Page 15 of Summer Skin

WRITING MUSIC WITHAven usually came with the sort of ease Chase liked to compare to magic. Like pulling a story out of thin air and watching it come to life.

But this afternoon, everything was different.

Chase sat in a yellow chair at Aven’s desk. Scratching through a line he’d jotted down in the songwriting notebook that had quickly gone from being his to becoming theirs, he tried again to find the right lyrics, stuck somewhere in his head.

But nothing was flowing, with his foot ticking impatiently at the wheel of the desk chair, and Aven, across the room on his bed, strumming the same simple chords over and over on his guitar, and an endless itch buzzing beneath Chase’s skin, longing to be scratched.

Ever since the blowjob Aven gave him yesterday in the woods, Chase’s nerves stood on edge—every inch of his body begging to be touched. It had been near torture to sit through school, dreaming of the other boy.

He glanced up from the notebook to find Aven staring. Chase’s head tilted to one side in question.

“I can”t stop looking at you,” Aven confessed.

“Why?”

“Chase Matthews,” he made his expression go doe-eyed, “here in my bedroom.”

Chase huffed out a laugh. “Come on, dude.”

“I”m trying to make you smile.”

“You are.”

“Come over here,” Aven told him, setting down his guitar.

Chase quietly shut the cover of their notebook and took a few steps, standing in front of Aven. “Come closer,” he said, opening his thighs and tugging Chase in by the loops of his belt, and Chase stumbled forward.

“Mm,” Aven breathed. “That’s much better. I”ve been thinking about touching you all day. What it would feel like to do this,” his hands cupped Chase’s ribcage and drifted down, clinching at his waist, “and this,” gliding around to the back and getting a good grip on Chase’s ass.

He squirmed, pushing back into Aven’s hands, and whimpered a little, trying not to moan at the simple touch.

“Babe,” Aven said, and Chase let his knees buckle, slipping into the seat of Aven’s lap. Chest pounding for whatever Aven might do to him next.

“What do you need?” Aven’s gaze danced over Chase’s face, settling on his mouth.

“You.”

“How do you want me?”

Playing with the fine hair at the back of Aven’s neck, Chase said, “Remember that question you asked me the other night? Right before I came?”

“Oh, god,” he groaned. “Of course I remember. You want your ass eaten out?”

“Yes,” he said breathlessly, cock plumping in his pants. Minutes earlier, the fantasy played in his head while using the bidet in Aven’s bathroom. The warm water splashing at him, cleaning him there. It was shockingly good, and he wanted to know what it would feel like to get tongued.

Aven’s hand skated up Chase’s chest, pausing above his heart. “Okay, I’d love to taste you. Get undressed.”

Chase clambered up, pulling his shirt above his head with little thought. The soft afternoon sunlight shone through the window, and he caught his own eager reflection in the mirror above Aven’s dresser, his face flushed with excited heat.

“Show me more,” Aven said, calling his gaze back, caressing a hand over the hard line of his own cock through his pants. He caught his lip between his teeth like he was damn well enjoying the show.

Fumbling to unbutton his jeans, Chase slowly dragged them down, along with his underwear, and Aven let out a low whistle under his breath. “Your body is gorgeous,” he said softly. He stood, peeling off his own shirt, and Chase’s mouth went dry. All that smooth skin and those toned lines causing a glitch in the beat of his heart.

Then Aven’s hands were on his waist, the heat in his eyes stoking a fire in Chase, and he leaned in, lifting up on his toes, arms winding around Aven’s neck. “I want you to kiss me,” he whispered, lips brushing Aven’s mouth. “Will you?”

Aven pressed forward, chest-to-chest, his fingers tightening around Chase’s middle. He gave him a slow, deep kiss, and Chase let out a quiet whimper, his cock rock hard as he melted into Aven’s arms.

Thumbing roughly over Chase’s nipple, Aven gave it a pinch as he pushed him toward the bed. “Go lie down.”

Stretching out on Aven’s down pillows, he breathed in deeply, inhaling the sleepy boy-scent of the bedsheets, and Aven took an audible breath. “Goddamn Matthews, you look good on my bed.”

