Chain Male (3 page)

"Sunday can't come soon enough." Jace sighed against his neck. "Next time, I'm gonna leave hickies, mark you so anyone who sees knows you got lucky." He sucked low on Chad's throat, not enough to mark him.

Chad shivered under Jace's lips. "Yes, please?" he whispered. "Tonight? Just one?"

In answer, Jace sucked harder, which sent more of the little shivery sensations all over Chad's chest and made his nipples stand up. He felt teeth scraping him and then a light bite, harder than the nibbling earlier. His cock twitched, still trying to wake up.

Jace let him go with a harder bite and a wet sucking sound. Chad just moaned under the bite. Jace looked at his neck and nodded. "You're so fair, that's gonna show all purple. I'll freshen it up Sunday." He kissed Chad again and opened the door.

In the car, Chad checked his neck in the rearview mirror. There was a reddish circle with purple dots in it. He smiled. His first hickey. He drove home and slept well.

Sunday didn't come soon enough. Chad had known it wouldn't. His days were consumed with thoughts and memories of Jace and his nights were full of fantasies. He awoke from dreams of cowboys and pirates to masturbate in the shower. He daydreamed at his desk, reliving the evening on the sofa, tasting Jace's kisses. Back home, he masturbated again, once to the memory and once to his daydreams.

He had dreamed of a man like Jace, who would understand his lack of experience, his shyness, and take care of him so well. And Jace might just be a top, too. That thought, coupled with the binders of printed net porn, left Chad counting the hours until Sunday.

Saturday night, his phone rang. Chad stared at it for a moment, since it almost never rang. He answered since the readout said "Jace."

"Hello?" he said, wondering why Jace would call him after the news on a Saturday. Maybe he'd changed his mind and wanted to come over. Chad quickly squashed that hope.

"Hey, blue eyes," came Jace's voice, tired but cheerful. "We still on for breakfast?"

"Oh hell yes!" Chad leaped at it. "I wouldn't miss it. You're all I can think about."

Jace laughed into the phone. "Oh, baby. The feeling is mutual. Been dreaming of you until I had to make a chastity cage to keep from getting my dick stuck in something at work."

Chad just stuttered at that and Jace laughed.

"Look, let's hit Early Watch. It's right between our places and they have great potato pancakes," Jace suggested. "See you around nine?"

"Make it eight. I can't wait until nine. Oh God. Jace..."

"Yes? I know, you love me and crave my hot little bod. Well, I'll see what we can do on that front." He laughed some more as Chad stuttered some more. "Maybe I'll wear the cage and let you figure out how to get me out."

"You're wicked."

"Wicked, evil, mean and nasty," Jace agreed amiably. "See you at eight, babe. I bought condoms." He hung up before Chad could stop sputtering.

Chad did not sleep well. In anticipation of the next day, he decided to forgo his usual bedtime ritual of stories he'd saved from the Internet with pictures inserted into them and his hand. He had better things to think about.

Curled up under his blanket, he imagined Jace kissing him as they had before. He pictured Jace's cock and wondered if he would be brave enough to taste it. Yes, he wanted to see how it would feel in his mouth, how it would taste when Jace came.

As he threw his sheets in the washer at three in the morning, Chad decided that thinking about Jace as he fell asleep might not be such a hot idea. He put new sheets on the bed and tried to get back to sleep.

Anticipation woke him at five. He coasted for a while, halfway between sleeping and wakefulness, until a full bladder made him get up.

Chad showered and dressed, knowing he was much too early. Somehow, three hours seemed like all the time in the world. He'd never had trouble killing time before. But this morning, he couldn't get into the book, no movie distracted him and masturbation was out of the question.

After staring at his latest book for twenty minutes, imagining Jace kissing him, Chad got up and went for a walk. He made two laps around the block, came in, freshened up and headed out. It was only seven.

He walked to Early Watch, about a mile from his place. The autumn morning was cool enough that he didn't sweat. Seven-thirty. Another half hour to go. He put away his phone for the third time, resolving not to call. He hoped Jace was as overeager as he was.

He walked around the restaurant's block a couple times, then studied the posted menu to speed up ordering. He smiled when he saw Jace's bug pull into a space near the door. Chad hurried over when Jace got out.

"Hi." He grinned, a little breathless.

"Hi yourself. Guess I wasn't the only one hungry for breakfast this morning."

