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beansideTitle: All That You Are
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: CMM/JDM
Disclaimer: Still don't own them. Still not true. (Still doesn't mean they wouldn't be hot together.)
A/N: Previous parts can be found here.. Thanks as always to my lovely wife for her help.
One of the nicer things about working on non-indy movies, Jeff thought, was the accommodations. They’d put him up in one of the gorgeous boutique hotels that seemed to dot the New York landscape. From his window on the tenth floor, he could just see Rockefeller Center, with it’s ice rink and the lit tree. It made up for freezing his nuts off in New York while his baby girl was home in sunny and warm LA.
He missed her like crazy, but the cash he was making for the two movies would keep her in dog food for a year, so he’d suck it up.
Worse, he missed Chad. Funny how he hadn’t expected that. Then again, there were a lot of things he hadn’t expected. Like the bouquet of lilies that had shown up in his trailer last week. The card simply said ‘Thinking of you,’ and was signed ‘C.’
Even more unexpected had been the couple of phone calls he’d gotten over the last week from some of Chad’s former co-stars on One Tree Hill. While it had been kind of nice to know that Chad had told people about them, the first call from Hillarie Burton had kind of caught him off guard.
She’d been pretty straightforward, and didn’t bother mincing words. Still, James Lafferty’s call had been his favorite, with its theme of ‘Fuck him over, and they won’t find the body.’ The funny thing was that the kid had been totally serious, half Jeff’s age, or not.
The door to his suite opened with a tinny beep, and he stepped into the quiet with a sigh. After a long night shoot, the only thing he wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep until the sun had set.
Then, he stepped into the tiny bedroom and saw the mostly naked boy on his bed.
Not that he hadn’t seen Chad naked before. But usually in low lighting, or while they were touching, fumbling with each other’s clothing. Never like this, with the pale blush of sunrise turning his skin golden.
Chad had put a little of his lost weight back on over the last two months, most of it muscle. Now he was all sleek, long limbed grace.
Jeff stripped quickly, sliding into bed next to Chad, and snuggled in. Chad smiled sleepily, rolling towards him to kiss Jeff lightly. “Hey,” he mumbled. “You’re back.”
“Yeah. All done until January, thankfully.” Jeff let his fingers slide down Chad’s stomach, curling around a hip. “Have I mentioned lately how gorgeous you are?”
Chad ducked his head against the pillow, a pink flush touching his cheeks. “You just say stuff like that. No one says those things.”
“Can’t help it,” Jeff grinned. “You are.”
“Jeff? I think you’re kinda gay.” Chad smiled, snuggling closer as Jeff yawned. “I think you’re about to pass out, too. Go to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”
Curling into Chad, Jeff nodded, letting his head rest on Chad’s shoulder. “Glad you’re here,” he murmured thickly. “Missed you.”
If Chad replied, Jeff didn’t hear it, slipping into sleep almost immediately.
When Jeff woke again, the sun was slanting across the pale sheets, and Chad was sitting up next to him, quietly flipping through the channels. “Hey,” Jeff murmured. “Anything good on?”
“Well, let’s see. It’s three, so I think you’ve got a choice between Ellen, Oprah, and General Hospital. All in all, not much,” Chad drawled, bending to kiss Jeff quickly.
Jeff stretched. “God, I need coffee.”
Chad smiled, slipping off the bed, and heading into the other room. A minute later, he was back, wheeling a room service cart laden with food, and best of all, a silver coffee service.
A minute later, a mug of steaming coffee was pressed into Jeff’s hands. “Remind me to give you a really good blow job for this.”
Chad shifted a little. “I was kinda hoping I could get a good fuck out of it, instead,” he said, not meeting Jeff’s eyes.
It was pretty fucking amazing, Jeff thought, how his body could go from zero to ‘ohgodsexnow’ with Chad around. “You sure?” he asked, snagging a croissant off the tray.
“Yeah. I’m sure. I won’t promise not to flip out, but I want to try.”
Jeff nodded. “Okay. How would be best for you?”
Chad considered for a moment. “Not on my side, and not holding me down. I think that’s what triggered it last time.”
After a long moment, Jeff tilted his head. “Well, c’mere, then.”