The words stirred an urge in Chase—a want to suck, fuck, get filled, and his hips bucked in response, until a sudden weight pressed over him. Aven climbing on top, stretching out head-to-toe. The firm line of his erection met Chase’s own, and Aven spread his fingers through Chase’s hair, tugging back, dropping warm, wet kisses along the crook of his neck.

Aven rolled his hips, once, twice, letting Chase feel how hard he was, then kissed his way down Chase’s torso. He licked a long stripe from the base of Chase’s cock to the tip, and Chase quivered, a fiery memory of how good it felt to be inside Aven’s mouth.

“Flip over,” Aven told him, placing a kiss on the inside of his thigh, and Chase went shy all at once, the idea of shoving his asshole in the other boy’s face suddenly obscene.

“Chase?” Aven asked, sensing the hesitation. “This okay?”

Chase tossed an arm over his eyes. “Yeah.”

“What is it then?”

“Little intense,” he mumbled.

“Want to stop?”

He shook his head back and forth.

“Need a minute?”

He uncovered his eyes, leaning up on his elbows. Aven was watching him with a soft expression, his thumb stroking back and forth across Chase’s hip.

And, oh, how Chase’s cock stirred, just looking at him, imagining that lush, rosy mouth on his most private parts, and without another second, he made his choice, turning onto his stomach and lifting his hips for Aven’s mouth.

“Jesus christ.”

“Am I okay?”

“Okay?” Aven touched a finger to his rim, testing the give. “Babe, you’re so fucking pretty here.”

“Shut up,” Chase said, flushing all over, “no one’s pretty back there.”

“You are,” Aven insisted, hushed, reverent. “Can I, baby? I wanna taste you.”

Baby. No one had ever called him that before. Babe, sure, from his mom to the lady at the gas station who rung up candy in middle school to Aven, a few moments ago. But baby felt different, special somehow. Like he was precious. Something to be cared for.

Fingers clutching into a pillow, he gave Aven his consent, and the room went completely silent for a few heartbeats until Aven grabbed Chase’s ass cheeks in both hands, massaging the firm muscles there until Chase went loose and easy, eager for his tongue.

It was a shock, the first touch, and Aven made a breathy noise. “You’re so tight,” he marveled, tracing a spit-soaked finger around Chase’s opening.

His first taste felt curious, testing, a mix of gentle licks and kisses to Chase’s hole. “That good for you, babe?” he asked, rubbing his fingertips across the skin there. “You want more?”

God, yes, he wanted more. Felt like he’d only been teased so far. “Do you like it?” Chase wanted to know.

“Fuck yes, I like it.” Aven let out a low chuckle. “You taste good, Chase, look so hot with your ass shoved in the air begging to get eaten out.”

He made a low, slutty noise, and bent down to Chase’s asshole, licking and sucking, lapping at the rim until Chase went nearly feral for it, grinding back against his face, dying for the hungry noises Aven made as he well and truly ate his ass like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever put his mouth on.

And when he got a hand around Chase’s cock, tugging on him while tonguing his hole, Chase’s vision nearly whited out, his eyelids fluttering closed.

“Gonna make you come, baby.”

The words alone, the fact they came from Aven Sinclair’s mouth, on top of the fact that Chase was a wet-holed, wild-eyed, panting mess, made a call for an orgasm he couldn’t fight.

He came in long, white streaks across Aven’s sheets, crying out as the other man worked him through it, endlessly repeating how hot he was.

Flipping over, arm tossed back behind his head, Chase panted for air, and Aven settled in beside him, hand splayed across his chest, rising and falling with the desperate rhythm of Chase’s breath.

Nuzzling into the hollow between Chase’s neck and shoulder, Aven pressed a kiss to his slick, glossy skin, humming a little. “Touch me,” he said, sweet, a little starry-eyed with lust, “I’m so hard for you.”

Chase shifted, his hand finding Aven’s.

“Come on, babe, feel my dick,” Aven told him.

