Fic: So Good it Hurts (Chase/Foreman)
Title: So Good it Hurts
Author:Merlin7/Clarkangel
Disclaimer: Man, I WISH they were mine
Rating: NC17. Pure smut for the sake of smut.
Pairing: Chase/Foreman
Summary: Foreman figures Chase is into kinky stuff, but instead he gets to play with virgin territory
SO GOOD IT HURTS
Foreman studied Chase for a moment, from where he stood in the doorway of the conference room. The Australian was sitting at the table, relaxed back in his chair, feet up on another chair, head bent as he worked a crossword puzzle. He was biting on the tip of his pencil, expression otherwise mostly hidden by the fall of his bangs over his eyes. Chase needed a haircut, which was nothing new.
Moving over to the table, Foreman sat down across from him and said, "So you like bondage." He made it a statement rather than a question.
"Excuse me?" The pencil left Chase's mouth as it fell from suddenly clumsy fingers.
"I said, so you like bondage." Foreman knew he didn't need to repeat himself, but he liked seeing Chase's reaction.
Chase was glaring at him at the moment. "What the hell makes you think that?" he countered, sounding annoyed.
Foreman shrugged. "You know. Your bank lady friend. The one that liked being burned."
"She was in to pain, it's not the same thing," Chase replied.
"Sure it is," Foreman insisted. "It's part of S & M and that also tends to involve bondage. Bet you'd look amazing spread out on a bed, bound to the headboard, all naked and helpless and vulnerable."
Chase's eyes went wide and his feet hit the floor. Then he was standing up and striding over to House's office. Which was empty. "So where's the microphone?" he demanded, moving to confront Foreman. "Or are you using video?"
Foreman frowned at him. "What are you talking about?"
"House set you up to this asinine conversation, didn't he?" Chase looked flustered, irritated and barely eighteen with his mussed shirt and now wildly mussed hair as he tried to comb the golden strands off his face and lost the battle.
"House left for the day," Foreman replied. "If he'd set me up for anything involving messing with you, you know he'd stick around to see it in person."
Chase seemed to contemplate the truth of that a moment, then demanded. "So why are you messing with me then? Bored? Because if that's the case, go mess with Cameron."
Foreman chuckled. "She left too. Which makes me wonder, why are you still sticking around?"
"Waiting on test results," Chase replied, moving back to his chair and his puzzle book. "Why are you still here?"
"So, have you been tied up before?" Foreman asked, totally ignoring Chase's question. Although, he was answering it in his own way. Just not how the Australian might have expected.
Chase closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking a bit like he might have a headache. "I'm really not in the mood for this," he stated.
Foreman got up and moved behind Chase's chair. He leaned down, gripping Chase by the shoulders to hold him still, before whisping in his ear, "Bet I could get you in the mood."
"Back off," Chase warned through gritted teeth, as he tried to shrug Foreman's hands off him.
"You scared?" Foreman countered, tightening his grip and feeling Chase tense up. "I won't hurt you...much."
Chase made a point of heaving a dramatic sigh. "I can give you directions to a place where you can overdose on kink if that's your thing," he stated. "Now back off. I have to check on the test results."
Foreman backed up, letting Chase stand. But he didn't move far so the Australian was forced to step around him and when he did so, Foreman gripped a handful of firm ass and squeezed. The yelp Chase made zinged straight to Foreman's cock, making it twitch into hardness. He wanted to make Chase yelp like that in bed. Yelp and whimper and moan and beg.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Chase demanded, turning to glare at Foreman. And one hand hovered over his backside, as if he wanted to rub it.
"I'm horny," Foreman replied, deciding that honesty was going to be the best policy here. Especially if he was going to get Chase into his bed, and he fully intended to do just that.
An expression of disbelief filtered across Chase's pretty face. His mouth opened as if to reply, but then he snapped it closed and stalked towards the door.
Foreman was on his heels, gripping Chase by the shoulder and pulling him back around. Then he was pushing him against the glass door, dark fingers sliding into soft, golden hair before he bent his head and claimed the pouty mouth that was just begging to be kissed.
There was a brief struggle as Chase tried to pull away from Foreman's mouth, but Foreman was determined. He tightened his fingers into a fist in Chase's hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, which stopped his head from moving so he could plunge his tongue into the sweet mouth. But that's when Chase started struggling in earnest, his hands going to Foreman's shoulders in an attempt to push him away. So Foreman used his heavier weight to his advantage, pushing hard against Chase to pin him to the door, then he used his free hand to grip a wayward wrist, hard, while shoving one knee between Chase's legs. The move set the blond off-balance which helped Foreman get control over him, and once he snugged his leg up and let his thigh push against Chase's crotch, the intensivist went still as if he were suddenly frozen.
Pulling back from kissing Chase, Foreman eyed the pink and swollen mouth for a moment before leaning in to whisper in Chase's ear, "I want to tie you up and fuck you." He felt the full body shudder that went through Chase and grinned. Just the reaction he was hoping for. "You're place or mine?" He was planning on his since he had everything set up for it. Leather cuffs already attached to his headboard and lube in the bedtable drawer along with condoms. Although he was rather hoping to go bareback with Chase. He was positive they were both clean and he wanted to feel everything as well as see his come leaking from the Aussie's tight ass. An ass Foreman had studied every chance he got, and he got alot of chances since his co-worker seemed to favor form fitting jeans at work. Even if most of the colors he chose were horrific.
"N-nooo.." Chase stuttered, taking a while before replying to Foreman's question. He looked shell-shocked, his eyes glazed and a flush staining his cheeks.
"No?" Foreman echoed, pressing his thigh into Chase's crotch, hoping for a positive reaction.
Chase tried shaking his head, apparently forgetting about Foreman's fingers in his hair. "I..I'm not...not gay."
Foreman shrugged at that. "Me either. I'm Bi, and you can't tell me with all the invitations and offers you had from guys that you've never been curious."
"Curious..yes. But..I never..." Chase flushed as he spoke, his eyes closing tight.
"Not even a hand job or s circle jerk?" Foreman interjected, both surprised and turned on. Turned on because he hadn't expected to be Chase's first man. But the thought of exploring virgin territory, so to speak, was an incredible turn on. To the point where Foreman's already aching cock was now rock solid in his pants.