For a long moment, Chad hesitated, and Jeff waited silently to see what he’d do. Finally, Chad gave a jerky nod and slid onto the bed next to Jeff, laying down with all the grace and subtlety of a sacrifical virgin.
“Sweetheart,” Jeff murmured. “Relax. We’re going to start slow.”
Chad narrowed his eyes, but made an obvious attempt to relax. “Okay. How?”
“A kiss,” Jeff returned, bending to brush his lips against Chad’s. The younger man kissed back hard, desperate. Jeff smiled against his mouth, letting his tongue tease over Chad’s lower lip, pulling it between his teeth for a little nip.
Despite his tension, Chad arched into the touch, making a soft noise low in his throat.
Moving slow and easy, Jeff worked his way down Chad’s body, biting along his throat and shoulders, licking at his hard nipples until Chad giggled and twisted under Jeff.
Then, he slid a little lower, tongue darting out to teasingly delve into Chad’s navel. That got Jeff another laugh…and swatted lightly. But at least Chad was relaxing.
Without commenting, Jeff slid a little lower, until he could just let the tip of his tongue flicker over the tip of Chad’s hard cock.
“Asshole,” Chad muttered, trying to arch up into the touch.
“Probably,” Jeff admitted. “But that’s okay, you like me anyway.” He sobered, bending to lap at Chad’s cock, shifting his weight to the side. “Okay, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You ready?”
“Yeah. I’m good. Go.” Chad tensed again, and Jeff mentally shook his head, grabbing the bottle of lube off the nightstand. He wasn’t quite sure they’d need the quart-sized bottle, but at least Chad had come prepared.
By the time Jeff slid back down to lick along Chad’s cock, Chad was so tense that Jeff was amazed he hadn’t pulled a muscle. He relaxed by degrees as Jeff went back to sucking him. Easy little licks that made him shiver, hard sucks that drew low moans from Chad’s throat.
“You ready?” Jeff asked, finger sliding slowly back.
Chad nodded closing his eyes and breathing hard.
His finger was about three fourths of the way in when Chad tensed, making a helpless little noise. “Hold for a second.”
Jeff stilled, waiting patiently. “Okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
After a few moments, Chad blew out a hard breath. “Okay. I’m okay. Go ahead.”
Jeff didn’t bother trying to slide deeper, instead just crooking his finger, feeling for the right spot.
There was no question when he’d found it.
Chad’s eyes widened, his breath coming in hard. “Jeff?”
“Felt good, didn’t it,” Jeff purred, repeating the movement.
“Y-yeah,” Chad breathed. “Yeah. S’that what it’s supposed to—“ his voice broke on a soft moan as Jeff slid deeper, fucking Chad with one finger.
“Yeah, sweetheart. That’s what it’s supposed to feel like,” Jeff rumbled, bending to lathe his tongue around the head of Chad’s flagging erection.
“Oh. Oh,” Chad whispered. “Jeff, oh. Please.”
Without any fanfare, Jeff slid another finger in to join the first, angling it just right.
Chad’s hips jerked up, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. “Oh,” he whimpered. “Fuck.”
The third finger slid in and Chad tensed for a second, then relaxed on a shuddering moan. “Please, Jeff, God, please.”
Without answering, Jeff bent his head again, swallowing Chad down.
It was barely a minute later when Chad’s thighs trembled, his voice scaling up to a sharp cry, and Jeff felt the wash of warmth at the back of his mouth, swallowing quickly.
Chad slumped back to the bed, and Jeff moved quickly on him, touching his face lightly. “I’m going to fuck you now, sweetheart, okay?”
“Mmm? ‘kay,” Chad mumbled.
Without giving Chad time to think about it, Jeff grabbed the lube and condom.
“I can do that.”
Jeff glanced up, finding Chad watching him, a little sated smile on his face. “Okay, sweetheart.”
Jeff handed the condom and lube over. Chad looked at the condom, then shook his head. “Don’t need that, unless you want it. I mean, I’m clean.”
“I don’t need it,” Jeff murmured, smiling. “But it can be a little messy without-“
Chad shook his head, tossing the condom to the floor, and reaching for Jeff, slicking him up with light, easy strokes that just confirmed that yes, Chad was trying to kill him.
Then, finally, he was lining up, sliding in slow and easy, watching Chad’s face for any sign of fear or pain.
