The thing about doing it upright was that there were those two inches, and Chad had never really thought he was short until he had to pull down on Jared just a little to get their mouths fit together. Jared's hair was silk soft and long for a guy, and Chad had no problem twisting his fingers in it, holding on like he wouldn't dare with a girl.
Jared sucked hard on Chad's lower lip, biting really lightly before releasing and walking them backward, one of his legs sliding between Chad's until he had him back against a wall, the edge of a picture frame digging into Chad's skull a little until he tilted his head away and Jared seemed to take that as an invitation.
His mouth seemed warmer, more wet, when he leaned down and licked a long stripe up from where the collar of Chad's shirt touched his neck to a weird soft spot he didn't even know he had until Jared blew warm air onto the damp skin.
It took a minute for Chad to realize that the short bursts of air were actually Jared trying to say something. Jared's fingers were hooked into Chad's belt loops, and he was clenching his other hand at the bottom of Chad's shirt. "You're ok with this," Jared said it all in one rush, a pant much more than a question.
That was a joke, right? Chad laughed -- more exhale than anything -- and slid his lips along Jared's jaw, ending right at the hollow of his throat. "Yes," Chad murmured, tongue flickering out to taste slightly salty skin. Aftershave and sweat and something underneath that was all Jared. Chad wondered if he tasted like this all over.
Yes.
The word hung in the air between them, fraught with promise. Chad could feel Jared's smile against his lips, and this time, there was no hesitation in the kiss. Jared slid his tongue into Chad's mouth like he meant to own it, and Chad responded with an eager moan, pressing into the tight line of Jared's body with a hunger he wasn't even sure he had in him. But then, he'd never met anyone quite like this.
Jared's belt buckle dug into Chad's stomach, and Chad shifted again, angling his hips, needing more friction, more of Jared's hands, more of his mouth, more of everything. He tugged on Jared's hair, impatient and rough, and Jared made a low, growling sound before knocking him into the wall again. They both groaned when Jared slid impatient hands under Chad's shirt, tracing over the scars on Chad's belly, running over each rib, memorizing each one by touch. Chad slid his hands down to Jared's shoulders, gripping and pulling, cursing the thin barrier of clothing between him and naked skin.
"Shirt," Chad said, tugged, pulled until Jared pulled his shirt off in an awkward twist of elbows and stretching fabric. Jared was eagerly back a moment later, acres of warm pale skin that Chard couldn't help but follow, light across the collar bone, teeth just barely biting.
Jared's back felt flawless, softer than the skin Chad was tonguing on the way to Jared's nipple. The muscles here were tensed, and Jared gasped, moving helplessly forward when Chad sucked hard on his nipple like he wanted to own it. He scratched softly at Jared's back, digging in a little harder when Jared whimpered.
Short nails damage more, he thought and pressed them in harder as he moved back up, finding Jared's neck too much of a temptation. Pushing forward farther, Jared pressed both hands against the wall on either side of Chad's head, barely keeping himself steady if the tremors in his arm were any indication. Grinning, Chad changed direction, moving his mouth to the underside of Jared's elbow, soft skin and prominent veins making him drag his tongue across the skin, the fingers of his right hand lightly tracing up from where his palm met the wall until they met his lips.
Sucking lightly he increased the pressure until Jared's elbow gave, and he pressed back hard against Chad, one of his knees slipping to press into the wall and Chad moaned when he felt the press of thigh between his legs.
"Horizontal," he managed, and pushed at Jared's shoulders again, delving in for a slow, heated kiss. He wanted Jared naked now, if not sooner.
Chad had no idea how they even made it down the hallway -- it was a blur of movement and moans and more of those hard, wet kisses that had Chad so hard he wasn't sure he was going to make it to any of the evening's other festivities. Jared dragged Chad's shirt off, flinging it aside carelessly, and eager hands raced along Chad's arms and chest and stomach, fumbling with Chad's belt. When the backs of Chad's knees hit the edge of the bed, he fell in a careless heap, Jared crawling right on top of him, legs cradling his.
"This is alright, yeah," and Chad had no idea why Jared was even asking when it was more than obvious that, hell yeah, he was more than okay with everything going on and would like more. He clutched the sheets when Jared started to move down, licking along his collarbone, soft flicks over each nipple, hair fluttering over sensitized skin with each movement of Jared's head. Chad was used to being the dominant one in bed, but lying back like this felt really nice, like a vacation or something.