Biting his bottom lip and looking a little ashamed, Chase shook his head. "No," he whispered.
Foreman stepped back, nodding. "We'll have to educate you then, man." He was grinning from ear to ear. "So tell me this. You dated a woman into kinks. You have been tied up before, right?"
"Once." Chase almost stuttered over the word. He had flushed to a pretty pink and was staring at his shoes as he continued. "Look...I went out with the banker because I was curious. Bottom line, most of her friends were too kinky for me. Rough sex was...is...fun, but I'm really not into pain for the sake of pain."
"Me either," Foreman replied, and that brought Chase's head up. With his eyes wide and bright and his features flushed rosy, he was more beautiful than any man had a right to be and it about took Foreman's breath away. If he hadn't been so determined to make sure Chase enjoyed his first time being fucked, he would have just bent the Aussie over a chair and screwed his luscious ass right here and right now. But he wanted Chase to want to do this again. And again and again and again. So he had to take it slow and ease the blond into it. But that didn't mean he could resist stealing another kiss from the pouty lips. He was pleased when Chase kissed him back this time, without hesitation.
Chase was also the one to pull back first. "Are you serious about this? About...you know..."
Foreman nodded. "Very serious. I want to tie you up, make you scream my name as you come, then fuck you until you beg for mercy. In a good way."
"I won't scream your name," Chase countered. He still looked a bit tense, but there was an almost smirk curving his mouth.
"We'll see about that," Foreman replied, feeling positive he could get Chase to scream and beg and then some. After all, it hadn't really taken much to seduce him into his bed. Not that he was there yet, but he seemed willing. Which meant leaving now and getting to Foreman's apartment. "Let's go, I'll drive."
Chase shook his head. "I have to get those test results and do a check on the patient. Give me directions and I'll be there in about an hour."
Foreman narrowed his gaze at Chase, wondering if the Aussie was just playing him. But he saw sincerity, as well as a flicker of lust in the blue-green gaze. He was positive Chase would show up. Grabbing his wallet, Foreman pulled out a small card and handed it over.
"You have business cards?" Chase said in disbelief, as he gazed at the tiny scrap in his hand.
"Makes it easier," Foreman replied, shrugging it off.
Chase snorted. "For what? Booty calls?" But he didn't seem to expect a reply as he pocketed the card and breezed out the door.
Foreman watched him go, then he collected his gear and headed out himself. He wanted to make sure everything was ready for Chase's arrival.
OoO
Foreman was getting antsy. It was pushing an hour and a half and Chase hadn't shown up yet. In fact, Foreman was about ready to pull his coat on and go in search of the Aussie, when his doorbell rang. Telling himself to be calm and cool, Foreman opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a damp and glowing Chase. "You changed," Foreman said, stating the obvious. Because instead of his work pants, dress shirt and tie, Chase was wearing worn blue jeans that fit him like a glove, a pullover in a maroon color, and a brown leather jacket. Foreman had never seen him dressed so casually before.
Chase flushed a bit and nodded. "Yeah...I decided to run home and shower first. Seemed like the thing to do. You know? So...that's why I'm late." It all came out in an embarrassed rush.
"That's cool." Foreman had showered too and was wearing sweat bottoms and a tee-shirt, nothing more. He wanted easy access to naked. Although taking his time undressing Chase was going to be fun. Watching those worn jeans slide down the strong legs was the stuff pornographic dreams were made of and Foreman could feel himself getting hard just at the visual.
"Can I come in?" Chase asked.
The question startled Foreman out of his reverie, and he stepped back, hoping Chase didn't notice the way his sweat pants were tenting. "Yeah, come in," he invited. He closed the door behind Chase. Closed it and locked it.
Chase didn't seem interested in the apartment, his full attention was on Foreman's groin and he was grinning. "Happy to see me?"
"Asshole," Foreman shot back, feeling himself relax a bit more. It was obvious that Chase wanted to be here, he wouldn't be taunting Foreman if he didn't. Which made things all the better. Foreman wanted to focus his attention of making Chase whimper and scream and beg. Now that he didn't to worry about seducing the Aussie into his bed, he was able to chill and enjoy the moment.
"Got anything to drink?" Chase asked suddenly.
Foreman was surprised by the question, but nodded. "Beer, wine or something stronger?"
Chase appeared to be considering a moment, then he replied, "Wine, if it's red."
"I have red, white and blush," Foreman answered, sweeping past Chase on his way to the kitchen and making a point of brushing one hand along the curve of Chase's ass along the way. The hissing sound the Aussie made was very satisfying. Once in the kitchen, Foreman went to his wine rack and pulled out a green bottle. He grabbed the cork screw and a moment later he was pouring them both half a glass of wine."
"You're stingy," Chase teased, as he accepted his glass.
Foreman smirked at him. "I want you sober when I fuck you." That got a nice reaction, as Chase's pretty eyes went wide and a bit glazed. Foreman watched the Aussie take a long drink of his wine, then he couldn't help himself. He had to step into Chase, tangle in his fingers in the soft hair and kiss him. Plunging his tongue into Chase's mouth, Foreman swept up the sweet taste of the wine from every corner of hot mouth. He was pleased when Chase tasted him back with equal measure. Soon they were both panting. "Done with your wine?" Foreman asked, plucking the glass out of Chase's hand before he could reply. He set both glasses on the counter, then he grabbed Chase by the arm and hauled him into his bedroom.
Chase stood in the middle of the room, staring at the huge bed. His eyes seemed focused on the headboard.
"The cuffs are ready," Foreman confirmed, moving over to the bed and sweeping the comforter onto the floor.
"You were...um...serious, about tying me up." Chase sounded a bit uncertain now.
Foreman moved to face him, letting the desire he felt wash over Chase in obvious waves. "Never more serious in my life. I'm not going to hurt you, man. I'm just going to make you feel good."
Chase nodded, swallowing hard and forcing a smile. "Yeah...I know," he replied.
"Take your jacket off," Foreman ordered. He watched Chase obey him and that gave him a bit of a thrill right there. "You look good in jeans." No harm in giving compliments, especially when they were well deserved. There were alot of things about Chase that Foreman either didn't like or didn't respect, but when it came to appearances, the Aussie was hands down the most beautiful man he had ever seen. And Foreman had never had the pleasure of fucking anyone this gorgeous, male or female.
