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the bulge that pressed on his button fly's and Chase knew that Brad was getting an eyeful of his own package. He continued to stare at Brad as the guy cracked open his beer and downed half of it easily.
Brad fucking Wilson nervous. This is priceless!
But the sight of Brad's throat swallowing while he chugged that beer made Chase want to feel those muscles around his cock. He opened his own beer and took a swig to distract himself and let Brad sweat a little longer.
"What do you want?" Chase's voice was almost a low growl and the sound went straight to Brad's already aching cock. He could only imagine that this would be what Chase sounded like first thing in the morning.
What do I want? I have no fucking clue , Brad thought and replied honestly, "I don't rightly know."
All of the sudden, Brad was looking anywhere but directly at him. He really doesn't have a clue , Chase thought and almost smiled. Almost. Instead, he reached out a hand and grabbed the back of Brad's neck to pull him into a kiss. The action was sudden, not giving Brad any warning or time to prepare.
Brad startled and was tense but Chase was forceful with his kiss. There was no easing into it, no gentle probing, just hard and demanding. So unlike kissing a girl but yet, Brad felt the tension in his muscles slowly relax as Chase took what he wanted.
Chase was relentless in consuming Brad's mouth. The hand that grasped Brad's neck tightened and he pulled the man closer to him through the water. Brad came willingly and at some point let go of his beer. One hand rested on Chase's shoulder while the other grabbed the forearm that was directing him. Chase leaned back in the shallow water causing Brad to lie on top of him. The gasp that escaped Brad, when their hard cocks brushed against each other through their shorts, made Chase smirk inwardly.
Brad thought that if this was insanity then he never wanted to be sane again. When he felt Chase's other arm wrap around his back and push him firmly into his muscled bulk, Brad did not need any more encouragement to grind against the man beneath him.
His cock ached behind his button fly's and the friction was not enough, even with Chase pushing up against him. When he went to move his hand from Chase's forearm to undo his shorts, Chase pulled back from the kiss just far enough to speak.
"No," Chase commanded into their kiss and grabbed his wrist before claiming his mouth again. Now I am the one in control , Chase thought and wondered how long he should make Brad suffer.
Brad moaned into the kiss and pushed his hips harder into Chase. Never before had he been so turned on just from kissing and his cock was begging for more friction. When Chase moved Brad's hand between them, he did not fight the man.
Chase could almost taste the desperation in Brad as he guided the guy's hand to his rock hard erection.
That's right, you asshat, now who will be made to beg and plead?
When Brad wrapped his hand around his cloth covered cock, Chase couldn't stop his body from jerking into the grasp.
Fuck! It's been too long.
He guided Brad, by his wrist, to stroke him through the thin material of the PT shorts and he could feel him trying to rub himself against Chase's arm.
"Chase… please," Brad begged into their kiss, just like Chase knew he would, and was rewarded by Chase releasing his wrist and grabbing the front of his shorts. He did not stop stroking Chase as he sucked in his stomach for Chase to have better access to his button fly.
Oh please, please , were the only thoughts in Brad's mind because the sensations were almost overwhelming.
An almost painful groan escaped Brad when Chase freed him from the confinement of his cut-offs and wrapped his callused hand around him. It felt so good that all Brad could do was thrust into that firm grip, a grip that wasn't soft but instead so much like his own. The new sensation, the feeling of roughness only through his cock without the distraction of feeling through his own hand, absorbed Brad so