Chapter 11

Chase—No,Wash972—was like a force of nature, sweeping me up in a whirlwind of lust. My head spun as I took the stairs up to my apartment two at a time, Chase so close behind that his panting breath heated my neck.

I wasn’t sure how I’d gone from not a chance to let’s go to my place. When I’d seen Chase holding that book, I’d stumbled to an abrupt stop and squeezed my eyes shut in the hopes I was hallucinating. But no. When I opened them again, Chase was still fucking there, shattering the fantasies I’d created.

All my worries over whether Wash was a man or woman, whether I’d be attracted to them in person, flitted away. Because Wash was Chase fucking Fox, and that was an avalanche of dismay compared to those small winds of change.

Thiswas the guy I’d been sharing my heartache with—the very one causing it?

I should have been furious, especially when Chase turned that big grin on me like this was all a great surprise. But when he’d caught up to me on the sidewalk and crowded so close I tasted his breath, my body crackled to life. When he touched me? A charge traveled through me, like I was the conduit for his electricity.

Sparks danced over my skin even now where Chase’s fingers squeezed my hips while I fumbled for my key to unlock my apartment door above my record store.

“Hurry,” he murmured. “I want you so bad I’m about to lose my mind.”

That made two of us.

Which…was not usually the case for me.

I enjoyed sex. Getting off was cool. The intimacy it helped create in relationships was important. But it had never been cataclysmic for me. The sexting I’d done with Wash972 had been more powerful than most of my sexual experiences.

When I got the door open, Chase shoved me inside, making me stumble before catching me. He spun me in his arms and kissed me like a ravenous beast. And fucking hell, how was this so good? Why him? Why now?

I gripped his shirt and pulled him harder against me, reveling in the feel of our bodies colliding. His teeth cut into my lip as we staggered, but that sharp bite only added to the lust roaring through my veins.

“Gotta make good on my promises,” Chase murmured, reaching for the button on my jeans and popping it open.

I shuddered hard as he drew down my zipper and slid his hand beneath my waistband.

“You still want this, baby?”

“Not if you’re gonna call me that.”

He stilled and met my eyes with a sheepish grin. “Sorry, heat of the moment. You still want it, Austin? My mouth on your cock?”

He curled his fingers around my shaft and stroked, making me damn near incapable of speaking.

I nodded. “F-fuck yes.”

He kissed me once more, a hard, bruising press of lips, then dropped to his knees on my wood floor. He winced as his knees hit, but he didn’t let it stop him, tugging my jeans down over my hips and leaning forward to blow lightly over the tip of my already glistening dick.

I throbbed with desire, little more than one big pulse of need. Yet, Chase slowed down instead of speeding up, the asshole. He nuzzled my balls and placed small kisses on my inner thigh. He slid his hands from my hips to my ass and squeezed.

I slipped my hands into his hair. “You going to fondle me all day or fucking suck my dick?”

He looked up at me, a smirk tipping his lips. “Why don’t you make me?”

Heat flared. Did he mean…

“Go on, Austin. I know how I’ve infuriated you since I arrived. Punish me with your cock. Make me take it. Make me choke on it—”

With a strangled sound—half lust, half rage—I grabbed his jaw and pulled, forcing his mouth open. With my other hand, I guided my cock between his lips.

We both groaned as I slid over his tongue.

Chase’s eyelids slipped shut, as if he was savoring the taste of me, and it only fired me up more. I grabbed his head and thrust deeper into his hot, wet mouth. This wasn’t how our sexting had gone. Chase had taken charge, had guided me to orgasm.

But Chase had provoked me into fucking his mouth, and now I was mindlessly rutting into his wet heat, relishing the gagging sounds he made, the squeeze of his throat.

“You fucking dick,” I gasped. “It wasn’t supposed to be you.”

He pulled back, and I let him catch his breath. “S-sorry, but I’m glad it’s you.”

He dove back on my dick before I could process a reply, and I groaned as he relaxed his throat and took me deep. I let him take over, some of my anger fizzling out as pure pleasure swamped me. Chase really was good with his mouth, using his tongue to tease my slit, before sucking me in and swallowing around my shaft.

He slipped a finger into the cleft of my ass, prodding at my hole. I clenched up in surprise. “Going right there, huh? That wasn’t part of the sexting.”

Chase chuckled around my cock, sending vibrations dancing up my shaft, but he pulled his hand away.

I wasn’t freaked out by the idea of ass stuff, but I wasn’t experienced with it either. I didn’t want to stop and explain all that.

“Get your dick out,” I ordered instead. “When we sexted, you touched yourself too.”

Chase moaned and lowered his right hand to fumble his pants open and draw out his cock. It was thicker than I’d expected, a fairly average length, and a dark, angry red that told me he had to be aching for release.

“Stroke it,” I murmured, not even caring that Chase’s blow job got sloppier when he split his focus between my pleasure and his. “Wanna see you blow with my dick in your mouth.”

He groaned and tipped forward, nearly choking himself on my cock while he jerked himself.