"This is..weird," Chase said, looking everywhere but at Foreman.
Watching Chase flush a rosy-pink made Foreman smile. He liked knowing he was making the younger man uncomfortable. He liked the idea that Chase was flustered by all of this. It turned him on way more than it should have. "Just relax and let yourself enjoy what happens," Foreman encouraged him, even as he moved to Chase and kissed him again. A slow, licking his way into Chase's mouth, kinda kiss. Messy and hot and made all the more so when Chase got a bit aggressive, his hands gripping Foreman's head as he forced the angle of the kiss into something more sensual. Foreman's cock liked this side of Chase. It liked the idea of controlling Chase when he was like this.
Chase was the one to break the kiss, stumbling back and pressing a hand to his swollen lips and looking as stunned as if someone had slapped him. He was panting a bit and shaking his head now as he whispered, "I...I think I need a drink."
"No, you don't," Foreman said firmly. He didn't want Chase drunk when this happened. He wanted them both fully aware of what they were doing. This was all about consensual fucking. He moved to Chase and tugged on the pullover he was wearing. "Let's get you naked then I'll help you relax."
"Funny," Chase shot back, not looking the least bit amused, but he did raise his arms and help Foreman pull his shirt off.
Foreman let himself study the chest revealed to him. Chase had a good build, a swimmers build. Toned without the bulk. Leaning in he lowered his head and bit one of the flat nipples, making Chase gasp and shudder, then he lifted his head and started sucking on Chase's collarbone while he worked on the belt of his jeans. He was quick and precise and it wasn't long before he had a hand inside Chase's boxers, stroking him. It was gratifying to feel Chase twitch and harden in his hand. Foreman wasn't surprised by how thick Chase was, he'd seen evidence of what to expect revealed whenever Chase wore jeans. Hell, sometimes even when he wore his loose khaki's. The Aussie was well endowed.
Wrapping his free arm around Chase's slim waist, Foreman lifted his mouth to the blonde's ear. "Kick your shoes off," he instructed, before sucking on Chase's earlobe. He supported him while his order was obeyed, then Foreman licked a stripe down Chase's throat before backing up so he could strip him the rest of the way. Jeans, boxers and socks were soon strewn across the floor and Foreman let himself admire the strong legs and thick, jutting, cock that just beggged for attention.
"Foreman," Chase said, and it could have been a plea or a warning. Either way, Chase was trembling beneath the intensity of the gaze upon him.
"Lie down on your back," Foreman instructed, even as he moved behind Chase to nudge him towards the bed. Which gave him a great view of the Aussie's firm ass. Too bad his damn lab coat always hid it. Foreman found himself resisting the urge to shove Chase face down on the bed so he could bite the taut, muscled, globes. He made a mental note to introduce Chase to the joys of rimming in the very near future.
Chase moved a bit jerkily, but soon he was lying down on his back, staring at Foreman with huge eyes glittering with something that was hard to define. Fear and lust? Or maybe just uncertainty. He watched Foreman crawl over him then said, "I'd be more comfortable if you were naked too."
Foreman chuckled. "I'll get there," he promised, before leaning in to kiss Chase again. He could get used to doing that. Chase's full mouth was as soft as a woman's yet firmer, and the boy knew how to kiss. At the same time, Foreman made the kiss a distraction while he gripped Chase by the wrists and pulled them over his head. He felt Chase stiffen. Obviously he knew what was coming. So Foreman nipped his way down Chase's body, taking a moment to suck the tip of Chase's cock into his mouth. He'd gone a bit soft but Foreman took care of that.
"Relax, this is going to be good," Foreman said, as he kissed his way back up to Chase's mouth.
"Easy for you to say," Chase replied, but he made a visible effort to relax.
Shifting over him, so he could sit on his heels, Foreman smiled at Chase. "I'm going to cuff you now. Okay?"
A frown appeared, which was perilously close to a pout, which made Chase look ridiculously young. Not that he didn't always look too young anyway. But after a moment he gave a shaky nod. "Okay."
"I'm going to make you feel amazing," Foreman promised, as he reached out and gripped Chase by the right arm. A moment later he had the wrist securely cuffed.
"You're one arrogant bastard," Chase stated, sounding a bit amused but mostly uncertain as he watched his left arm being cuffed.
Foreman grinned. "It's not arrogance when you deliver the goods promised," he drawled, then he slid off the bed so he could enjoy his handywork. Chase looked good. Spread out and naked. His body perfect and pale and enticing. That he was pulling on the cuffs and looking a bit nervous just made it that much better. It made Foreman go hard as a rock and he had to fight the urge to simply crawl between Chase's strong legs and fuck him raw. Damn the man for being so beautiful and vulnerable and sexy all at the same time.
Chase made a face, then he was tugging at the restraints and starting to look a unsettled. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea," he stated, not making eye contact with Foreman.
"It's a great idea," Foreman countered, as he stripped off his sweat pants and tee. Now he was naked too and aching, his cock hard and almost begging for attention. "So...you've never been fucked, never had a blow job or a hand job?" He asked the questions as he crawled back on the bed and over Chase's perfect body.
"Never," Chase replied, trembling a bit as Foreman's hands moved over his chest.
Tweaking Chase's flat nipples, Foreman liked the shudder he got in reaction. He smiled at Chase, tangling his fingers in the soft hair again, holding Chase so he could kiss him properly. When they were both breathless he pulled back and dropped a bomb on the Aussie. "I want you to suck my cock." The way Chase's eyes widened was almost amusing. They got as big as saucers, almost literally.
Tugging on the restraints again, although with enough effort to abrade his skin this time, Chase shook his head. "No. I don't think I can do that. This was a bad idea, Foreman. Let me out of these things!" The words all came out in a rush and Chase looked panicked.
