A Merry Little Chase ***NSFW*** Somewhat

Copyright 2013
Bailey Bradford

Blog Special 2:

A Merry Little Chase

(And wouldn’t Chase have my head for that title!)

Sometimes, though Chase wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, he kind of missed the old Xxchange, with the smutty, bump and grinding, the loud, ear-splitting music, and the scent of sex, cigarettes, and booze heavy in the air.

Only sometimes, though. It was like a certain fantasy he had, that sounded good in the fantasy, but the reality of it was something else.

Maybe. Maybe not. That was the thing about fantasies, you didn’t always know if they’d rock so much for real. Chase had had one in particular for a long time, but… Well. It was damned scary, and hot, and he just didn’t know if he could ever—

“Hey babe, you ready for the bar-b-cue?”

Chase felt his face warm up with embarrassment. He didn’t turn to face Xav. Geez, here he was thinking of something pretty raunchy and hot and they were about to go to a party welcoming Chance and Rory home with their new son, Ethan. Chase gave his dick a thump through the grey cargo shorts he wore.

“Got a problem, there?” Xav asked in a voice that never failed to make Chase hard for him.

Chase glared over his shoulder at his husband. “Ass. You know that makes me all hot and bothered when you get that growly-thing going on.”

Xav grinned at him and walked over, stopping so close Chase could feel his body heat. He shivered and craned his neck to look up at Xav.

“That’s why I do it,” Xav admitted, cupping Chase’s chin. “Horny’s a damned good look for you.”

Chase couldn’t think of a single thing to say to that, which was fine since Xav closed the distance between them. He kissed Chase, and though the angle was awkward, the kiss was not. Xav mastered his mouth, knowing full well how it drove Chase out of his mind to have his tongue sucked just so.

And when Xav nipped his bottom lip, well, Chase definitely did not whimper. His voice just kind of caught funny in his throat, was all.

“Sexy fucker,” Xav rumbled, reaching down to cup Chase’s package. “Supposed to be there in about half an hour.”

“I know.” Oh hell, he didn’t whine, either. Chase bit his tongue and rocked into that hand holding his dick. Damn, it felt good, especially when Xav did his growly bit again and rutted against Chase’s ass.

“Mm. Too bad we don’t have enough time for me to spread you out and have my way with you.”

Chase squeezed his eyes shut so tight he probably gave himself a few new wrinkles. He concentrated really hard on not coming in his shorts. Damn it all, he had more control than that. There was no way he was softening up under the comforting shelter of Xav’s love.

Well, no way he was admitting it.

“Billy,” he began, reaching for something to keep himself in check with. “He’s—“

Xav grunted and stopped trying to drive him completely insane with lust. “Yeah, he ought to be here any minute now, him and Liam both. James and Glenn are coming over, too. Swear to God, reminds me of women going in a flock to the restroom. All of us heading out to Chance and Rory’s from here.”

“Not the same thing at all,” Chase said firmly just as a knock sounded on the front door. He glared down at his dick. “Maybe you should answer that, Xav. I need a minute or two.”

“Anticipation,” Xav purred in his ear. “Just think about what I’m going to do to you when we get home tonight.” Xav left him to go answer the door.

Something about the way he said it, or maybe it was the way he cupped Chase’s ass in his hands and gave it a good squeeze—it just made Chase want to say fuck the party and jump Xav instead.

He wouldn’t, of course. They had friends—friends, which maybe for Xav was no surprise, but that fact could still wallop him upside the head at times. Anyway, people were counting on them to show up, and not just because Xav and him were bringing the desserts.

They were, however, awesome desserts, especially since Charlene had helped them. There was a double apple pie, strawberry cheesecake, lemon bars and a Mississippi mud pie. That last one was so sweet and rich, made up of fudge and more chocolate and—

And, Charlene had made her cookies. Chase just might not even eat any of the brisket or ribs Justin and Evan were fixing. Although, Annabelle was doing the chicken and potato salad, and if he didn’t eat any of those two, he just might get a strip skinned off his hide. Annabelle could be fierce.