Instead, he got a faint, quizzical look that lasted until he slid his hands under Chad’s ass, tilting his hips up a little. Then, the head of Jeff’s cock slid just right, and Chad gasped, arching up, driving Jeff deeper.
“Ohfuck,” Chad hissed. “Goddamn.”
“You okay?” Jeff gritted. Jesus, Chad was tight. No shock, but still. It was all he could do not to come right then.
“Yeah. Just—fuck you’re so big. God, didn’t know it would feel like that.”
“Like what?” Jeff bent, kissing him lightly.
“Burns a little, but so good,” Chad said.
Jeff shuddered. Jesus, the boy’s voice was trashed, just a bare hoarse thread. He stroked Chad’s cheek, forcing him to meet Jeff’s eyes for a moment. “Okay?”
“Yeah. Go.” Chad’s lips curled in a little smile. “C’mon, Jeff. Fuck me.”
He tried to go slow, to take it easy. But then Chad started moaning, and those long damn legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into the small of Jeff’s back. And Chad started getting hard again.
And really? Who could go easy with all that?
“Yeah. God, harder,” Chad moaned, nails digging into Jeff’s shoulders.
Without breaking his rhythm, Jeff slid a hand between them, curling around Chad’s cock.
Chad made a strangled noise, breath hitching in something that might have been Jeff’s name, and he was shuddering, howling. Warmth spilled over Jeff hand, and the vise around his cock tightented all the more.
With one last thrust, Jeff growled, bending to bite at Chad’s shoulder, the world whiting around him as he came.
When he could breathe again, think again, Jeff lifted his head, looking down at Chad. “Y’okay?” he panted.
Chad’s eyes were closed, shivers still running down his body. His breath was coming fast and shallow.
Jeff tensed. Fuck, had he hurt Chad? “Sweetheart?” He shifted his weight back, off the smaller man.
Chad’s arms slid around him, holding him close, pulling him back down. “’m fine.”
“Okay,” Jeff relaxed, rolled them over so he could pet Chad’s back, holding him close. “So fucking beautiful.”
Chad pressed his face against Jeff’s throat, but Jeff could feel his lips curl into a smile against his skin.
“Thank you,” Jeff murmured softly. “For trusting me like that.”
Chad lifted his head enough to kiss Jeff’s jaw. “Thank you, for putting up with me.”
“You’re worth it.”
Chad squirmed back, and Jeff cursed silently. Fuck. Too much, too fast. Dammit. He still hadn’t learned his lesson.
Then, Chad looked at him, fingers brushing over his cheek and smiled, kissing him lightly. “Thank you.”
Jeff relaxed, smiling back. “So, how do you feel about ice skating?”
“Dude, I like hockey. I love it. Why?”
“Well, there’s the rink by Rockefeller. I was thinking since it’s Christmas, and I’m in New York, I should at least be able to say that I skated there.”
“Do you skate?”
“Nope.” Jeff chuckled. “But I fall real well.”
“Nah. I’ll teach you,” Chad promised.
Jeff smiled. “Haven’t you ever heard that you can’t teach and old dog new tricks?”
“I don’t see any old dogs here.” Chad kissed him lightly. “Um. Jeff?”
“Yeah?”
“Uh. Iloveyou,” he blurted in a rush.
Jeff stared for a moment, mentally translating what Chad had just said. Then, he opened his mouth, only to find a finger on his lips.
“You don’t have to say anything. I just. I wanted you to know. I really…yeah.”
Jeff kissed Chad’s finger, and turned his head away from it, bending to kiss him hard. “I love you, too. Have for a while, but I didn’t want to spook you.”
“Really?” Chad ducked his head. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Really.” Jeff smiled as Chad’s arms slid around his neck, pulling him close. “Don’t sound so surprised, sweetheart.”
Chad hugged him tighter. “Bite me, Morgan.”
Jeff rumbled a laugh. “Did that. Sorry, think you’ll be wearing my mark for a few days.”
Long legs stretched, a hand coming up to touch the small bruise. “I kind of like that.”
“Mm. Do you, now,” Jeff purred. “Like knowing that you belong to me?”
Chad shivered a little. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah. I like that.”
“Good,” Jeff smiled, stroking Chad’s cheek. This was shaping up to be a fun few days in the Big Apple.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: CMM/JDM
Disclaimer: Still don't own them. Still not true. (Still doesn't mean they wouldn't be hot together.)