Grinning with a sort of post-orgasmic high, Chase let his hand drift down the other man’s body until he came to his erect cock, fisting around it, and moving up and down, feeling the soft, warm skin slide over the shaft. “Oh,” Aven gasped, his mouth falling open, “fuck.”

Chase jacked Aven’s cock, watching his face melt into an expression of pure, unguarded bliss, like Chase’s touch alone could drive him straight to heaven. His own dick twitched, filling with desire, and the more Chase explored Aven, the more he wanted what he’d been fantasizing about for a while.

“Aven.”

“Yeah, babe.” Nearly breathless.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Aven’s eyes shot open, his gaze locking on Chase.

“You’re serious?”

“Completely.”

Aven blinked, the look on his face evening out into something more thoughtful.

“Do you have much experience?”

Truthfully? Not that much. “Sort of.”

“You ever fuck someone?”

Chase exhaled. Then inhaled. Then decided to shoot for the truth. “Well, yeah. When I was fifteen. In a coat closet.”

Aven’s eyes went wide. “Excuse me, but what?”

“It was her idea,” Chase said, feeling self-conscious. “I just went along with it.”

Aven’s thumb smoothed over Chase’s brow. “You wanted to have sex with her?”

He nodded. “It was at an art show and I was bored, and Maddie was … she was always nice to me.” The experience was fairly emotionless and over quickly, and he’d never mentioned it to anyone else. “We moved a couple of weeks later. After that, I fooled around with a few girls, when they made a move on me, but never a girlfriend or anything like that.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“It wasn’t bad ...”

“But?”

He placed a kiss against Aven’s palm. “It wasn’t at all like this.”

A smile bloomed on Aven’s face, this cocky spark lighting in his eyes. “You like me.”

“Yes.” Chase couldn’t deny it.

“I like you too,” Aven told him, tangling their fingers together. “You really want your ass fucked?”

“I want you,” Chase said. “Inside of me.”

Aven breathed his name, and reached for his nightstand, hands scrambling for lube. “Okay, spread your legs for me,” he said, uncapping the bottle. He hooked an arm around Chase’s knee, pressing it close to his chest, and Chase blushed, feeling exposed, even though he’d just had his asshole in Aven’s mouth.

The first touch, wet with lube, caused his body to tighten, and Aven coaxed him to relax, tracing the muscle with his fingertip before slowly, slowly pushing in, and, oh, god, it felt so weird and utterly amazing all at once.

“You’re so tight inside.” Aven fucked his finger in and out, and Chase titled his hips to meet the touch, the feeling powerfully pleasurable. “You ever play with yourself?” Aven asked. “Stick a finger up here?”

“Hairbrush handle,” Chase mumbled, embarrassed to admit it out loud.

“I didn’t catch that, what’d you say?” Aven plunged a second finger inside and Chase clenched around him, delighting in the added pressure.

He cleared his throat. “I’ve used lotion on the handle of my hairbrush?”

Aven’s movement stilled. “Holy shit. You get off on that? Fucking your own ass?”

Honestly, he’d never thought of it as fucking himself. When he closed his eyes, the brush handle shoved deep inside, he’d always imagined someone else in the room.

“I pretend it’s you,” he admitted. “Touching me, fucking your dick into me. Sometimes you go gentle. Other times you’re rough, making me beg for it. And sometimes … sometimes I get on my hands and knees and you fuck me like a dog.”

“Fucking christ, Chase.” Aven made a noise like he was suffering. “You can’t say those things, you’re going to make me come before we even start.” His fingers curled inside, searching, and when he found Chase’s prostate, an entire galaxy opened up.

“More,” Chase moaned, his hand going to his dick, giving it a tug.

“You like that, huh?”

Chase could only nod, the sensations lighting his nerve endings.

“Good,” Aven breathed. “If you like this, think how much you’re gonna love my cock fucking you.”

Oh.

Oh, god, yes.

He needed to get dicked now.

A whine came from the back of his throat. “Please put it in. Please Aven. I want you to fuck me. Please.”

“Okay, okay, baby,” Aven hushed him, “give me a sec.”

Digging in his drawer, Aven came back with a condom wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth. His hand swept the condom down his shaft in one quick, practiced motion. Looking up, he caught Chase’s gaze.