It’d taken him a while to feel comfortable around her. There just hadn’t been many women in Chase’s life, and he’d felt awkward and okay yeah, maybe intimidated. That would go with him to the grave. Now he kinda liked the way they could pick at each other.

Chase heard Billy squeal with delight and could just picture the kid bouncing on his toes before tackling Xav with his usual exuberance. It made Chase grin, but then, Billy had that affect on everyone. Billy’s guy, Liam, fairly glowed every time Billy got all happy.

There were more voices, and Chase figured James was there, him and Glenn, that was. About time, too. They were going to be late if they didn’t shake a leg.

****

“He’s cute.” Xav watched Glenn take little Ethan and babble away like the man had no pride. Babies did that to a guy, he guessed.

“He is,” Chase agreed. He nibbled on his bottom lip just until he realized he was doing it, then he stopped and instead glared at Xav. “What?”

Xav bit back a grin. Something was on Chase’s mind and he was getting defensive. Xav always looked forward to a little verbal combat with Chase. They both played fair, though, no name calling or immature shit like that.

“You want to tell me what’s got you all het up?”

Chase narrowed those eyes and went still. He held a steady gaze on Xav, and Xav could easily imagine many other people being intimidated. He wasn’t, though. He knew Chase, knew the man’s heart.

Chase dropped the attitude and rolled his neck, his attention seeming to go back to the baby.

Xav frowned and a new worry popped into his head. “You don’t—“ Well crap, that probably wasn’t the best way to go about asking what he’d been about to ask.

Chase turned a curious look his way. “I don’t what?”

Xav just kept from gulping. He couldn’t think fast enough when the sun was making Chase’s skin glow a beautiful golden color.
“Pie,” he blurted out. “You don’t want another piece, do you? Because I do. I think I’ll get me one.”

Chase cocked a brow at him and snickered. “You suck at covering up, hon. Let’s go get some pie, and you can tell me what you really wanted to say.”

Xav got an arm on Chase’s shoulders and they left the back yard to go get pie. And talk. The direct route was usually the best. He was usually just more tactful about it.

“I kept seeing you watch Ethan. Made me wonder…” He trailed off as they made their way to the dining room. “Hey Max, Bo. Y’all leave us any pie?”

Bo winked at him and Max turned red as a stop sign. Xav squinted. Was that whipped cream on Max’s belt buckle?

“I don’t even wanna know,” he muttered, stopping suddenly. Chase bounced off of him, cursing.

“What the fu—“

“I accidentally got some of my whipped cream on Max,” Bo said as he leered kind of comically.

“Bo!” Max yelped.

“Is that code for something else?” Chase asked, nudging Xav aside.

“No,” Bo drawled, “It’s me saying I was eating a slice a pie and dripped some whipped cream in a very, hmm,” Bo paused, rubbing his chin. “Well, I reckon you could say it landed in a very incriminating spot.”

Max made a strangled sound and Bo casually swiped the whipped cream up with one finger and licked it clean. “Mmmm.”

“It’s like a porno,” Chase mumbled, “Without the naked parts.”

Bo burst out laughing and Max covered his face with his hands.

“Aw, come on now. I told the truth.” Bo moved aside and behind him, on the buffet table, was a plate with a half-eaten piece of pie on it. “I was given Max a bite, because he has this little moan he makes when—“

“Bo!” Max didn’t quite shout it, but it was a close thing.

Bo blinked and tried an innocent look that only made him appear to be scheming. “What? It’s true. You just appreciate good food so much, and it makes me want to take you and the pie home and—“

Max grabbed Bo by the hand and started them for the other door at a trot. Bo dug in his heels only long enough to grab their dessert plate. “See ya, boys,” he called as he left right on Max’s heels.

Chase looked at Xav. “They seem…happy?”

Xav snorted. “Yeah, and something else that starts with an ‘h’.”

“Well, yeah.” Chase walked over to the desserts. “I wasn’t hungry since I pigged out on the pies, but I think maybe I’ve got a little room left.”

Xav came up to him and stroked Chase from shoulder to hip. “You want kids?” he asked, just getting it out there.

