Page 32 of Coming to Grips
“Chase,” groans Kyle, and his head thumps against the wall, face slack, eyes glazed in the blue fluorescence of the parking lot lights streaming through the window. His abs tighten and his cock throbs once and then he comes, pulsing all over Chase’s hand. Chase’s strokes slow, but he can’t stop touching Kyle, feeling the weight of Kyle’s balls in his hands, holding his dick as it softens.
Both of them are breathing hard, gazes locked. Chase has no idea what to do with a hand coated with jizz. Kyle’s hand is still in Chase’s pants. He blinks and then smiles.
With the hand not in Chase’s pants, Kyle tugs Chase forward. The kiss is soft, reverent. It might be the sweetest kiss Chase has ever had. Kyle nuzzles his nose against Chase’s, along his cheek, and the faint scrape of five o’clock shadow against five o’clock rasps between them.
Once they decide to let each other go, Kyle scoops his tee shirt from the floor and wipes Chase’s hand clean and then his own. Leaning forward, he cups Chase’s jaw. His kisses are small little sips of Chase. The left corner of the mouth, the swell of his lower lip, a thumb pressed to his chin.
Chase sighs and parts his lips. Kyle smiles against his mouth. The kisses deepen with a scrape of teeth, the warm wet of tongue as Kyle slants his mouth across Chase’s. It’s lush more than heated, and he pulls back way too soon to rest his forehead against Chase’s shoulder. “Let’s go to bed.”
Chase flushes. He’s never done any of this, and he’d be lying if he claimed he wasn’t nervous despite his big words and confident thoughts earlier. Not to mention tackling Kyle to a wall.
Kyle tsks, shakes his head. Chase marvels and worries in equal measure about what comes next.
“Nothing, babe,” Kyle says as if reading his thoughts.
Kyle yanks back the covers and they tumble into one of the beds, limbs tangling as he arranges the sheet over them. They face each other. Chase on his right side, arm stretched out, with his hand pinned beneath Kyle’s side. His left hand is free to hold Kyle, to touch him. Kyle’s expression is one of wonder and love. How the hell had Chase not noticed?
“Things with Anna were never like this,” Chase says. Even after just one time, he knows this without a doubt.
“I wouldn’t think so,” Kyle replies with a grin. “I don’t exactly have the same plumbing.”
Chase sobers. “I don’t mean physically.”
Kyle runs the backs of his fingers gently along Chase’s cheek. “I know you don’t, Ace. Don’t worry about it right now, all right?”
Chase nods.
Kyle closes the space between them and puts his mouth on Chase’s again. A long leg wraps around Chase’s thigh and he inches closer until their erections are sliding and rubbing against each other. Kyle places Chase’s hand on their bodies, circles it with his own, and starts stroking. Slow, steady movements that feel amazing. Chase’s body jerks, small explosions fire along his skin, his breath stutters, and his hips roll forward and back. A groan tears from his throat, and, surprisingly, he comes again. Kyle’s breath echoes in sharp pants tinged with deep moans. His leg tightens around Chase, and there’s another burst of warm wetness on their hands and Chase’s stomach.
Their chests rise and fall in tandem and Kyle looks at him again with those dark eyes that Chase realizes he’s always found fascinating. Attractive. They’re so dark right now, Chase is having a hard time separating iris from pupil. He lets himself float in the emotions there, drown in the intensity of it all.
Chase kisses him, as deeply, as passionately as he can, pouring out his feelings through actions. He’s never felt closer to anyone. The kissing and caressing slow and they finally fall asleep.
* * *
Kyle lies there for a moment wondering what woke him. It’s early, but the sun’s up and shining in through the still-uncovered window. The only thing he can ascribe his waking to is just having Chase in his bed. He’s never been so content, so happy in his life. It isn’t about the sex at all. They hadn’t even done much, but it was the best night he’s had in a long time—because Chase is in his bed at last.
Chase’s sooty lashes fan out across his tanned cheeks, and he sports more than five o’clock shadow, but he’s beautiful. Kyle’s heart’s full and the hollow ache he’s hidden and ignored for years is gone. He watches Chase sleep, the rise and fall of his muscled chest; he marvels at the smooth lines of his face and smiles at the wildness of his hair.
Chase’s lashes flutter and then his eyes are open and glancing around, trying to get his bearings. Kyle’s gut tightens. How does Chase feel right now? Does he regret what they’d done or will he—
Their eyes meet.
Kyle inhales, holds his breath.
Chase smiles, and the breath he was holding streams out. They stare at each other for a while, and Kyle’s comfortable with the silence.
“Been awake long?” Chase asks.
“Not too long,” Kyle replies.
“Were you watching me sleep?”
“Yes.”
Several emotions cross Chase’s face, but he doesn’t say anything. They gaze for a little longer and Chase finally says, “Good morning.”
“It damn sure is,” says Kyle, leaning over to kiss him, a chaste, lingering kiss to the side of his mouth. Chase presses back.
