back. These kisses- his touch- it's so much that I can feel the sweat start to collect on my own clothes and I realize that the two of us are wearing far too much.

I reach for my shirt but his strong hands stop me as I look to him, "No, let me." He says, pulling at the hem until it comes off entirely. I return the favor for him, even fixing the loose strands of hair that came undone with his shirt.

He laughs as I brush my fingers through his blonde locks, "Am I pretty again?" He teases, giving me a taste of those puppy dog eyes.

I cradle his jaw in my hand, "You're beautiful, Chase." I say, without any inflection so he knows I'm not playing with him.

He gets this face like he wants to laugh and say how stupid I am. But that quickly washes away and instead, he gives me eyes that scream he's thankful. I take that. I'll take whatever Chase offers me.

Our pants come off without any of my one liners which, based on his eagerness, Chase seems to be thankful for. Then we're back to where we were: his long legs wrapped around my back with all ten of his fingers muffling through my hair like each strand is a little nerve ending that sends pleasure straight to the brain. And he's hard under me- almost as if he can't bare it. He kisses me with that eagerness he'd ridden all night and something tells me- this is him not holding back anymore.

Chase takes my hand in his and slows our kiss.

"I don't want to wait anymore, Griff. I don't care if maybe we're moving too fast." He softens those hazel eyes, "It's you- and so I know I won't regret this."

I take our hands together and kiss the top. "I don't wanna wait either." I say, diving down for another kiss.

He then turns his back to me and starts fumbling through the drawers of my nightstand. I look at him, asking, "What on earth are you looking for?"

He continues to search, not bothering to turn back to me, "Lube! I wanna make sure we do this right."

I shake my head with a laugh and grab ahold of his hips. Chase writhes beneath me as I put my weight on him, "Third drawer on the right. It's in a Nike shoebox along with a pack of condoms."

He grabs both and holds it in the air like he's just won the lottery. He tosses them to me and sits back into my head, "I secured the goods. Think you can handle it from here?"

"Roger that." I say, flipping over the cap and applying a generous amount all over my fingers. Chase has got his legs propped up with his kneecaps staring straight at the ceiling when I take my slick fingers and start rubbing against his puckered hole.

I knelt there, fingering Chase's perfectly puckered hole. He was still tight as fuck, especially after I slipped a second one in there- which he took with a deep moan and a few curse words. Then it was all breathing. I could feel him exhale as his hole opened up, offering more of himself to me. But unlike the rest of the events tonight- this is something I wanted to take my time with.

"How does that feel?" I ask, slowly pulling my fingers in and out of his hole.

Chase bit down on his lip and half-heartedly gave his cock a few strokes. "All my senses are on fire right now" he said in a breathy voice.

I took his cock, slowly applying pressure to the shaft while my fingers ran circles around his opening. He shot me an excited look, "Easy there, buddy. I wanna drag this out as long as we can."

He nodded, "I know- it's just been a while." He sensed my confusion, continuing awkwardly, "We uh- didn't do it that often and I don't know what it was, but I just didn't want to fall into that next stage of things yet."

I slowed my motions but kept some momentum, not wanting to make him feel like I was shocked. That was one aspect of things I never dared to let cross my mind. I know how much of a big deal sex was to Chase and so to even hear this just made him all the more real.

"It's been a while for me too." I said, laying my cards out along with his.

"Not even with Alec?" he asked.

"No." I replied, letting go of his cock and rubbing my hand against his hard body. "He's always been just a friend."

I leaned forward and took his pouting lips in mine and kissed him deeply, "But you- you've never been just my friend. You've always been more."

He kissed me a few more times, plus an extra one just for good measure. Chase leaned back into the headboard, "This is against the rules right?" He asked, "Talking about other dudes while we're in bed?"

I smiled, "We're not delusional enough to think that neither of us has a past." I reclaimed his cock, still rock hard and throbbing. "But for now, let's keep it just you and me."

He added, "Always has been."

With that, I sunk down, nearly getting cross eyed as my sight was fixed on his cock. Chase had a size that made my mouth water as I leaned in to get a taste of him. He kept his fingers in my hair, gripping slightly when I swiped my tongue on his leaking tip, lapping up all of the precum the boy offered me.

"Fuck Griff"

I worked past his little pleas for me to slow down, feeding only the bigger desire inside me to taste even more of him. Even in all my trysts, I had never submitted myself in quite the same way- falling completely victim to this boy and his beautiful cock. Every other encounter before this was all about me and getting myself to that sense of pleasure, but now, all of this was about Chase. I wanted him to be on that very edge, with inches of his body off into the deep unknown and only my grip as a tether before he falls. Once he's there, only then will I give him the release that he deserves- not a minute sooner.

I waited for his eyes to face me again, covered in tufts of blonde hair with his hands covering his cheeks in a sense of surprise. Then, I took his cock by the shaft and patted it against my tongue, letting that slick tip bounce against it, teasing the both of us. Chase seemed to like this with his face curling up into a smile that was so infectious, I couldn't help but smile too.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were playing games with me." He said, fondling my hair as I dabbed his cock on my tongue.

"Why? Are you not having fun?" I asked, kissing along the shaft like it was my prized possession.

"Oh, I'm having fun." He announced, "I just didn't know sex could be like this."

"Like what?"

Chase channeled his strength and flipped me over- taking me by surprise. My eyes went wide as he kissed at my neck, "Playful, yet passionate" He moved his mouth down towards my collarbone, sucking on the loose stretch of skin and gently nibbling on it with his teeth, "Intense, yet comfortable"

Not wanting to be outdone, I flipped us back causing Chase to laugh which was music to my ears. I reached for his face, lightly pinching his cheek, "It'll always be that way for us." I let go, softly rubbing my finger where I applied the pressure, "I promise you that."

I take Chase's lips- my mine- in a deep kiss. The boy unfolded before me like a freshly stitched book that couldn't quite close. Chase's legs stayed on either side of me as his hand snaked down between our hard bodies until it took hold of my cock. Slowly, I continued to tease, rubbing the head of my dick all over his, leaving a trail of precum as evidence. Chase's fingers slowly worked the leaking tip down, past his taint before resting against his pucker.

He wanted this. In all my hesitance and questioning that maybe he wasn't ready, his hands gave me the answer I was looking for. I reached over, grabbing a condom in the still open nightstand drawer and placed it beside me. Next came the bottle of lube that must have been thrilled to be used for something other than the nightly jerk off sessions I'd succumbed to these past few weeks. Chase grabbed the wrapper and tore it with his teeth, making a show of him spitting out the top portion before handing it to me with a wink. I rolled the condom onto my cock, hoping that in due time, we could throw all of them out entirely. Chase eased further into my bed, getting more comfy as if expecting that neither of us would be leaving these spots anytime soon.

I aligned my cock with his ass and could feel it slowly opening up to me. Chase wasn't a virgin by any means, but he sure was tight- a lot tighter than any of the guys I'd been with. He laid his bare palm on my chest, folding like a book between my pecs. I reached out and held him by the wrist, giving him that reassurance that all of this- every single stroke- would be undone if he would say so. But still, he kept his beautiful lips shut, parting them only to release a few moans or to let his teeth bite down on that bottom lip like a balloon slowly being deflated. I looked into those eyes, seeing them widen when he bottomed out. I leaned down, gently pulling him up to me so I could kiss him and press my lips against his the same way my cock pushed further into his hole. Chase hooked his arm around my neck and held me there with every inch of my rock hard dick shoved into him as his needy tongue lapped around my mouth.