Chase cocked his head and glanced up at him out of one eye. “Why’d you ask that?”

Xav couldn’t read Chase’s expression. He hated when that happened. “You were watching Ethan like…Like, I don’t know.”

Chase turned and faced him. There was definitely a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Maybe I was watching him like he’s cute? ‘Cause he is, and I’m glad for Chance and Rory, but just—No.” He shook his head.

“No?” Xav wanted to make sure he was getting that answer to his question—or not.

Chase sighed and turned his eyes towards the floor. “Look, maybe it makes me an awful person, but I just can’t imagine having a kid. I watched them with Ethan, and they’re so happy, it’s obvious the right decision for them. I was wondering how I could think the kid was cute, and maybe even consider holding him, but not liking the idea of having a kid myself, not at all.”

Xav almost melted with relief. “Oh, okay.”

Chase looked at him. “Okay? What’s okay?”

“The whole not wanting kids thing,” Xav clarified.

Chase shook his head. “I don’t want one, much less kids. I just think I want to spend all my time loving you, you know?”

“I do know,” Xav agreed as love made his chest tight. Sometimes he just felt so much, he thought it was going to burst right out of him. “I feel the same way. Scared me, a little, thinking maybe you wanted more than just me. I mean, I’d do it, and I’d love any child we had, but I just…” Xav sighed and ran a hand through his long black hair. “I mean, I pretty much raised Billy, even though he was a teenager when I got him off the streets. Still satisfied any father urges I might have had.”

Plus, it hurt like a jagged-toothed beeotch when your kid moved off and had his own life. Even if you were happy for them.

“So we’re on the same page?” Chase asked. Xav nodded. Chase’s smile just about made Xav’s knees weak. “Well, all right then. We never have talked about this stuff before, but I’m glad we got it cleared up. I don’t want anyone but you, Xav. Maybe I’m selfish, but I don’t want to share you.”

“I don’t think you’re selfish at all,” Xav told him, touching his cheek. He loved the way Chase was put together, all sharp angles and bristly. “There’s nothing wrong with us wanting to wrap each other up like we do. Maybe some day that’ll change, maybe it won’t. If you do ever change your mind—“

Chase was already shaking his head. “Not happening. Some things you just know, and that’s one of them for me. I’d never rule out helping kids however we can, because there’s a lot of kids out there in the world that don’t have anyone to give a damn about them, but I don’t want to do the parenting thing 24/7.”

“Me either.” Xav moved closer and pulled Chase right up against him. “I’d rather be doing you every chance I get. So many things I want to do to you, babe. So many raunchy, sexy things.”

The images flitting through his mind, along with the way Chase was watching him, those beloved lips parted as Chase’s breath hitched… Xav was thinking the party was about over for them.

“You want me to,” he said, just barely whispering the words against Chase’s ear. “You’ve waited, wondered.”

He knew Chase understood what he was talking about when Chase began to tremble, clenching his muscles repeatedly, his long fingers curling against Xav’s biceps.

Xav slid his hands down, pushing beneath the waistband of Chase’s cargo shorts. Chase was wearing a jockstrap, which always made Xav want to bend him over the nearest surface. “You know what this does to me.”

Chase bobbed his head, just once. “I do. Wanted to drive you out of your mind. Get you to anticipating, too. Make you…make you push.”

Xav’s cock was so hard he couldn’t breath without it making his gut ache. “Make me push, huh?” Seemed like he and Chase had the same thing in mind. Lots of times, they fucked and made love, but other times, both he and Chase needed more.

“Yeah,” Chase rasped, daring him with those pretty eyes.

Xav pushed his hand further down and pressed two fingertips against Chase’s hole. Chase didn’t look away, didn’t flinch. No, instead he clenched that little pucker, teasing, asking, demanding.

Xav tapped against it. At the same time, he bent just enough to drag his teeth over that one spot on Chase’s neck that was plumb addictive. Chase shook and panted as Xav sucked, bringing up a pretty mark. He kept his fingers right there, not pushing in, just making sure Chase felt him.

Anticipation. Holy shit. Xav thought it just might kill him.