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  Surely he hadn't meant it to come out quite like that. Chad hid his grin and followed Jace. "I'm parked in the faculty lot. Let me come around and follow you. The blue bug, right?"

  Jace nodded. "I saw you watching for me."

  They parted outside the grill and Chad walked to his little Honda. His stomach had gone all shivery with anticipation and he kept licking his lips. He could still feel where Jace had kissed him the day before. The bracelet weighed his wrist and he turned it as he walked. He wondered if Jace made collars and imagined how those strong, cut up hands would feel fastening one around his neck, whether the touch would be as light as when he'd fastened the bracelet.

  He wondered how Jace would look with a chain mail cock-ring attached to the leather harness of his fantasy. He shook himself. Driving while horny--again--would distract him. He pulled around to the student lot and followed Jason home.

  Jason parked under a rusting canopy outside a cheap apartment building. Chad found a visitor's slot and joined him on the sidewalk. Jace let them into the basement apartment. It was picked up and vacuumed, but a strong metallic odor permeated it. It wasn't clean, not like Chad's mom's house, but it wasn't a rat-hole like a lot of student apartments. It reminded Chad a lot of his own place. He glanced around, discreetly looking for the source of the smell.

  Some half-finished mail, with pliers beside it, lay on the end table. Chad figured that was part of the source. A stack of DVDs stood beside the laptop that sat on the coffee table. Jace had no television.

  "I kinda shoved all the work in progress into the spare room. Hope you don't mind. I make more selling mail than I do changing oil and tires at Wal-Mart."

  "I'm cool. Can I take a look later? I might want to buy something. I love your bracelet." Chad made as if to unfasten it and Jace stopped his hand.

  "Keep it."

  Chad had a fit of daring and stroked Jace's hand. Jace smiled at him. "Thank you," Chad said.

  Jace moved in a little closer, whispering, "You're welcome" over Chad's lips just before he kissed them.

  Chad's mind blathered, Oh God, oh God, oh God oh God, now what! as Jace's lips moved on his own, warm and tasting faintly of coffee. He had the presence of mind to open his mouth when Jace flicked his tongue over it. Then Jace was in his mouth, warm and slick and hitting every button he had.

  Jace kissed him softly a couple of times and then smiled at him.

  "That...holy fuck. That was better than I imagined." Chad felt his mouth getting away from him. He wanted Jace to kiss him again and shut him up.

  "Imagined?" Jace looked a little surprised. "You've never been kissed? How'd you get through college without even a kiss?"

  "Spent it buried in books. Am I that obvious?" Chad blushed.

  Jace led him to a battered secondhand couch. "A little. I can fix that for you." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

  "You're off to a great start so far."

  "A good beginning. Let's see how the middle goes." Jace kissed him again, leaning into him, pressing him backward to lie on the sofa. The kiss went longer until they were breathing for each other, their mouths sealed together as their tongues met, twined and released. Chad could feel the erection through Jace's jeans to match his own.

  Shamelessly, he ground up against Jace's hips, thrusting to match the tongue shoving into his mouth. The smell of Jace, a little sweat, a little oil, shampoo and coffee made his head spin. Just a few more thrusts and he'd...

  Jace quit kissing him and sat up. Chad whimpered and reached for him. Jace kissed his fingers and opened both of their jeans.

  "This will feel a lot better skin to skin." He hesitated. "Chad, you're okay with this? You went kinda funny around the eyes."

  Chad nodded, horrified that Jace might stop. "I'm fine. I just want you."

  Jace kissed him again, light and fast. "Then let me have a look." Jace pushed the open zipper aside and slipped warm fingers into Chad's shorts to fish him out.

  Chad watched Jason's eyes get big and a smile make its slow way across his face. Jace got Chad's cock out and just stared for a minute.

  "Oh baby. I'm almost ashamed to get mine out now. If I had condoms, I would be riding that like it was a pony."

  Chad whimpered again, imagining Jace naked atop him, doing just that. His cock jerked and a bead of pre-come pearled up in the slit. Jace licked his lips.

  "Ah hell, you're a virgin. You gotta be neg." Jace licked away the drop.

  Chad bit his lip to keep from coming right then and there. When Jace closed his mouth over the whole head of his cock, there was no hope. Three flicks of Jace's tongue around the corona, over the slit and across the bottom made him shoot like a fountain.

  He couldn't think, couldn't see. It was better than his hand and better than any fantasy he'd ever had. He wanted to stay right there, until the universe resolved itself behind his eyes and Jace got him hard again for another round.

  He opened one eye and saw Jace smiling at him.