Chad nodded. "Can we take it to go? Because if I have to wait through a whole breakfast to kiss you, I'm going to go crazy."

Jace laughed. "Sure. Back to my place?"

Chad nodded. They went in and ordered at the register. Jace got the potato pancakes and Chad went for pigs in a blanket. Chad caught himself staring at various parts of Jace during the interminable wait. His mouth was going to be sweeter than the maple syrup on the pancakes. Those big battered hands, Chad noticed a new cut across the back of the left one, were going to feel wonderful on his chest and cock and ass. He snuck a glance at Jace's jeans, dying to get at what lay under the zipper.

The server delivered the take-out bag and they practically fled to the car. Chad held the food while Jace drove back to his place, as fast as the law allowed. Chad pretended that last stoplight had been yellow when they entered the intersection.

The take-out ended up dropped on the end table and Jace's mouth was all over Chad's as soon as the door closed. Chad moaned under the onslaught, as hungry for Jace's mouth as Jace seemed to be for his.

Once unencumbered with food, Jace's hands were everywhere, on his cheeks, around his waist, groping his ass and finally opening his jeans. Chad felt his cock leap out of the zipper, straight into Jace's waiting hand.

"Gonna suck you." Jace pushed him back against the door, kicked his feet apart and shoved his jeans down his thighs, essentially trapping him. Chad just moaned, desperate for this.

Jace went to his knees, pinning Chad to the door and sucked him all the way down, pressing his lips to Chad's groin and sticking his tongue out to flick Chad's balls. Chad just shook, unfamiliar sensations wracking him with pleasure.

Jace slid off until only the barest tip of Chad's cock rested on his lips. He flickered his tongue over the head, teasing the slit and tracing the ridge. Chad closed his fists and tried not to come at the second lick.

The task felt hopeless when Jace swallowed him down again and started a good solid rhythm, complemented by wicked tongue work. Chad gave himself over to it, feeling everything, absolutely everything.

The hard door at his back held him up. The soft, warm breath from Jace's nose tickled his pubes. His jeans chafed and Jace's weight held him immobile. And the tongue, oh God, the tongue! Jace created intricate scrollwork, fanciful poems on the bottom of his cock.

Chad gave up and came without even a strangled warning. Jace chuckled and swallowed then pulled Chad's jeans up as he stood.

"You were fucking hot. Musta missed me."

Chad caught his breath and, despite some light-headness, tackled Jace, bearing him to the couch. "You have no idea," he said as he plunged down for a kiss, taking it as hard and deep as Jace would allow. Jace met him with equal passion.

"Been fucking my own hand for days," Jace said. "Pretending it was your hand or mouth." He pressed his hard cock against Chad's belly. "You gonna do something about this, or shall I wrestle you off, force you to your knees and make you suck it?"

Chad knew Jace would do no such thing. Probably. The idea was hot, though. Maybe later. He wet his lips. "I want to suck it. You stay still."

He opened Jace's pants nice and slow, teasing the sexy man. Jace tried to help and hurry the process, but Chad slapped his hands away.

"My turn," he insisted and revealed Jace's cock. It stood straight up, hard and red, the first bead of pre-come welling up from the slit. Chad licked it away. Now was his chance to try all the things he'd ever read about.

He closed his mouth over the head, letting the velvety hardness lie on his tongue. Chad felt Jace's thighs tremble as he forced himself to hold still. He swallowed more of Jace's cock, tasting the first inches of the shaft, sliding the head against the roof of his mouth.

Jace groaned and one hand found its way into Chad's hair. Chad took it as a sign he was doing something right and licked around the head. Jace tasted good. He felt right. Chad even liked the smell, clean and Jace with just a hint of musk drifting up from his balls.

Chad tried not to gag when Jace thrust into his mouth, clearly unable to help himself. In response, Chad moved on his cock, easing it in and out, teasing with his tongue. Slowly he started working it deeper, trying to get it all.

He was an inch from the base when Jace shot with no warning. Chad hadn't decided if he wanted to swallow yet or not. Now, he had a mouthful of cock and come and no graceful way to deal. He tried swallowing, but found he couldn't with his lips parted by Jace. He pulled off of Jace's cock, licking as he went, and then swallowed once his mouth was free.

Jace smiled at him when he looked up. "Good first time?"