"Take it easy," Foreman countered, gripping Chase's face in both hands and licking his lower lip. He then dropped kisses on the corner of his soft mouth and kept it up until he felt the tense body beneath him relax a bit. Then he moved the kisses lower, shifting over Chase until he was back between the strong legs. Foreman looked Chase in the eye, seeing a glimmer of what might have been fear, before bending his head to take the tip of Chase's cock into his mouth. He heard Chase gasp and the slim body went stiff. Foreman gripped the base of Chase's cock and started pulling up, stroking him even as sucked on the head. Warm suction for a moment, then he teased the tiny slit with his tongue and he was pleased when he felt Chase harden in his hand. Not completely hard, but it was encouraging. He sucked and stroked until Chase was fully hard, then he lifted his head and the whimper that escaped the Aussie was music to Foreman's ears.
Leaning up over Chase, so they were eye to eye, Foreman whispered, "Nice, isn't it?"
Chase closed his eyes, body shuddering because Foreman was still stroking him. "I..I think I hate you!" Chase blurted out, but it sounded too breathy to be a complaint.
"Look at me, Chase," Foreman demanded, and he stopped stroking Chase's cock until he was obeyed. Blue-green eyes were a bit glazed and unfocused, but at least they were settled on Foreman. "I want to feel that gorgeous mouth of yours on my cock," he stated. "I just showed you how good it feels, so how about returning the favor."
"You have to release me," Chase countered, and his eyes narrowed a bit.
Foreman realized that Chase was trying to get out of being bound. No doubt because he was feeling way out of his league, which would make him feel like he had no control over any of this. Which he didn't, and Foreman wasn't going to change the rules now. He wanted Chase to be helpless. Vulnerability was a good look on the Aussie and Foreman wanted to push the limits with him, only because he was positive Chase was unbreakable. The man would bend before he broke, so Foreman felt he could take this to the limit and he wanted so bad it hurt.
"You don't need your hands free to suck me," he pointed out, even as he shifted back over Chase's chest. "Just try it, that's all I'm asking," Foreman continued, when it looked like Chase was going to refuse him.
There was a long moment of silence from Chase, as he shifted his body and tugged at the restraints, then he blinked a few times before focusing his gaze, rather obviously, on Foreman's erection.
Foreman watched as Chase's tongue snaked out, the tip nervously wetting the full lips, and that made him harden just a little bit more. Which should have been impossible at this point but, apparently, wasn't. He gripped the base of his cock and squeezed. If he wasn't careful, he was going to come right here and now, missing the chance to fuck Chase. No way in hell was he going to let that happen.
"Okay," Chase whispered, eyes still locked on Foreman's cock. "I...I'll try it."
"Okay," Foreman echoed. He released himself and shifted forward until his knees were about wedged under Chase's armpits. Then he gripped himself again and pressed the tip of his cock against those sweet lips. He whimpered when warm wetness lapped at the head of his cock. Chase was teasing him with his tongue. Not so much intentionally as it was obvious he was hesitant because he was uncertain. "Do whatever you think you'd like," Foreman advised him, then he was choking back a gasp as he was sucked into wet heat.
Chase was a fast learner, if a hesitant one. But Foreman was so ready for anything that it felt fantastic the way Chase sucked on his swollen head. Foreman had figured Chase would be good at this, given his oral fixation and all. And he wasn't wrong. Chase was a novice, but he was good enough that Foreman had to pull back sooner than he would have liked.
"Did I do it wrong?" Chase looked worried as he watched Foreman shift back down his body.
"No...you did good." Foreman was panting a bit, trying to get himself back under control. "All that--" he began, only to be cut off by Chase.
"Don't you dare make any mention of my oral fixation!" Indignation colored Chase's tone, deepening his accent a bit.
Foreman chuckled at that, feeling himself relax a bit as he gained control over himself. He leaned over to grab the lube and uncapped it, liberally slicking his fingers. "You ready for this?"
Chase grimaced. "No, not really."
"I'm going to make it good for you," Foreman promised, even as he gripped Chase's cock, which had softened a bit, and stroked it back to hardness. Smiling, Foreman bent and took the head into his mouth, alternately sucking on it soft and hard until Chase was moaning. When the slim hips started hitching to match Foreman's rythmn, he stopped.
"Bugger!" Chase snarled, looking wide-eyed and a bit wild. His body was trembling and he was pulling on the restraints.
Foreman studied him a moment, enjoying the view. Chase was flushed, his hair mussed yet still somehow perfect and his eyes were glazed with lust. "Beautiful..." he whispered, then he moved to slide a slick finger between the taut buttocks.
Chase went still. "Wait!" he demanded.
But Foreman had found the puckered opening he was searching for, and he pressed in to the first knuckle. "Relax," he ordered. "I'm going to give you the blow job of a lifetime. You just need to trust me."
"Right...trust you," Chase mumbled, not looking convinced. But he made a forcible effort to relax.
"That's it." Foreman was able to press one finger all the way in. He then leaned over to kiss Chase, hoping to distract him while he searched for that special spot and...yep, he found it. He could tell by the way Chase gasped into his mouth and the slim hips jerked. Foreman kept stroking over that spot. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
Chase was panting a bit, but managed to nod and whispered, "Not...not so bad."
That didn't really need a response, so Foreman eased back down so he could take Chase into his mouth again. He sucked the head into his mouth and suckled for a moment, distracting Chase enough to get another finger inside him. Then he alternately stretched Chase, stroked him and sucked him into the back of his throat until the Aussie was thrashing and moaning. Foreman wished he could stop and watch Chase as he came, but he was too busy swallowing the cum that was suddenly spurting into his mouth. He didn't stop stroking Chase's prostate even as he felt the muscled walls clenching tight on his fingers. He stroked him through the after math, loving the way Chase moaned and twitched and only when the cock in his mouth was fully soft did Foreman let it slide out. He pulled his fingers out of Chase then moved up over him again.
"Fuck..." Chase mumbled, eyes slitted as he tried to focus on Foreman who was looming above him.
"Told you it was going to be the blowjob of a lifetime." Foreman knew he looked smug and he figured he had a right to.
Chase almost laughed at that. "You're one arrogant bastard," he drawled, his accent sounding a bit slurred.
Foreman's reply was to kiss him, making Chase taste himself. He encountered a bit of resistance at first, Chase not wanting to give him entrance to his mouth, but after a few nibbles at the swollen lips, Foreman was able to slip his tongue inside and then Chase was kissing him back, almost frantically.
