When Chase backed through the living room, Ford followed, casually removing his coat and tossing it towards the chair in the corner of the bedroom, not caring when it missed and slid to the floor.He removed papers from his back pocket and shoved them into Chase’s chest.Not quite the striptease he’d been expecting.
“Sign that, then we can get this show on the road.”He blew Chase’s last brain cell when he lifted off his shirt and T-shirt in one fluid movement.
Biting his bottom lip, Chase backed over to the bedside table and slapped the paper down.“Later,” he disagreed, removing the towel from around his neck to throw towards the bathroom, not caring where it landed.“I can think of better things to do.”
Chase used Ford’s distracted attention, as he nibbled on his ear, to his advantage and flipped him onto his back.“This isn’t the time to drag it out, but I want to.Later.”
Ford's hands rose to his waist and tugged until they were pressed skin-to-skin.“Deal.”Sliding his hand between them, he circled Chase’s cock in long fingers.
Chase grabbed a bottle of lube from his bedside table while Ford mouthed at his neck like he’d never tasted anything better.A tongue trailing over his Adam’s apple made his eyes flutter shut, and Chase dropped down to claim a kiss.Ford’s hands wandered up his thigh and cupped his ass, while he remembered to grab the lube.
A steady hold kept Ford’s head tilted to enjoy the kiss, while Chase dropped his other hand between them, circling his fingers around Ford’s thick cock.When he twisted his wrist and dragged his palm over the head, Ford shivered, eyes closing.
Chase shifted his right knee, then the other, and bent to replace his hand with his mouth.Ford hummed and bit his bottom lip, lying back to let Chase have his way.Taking him all the way into his mouth before retreating, swirling his tongue around the head and into the slit, he learned all the ways Ford liked to be touched and tasted.
He was impatient, swallowing until his eyes shut and he hit his gag reflex.Ford gripped his hair with biting fingers and swore.
Chase stroked the base, to pull every breathless word from his lips.It wasn’t long before he let Ford’s thrusts control the pace, or Chase risked losing his voice.The shit that fell out his mouth while he fucked Chase’s mouth was ridiculous, but Ford seemed lost to the experience.
He hummed in pleasure to find Ford gripping the edge of the mattress as a litany of ‘fucks’ fell from his lips.“Meda, get the fuck off me or you’re getting a mouthful of cum.”
Chase backed off to a comfortable spot and created a ring with his fingers to stroke the base of Ford’s cock.Ford’s chest heaved, one hand gripping Chase’s hair tight while the other stroked his shoulder.A punched breath from Ford at the first drop of cum on his tongue, and the relaxing of tight fingers in his hair told him the plan had worked perfectly.
Instead of nearly ripping his hair out, Ford’s fingers held and massaged the crown of his head.Chase swallowed, backing off to wipe the pad of his thumb across his lips and lick off the last few drops.Lifting himself over Ford’s lax body with only the faintest of tremors from a need to come, he dropped to kiss his smiling mouth.
“Meda,” Ford murmured against his lips, while a hand grazing his thigh.“Your mouth is fucking delicious.”Wrapping a hand around Chase’s cock, Ford dominated his mouth and stroked his cock until he came.
When he succumbed to the orgasm, Chase gasped as something inside snapped.Not breaking, but leaving him breathless for a whole other reason, because he could feel their bond—finally as solid and secure as his bond with Lucky.
“Imma needta sleep.”Ford’s speech slurred in proof he was already a goner.
Chase flopped onto the bed and thanked the Gods for a chance to breathe.
Ford turned onto his side and laid a hand on Chase’s chest, like a physical reminder he was close.“Then imma blow your fucking mind.”
How did Chase say he didn’t have to, because this thing between them?and the way their bond had snapped into place?had already blown his fucking mind through the roof?
Rolling his head towards Ford, he gave in to the temptation to touch fingers to his long neck.“You look ready to crash.”He wasn’t surprised that Ford had only briefly closed his eyes, fighting the fatigue.“Sleep.I’m not going anywhere and you’re safe here.”
He didn’t know what battle Ford was mentally fighting, but Ford smiled, nudging his head to bring Chase’s fingers to his mouth.Kissing them, he grabbed a pillow to rest his head on.“Stay here until I’m asleep?”he asked, guiding Chase’s fingers to his hair.
Chase weaved his fingers through Ford’s hair as he closed his eyes and surrendered to sleep.He’d never seen this side of him before.
Ten minutes later, the tension Chase hadn’t realised Ford carried every day flowed from him like a wave, disappearing in an instant.“That’s what I never noticed,” he mused in a bare whisper.“You carry it everywhere, every day.You never let it go, even when you’re with us.”
Chapter Twenty
Two days later
Lucky
Seeing Ford in his kitchen, making a fry-up to end all fry-ups, Lucky had never been happier.The bank holiday meant a rare Monday without classes or the dreaded Professor Juniper, and now he had both his mates to spend the day with.And it was so…domestic.Chase leaned his hip on the counter, sipping from a coffee mug, while Ford focused on the eggs spitting in the frying pan.
Seeing them like that, in his space, inspired Lucky to ask for the impossible.
“Papa, could we have the weekend together?”
His papa raised an eyebrow and lifted his cup of coffee.“That could be arranged.If a certain alpha of legal age will host, and swear to your safety from the moment you leave this house, I won’t call in certain favours to hold him responsible.”The way he looked at Ford, it was clear someone would get in serious trouble if anything happened to Lucky.
