Page 73 of Hot for Teacher
They could do whatever the fuck Chase wanted—stand on their heads and have an upside-down tea party—as long as it meant Chase stayed the night.
Killian inclined his chin. “Of course.”
He strode to the couch and sat down, feeling an odd sense of role reversal: Killian obeying Chase’s orders for once, even if they’d been expressed as requests. And despite that request, Chase remained standing. He glanced down at the book Killian had been failing to read, brows lifted.
“Any good?”
Killian didn’t look away from Chase’s face. “I have no fucking idea.”
Chase huffed a soft laugh and stepped closer and then closer again, until he was wedged between Killian’s spread knees. He took his cap off, setting it carefully on the coffee table.
Killian waited. He didn’t push or command or whisper a single one of the endearments crowding his throat. He’d learned his fucking lesson for the moment.
Chase took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I’m sorry I didn’t text,” he said afterward. “Not just tonight. This whole week.”
“I told you to take your time.”
Chase cocked his head. His green eyes were unbearably soft. “That was hard for you, wasn’t it?”
It had been excruciating. Killian cleared his throat. “I wanted you to be sure.”
Chase’s fingers clenched at the soft material of his pants, then released. “It wasn’t about being sure. It was about … wanting something so badly and having to say it out loud. Having to ask for it and trust that you would—that you would care.” His cheeks had gone pink, the color traveling down his neck. “That you would care enough to give it to me.”
Killian clenched his own hands into the couch cushions, holding himself back from lunging forward. “I want to give youeverythingyou want.”
“I know.” Chase took another deep breath. He placed one knee on the couch. Then the other. He straddled Killian’s lap and held himself there, with his perfect athlete’s posture. He cupped Killian’s face, his fingers warm against Killian’s skin. His expression was still calm, but his eyes were bright and burning. “And I do want it. I want it all. I want to be your boyfriend. I want to live here one day, and that feels like it’s too soon to say, but I’m saying it anyway. I want to wake up every morning, and I want you to make me breakfast. I want to come home to you at night, and I want you to break me down and put me back together over and over again. I want to be clingy and needy, and I want you to handle it. I want you to tell me I’m good, and I want you to mean it.”
It was everything Killian had been dying to hear, and the relief that flooded through him was so powerful it hurt. He was so fucking proud of his sweet boy for opening up, for telling Killian all his wants and wishes.
“Youaregood,” Killian said gruffly. “You’re perfect.”
Chase shook his head with another of those soft, lovely laughs. “I’m not perfect.”
Killian would beg to fucking differ, but he didn’t push the point. “I’m not either,” he said instead. “I’m pushy. Demanding. Greedy.”
Chase grinned, a flash of white teeth that took Killian’s breath away. “Yes.”
“You don’t mind.”
“I like that about you. I think I need it. I need you to want me so badly that you make it painfully obvious.” Chase shifted forward, his perfect, muscular ass brushing against Killian’s cock. “I crave it. I wake up every day craving you. So let’s just do the whole thing. Because that’s what I want. All of it.”
And then he was kissing Killian, and Killian couldn’t hold back any longer. He was all tongue and teeth and desperation. He couldn’t stop cupping Chase’s throat, gripping his shoulders, pressing against him chest to chest. He was sohungry. Hungry for Chase. Hungry for more. But just for a moment, this had to be enough, ravenous as he was. Having his beta back in his lap. In his arms.
Or at least Killian tried to let that be enough.
Eventually he couldn’t wait another second, and he broke the kiss, nuzzling against Chase’s neck. Scent marking him like he’d been dying to do since Chase had walked in that door.
Chase tilted his head to give Killian better access. “I’m surprised you held off this long.”
“I was trying to be considerate,” Killian grumbled, licking at the warm skin displayed in front of him, just because he could.
“My family—” Chase began.
“I’myour fucking family.”
Killian said the words too loud. Too mean. More growl than any coherent speech. He took a breath and leaned back, meeting startled green eyes. Did Chase really still not understand what he did to Killian? “I mean, I could be,” Killian amended, trying to sound like a more reasonable man. “If you’ll let me.”
Chase kissed him again, sucking on Killian’s tongue sweetly like the good fucking boy he was. It was a long time before he broke away again. “I’ve kept them blocked, but I’m going to undo it soon,” he told Killian breathlessly. “I’m going to try and have a conversation. And—and I’m going to start therapy.”