  "You're gorgeous, you know that?" Jace said before coming down to kiss him. Chad shivered under Jace's lips, under the salt taste on his tongue. When Jace slid strong fingers along his soft belly, he giggled. The giggle turned to a shudder when Jace tweaked his nipples.

  "Oh God," Chad moaned.

  Jace kept smiling. "Good, huh?"

  "More."

  Jace obliged with another kiss. Chad could feel Jace's hands working down around their waists and almost jumped when a hot, hard cock landed on his belly.

  "Ever frot off? Just get with someone and rub against them?" Jace asked as he shifted to line his hips up with Chad's. "I like it a lot."

  "Haven't." Chad lifted up a little toward him. "Er, no."

  "No, you haven't or no, let's not?"

  "No, let's." Chad rubbed up against him, trying to get hard again.

  Jace kissed him deep, which worked the proper magic. Chad's cock woke up, ready for action. "Yeah. Now we both get to play." He aligned their cocks and started rocking, just a little friction all along their shafts.

  "Oh wow." Chad pressed up for more contact. "More?"

  Jace laughed. "Yeah, lots more." He thrust more vigorously, as if fucking, although his cock stayed right along Chad's. After a moment he wrapped his hand around both cocks and rolled up, tugging Chad to sit up, too. "Phallic-worshiping manly sex," he teased.

  Chad followed, wanting another kiss. "That kind of worship I can do." He relaxed into the arm Jace wrapped around him. Jace wrapped his legs around him, too, practically sitting in his lap as his hand jacked their cocks together. Chad took the lead and kissed Jace first this time, moaning softly into it at the sensations coming from his groin.

  Jace's hand moved faster and he gasped around Chad's tongue. Chad felt the warm splashes on his belly and cock as Jace came.

  Jace.

  Came.

  Another person had had an orgasm from kissing and touching him. The thought alone was enough to send Chad over the edge.

  They lay together on the sofa kissing for a while. Jace got up and brought back a few tissues and they cleaned up. The process was considerably hampered by Jace stealing kisses.

  Chad caught a look at the clock on the laptop. "I have to go. It's after midnight and I'm opening tomorrow."

  Jace caught him and gave him another kiss, this one playful, but scorching. "Fuck, or rather frot, and run?" He nibbled Chad's neck. "It's okay. I have to get up, too. When can I see you again?"

  Chad fastened his jeans and settled back on the couch to enjoy the last kisses of the evening. "I'm off Sunday and Monday."

  "I got Sunday this week. Let's meet for breakfast and see what comes of it? If we decide to walk, fine. If we decide to go to the park or the zoo or the museum, that's fine, too." An idea occurred to Jace. Chad could see it all over his face. "You willing to model for me?"

  Chad thought a moment and nodded. "If you've got something to fit me, I'll try it on."

  Jace grinned. "Bracelet? Necklace?" He kissed Chad's ear and n
eck. "Other?"

  Chad swallowed hard. "Other? Maybe?"

  "What you wanna try, cutie? Name it and I'll make sure it fits."

  "Do you have"--Chad took a deep breath--"a harness?"

  Jace raised an eyebrow. "Not in chain. Bet I could make one though. So there's some kink in the librarian after all," he teased, waggling both eyebrows with a leer.

  Chad giggled and blushed. "Another secret. I just read about it."

  "It's okay. I do kink. Not hard stuff, but a little."

  Chad nodded. "That's good." He took a kiss and stood up. Jace saw him to the door.

  "Chad, you want just a little taste right now?"

  He hesitated. This could go bad very fast. He was in a near-stranger's apartment and he suspected Jace was a lot stronger than he was, for all that the other man was several inches shorter. "Yes?" he said, finally.

  "You'll like this, I think." Jace pressed him against the wall, his hands around Chad's wrists and kissed him, hard and deep, not biting, but definitely letting Chad feel his mouth and tongue and whole body pressed against him.

  Chad melted into the kiss, feeling his whole body open to it. He wished he wasn't spent, just so he could get hard again. He gave a half-hearted struggle to see how tightly Jace was holding him. Jace let go immediately.

  Jace looked at him, worried. "Are we okay?"

  "We're great. Do it again." Chad smiled and added, "And let me struggle. You'll know when I want loose."

  Jace gave a soft little chuckle. "Really?" He pinned Chad's wrists to the doorframe and kissed him again. This time he nibbled at Chad's lips, then worked down to suck at his neck. Chad felt his cock trying to wake back up, but he didn't have the energy for it. He squirmed a little in Jace's hold, loving the feeling of being restrained, remembering it for later.

  "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 jus
t 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.