Chapter Eight #2
Jalen hollowed his cheeks, taking his cock deeper with each bob of his head. He couldn’t take all of Chase—not even close—but he used his hand to cover what his mouth couldn’t reach, creating a rhythm that had Chase cursing under his breath.
“Just like that.” His voice was a desperate rush of air. Gentle fingers threaded through Jalen’s hair, tightening when he clearly did something Chase liked. “God, just like that.”
Encouraged, Jalen grew more adventurous, varying his speed and pressure.
He pulled back to focus on the sensitive head, tonguing the slit before taking his dick deep again, loving the way Chase’s thighs trembled on either side of him.
His free hand cupped Chase’s balls, rolling them gently between his fingers.
The weight of them in his palm, the taste of pre-cum on his tongue, and the musky scent filling his nostrils all combined to make Jalen’s own spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
Chase’s hand tightened in his hair, not painfully but with enough pressure to make Jalen moan around his shaft The vibration pulled another curse from Chase’s lips.
“So good,” he murmured, voice strained. “So fucking good.”
Jalen sucked harder, hand working in tandem with his lips. He wanted to taste his cum, wanted to make Chase lose control the way he’d made Jalen fall apart.
It didn’t take long. Chase’s muscles tensed, his thighs hardening beneath Jalen’s weight. “Shit—” he started, tugging lightly at Jalen’s hair in warning.
Instead of pulling away, Jalen doubled his efforts, hollowing his cheeks to create a tight, wet suction around the thick shaft.
He swirled his tongue over the sensitive head, tasting the salty pre-cum before taking him deeper until Chase hit the back of his throat.
When his cock began to pulse, hot jets of cum flooded Jalen’s mouth as Chase’s hips bucked uncontrollably, his fingers digging into Jalen’s scalp with a guttural moan that vibrated through both their bodies.
Jalen swallowed what he could, though some escaped the corner of his mouth. When Chase finally stopped shuddering, Jalen pulled off with a soft pop.
Chase reached down and hauled him up, crushing their mouths together in a kiss that left Jalen breathless. “Perfect,” he murmured against Jalen’s lips. “You’re perfect.”
Their lips met in a lazy, unhurried kiss that tasted of both of them. Jalen melted into it, his hand coming up to rest on Chase’s chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath his palm.
“And you didn’t have to send a rescue team.” He settled against Chase’s chest.
They lay tangled together, Chase’s hand tracing idle patterns on Jalen’s back. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, warming their skin.
Still feeling playful, Jalen said, “Not bad for a fossil.”
Chase snorted, giving Jalen’s ass a light swat. “Not bad? I literally made you see stars.”
“Oh, is that what those were? I thought I was having a stroke.”
“You’re a brat,” Chase said, but his voice held a fondness that made Jalen’s heart flutter. He pressed a kiss to Jalen’s temple. “A brat who needs a shower.”
With a swift movement that caught Jalen completely off guard, Chase sat up and scooped Jalen into his arms, lifting him off the bed as if he weighed nothing.
“What are you doing?” Jalen yelped, arms automatically circling Chase’s neck for balance. “Put me down, you caveman!”
“Nope.” Chase headed for the adjoining bathroom with long strides, not even slightly winded by Jalen’s weight. “This is faster.”
“I have working legs, you know,” Jalen protested, though he made no real effort to get down. There was something undeniably hot about being carried so effortlessly.
“I’m aware. They were just wrapped around my head.” Chase nudged the bathroom door open with his foot. “Very nice legs, by the way.”
The bathroom was spacious, with a walk-in shower big enough for three people, let alone two. Chase set Jalen down on the cool tile, keeping one arm around his waist as he reached in to turn on the water.
“I could get used to this,” Jalen admitted, watching steam begin to fill the glass enclosure. “Having my own personal wolf-taxi.”
“Is that all I am to you? Transportation?” Chase pulled him close, hands sliding down to cup Jalen’s bare ass. “And here I thought it was my French toast skills.”