A/N: Previous parts can be found here.. Thanks as always to my lovely wife for her help.
One of the nicer things about working on non-indy movies, Jeff thought, was the accommodations. They’d put him up in one of the gorgeous boutique hotels that seemed to dot the New York landscape. From his window on the tenth floor, he could just see Rockefeller Center, with it’s ice rink and the lit tree. It made up for freezing his nuts off in New York while his baby girl was home in sunny and warm LA.
He missed her like crazy, but the cash he was making for the two movies would keep her in dog food for a year, so he’d suck it up.
Worse, he missed Chad. Funny how he hadn’t expected that. Then again, there were a lot of things he hadn’t expected. Like the bouquet of lilies that had shown up in his trailer last week. The card simply said ‘Thinking of you,’ and was signed ‘C.’
Even more unexpected had been the couple of phone calls he’d gotten over the last week from some of Chad’s former co-stars on One Tree Hill. While it had been kind of nice to know that Chad had told people about them, the first call from Hillarie Burton had kind of caught him off guard.
She’d been pretty straightforward, and didn’t bother mincing words. Still, James Lafferty’s call had been his favorite, with its theme of ‘Fuck him over, and they won’t find the body.’ The funny thing was that the kid had been totally serious, half Jeff’s age, or not.
The door to his suite opened with a tinny beep, and he stepped into the quiet with a sigh. After a long night shoot, the only thing he wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep until the sun had set.
Then, he stepped into the tiny bedroom and saw the mostly naked boy on his bed.
Not that he hadn’t seen Chad naked before. But usually in low lighting, or while they were touching, fumbling with each other’s clothing. Never like this, with the pale blush of sunrise turning his skin golden.
Chad had put a little of his lost weight back on over the last two months, most of it muscle. Now he was all sleek, long limbed grace.
Jeff stripped quickly, sliding into bed next to Chad, and snuggled in. Chad smiled sleepily, rolling towards him to kiss Jeff lightly. “Hey,” he mumbled. “You’re back.”
“Yeah. All done until January, thankfully.” Jeff let his fingers slide down Chad’s stomach, curling around a hip. “Have I mentioned lately how gorgeous you are?”
Chad ducked his head against the pillow, a pink flush touching his cheeks. “You just say stuff like that. No one says those things.”
“Can’t help it,” Jeff grinned. “You are.”
“Jeff? I think you’re kinda gay.” Chad smiled, snuggling closer as Jeff yawned. “I think you’re about to pass out, too. Go to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”
Curling into Chad, Jeff nodded, letting his head rest on Chad’s shoulder. “Glad you’re here,” he murmured thickly. “Missed you.”
If Chad replied, Jeff didn’t hear it, slipping into sleep almost immediately.
When Jeff woke again, the sun was slanting across the pale sheets, and Chad was sitting up next to him, quietly flipping through the channels. “Hey,” Jeff murmured. “Anything good on?”
“Well, let’s see. It’s three, so I think you’ve got a choice between Ellen, Oprah, and General Hospital. All in all, not much,” Chad drawled, bending to kiss Jeff quickly.
Jeff stretched. “God, I need coffee.”
Chad smiled, slipping off the bed, and heading into the other room. A minute later, he was back, wheeling a room service cart laden with food, and best of all, a silver coffee service.
A minute later, a mug of steaming coffee was pressed into Jeff’s hands. “Remind me to give you a really good blow job for this.”
Chad shifted a little. “I was kinda hoping I could get a good fuck out of it, instead,” he said, not meeting Jeff’s eyes.
It was pretty fucking amazing, Jeff thought, how his body could go from zero to ‘ohgodsexnow’ with Chad around. “You sure?” he asked, snagging a croissant off the tray.
“Yeah. I’m sure. I won’t promise not to flip out, but I want to try.”
Jeff nodded. “Okay. How would be best for you?”
Chad considered for a moment. “Not on my side, and not holding me down. I think that’s what triggered it last time.”
After a long moment, Jeff tilted his head. “Well, c’mere, then.”
For a long moment, Chad hesitated, and Jeff waited silently to see what he’d do. Finally, Chad gave a jerky nod and slid onto the bed next to Jeff, laying down with all the grace and subtlety of a sacrifical virgin.