"I'm going to fuck you now." Foreman breathed the announcement against Chase's lips. He pulled back and saw a glimmer of fear in the pretty eyes, but he knew Chase wouldn't back out on him now. He was counting on it. "It won't hurt for long," Foreman promised. He didn't have to pretend it wouldn't. Chase was a doctor so he knew the facts.
"Could you...um...I...I'd like you to untie me," Chase requested. He tugged at the restraints and gave Foreman his best puppy dog eyes.
It was a good look on Chase, and a part of Foreman wanted to relent, but he shook his head. "I want it like this. It'll be okay."
Looking a bit spooked, Chase held Foreman's gaze for a moment then nodded. "Okay."
Reaching for the lube again, Foreman slicked his aching cock then moved into position between Chase's legs. He realized at that moment that Chase hadn't cried out during his release. He had whimpered and moaned and shuddered, but no screaming. Foreman wanted to make it happen.
Letting his hands glide over Chase's strong thighs, he let his grip slide down to the firm calves then he lifted both legs over his broad shoulders. "Just relax as much as you can," he instructed, as he lined himself up. Then he hitched his hips forward and pushed in hard.
Chase stiffened the moment he was breeched, head rolling on the pillow even as he tried to pull away. "No..no..wait!"
"Chase!" Foreman waited till the Aussie was looking at him to continue. "I promised I'd make you feel good and I meant it. Just trust me." He knew that Chase was feeling spread open and vulnerable. Foreman knew exactly what it felt like to be in Chase's position. He'd been fucked for the first time at nineteen and hadn't done that again since. But he had been glad for the experience. It had opened his eyes to his own bi-sexuality, and to the fact that he liked to be on top. Always in control. The interesting thing he had learned was that it actually took more courage and strength to be a bottom. Foreman knew Chase had the strength and the courage needed. All he had to do was get past the trust issues.
"Do it." Chase almost spit out the words as he closed his eyes.
Foreman felt him make the effort to relax. He hitched forward again and suddenly he was halfway in. He stopped when he felt Chase shudder, but the Aussie didn't make a sound. After a moment the constrictive vice of muscle around his cock relaxed and Foreman pushed in again. He kept hitching forward until he was all the way inside Chase, then he went still. Or rather, as still as he could given the way his straining muscles were trembling. Right this minute, all Foreman wanted to do was brace himself and slam into Chase as hard as he could. But he had a promise to keep first.
A shuddery sigh escaped Chase as Foreman shifted position. His eyes flew open as Foreman pulled out slowly then eased back in. The third time that happened he whimpered.
Smiling, Foreman shifted again, knowing he was angled just about right. Two more thrusts and Chase bit back a moan. Foreman watched as Chase tugged on his restraints, fingers curling into fists. He could feel the way Chase was holding back, so he pushed in harder this time, and he had to grip Chase by the hips, hard, to stop from slipping out when the slim body shuddered in reaction. But Foreman wanted sound effects. He eased back and slid in slow and purposefully and this time when Chase shuddered, Foreman started doing small thrusts, barely moving, rubbing over Chase's hot spot until Chase couldn't hold back a moan.
"Fuck...fuck!" Chase was yanking on the restraints now, head rolling from side to side on the pillow, his breathing more like gutteral pants, his thighs quivering over Foreman's shoulders.
"You were made for this," Foreman whispered, suddenly going still. He wanted Chase to beg for more. He watched the blue-green eyes fly open and glare at him.
After a momentary stare off, Chase began squirming. "Move dammit!" he hissed.
But Foreman remained still, feeling a hot sweat break out over his skin. It was torture holding still when he was so close to coming. But if Chase refused to scream for him, then he was damn well going to beg.
"Please..." the whispered plea came after the longest sixty seconds in history.
Foreman felt like weeping as he gave in and began to move. He kept the angle for a time, loving the whimpers that forced their way out of Chase's mouth. But then he was too close and he couldn't wait any longer. Gripping Chase's hips, Foreman braced himself and began to move. Long, strong, solid thrusts in and out, gaining momentum with each one until he was pistonining his hips. Then he felt the tingle in the base of his spine. He felt his balls drawing up tight and hard. When his release came he bellowed. More sound than words as he flooded Chase with spurt after spurt of come. Then he was slumping over the other man, spent and shaken and feeling better than he had in a long time. All sex was good, but this had been incredible. Sex for the sake of sex was better than anything else.
"Oh God!" Chase sounded horrified and he began squirming under Foreman. "Get off! OFF!"
"What the hell?" Foreman pushed himself up, feeling his arm muscles quiver, feeling Chase flinch as he pulled out. Then he looked at Chase and he saw panic in the wide eyes staring up at him. "What's wrong?"
Chase was shaking. "You didn't use a condom!"
Foreman blinked at him. "I know."
"You didn't use a condom!" Chase repeated, speaking louder yet more slowly, as if talking to a small and not very bright child.
It hit Foreman what was wrong. "Chill out, man. I'm clean and I'm betting you are too."
Chase glared at him. "Hell of a thing to bet on!"
"You saying you arent' clean?" Foreman countered, and he felt a twitch of concern.
"Of course I'm clean!" Chase snapped. "That's not the point!"
Foreman felt himself relaxing. "Then what is the point. It's not like you can get pregnant!" He laughed at his own comment, but realized Chase wasn't amused. Heaving a sigh, Foreman got to his knees then moved to release Chase from the cuffs. "It's cool, man. Just relax."
Chase sat up the moment he was free, rubbing at his wrists and looking suddenly lost and more than a little bit vulnerable.
"You okay?" Foreman asked, wondering if maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all.
"I'm good," Chase replied, without hesitation. "Just...I feel a bit awkward now. I mean...we work together but you just fucked me."
Foreman grinned at him. "That I did, and it was good, wasn't it?"
Chase rolled his eyes at him. "I'm not going to feed your ego, Foreman. My point is that it's going to be awkward now. At work."
"Doesn't have to be." Foreman slid off the bed and stretched, feeling a bit achy and totally relaxed. All he needed now was a shower and bed. "It's just sex, Chase. You managed to sleep with Cameron and still work with her."
"That was different." Chase slid off the bed too and headed for his clothes. He stopped when Foreman grabbed him by the arm. "What?"
Tugging Chase into the bathroom, Foreman continued the conversation as he turned on the shower. "You'll get used to it," he promised.
