Chapter 15

The fucking bathroom?

I rolled my eyes as Chase opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a fresh roll of toilet paper to put on the dispenser. There was no reason both of us needed to be in there other than getting it done faster. It had the added perk of throwing the two of us into a small, enclosed space. Unfortunately, the smell of cleaner was ruining any type of mood that it would've created.

I scrubbed the walls of the shower, wiping away the soap stains. The amount of grime in here was absurd. It was like these people had been here for weeks instead of a couple of days. There was no way the water heater held up for this many showers, even if the house hadn't been overcapacity.

Chase bent over the toilet, grabbing something that dropped on the floor. Maybe the cleaning chemicals weren't killing the mood entirely because my eyes were drawn to the strip of skin that was exposed as his shirt slid up his back. When he stood, he looked over his shoulder and smirked at me. Busted.

"You missed a spot."

I jolted at his words, my gaze jumping to the wall. "What do you mean?"

Chase's cool chuckle filled the room, caressing my body as he pointed to a spot on the metal of the faucet. I couldn't see what the hell he was talking about. It gleamed. I'd used the polish and everything.

"I don't—"

My words cut off as a rush of cold water from the showerhead hit me. I spluttered, staring in shock at Chase, who looked at me wide-eyed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"Oh, you meant it alright."

I pulled Chase under the water with me, knocking his hat off and letting the spray soak his long strands. The dirty blond hair darkened as it got wet. My fingers itched to sink into the mop of hair and tangle it. So that's what they did, dragging him in for a bruising kiss.

We didn't have time to mess around like this, but with the way we were drenched, it wasn't like it mattered, anyway. It would take time to dry our clothes, so we might as well take advantage of the situation. With the way Chase had been taunting me since we got here, he'd wanted this.

Our clothes clung to our skin as we broke apart, panting. Chase's eyes were wide, his pupils blown as he pulled his soggy t-shirt over his head. It landed with a squish on the floor of the tub before he was tugging at the hem of mine. My nipples stood at attention from the chill of the water, not that I'd noticed with the hot man pressing against me.

With my shirt off and over my head, I fumbled behind us to turn the water off. There was no way I'd be able to keep any of this up while being blasted with the icy spray. As soon as the faucet cut off, Chase was back on me and the way his skin felt beneath my fingers was sublime. It pebbled into small goosebumps. He hissed as I found a nipple and tweaked it.

"That's it. You like that? You were always so fucking responsive. Your body is always so ready for me."

Chase shivered, and not just because of the cool air in the house hitting his damp skin.

"Why don't you put that mouth to good use," he panted.

I smirked, licking a droplet that trailed down his neck.

"Oh, Chase. The wicked things I want to do to you right now."

He groaned as my hands hooked into the band of his shorts and slid to the front to find the snap. They fell open with ease before sliding to the cool tile below us.

This was reckless, standing here and getting naked in the bathroom of the house we were supposed to be cleaning. But, God, I wanted to see him in all his glory again. The outline of his hard cock stood out against his gray boxers, and my mouth watered. I ached to touch him, to taste him. He'd denied me the last time, but I wouldn't tolerate it now.

There was zero hesitation as I sank to my knees and mouthed him through the material of his underwear. His fingers clutched my hair as he whimpered. Chase wasn't overly large, more average, if you will. When I pulled down his boxers, I was greeted with the shiny, pink head that peeked out of his foreskin.

When Chase and I had first hooked up, all those years ago, he'd been embarrassed about it. He wasn't cut like I was, but I thought it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I loved the way the loose skin moved over his head when I'd jack him. It was like unwrapping a gift every time.

My lips wrapped around the tip and Chase let out a curse as I sank over his length. My tastebuds were assaulted with the salty taste of his precum as it oozed out of him. His taste was always one of my favorites, but it didn't take much to make me gag. I was severely out of practice when it came to blowing another guy.

Chase chuckled, tugging on my hair and pulling me back. My eyes watered as I looked up at those hypnotic gray orbs. "Easy does it."

I had to fight the urge to laugh with him, but I wanted to do this. When we'd done this at the party, I'd wanted nothing more. It was too bad that he hadn't let me indulge.

With my hand wrapped around his base, I dove back in, running my tongue along his tip before suckling at it. Another pump of precum assaulted my senses. He smelled amazing. All musk and man. Sea salt and sunshine.

Instead of diving in like before, I took my time. My hand glided over the exposed skin of his cock as I focused my attention on his cockhead. My tongue dug into his slit and then pulled back his foreskin so I could swirl around the sensitive ridge of the head.

"That's it. Fuck, Nate. Your mouth is fantastic."

I wanted to purr at his praise. Sure, hearing it had always been his thing, but I hadn't minded it either. We had brought out a different side of each other when it came to the bedroom.

When I popped off of his dick, I stood. Our mouths connected and Chase growled at his taste on my tongue. My cock was in physical pain. I wanted to free it and let it join in for some play.

The moment we broke apart, I scrambled to push my pants down. My briefs followed, and we stood naked in front of each other for the first time in four years. My eyes wanted to drink him in and remember every last bump and ridge because this didn't feel real. This felt fleeting, like it could all be taken away just as easily as he was giving it. Please don't take it away.

Chase's back hit the wall as my fingers worked their way into his wet hair. The room filled with the sounds of our moans as we ground against each other. The feel of his burning flesh against mine was so damn addictive and I found myself wondering once more how I stayed away from him for all that time. There was a rightness to this. We were meant to be together like this. We should have never been apart, but like a damn fool, I'd gone and fucked it all up.

This wasn't the time to think about that as his cock rubbed against mine. I craved the burn. My hips rutted against his as I sought friction. We were like two lost souls seeking refuge. We only existed with the other. Lost and incomplete.

He wrapped a hand around our engorged cocks. The tight pressure and the feel of his hot flesh against mine were enough to have my eyes rolling back into my head. Chase didnt mess around, working quickly to pursue our orgasms.

"Goddamn, Chase. That's such a good fucking boy. Grip harder. Pull my dick like you mean it."

His moan was deep and guttural as he unleashed all over my cock and stomach. His cum mixed with mine as I followed right behind him.

The room was humid and the sound of our panting breaths filled the air as we rode out the waves. Chase rested his forehead against mine before our lips met in a slow, languid kiss that had my toes curling. There was no way I'd be able to give this up at the end of the summer, and it wasn't just the sex. If I could find a way to get him to let me in again, I wanted everything with him. It had been stupid to let college get in the way. He deserved so much better than that.