Coming Home (6 page)

Chase had a firm idea of how things would go when Brad showed up. He had no doubt that the guy wouldn't show and if he was a betting man, he would bet it would be within the next hour. Just long enough after he'd left to not arouse Bobby's suspicions.

He drug the same chair from his kitchen, that he pulled out the week before, and set it in the middle of his living room. Then he retrieved the rope that Brad hadn't taken with him. This should be interesting.

Chase had virtually no experience with kink,
rope was kink, right?
but he knew about restraint. Usually it was his hands and body that did the restraining but he found himself getting hard at the thought of using the rope. He looped the rope over the back of the chair before sitting down in it. He wondered if Brad would willingly let him tie him up or if they were going to end up in another wrestling match. The thought of either option made his cock twitch so he undid the button of his Wranglers.

Almost down to the minute an hour later, he heard Brad's Chevy pull in behind his Ford.
Three, Two, One…Enter gay curious straight guy.
The knock on his door was loud in the silence of the quiet house.

Brad didn't know what he was expecting when he opened the door to Chase's house but it sure wasn't seeing the man sitting on his kitchen chair in the middle of his living room. There was no hiding the rope that was hanging off the back corner of the chair nor Chase's unbuttoned jeans. The lust that shot through him almost made him groan.

"Shut the door, Brad," Chase said softly and his smile disappeared.
Brad did as he was told and swallowed before he found his voice. "At least you didn't knock me on my ass the minute I stepped through." Over his shoulder he shot Chase an almost shy grin and turned fully to face the man when he stood.
"That could be arranged," Chase said so seriously that Brad wasn't sure if he was joking or not.
"What's with that?" Brad and nodded his head toward the chair and rope to evade Chase's comment.
"An idea," Chase glanced at the chair, "If you're game."
"Uhhh," Brad paused, "Do I get to know more than that?"
"Nope." Chase looked back at Brad and pulled his shirt off over his head.
He couldn't really tell him more because he wasn't really sure what was going to happen himself. Originally, he thought to make Brad get naked and tie him to the chair but the more he thought about that plan, he didn't like it.
Brad watched Chase's muscles flex then relax as the shirt was dropped to the floor. He knew Chase was waiting for an answer but he really wasn't keen on being tied to the chair. His desire to touch the hard body before him was too much to be restrained. Brad hadn't moved any further into the living room and watched as Chase sat back into the chair.
Okay, maybe the chair isn't for me?
Brad raised a curious brow at Chase. He knew how to work a rope, shit he raised horses, but he was pretty sure Chase didn't want him to tie him up.
"C'mere." Chase spread his jean clad knees wide to indicate where he wanted Brad to stand.
Brad's mouth went dry at the site before him and he tried to swallow again. He was walking toward Chase when the guy casually reached back and removed the rope from the back of the chair.
Oh shit
, the thought flashed through his mind but he wasn't sure if it was a good 'oh shit' or not. He stopped in front of Chase, not actually between those spread knees that allowed an excellent view of the jean clad budge he was sporting.
"Now what?" Brad licked his lips as he could feel Chase's hungry gaze like it was truly touching him.
"Undress," Chase ordered.
"Just like that?" Brad asked and wasn't really sure why he was questioning Chase, especially after the blow job he received the last time.
"Do I need to do it for you? Like some chick would expect?" Chase's voice wasn't condescending but instead held a note of challenge.
Brad weighted his options for a response. He wasn't sure if it was his desire to have Chase touch him, make him undress, or that he was just a chicken shit to undress himself before the man when he replied.
"Maybe."
Oh, so wrestling it is then
. The corner of Chase's mouth lifted and that was all the warning that Brad had before the attack came. One moment he was on his feet and the next he was flat on his back. Chase tackled him no holds barred and crawled up his body, grabbing his wrists, before he could squirm out from beneath the bulk of the larger man.
"Umph." it was the only sound he had time to make before Chase's mouth attacked his in a hungry kiss that included a lot of teeth. Brad didn't fight Chase off and relaxed under the man enough that his hands were released. He wasn't sure which one of them moaned when Chase's hands roughly drug his tee shirt up and off.
Brad was so focused on trying to feel more with his hips and taste more with his mouth, that he paid no mind when Chase grabbed his wrists again and brought them together above his head.
A low groan of frustration escaped him when he realized he couldn't touch the base skin that was pressing him so far into the carpet that Brad thought he could feel the nails in the subfloor. When he felt the touch of the rope on his wrists, he tried to ignore that it made him impossibly hard.
Chase had worked swiftly to distract Brad and tie his hands. Now he held the rope in one fist and ran his hand down Brad's flank. The man was pushing his arousal up against him so hard, like they were fighting and he was trying to throw Chase off, that it took most of Chase's strength to keep him pinned.
Brad stopped pushing up into Chase when he felt Chase’s rough calloused hand touch his abs. He sucked in, like he had done at the creek, so Chase could undo his button fly's. The man knew what he was doing because with only a deft flick of his wrist, Brad felt every one of the buttons against his hard cock pop as they opened.
"Don't move," Chase breathed into Brad's mouth. "Not a muscle or I'll send you home like this."
Brad barely exhaled, "K," before Chase's mouth was gone from his own and moving down his body. The struggle to remain still was excruciating and Brad tried to focus on what he was told to do. It was virtually impossible with the sensations that Chase was creating on his body.
Chase took his time teasingly licking and biting Brad as he moved lower and began to take off the jeans. He allowed his hot breath to blow over Brad's weeping cock and grinned at the mental struggle he could feel in the body beneath him.
"Lift," Chase ordered when tugging at Brad's jeans wasn't a hint.
He really thinks I would kick him out. Fuck that, I need to get off too.
Brad lifted his hips but quickly stilled once Chase pulled his jeans down. He wasn't sure when he closed his eyes but when he felt his boots, socks, then jeans removed, he opened them.
Chase sat back on his heels, his cock throbbing painfully against his zipper, and looked at the toned body that was splayed before him. Brad's brown eyes appeared almost amber in the low light of the living room and his strong jaw was already well past the five o'clock shadow point.
"Hands," Chase said after they stared at each other for what seemed much longer than it probably was.
Brad lifted his arms from behind his head and held out his bound hands. His eyes never left Chase's pale blue gaze as he was pulled to his feet by the rope between his wrists.
"Now, what to do, what to do?" Chase grinned as he stood in front of Brad.