“Sweetheart,” Jeff murmured. “Relax. We’re going to start slow.”
Chad narrowed his eyes, but made an obvious attempt to relax. “Okay. How?”
“A kiss,” Jeff returned, bending to brush his lips against Chad’s. The younger man kissed back hard, desperate. Jeff smiled against his mouth, letting his tongue tease over Chad’s lower lip, pulling it between his teeth for a little nip.
Despite his tension, Chad arched into the touch, making a soft noise low in his throat.
Moving slow and easy, Jeff worked his way down Chad’s body, biting along his throat and shoulders, licking at his hard nipples until Chad giggled and twisted under Jeff.
Then, he slid a little lower, tongue darting out to teasingly delve into Chad’s navel. That got Jeff another laugh…and swatted lightly. But at least Chad was relaxing.
Without commenting, Jeff slid a little lower, until he could just let the tip of his tongue flicker over the tip of Chad’s hard cock.
“Asshole,” Chad muttered, trying to arch up into the touch.
“Probably,” Jeff admitted. “But that’s okay, you like me anyway.” He sobered, bending to lap at Chad’s cock, shifting his weight to the side. “Okay, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You ready?”
“Yeah. I’m good. Go.” Chad tensed again, and Jeff mentally shook his head, grabbing the bottle of lube off the nightstand. He wasn’t quite sure they’d need the quart-sized bottle, but at least Chad had come prepared.
By the time Jeff slid back down to lick along Chad’s cock, Chad was so tense that Jeff was amazed he hadn’t pulled a muscle. He relaxed by degrees as Jeff went back to sucking him. Easy little licks that made him shiver, hard sucks that drew low moans from Chad’s throat.
“You ready?” Jeff asked, finger sliding slowly back.
Chad nodded closing his eyes and breathing hard.
His finger was about three fourths of the way in when Chad tensed, making a helpless little noise. “Hold for a second.”
Jeff stilled, waiting patiently. “Okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
After a few moments, Chad blew out a hard breath. “Okay. I’m okay. Go ahead.”
Jeff didn’t bother trying to slide deeper, instead just crooking his finger, feeling for the right spot.
There was no question when he’d found it.
Chad’s eyes widened, his breath coming in hard. “Jeff?”
“Felt good, didn’t it,” Jeff purred, repeating the movement.
“Y-yeah,” Chad breathed. “Yeah. S’that what it’s supposed to—“ his voice broke on a soft moan as Jeff slid deeper, fucking Chad with one finger.
“Yeah, sweetheart. That’s what it’s supposed to feel like,” Jeff rumbled, bending to lathe his tongue around the head of Chad’s flagging erection.
“Oh. Oh,” Chad whispered. “Jeff, oh. Please.”
Without any fanfare, Jeff slid another finger in to join the first, angling it just right.
Chad’s hips jerked up, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. “Oh,” he whimpered. “Fuck.”
The third finger slid in and Chad tensed for a second, then relaxed on a shuddering moan. “Please, Jeff, God, please.”
Without answering, Jeff bent his head again, swallowing Chad down.
It was barely a minute later when Chad’s thighs trembled, his voice scaling up to a sharp cry, and Jeff felt the wash of warmth at the back of his mouth, swallowing quickly.
Chad slumped back to the bed, and Jeff moved quickly on him, touching his face lightly. “I’m going to fuck you now, sweetheart, okay?”
“Mmm? ‘kay,” Chad mumbled.
Without giving Chad time to think about it, Jeff grabbed the lube and condom.
“I can do that.”
Jeff glanced up, finding Chad watching him, a little sated smile on his face. “Okay, sweetheart.”
Jeff handed the condom and lube over. Chad looked at the condom, then shook his head. “Don’t need that, unless you want it. I mean, I’m clean.”
“I don’t need it,” Jeff murmured, smiling. “But it can be a little messy without-“
Chad shook his head, tossing the condom to the floor, and reaching for Jeff, slicking him up with light, easy strokes that just confirmed that yes, Chad was trying to kill him.
Then, finally, he was lining up, sliding in slow and easy, watching Chad’s face for any sign of fear or pain.