Jared had to scoot completely off the bed to pull on Chad's jeans, and Chad lifted his hips to help. Cool air caressed his skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Jared's gaze. "Your turn," he rasped, sitting up and tackling buttons. He dragged Jared's briefs and jeans down in one long tug, didn't even wait for Jared to step out of them before he wrapped his lips around the head of Jared's cock, tasting and sampling sleek flesh.
The thing about doing it upright was that there were those two inches, and Chad had never really thought he was short until he had to pull down on Jared just a little to get their mouths fit together. Jared's hair was silk soft and long for a guy, and Chad had no problem twisting his fingers in it, holding on like he wouldn't dare with a girl.
Jared sucked hard on Chad's lower lip, biting really lightly before releasing and walking them backward, one of his legs sliding between Chad's until he had him back against a wall, the edge of a picture frame digging into Chad's skull a little until he tilted his head away and Jared seemed to take that as an invitation.
His mouth seemed warmer, more wet, when he leaned down and licked a long stripe up from where the collar of Chad's shirt touched his neck to a weird soft spot he didn't even know he had until Jared blew warm air onto the damp skin.
It took a minute for Chad to realize that the short bursts of air were actually Jared trying to say something. Jared's fingers were hooked into Chad's belt loops, and he was clenching his other hand at the bottom of Chad's shirt. "You're ok with this," Jared said it all in one rush, a pant much more than a question.
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Yes.
The word hung in the air between them, fraught with promise. Chad could feel Jared's smile against his lips, and this time, there was no hesitation in the kiss. Jared slid his tongue into Chad's mouth like he meant to own it, and Chad responded with an eager moan, pressing into the tight line of Jared's body with a hunger he wasn't even sure he had in him. But then, he'd never met anyone quite like this.
Jared's belt buckle dug into Chad's stomach, and Chad shifted again, angling his hips, needing more friction, more of Jared's hands, more of his mouth, more of everything. He tugged on Jared's hair, impatient and rough, and Jared made a low, growling sound before knocking him into the wall again. They both groaned when Jared slid impatient hands under Chad's shirt, tracing over the scars on Chad's belly, running over each rib, memorizing each one by touch. Chad slid his hands down to Jared's shoulders, gripping and pulling, cursing the thin barrier of clothing between him and naked skin.
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"Shirt," Chad said, tugged, pulled until Jared pulled his shirt off in an awkward twist of elbows and stretching fabric. Jared was eagerly back a moment later, acres of warm pale skin that Chard couldn't help but follow, light across the collar bone, teeth just barely biting.
Jared's back felt flawless, softer than the skin Chad was tonguing on the way to Jared's nipple. The muscles here were tensed, and Jared gasped, moving helplessly forward when Chad sucked hard on his nipple like he wanted to own it. He scratched softly at Jared's back, digging in a little harder when Jared whimpered.
Short nails damage more, he thought and pressed them in harder as he moved back up, finding Jared's neck too much of a temptation. Pushing forward farther, Jared pressed both hands against the wall on either side of Chad's head, barely keeping himself steady if the tremors in his arm were any indication. Grinning, Chad changed direction, moving his mouth to the underside of Jared's elbow, soft skin and prominent veins making him drag his tongue across the skin, the fingers of his right hand lightly tracing up from where his palm met the wall until they met his lips.
Sucking lightly he increased the pressure until Jared's elbow gave, and he pressed back hard against Chad, one of his knees slipping to press into the wall and Chad moaned when he felt the press of thigh between his legs.
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Chad had no idea how they even made it down the hallway -- it was a blur of movement and moans and more of those hard, wet kisses that had Chad so hard he wasn't sure he was going to make it to any of the evening's other festivities. Jared dragged Chad's shirt off, flinging it aside carelessly, and eager hands raced along Chad's arms and chest and stomach, fumbling with Chad's belt. When the backs of Chad's knees hit the edge of the bed, he fell in a careless heap, Jared crawling right on top of him, legs cradling his.
"This is alright, yeah," and Chad had no idea why Jared was even asking when it was more than obvious that, hell yeah, he was more than okay with everything going on and would like more. He clutched the sheets when Jared started to move down, licking along his collarbone, soft flicks over each nipple, hair fluttering over sensitized skin with each movement of Jared's head. Chad was used to being the dominant one in bed, but lying back like this felt really nice, like a vacation or something.
Jared had to scoot completely off the bed to pull on Chad's jeans, and Chad lifted his hips to help. Cool air caressed his skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Jared's gaze. "Your turn," he rasped, sitting up and tackling buttons. He dragged Jared's briefs and jeans down in one long tug, didn't even wait for Jared to step out of them before he wrapped his lips around the head of Jared's cock, tasting and sampling sleek flesh.
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