I didn’t think it would be so hot, watching a guy stroke it out. Maybe it was the fact my dick was in his mouth at the same time. Or maybe it was because the guy was Chase, who’d always brought out the fire in me, even if it was through snarky banter. Or because he was also Wash, who I’d gotten so close to after weeks of conversation.

Whatever the reason, it fucking worked for me.

“I’m close.” I gasped for air. “Fucking come before I shoot down your throat.”

Chase groaned, movements stuttering, and cum erupted from the tip of his cock. It streaked over his knuckles and dripped onto my floor, just missing his pants.

We were both fully dressed, only our cocks out, and somehow that struck me as hot as fuck.

I came hard, unable to resist thrusting in deep, choking him a little as pleasure overwhelmed me. My cock pulsed once, twice, three times, and then I fell back, my legs giving out, and landed on my ass.

Chase looked utterly wrecked. His carefully styled hair stuck up in weird directions thanks to my hands, his eyes watered, and his lips were red and puffy. His face glistened with saliva, and cum trickled from the corner of his mouth.

It was fucking filthy.

And so hot I lurched forward to kiss him again.

It was disgusting, wet and slimy and tasting of my cum, and incredibly erotic. I’d made a mess of him, the immaculate Chase Fox. I’d had him on his knees, choking on my dick, eating my cum.

But now it was done.

I pulled back. “You can clean up in the bathroom.”

He swiped a hand over his face and drew a breath. “Austin, should we talk?”

“There’s nothing to say.” I stood on shaky legs and pulled my jeans up, tucking myself away. “We agreed this would be a one-time thing.”

“It doesn’t have to be though.” Chase rose to his feet, not bothering to pull up his pants. His eyes were fixed on mine, imploring. “The kind of chemistry we have… You don’t find that every day.”

“It was surprising,” I agreed. “But we’re the last people who should be together. I hate you, remember?”

His lips tugged into a sad smile. “I don’t think you do.”

I sighed. “Chase…”

“It’s okay. I get it. It’s a lot to process, especially because you haven’t done this before, right?”

“What? Hooked up with an online friend, or face fucked my business rival?”

He chuckled. “Hooked up with a man.”

I winced. “That obvious?”

“The aversion to my fingers near your asshole was a clue, but I already suspected as much from our previous interactions.”

I nodded. “Right. Well. I came out tonight to meet Wash972, and I’d already decided I didn’t care if I was meeting a man or a woman because that connection felt so real, you know?”

“I do,” he said. “I feel it too.”

He tugged up his pants and headed to the bathroom I’d pointed out. I stumbled to the bed and sank onto the edge of it, exhaling noisily. The sex had been good, really good. But it would be a mistake to continue, given the positions we were in. Even if we weren’t enemies anymore, we’d always be competitors.

Chase had answered a lot of questions for me. I was bisexual or pansexual. Maybe demisexual too? I’d have to ask Jordan for some clarity on that, but it was obvious now that my attraction stemmed from the connection we’d created as ShopGuy24 and Wash972—and maybe even a little from the connection we’d formed as Chase and Austin, contentious as it was.

What Chase kept in his pants had been irrelevant.

He emerged from the bathroom, looking more like his perfectly groomed self, though his shirt was untucked. “I guess I’ll head out.”

I nodded. “You said earlier tonight that you thought ShopGuy might be me. How did you know that?”

His smile turned rueful. “Well, you used some of my advice against me. The parallels were hard to ignore. Kind of a funny irony, right? Maybe I’m the one with bad karma, giving my rival the advice to fight back and getting burned because of it.”

“Ah. Yeah. I didn’t think about that…”

Chase shrugged, as if to say, what can you do? He never seemed ruffled. He had me way off-balance, but he was smooth as fuck.

“For what it’s worth, ShopGuy24, I really like you,” he said. “Both versions of you.”

When he was warm and sincere like this, I could see Wash972 in him. The good listener, the reassuring guy who’d given me advice to stay strong in the face of my fears.

But I couldn’t forget who he really was.

“This was really…”

“Yeah, it was.” He brushed a kiss to my cheek, and to my surprise, he didn’t push again for a repeat even though I could tell that he wanted one. “Goodnight, Austin.”

“Goodnight, Chase.”

He walked out, and the door shut behind him with a soft click. I showered and stripped down for bed and slid under the sheets. Out of habit, I picked up my phone to reach out to Wash972 before bed.

Then I remembered. Wash972 was gone. The man on the other side of that screen was Chase Fox.

There were three messages from Zach.

What happened with Chase Fox?

Are you okay?

Give me a sign he hasn’t murdered you…or vice versa. I don’t want to help bury any bodies!

I laughed and sent him a quick reassurance that Chase and I were both alive. He had more questions, but I wasn’t ready to answer them for myself, much less for Zach.

I set my phone aside, but it buzzed again. With a huff, I grabbed it, intent on telling my friend to leave well enough alone. Only this message wasn’t from him.

Sweet dreams, ShopGuy24. And by sweet, I mean, sexy AF dreams about me.

I rolled my eyes and set the phone aside without answering, lips twitching as I fought a smile.

Chase fucking Fox.