Instead, he got a faint, quizzical look that lasted until he slid his hands under Chad’s ass, tilting his hips up a little. Then, the head of Jeff’s cock slid just right, and Chad gasped, arching up, driving Jeff deeper.
“Ohfuck,” Chad hissed. “Goddamn.”
“You okay?” Jeff gritted. Jesus, Chad was tight. No shock, but still. It was all he could do not to come right then.
“Yeah. Just—fuck you’re so big. God, didn’t know it would feel like that.”
“Like what?” Jeff bent, kissing him lightly.
“Burns a little, but so good,” Chad said.
Jeff shuddered. Jesus, the boy’s voice was trashed, just a bare hoarse thread. He stroked Chad’s cheek, forcing him to meet Jeff’s eyes for a moment. “Okay?”
“Yeah. Go.” Chad’s lips curled in a little smile. “C’mon, Jeff. Fuck me.”
He tried to go slow, to take it easy. But then Chad started moaning, and those long damn legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into the small of Jeff’s back. And Chad started getting hard again.
And really? Who could go easy with all that?
“Yeah. God, harder,” Chad moaned, nails digging into Jeff’s shoulders.
Without breaking his rhythm, Jeff slid a hand between them, curling around Chad’s cock.
Chad made a strangled noise, breath hitching in something that might have been Jeff’s name, and he was shuddering, howling. Warmth spilled over Jeff hand, and the vise around his cock tightented all the more.
With one last thrust, Jeff growled, bending to bite at Chad’s shoulder, the world whiting around him as he came.
When he could breathe again, think again, Jeff lifted his head, looking down at Chad. “Y’okay?” he panted.
Chad’s eyes were closed, shivers still running down his body. His breath was coming fast and shallow.
Jeff tensed. Fuck, had he hurt Chad? “Sweetheart?” He shifted his weight back, off the smaller man.
Chad’s arms slid around him, holding him close, pulling him back down. “’m fine.”
“Okay,” Jeff relaxed, rolled them over so he could pet Chad’s back, holding him close. “So fucking beautiful.”
Chad pressed his face against Jeff’s throat, but Jeff could feel his lips curl into a smile against his skin.
“Thank you,” Jeff murmured softly. “For trusting me like that.”
Chad lifted his head enough to kiss Jeff’s jaw. “Thank you, for putting up with me.”
“You’re worth it.”
Chad squirmed back, and Jeff cursed silently. Fuck. Too much, too fast. Dammit. He still hadn’t learned his lesson.
Then, Chad looked at him, fingers brushing over his cheek and smiled, kissing him lightly. “Thank you.”
Jeff relaxed, smiling back. “So, how do you feel about ice skating?”
“Dude, I like hockey. I love it. Why?”
“Well, there’s the rink by Rockefeller. I was thinking since it’s Christmas, and I’m in New York, I should at least be able to say that I skated there.”
“Do you skate?”
“Nope.” Jeff chuckled. “But I fall real well.”
“Nah. I’ll teach you,” Chad promised.
Jeff smiled. “Haven’t you ever heard that you can’t teach and old dog new tricks?”
“I don’t see any old dogs here.” Chad kissed him lightly. “Um. Jeff?”
“Yeah?”
“Uh. Iloveyou,” he blurted in a rush.
Jeff stared for a moment, mentally translating what Chad had just said. Then, he opened his mouth, only to find a finger on his lips.
“You don’t have to say anything. I just. I wanted you to know. I really…yeah.”
Jeff kissed Chad’s finger, and turned his head away from it, bending to kiss him hard. “I love you, too. Have for a while, but I didn’t want to spook you.”
“Really?” Chad ducked his head. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Really.” Jeff smiled as Chad’s arms slid around his neck, pulling him close. “Don’t sound so surprised, sweetheart.”
Chad hugged him tighter. “Bite me, Morgan.”
Jeff rumbled a laugh. “Did that. Sorry, think you’ll be wearing my mark for a few days.”
Long legs stretched, a hand coming up to touch the small bruise. “I kind of like that.”
“Mm. Do you, now,” Jeff purred. “Like knowing that you belong to me?”
Chad shivered a little. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah. I like that.”
“Good,” Jeff smiled, stroking Chad’s cheek. This was shaping up to be a fun few days in the Big Apple.
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Date: 2007-04-22 04:56 pm (UTC)