Brad stood naked in front of Chase and his nervousness made another appearance. He had no idea what the guy had planned but rational thought had abandoned him when it came to the man before him.

If he hurts me, I'll kick his ass later.
Chase walked backward, pulling Brad along in front of him, until the back of his knees his the chair. He sat and pulled Brad between his spread knees before looking him dead in the eye.
"What do you want, Brad?"
That question again. What did he want?
"Everything," he replied and Chase raised a blond brow at him and said nothing before tugging him down to kneel.
"Teach me more," Brad dared to whisper as he looked at Chase.
"I told you," Chase began, leaning forward to grasp Brad around the neck. He pulled the hair at the base of the neck to tilt Brad's head back and prevent him from looking away. "I can't teach you how to be gay."
Brad stared into the crystal pale blue gaze of Chase's eyes and was distracted for a moment by the pull on his hair. He licked his suddenly dry lips before he replied.
"Then show me." Chase could hear the plea even though the words were whispered.
Chase did not think Brad knew what he was asking but his cock didn't seem to have the same conscience. Just because he was versatile did not mean that a straight guy, well, straight until now, would be. Then again, he had told Brad he would fuck him when they were in the creek but like the creek, his living room floor was defiantly not the place to explore that avenue.
Chase's cock was rock hard poking out of the waist of his jeans, when he stood back up and led them to his bedroom. He did not bother to turn on a light in the room when he sat on the bed to remove his boots. Once they were off, he shucked his jeans and socks and stood naked as the day he was born in front of Brad.
Brad stood to the side of the bedroom door and watched as the man undressed. He took in every movement that the minimal light from the hall revealed and tried to keep his nerves in check. He had seen how big Chase's cock was when he gave the man head and had no doubts about who was to be the 'fuckee' in this situation.
It couldn't be that painful, could it? Surely not all gay guys who took it up the ass were masochists
.
Brad tried not to think about how much this might actually hurt as he stepped in front of Chase and held out his bound hands.
Chase untied the rope that was around Brad's wrists. The guy's first fuck should be one where he wasn't tied up. Although the idea aroused Chase even more.
Chase stood and the hard on that rubbed against his own groin when they embraced made Brad relax a little. Chase remembered his first time as a bottom but he had already been in a relationship with his lover f o r months before they had progressed to this point. He would know soon enough if this was something Brad would enjoy or not.
Deep, hungry kisses were exchanged while Chase turned them so that Brad's legs were now against the side of the bed. Without breaking the kiss that was comprised of dueling tongues, teeth, and lips, Chase used his chest to push Brad down onto the bed.
"Just lay back," Chase told Brad as he pulled away from the mouth that was consuming him.
Brad was splayed across the bed, knees hanging over the side, as Chase knelt between his legs. The hard cock before him only proved that Brad was turned on by the prospect of being fucked. As one hand grasped that cock and guided it to his lips, the other opened his nightstand drawer. He sucked Brad into his mouth as his hand felt around for the bottle of Glide that he knew was there. Brad's hips thrust upward and Chase took the extra length into his mouth smoothly, like he done the last time, as he set the bottle on the bed beside him.
Brad tried to ignore the feel of the cool bottle that was now resting against his hip. He knew what that bottle represented but he pushed that thought away and concentrated on Chase's warm mouth enveloping him. He had asked to be shown and he'd be damned if he chickened out now.
Chase's hand continued to stroke the hard cock that was in his mouth while the other massaged the heavy sack that rested in the palm of his hand.
Brad practically melted under the attention that Chase was giving him and he did not even realize that he was pushing down against the finger that was applying subtle pressure against his hole.