Chase stared at him in disbelief. "You don't think we're going to do this again, do you?"
"Hell yeah!" Foreman replied. He checked the water temperature and it was perfect, so he nudged Chase into the shower. "Tell me you didn't enjoy it," he challenged, as he watched Chase getting soaked by the water. He looked as good wet as he did dry. Maybe even better.
"I don't know how I feel about it," Chase confessed. He let himself be turned around but flinched a bit when Foreman ran soapy hands over his back. But he relaxed when strong hands began kneading his shoulders.
Foreman leaned into Chase's back and nipped at one earlobe. "Be honest with both of us. Was it good or not?"
Chase sighed, then he tilted his head back as he leaned into Foreman's touch. "It was good, but that doesn't mean we should do it again. It was good with Cameron too."
"Now that's an entirely different scenario. You're not attracted to me and I'm not pining after House," Foreman teased. He nudged Chase off him so he could reach for the shampoo. He lathered the blond hair then massaged the Aussie's scalp, loving the moan of pleasure that escaped Chase.
"So you're saying this is just sex for the sake of sex and we should keep doing it simply because it's good?" Chase moved under the shower spray to rinse his hair and when he was done he locked eyes with Foreman, waiting for a reply.
Foreman shrugged. "I'm saying it feels good and I want to do it again. It's that simple."
Chase just looked at him for a moment then he stepped into Foreman's personal space, hands lifting to cup the dark face. Smiling a bit, Chase leaned in and kissed him.
As he responded, his own fingers sliding into wet, blond hair, Foreman figured that the way Chase was kissing him was Aussie speak for *fuck yeah*.
THE END
Author:Merlin7/Clarkangel
Disclaimer: Man, I WISH they were mine
Rating: NC17. Pure smut for the sake of smut.
Pairing: Chase/Foreman
Summary: Foreman figures Chase is into kinky stuff, but instead he gets to play with virgin territory
SO GOOD IT HURTS
Foreman studied Chase for a moment, from where he stood in the doorway of the conference room. The Australian was sitting at the table, relaxed back in his chair, feet up on another chair, head bent as he worked a crossword puzzle. He was biting on the tip of his pencil, expression otherwise mostly hidden by the fall of his bangs over his eyes. Chase needed a haircut, which was nothing new.
Moving over to the table, Foreman sat down across from him and said, "So you like bondage." He made it a statement rather than a question.
"Excuse me?" The pencil left Chase's mouth as it fell from suddenly clumsy fingers.
"I said, so you like bondage." Foreman knew he didn't need to repeat himself, but he liked seeing Chase's reaction.
Chase was glaring at him at the moment. "What the hell makes you think that?" he countered, sounding annoyed.
Foreman shrugged. "You know. Your bank lady friend. The one that liked being burned."
"She was in to pain, it's not the same thing," Chase replied.
"Sure it is," Foreman insisted. "It's part of S & M and that also tends to involve bondage. Bet you'd look amazing spread out on a bed, bound to the headboard, all naked and helpless and vulnerable."
Chase's eyes went wide and his feet hit the floor. Then he was standing up and striding over to House's office. Which was empty. "So where's the microphone?" he demanded, moving to confront Foreman. "Or are you using video?"
Foreman frowned at him. "What are you talking about?"
"House set you up to this asinine conversation, didn't he?" Chase looked flustered, irritated and barely eighteen with his mussed shirt and now wildly mussed hair as he tried to comb the golden strands off his face and lost the battle.
"House left for the day," Foreman replied. "If he'd set me up for anything involving messing with you, you know he'd stick around to see it in person."
Chase seemed to contemplate the truth of that a moment, then demanded. "So why are you messing with me then? Bored? Because if that's the case, go mess with Cameron."
Foreman chuckled. "She left too. Which makes me wonder, why are you still sticking around?"
"Waiting on test results," Chase replied, moving back to his chair and his puzzle book. "Why are you still here?"
"So, have you been tied up before?" Foreman asked, totally ignoring Chase's question. Although, he was answering it in his own way. Just not how the Australian might have expected.
Chase closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking a bit like he might have a headache. "I'm really not in the mood for this," he stated.
Foreman got up and moved behind Chase's chair. He leaned down, gripping Chase by the shoulders to hold him still, before whisping in his ear, "Bet I could get you in the mood."
"Back off," Chase warned through gritted teeth, as he tried to shrug Foreman's hands off him.
"You scared?" Foreman countered, tightening his grip and feeling Chase tense up. "I won't hurt you...much."
Chase made a point of heaving a dramatic sigh. "I can give you directions to a place where you can overdose on kink if that's your thing," he stated. "Now back off. I have to check on the test results."
Foreman backed up, letting Chase stand. But he didn't move far so the Australian was forced to step around him and when he did so, Foreman gripped a handful of firm ass and squeezed. The yelp Chase made zinged straight to Foreman's cock, making it twitch into hardness. He wanted to make Chase yelp like that in bed. Yelp and whimper and moan and beg.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Chase demanded, turning to glare at Foreman. And one hand hovered over his backside, as if he wanted to rub it.
"I'm horny," Foreman replied, deciding that honesty was going to be the best policy here. Especially if he was going to get Chase into his bed, and he fully intended to do just that.
An expression of disbelief filtered across Chase's pretty face. His mouth opened as if to reply, but then he snapped it closed and stalked towards the door.
Foreman was on his heels, gripping Chase by the shoulder and pulling him back around. Then he was pushing him against the glass door, dark fingers sliding into soft, golden hair before he bent his head and claimed the pouty mouth that was just begging to be kissed.
There was a brief struggle as Chase tried to pull away from Foreman's mouth, but Foreman was determined. He tightened his fingers into a fist in Chase's hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, which stopped his head from moving so he could plunge his tongue into the sweet mouth. But that's when Chase started struggling in earnest, his hands going to Foreman's shoulders in an attempt to push him away. So Foreman used his heavier weight to his advantage, pushing hard against Chase to pin him to the door, then he used his free hand to grip a wayward wrist, hard, while shoving one knee between Chase's legs. The move set the blond off-balance which helped Foreman get control over him, and once he snugged his leg up and let his thigh push against Chase's crotch, the intensivist went still as if he were suddenly frozen.
