[James + Chase] Not-For-Young-Eyes

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Chase hissed at the sudden push, but he gasped with pleasure at the touch, helping to loosen his jeans, but knowing that there was no way he'd just be on the receiving end.

He tipped his head to the other side, another furious kiss landed -- maybe there was something to the hate fueling passion theory.

He worked fervently on working his fingers down James' pants, trying to yank them open in his urgency.

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Not one to stand on ceremony, the moment James had Chase's pants pulled open he'd shoved his hand down them, seeking the erection he knew had to be there. He wasn't disappointed, and smiled against the other man's lips, self-satisfied as he gave Chase one long, languid tug.

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Chase moaned, exhaling a soft, 'fuck' at the touch, desperate as he pushed his own hand, seeking out James' erection and wrapping his hand around it -- fingers slightly calloused lately from lack of an easy life.

He tipped his chin up to capture another slow burn of a kiss as he flicked his thumb against the head, fingers dragging down his cock in a slow stroke.

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A loud moan caught in James throat, and he pressed closer to Chase, needful. His mouth shifted to the Chase's neck, teeth dragging across tanned flesh before his tongue followed. Oh, he was going to leave a mark. He'd be damned if he didn't.

The fingers of his free hand curled into blonde hair, and James pressed his mouth against Chase's ear, breathing hot against it. "I'm going to fuck you," he growled, because he wanted the doctor to know exactly what was coming, and he wanted him to want it.

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Josh, his mind cried out plaintively. Chase closed his eyes, so desperate and hard, his rationality on the fritz.

"Yeah?" he challenged, voice low and rough. "So do it already."

All he could think about was relief, he needed it, god so much, and Jay wasn't there. Not then. Not when he needed it before he went mad.

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That was all the encouragement James needed. He smirked against Chase's earlobe and then drew back just enough to grasp the other man by the shoulders and turn him to face the counter. His thumbs hooked into either side of Chase's waistband and hauled his trousers down as James breathed hot at the back of his ear.

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What thrilled him almost most of all was the giving himself over, not having to be in control. He braced himself on the counter, eyes shut as he exhaled shakily, glad it would be hot and quick because he couldn't last much longer.

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James jerked Chase back by the hips, immediately grasping hold of his erection and positioning himself. Chase wanted it, oh he did, and James knew that, and perhaps for that reason wanted it even more himself. Cocky blonde bastard. He'd know who was in charge now.

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"Well?" Chase's voice was terse, almost snappy. "Did you change your mind?" His whole body felt about to erupt. Volcano day.

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Ordinarily, James would have stopped then. Would have made him wait, just for spite. Just to hear him beg. However, he himself wasn't much better off, and so instead he pushed forward with a rough jerk, not bothering even with spit and not caring.

"Fuck," he coughed, his forehead falling to rest against Chase's shoulder.

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Chase hissed at the feel and the burn, but his hips rocked him back into it and the sound he made was more of a yelp than anything. "God," he gasped.