Chase made a move to turn, to get on his knees so Aven could enter him from behind. But Aven shook his head. “No. I want to see your face.”

Settling between Chase’s legs, Aven brushed the sweaty bangs from his eyes. He bent to place a kiss on his lips, and Chase squeezed his thighs tight around him, wanting him to push inside.

“Anything doesn’t feel good, you wanna stop, just say, or else I”m gonna keep fucking you until you come.”

“Yes, yes, okay,” Chase hurriedly agreed, his hole clenching in anticipation. “Fuck me, fuck me now.”

There was an insistent pressure at his opening, and Aven groaned, easing himself in inch-by-blissful-inch and Chase’s eyes rolled back, the excruciating satisfaction of going slow, of opening up to thick, hard cock.

Aven inside of him. Aven all around. Aven’s gaze locked on his own, expression dialing back and forth between desire and awe, a swirling flame.

“You’re perfect,” Aven told him, thrusting deep, his cock stretching Chase in brand new ways. “You feel so good, so tight, baby. So hot inside.”

Every time he drove his cock inside, it got better, Chase’s body thrumming with the intensity of getting dicked. Aven was smooth, experienced, and when he found the spot that filled Chase’s head with stars, Chase whimpered, clinging to Aven, mouth thrown open as his soft noises filled the room.

Aven shut him up with a wet, dizzying kiss, and when he pulled off, Chase called him back, grasping tighter at his arms. Tonguing him, moaning into his mouth.

“God,” Aven breathed, completely blissed out. “You have no idea how good you feel. How much I love fucking you.” He lowered his head, scraping his teeth over Chase’s throat. “Tasting you.”

His pace quickened, the bounce of his balls slapping on every thrust. Chase’s legs curled around his waist, one hand clutching at his back, a fist twisted into his hair. Holding on, his body ringing with ecstasy, and Aven shook the bed with deep, powerful penetration, grunting as he fucked inside.

It was shocking, how good it felt having him so forcefully on top. The weight of his body holding Chase to the ground, lest he fly, floating off on the euphoria of being so thoroughly taken, and taken care of. This empty space he’d held for so long, filling, filling.

Mindless whimpers streamed from his lips, and he gave himself over completely, letting the other man use his body however he liked. Legs quivering, all thoughts fading to black as a rush of unadulterated rapture danced through his veins.

“Stay with me,” Aven told him, his movements stuttering as he brought them back down to earth. “Please stay with me, sweetheart.” He tipped Chase’s chin, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, a call to wake up.

“Are you ready to come for me?”

Chase was so hard, he could go off at the touch of a feather. He tried to focus his eyes on Aven, giving him a nod.

“Good,” Aven crooned, “good, baby. Put your hand around your cock for me.”

He did. And Aven tugged his hair back, staring into his eyes, this look that made Chase feel like he’d been pried open, like Aven could see every little scared, shameful, vulnerable place inside. And whatever Aven saw there, whatever was reflected back, he smiled, tender and true. Nuzzling the tip of Chase’s nose with his own. Then he pushed Chase’s knees to his chest, and pumped into him.

Chase came, so hard it was almost painful, but a good kind of pain. The best kind of pain, and Aven followed a few seconds later with a low groan.

He wished for one fierce moment, as Aven pulled out, that there was no condom between them. That he could hold Aven’s cum.

Let it coat his insides.

Let it mark him up.

Aven rested beside him, one hand threading gently through Chase’s hair as he murmured Chase’s name into the crook of his neck, sprinkling tiny kisses against his skin as their heartbeats slowly evened out.

“Oh my fucking god.” Aven rolled onto his back, stretching his limbs. His hand scrubbed over his chest, and then he turned to Chase, a grin larger than the whole damn sky painted across his face. “That was fucking amazing. You’re fucking amazing.” He propped himself on one elbow, giving Chase a lopsided grin.

I did that, Chase thought with a jolt, the thrill of what they’d done catching up with him.

He’d just had intensely dreamy sex with Aven Sinclair.

And he wanted to do it again.

And again after that.