Pulling back from kissing Chase, Foreman eyed the pink and swollen mouth for a moment before leaning in to whisper in Chase's ear, "I want to tie you up and fuck you." He felt the full body shudder that went through Chase and grinned. Just the reaction he was hoping for. "You're place or mine?" He was planning on his since he had everything set up for it. Leather cuffs already attached to his headboard and lube in the bedtable drawer along with condoms. Although he was rather hoping to go bareback with Chase. He was positive they were both clean and he wanted to feel everything as well as see his come leaking from the Aussie's tight ass. An ass Foreman had studied every chance he got, and he got alot of chances since his co-worker seemed to favor form fitting jeans at work. Even if most of the colors he chose were horrific.
"N-nooo.." Chase stuttered, taking a while before replying to Foreman's question. He looked shell-shocked, his eyes glazed and a flush staining his cheeks.
"No?" Foreman echoed, pressing his thigh into Chase's crotch, hoping for a positive reaction.
Chase tried shaking his head, apparently forgetting about Foreman's fingers in his hair. "I..I'm not...not gay."
Foreman shrugged at that. "Me either. I'm Bi, and you can't tell me with all the invitations and offers you had from guys that you've never been curious."
"Curious..yes. But..I never..." Chase flushed as he spoke, his eyes closing tight.
"Not even a hand job or s circle jerk?" Foreman interjected, both surprised and turned on. Turned on because he hadn't expected to be Chase's first man. But the thought of exploring virgin territory, so to speak, was an incredible turn on. To the point where Foreman's already aching cock was now rock solid in his pants.
Biting his bottom lip and looking a little ashamed, Chase shook his head. "No," he whispered.
Foreman stepped back, nodding. "We'll have to educate you then, man." He was grinning from ear to ear. "So tell me this. You dated a woman into kinks. You have been tied up before, right?"
"Once." Chase almost stuttered over the word. He had flushed to a pretty pink and was staring at his shoes as he continued. "Look...I went out with the banker because I was curious. Bottom line, most of her friends were too kinky for me. Rough sex was...is...fun, but I'm really not into pain for the sake of pain."
"Me either," Foreman replied, and that brought Chase's head up. With his eyes wide and bright and his features flushed rosy, he was more beautiful than any man had a right to be and it about took Foreman's breath away. If he hadn't been so determined to make sure Chase enjoyed his first time being fucked, he would have just bent the Aussie over a chair and screwed his luscious ass right here and right now. But he wanted Chase to want to do this again. And again and again and again. So he had to take it slow and ease the blond into it. But that didn't mean he could resist stealing another kiss from the pouty lips. He was pleased when Chase kissed him back this time, without hesitation.
Chase was also the one to pull back first. "Are you serious about this? About...you know..."
Foreman nodded. "Very serious. I want to tie you up, make you scream my name as you come, then fuck you until you beg for mercy. In a good way."
"I won't scream your name," Chase countered. He still looked a bit tense, but there was an almost smirk curving his mouth.
"We'll see about that," Foreman replied, feeling positive he could get Chase to scream and beg and then some. After all, it hadn't really taken much to seduce him into his bed. Not that he was there yet, but he seemed willing. Which meant leaving now and getting to Foreman's apartment. "Let's go, I'll drive."
Chase shook his head. "I have to get those test results and do a check on the patient. Give me directions and I'll be there in about an hour."
Foreman narrowed his gaze at Chase, wondering if the Aussie was just playing him. But he saw sincerity, as well as a flicker of lust in the blue-green gaze. He was positive Chase would show up. Grabbing his wallet, Foreman pulled out a small card and handed it over.
"You have business cards?" Chase said in disbelief, as he gazed at the tiny scrap in his hand.
"Makes it easier," Foreman replied, shrugging it off.
Chase snorted. "For what? Booty calls?" But he didn't seem to expect a reply as he pocketed the card and breezed out the door.
Foreman watched him go, then he collected his gear and headed out himself. He wanted to make sure everything was ready for Chase's arrival.
OoO
Foreman was getting antsy. It was pushing an hour and a half and Chase hadn't shown up yet. In fact, Foreman was about ready to pull his coat on and go in search of the Aussie, when his doorbell rang. Telling himself to be calm and cool, Foreman opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a damp and glowing Chase. "You changed," Foreman said, stating the obvious. Because instead of his work pants, dress shirt and tie, Chase was wearing worn blue jeans that fit him like a glove, a pullover in a maroon color, and a brown leather jacket. Foreman had never seen him dressed so casually before.
Chase flushed a bit and nodded. "Yeah...I decided to run home and shower first. Seemed like the thing to do. You know? So...that's why I'm late." It all came out in an embarrassed rush.
"That's cool." Foreman had showered too and was wearing sweat bottoms and a tee-shirt, nothing more. He wanted easy access to naked. Although taking his time undressing Chase was going to be fun. Watching those worn jeans slide down the strong legs was the stuff pornographic dreams were made of and Foreman could feel himself getting hard just at the visual.
"Can I come in?" Chase asked.
The question startled Foreman out of his reverie, and he stepped back, hoping Chase didn't notice the way his sweat pants were tenting. "Yeah, come in," he invited. He closed the door behind Chase. Closed it and locked it.
Chase didn't seem interested in the apartment, his full attention was on Foreman's groin and he was grinning. "Happy to see me?"
"Asshole," Foreman shot back, feeling himself relax a bit more. It was obvious that Chase wanted to be here, he wouldn't be taunting Foreman if he didn't. Which made things all the better. Foreman wanted to focus his attention of making Chase whimper and scream and beg. Now that he didn't to worry about seducing the Aussie into his bed, he was able to chill and enjoy the moment.
"Got anything to drink?" Chase asked suddenly.
Foreman was surprised by the question, but nodded. "Beer, wine or something stronger?"
Chase appeared to be considering a moment, then he replied, "Wine, if it's red."
"I have red, white and blush," Foreman answered, sweeping past Chase on his way to the kitchen and making a point of brushing one hand along the curve of Chase's ass along the way. The hissing sound the Aussie made was very satisfying. Once in the kitchen, Foreman went to his wine rack and pulled out a green bottle. He grabbed the cork screw and a moment later he was pouring them both half a glass of wine."