Chase withdrew his mouth from Brad's cock and licked his tongue down the hard shaft until he could easily suck Brad's sack into his mouth. First one ball then the other, letting his spit drool down to the finger that had been teasing the tight hole before him. Even as he continued to stroke Brad with his free hand, he rubbed circles around the tight portal before him while he caressed the sack with his mouth.
Brad was in heaven, pure fucking I-have-diedand-gone-to-heaven, as a result of Chase's expert mouth pleasuring him. So great was this feeling that Brad did not even realize when one of Chase's long, thick fingers penetrated his most intimate place.
Brad's head was thrown back and he thrust his hips in an effort to feel more… more of everything.
Chase brought his mouth back to the head of Brad's cock as he added a second finger to the first. He was not sure if it was his mouth or the addition of the second finger that caused the loud moan to escape from Brad's throat but the noise made his own cock throb painfully. Going slowly was going to kill him.
Brad felt the moment he was penetrated by Chase's fingers but his pleasure saturated mind did not register any pain. Instead it begged to feel more and he pushed his hips down harder against the hand that was between his legs.
Chase did not break his rhythm of sucking and fingering that tight hole as he reached for the bottle of lube. He added a generous amount to his fingers before he slipped a third in to join the other two.
"Fuccck," Brad panted above him. "I am gonna cum, Chase."
Chase lifted his head off of Brad's cock and it slipped out with a pop. "Not yet."
Chase slowed down his thrusting fingers and poured an ample amount of lube over his aching cock. He dropped the plastic bottle on the floor before stroking himself to spread the lube. He kept finger fucking Brad slowly as he kissed and bit his way up the man's body to his mouth. Brad's fists were balled in the bedspread and they did not move when Chase pulled his fingers out and positioned himself to enter.
Chase pushed slowly against Brad's entrance and stopped when Brad hissed and brought his hands to grip Chase's shoulders.
"Relax," Chase said into Brad's mouth and began kissing and biting his way down Brad’s neck while he gave the guy time to adjust to his size.
Chase inched into the tortuously tight hole slowly, resisting the urge to thrust hilt deep, and ignored the death grip Brad had on his shoulders.
"Oh, God," Brad whispered and jerked his hips upward when Chase sucked on his neck. Chase began to move slowly, grinding his hips in a circular motion before coming out the slightest bit. Little by little, Brad was loosening up for him but the heat and tightness were driving him insane.
"Oh, God," Brad breathed out again and lifted his feet up to the edge of the bed which caused Chase to go deeper. "Fuuuck," Brad's hips jerked up toward him again.
That's the spot
, Chase thought as he began to move. Every slow thrust caressed that spot and he withdrew further out each time before burying himself deep again. Chase could not maintain his gentle pace and soon began thrusting faster. At some point, Brad's feet left the bed and wrapped around Chase's hips as Chase's own hands gripped Brad's.
Hard breathing moans mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.
"Chase, oh God," Brad panted as he watched Chase thrust into his body deeply, over and over again.
When Chase wrapped his hand around Brad's weeping cock, Brad practically screamed his name. A few strokes were all it took before Chase felt Brad explode over his hand and his ass tighten into a vice around his cock. That was all Chase needed. He tensed as his own orgasm filled Brad's virgin ass and he collapsed down on top of him.
Sweat and cum covered their chests but neither man moved as they fought for breath. Chase eased himself from Brad's body and couldn't help but wonder how this would change their relationship.
Relationship…ha!
He could admit that he no longer hated the guy but just because he popped his cherry didn't mean they were in a relationship. Chase pushed the thoughts away and decided to takes things day by day.
"Okay?" Chase pulled himself up onto his arms and looked down at Brad's closed eyes.
"Fan-fucking-tastic," Chase smirked at the reply and stood up.
"Shower is through there, if you want to use it." Chase watched as Brad winced slightly when he sat up.
"Think I'll just head out," Brad replied as he walked stiffly to the living room in search of his clothes.
"Suit yourself." Chase pulled on a pair of PT shorts and walked Brad to the door after he finished getting dressed.
"See ya," Brad said as he headed down the stone walk.
"Yep," Chase replied and closed his door.