“The French toast was pretty good,” Jalen conceded, leaning into the touch. “Though I’m thinking your other skills might be more impressive.”
Chase guided him into the shower, the hot water immediately sluicing over both of them.
Jalen tilted his face up into the spray, letting it wash away the sweat and other evidence of their activities. The water pressure was perfect, the temperature just shy of too hot. Exactly how he liked it.
“You adjusted the temperature for me,” he realized aloud, glancing at Chase.
“You always turn it up hotter than I would,” Chase said with a shrug, reaching for the shampoo. “Not all of us run as cold as you do.”
The casual observation, that Chase had noticed his shower preferences, had remembered and accommodated them without being asked, struck Jalen more deeply than any grand gesture could have.
It was such a small thing, yet it spoke volumes about how closely Chase had been paying attention to him.
“Turn around,” Chase instructed.
Jalen complied, expecting Chase to hand him the shampoo. Instead, strong fingers began working the lather into his hair, massaging his scalp with firm, circular motions. The sensation was so unexpectedly good that Jalen’s eyes fluttered closed, a small sound of pleasure escaping his throat.
“God, that feels amazing,” he admitted, leaning back into the touch.
“Glad you approve.” Chase’s thumbs pressed into the base of Jalen’s skull, easing tension he hadn’t even realized he was carrying. “Tilt your head back.”
He did as instructed, letting Chase rinse the suds from his hair. Water ran in rivulets down his face, his neck, his chest. When he blinked his eyes open, Chase was watching him with an expression that made Jalen’s breath catch.
“What?” he asked, suddenly self-conscious again.
“Nothing.” Chase reached for the body wash. “Just…this. Us. It’s good, right?”
Something about the simple statement, delivered without grand declarations or flowery words, hit Jalen square in the chest. Because it was good. Impossibly, unexpectedly good standing in a shower with a supernatural creature who happened to be the most genuine person Jalen had ever met.
“Yeah,” he agreed quietly. “It really is.”
Chase squeezed body wash onto a loofah and began washing Jalen’s shoulders, his touch both practical and intimate. The soap smelled like cedar and something wild—probably Chase’s own scent, Jalen realized. The thought of carrying that scent on his skin made something possessive stir in his belly.
“You know,” he said as Chase’s hands worked lower, washing Jalen’s chest and stomach, “when you said you wanted to take a shower, I was expecting something a little more…athletic.”
Chase’s laugh rumbled against Jalen’s back. “We have time for that. All the time in the world.”
The words should have scared him. Instead, they felt like a promise Jalen desperately wanted to believe in.
“Now you,” he said, taking the loofah from Chase’s hands. “Bend down so I can reach your head, giant.”
Chase obliged, ducking his head under the spray before leaning down to Jalen’s level. Working shampoo into Chase’s thick dark hair felt strangely intimate, more so even than what they’d done in bed.
He massaged Chase’s scalp, earning a low, appreciative rumble. “That sounded almost like a purr. If you start growling, I’m out of here,” Jalen warned, though there was no heat in his words.
“Not growling. Just enjoying.” Chase straightened as Jalen rinsed his hair. “And for the record, wolves don’t purr.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” Jalen reached for the body wash, working up a lather between his palms before pressing them against Chase’s chest. The solid muscles beneath his hands made his mouth go dry again. “Though I guess I’ll have to do more research.”
Chase caught his wrist, bringing Jalen’s soapy hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss to his palm. “I’m available for extensive study.”
The gesture was so unexpectedly tender that Jalen felt his throat tighten. He cleared it quickly, covering the moment with humor. “I’ll need multiple trials to ensure accuracy. Scientific method and all that.”
“Of course.” Chase’s smile was knowing. “Very scientific.”
They finished washing in comfortable silence, exchanging occasional touches that lingered just long enough to promise more. When they finally stepped out of the shower, Jalen felt clean in a way that went beyond just his skin.