"Yeah." Chad sat up. They scooted around and he curled into Jace's arms. "Wow."

"Wow is right. First timer. Wow." Jace cuddle him close. "I think breakfast is all cold."

Chad laughed. "Don't care." He nestled his head into Jace's shoulder and breathed the scent. Laundry detergent, deodorant, soap, shampoo, a metallic undertone and skin, and all of it together made up Jace.

"I'll put a buzz under it in the microwave. Why don't you see if you can find something on the computer to watch?" Jace kissed his head and eased out from under him.

Chad watched Jace sit up and fasten his jeans. Once Jace had taken the food to the kitchen, Chad started poking around on the desktop of Jace's computer.

He found a file called simply "Jace" just as the microwave dinged. Half-hoping for porn, he clicked on it and looked up in time to take his breakfast. Jace set a couple glasses of milk on the coffee table.

"Oh God." Jace sat down on the couch beside him and stuffed a strip of bacon in his mouth.

"What did I pick?"

"Just watch."

Xena, Gabrielle and Joxer filled the screen, followed by Joxer's brother, Jace, in an outfit that would put Liberace to shame as a bunch of hunks in gold shorts pulled him in on a float. "Dancing in the Moonlight" sung in a terrible Spanish accent filled the apartment. Chad tried not to choke on his pancakes.

"Toldja I was a geek. I understand there are conventions where they actually start off the dance party with that clip and everyone has to do the dance." Jace finished up his potato pancake.

Chad stifled a giggle behind a drink of milk. "I want to go to one."

"You sure? You off next weekend?"

Chad almost spilled his milk. "So soon?"

"Yep, Autumn Tourney is next weekend. It's not a convention, though, it's a reenactment. You know, the last chance to camp before the weather turns really cold. You want to spend a whole weekend with me? Friday evening, Saturday and Sunday? Camp in my little Viking tent, share my narrow rope bed? Model my gear for the fetish sales late at night?"

The barrage of questions left Chad stunned. He swallowed hard and answered them all at once. "Yes. Absolutely. All of it. I'm off."

"How long can you stay?" Jace asked as he cleared away the take-out boxes and rinsed the milk glasses.

"All day if you can put up with me." Chad stretched out on the couch.

Jace seemed to think for a minute. "I can stand you." He grinned. "Who am I kidding? I'd love to have you here all day. But I gotta get some work done. You want to help?"

"Sure. Just tell me what to do."

"You willing to model some?" Jace held up a digital camera. "I guarantee not to get your face unless you're wearing a coif."

Chad just smiled. "Anything you want a picture of."

Jace moved over him and breathed hard on the zipper of his jeans. Chad could feel the heat of it through the denim. "Open-ended offer there, Chad."

"Yeah." He had time for no more because Jace was kissing him again, one of those deep, hard kisses that always felt like they were sucking all the air out of the universe.

Chad moaned under his mouth. If Jace wanted to shoot his cock, he would have no trouble at all being hard. When Jace moved to nibble his neck, he shoved up against Jace's belly. "Should I have shaved? You know, down there?"

"Oh hell no. I can get busted for kiddie porn if you do. Hand to Odin, it has happened, and to a friend of mine. Fortunately, DeCordene keeps all his models' waivers on hand. Besides," Jace opened his jeans and licked the dark line of hair from his navel to his crotch, "hair is sexy."

"Mmm." Chad almost giggled when Jace licked his treasure trail again. "I almost believe it when you say--" He gasped as Jace licked the head of his cock. "When you say it," he finished.

"It is. And you're sexy. You're cute as can be, and so sexy, and you really don't know it at all. That just makes me hotter." Jace paused to lick his cock some more, and Chad whimpered a little. "Sexy little virgin and all mine. I want to show you how good everything can be."

"Yeah," Chad managed before Jace sucked him down and made the late morning apartment go all fuzzy and blurry as his spine tingled and his whole nervous system exploded out his cock.

Jace grinned up at him, licking his lips. "Cream topping for the pancakes," he said with a smirk. "Maybe someday it can be whipped cream."

Chad was too busy trying to get his eyes to focus to do more than whimper at that statement. This couldn't be real. He had fallen into every fantasy he'd ever read, into every dream he'd had. And now, he was going to wake up and find out he was really drunk in the back room of some bar, letting total strangers indulge on his body.