"You're stingy," Chase teased, as he accepted his glass.
Foreman smirked at him. "I want you sober when I fuck you." That got a nice reaction, as Chase's pretty eyes went wide and a bit glazed. Foreman watched the Aussie take a long drink of his wine, then he couldn't help himself. He had to step into Chase, tangle in his fingers in the soft hair and kiss him. Plunging his tongue into Chase's mouth, Foreman swept up the sweet taste of the wine from every corner of hot mouth. He was pleased when Chase tasted him back with equal measure. Soon they were both panting. "Done with your wine?" Foreman asked, plucking the glass out of Chase's hand before he could reply. He set both glasses on the counter, then he grabbed Chase by the arm and hauled him into his bedroom.
Chase stood in the middle of the room, staring at the huge bed. His eyes seemed focused on the headboard.
"The cuffs are ready," Foreman confirmed, moving over to the bed and sweeping the comforter onto the floor.
"You were...um...serious, about tying me up." Chase sounded a bit uncertain now.
Foreman moved to face him, letting the desire he felt wash over Chase in obvious waves. "Never more serious in my life. I'm not going to hurt you, man. I'm just going to make you feel good."
Chase nodded, swallowing hard and forcing a smile. "Yeah...I know," he replied.
"Take your jacket off," Foreman ordered. He watched Chase obey him and that gave him a bit of a thrill right there. "You look good in jeans." No harm in giving compliments, especially when they were well deserved. There were alot of things about Chase that Foreman either didn't like or didn't respect, but when it came to appearances, the Aussie was hands down the most beautiful man he had ever seen. And Foreman had never had the pleasure of fucking anyone this gorgeous, male or female.
"This is..weird," Chase said, looking everywhere but at Foreman.
Watching Chase flush a rosy-pink made Foreman smile. He liked knowing he was making the younger man uncomfortable. He liked the idea that Chase was flustered by all of this. It turned him on way more than it should have. "Just relax and let yourself enjoy what happens," Foreman encouraged him, even as he moved to Chase and kissed him again. A slow, licking his way into Chase's mouth, kinda kiss. Messy and hot and made all the more so when Chase got a bit aggressive, his hands gripping Foreman's head as he forced the angle of the kiss into something more sensual. Foreman's cock liked this side of Chase. It liked the idea of controlling Chase when he was like this.
Chase was the one to break the kiss, stumbling back and pressing a hand to his swollen lips and looking as stunned as if someone had slapped him. He was panting a bit and shaking his head now as he whispered, "I...I think I need a drink."
"No, you don't," Foreman said firmly. He didn't want Chase drunk when this happened. He wanted them both fully aware of what they were doing. This was all about consensual fucking. He moved to Chase and tugged on the pullover he was wearing. "Let's get you naked then I'll help you relax."
"Funny," Chase shot back, not looking the least bit amused, but he did raise his arms and help Foreman pull his shirt off.
Foreman let himself study the chest revealed to him. Chase had a good build, a swimmers build. Toned without the bulk. Leaning in he lowered his head and bit one of the flat nipples, making Chase gasp and shudder, then he lifted his head and started sucking on Chase's collarbone while he worked on the belt of his jeans. He was quick and precise and it wasn't long before he had a hand inside Chase's boxers, stroking him. It was gratifying to feel Chase twitch and harden in his hand. Foreman wasn't surprised by how thick Chase was, he'd seen evidence of what to expect revealed whenever Chase wore jeans. Hell, sometimes even when he wore his loose khaki's. The Aussie was well endowed.
Wrapping his free arm around Chase's slim waist, Foreman lifted his mouth to the blonde's ear. "Kick your shoes off," he instructed, before sucking on Chase's earlobe. He supported him while his order was obeyed, then Foreman licked a stripe down Chase's throat before backing up so he could strip him the rest of the way. Jeans, boxers and socks were soon strewn across the floor and Foreman let himself admire the strong legs and thick, jutting, cock that just beggged for attention.
"Foreman," Chase said, and it could have been a plea or a warning. Either way, Chase was trembling beneath the intensity of the gaze upon him.
"Lie down on your back," Foreman instructed, even as he moved behind Chase to nudge him towards the bed. Which gave him a great view of the Aussie's firm ass. Too bad his damn lab coat always hid it. Foreman found himself resisting the urge to shove Chase face down on the bed so he could bite the taut, muscled, globes. He made a mental note to introduce Chase to the joys of rimming in the very near future.
Chase moved a bit jerkily, but soon he was lying down on his back, staring at Foreman with huge eyes glittering with something that was hard to define. Fear and lust? Or maybe just uncertainty. He watched Foreman crawl over him then said, "I'd be more comfortable if you were naked too."
Foreman chuckled. "I'll get there," he promised, before leaning in to kiss Chase again. He could get used to doing that. Chase's full mouth was as soft as a woman's yet firmer, and the boy knew how to kiss. At the same time, Foreman made the kiss a distraction while he gripped Chase by the wrists and pulled them over his head. He felt Chase stiffen. Obviously he knew what was coming. So Foreman nipped his way down Chase's body, taking a moment to suck the tip of Chase's cock into his mouth. He'd gone a bit soft but Foreman took care of that.
"Relax, this is going to be good," Foreman said, as he kissed his way back up to Chase's mouth.
"Easy for you to say," Chase replied, but he made a visible effort to relax.
Shifting over him, so he could sit on his heels, Foreman smiled at Chase. "I'm going to cuff you now. Okay?"
A frown appeared, which was perilously close to a pout, which made Chase look ridiculously young. Not that he didn't always look too young anyway. But after a moment he gave a shaky nod. "Okay."
"I'm going to make you feel amazing," Foreman promised, as he reached out and gripped Chase by the right arm. A moment later he had the wrist securely cuffed.
"You're one arrogant bastard," Chase stated, sounding a bit amused but mostly uncertain as he watched his left arm being cuffed.
Foreman grinned. "It's not arrogance when you deliver the goods promised," he drawled, then he slid off the bed so he could enjoy his handywork. Chase looked good. Spread out and naked. His body perfect and pale and enticing. That he was pulling on the cuffs and looking a bit nervous just made it that much better. It made Foreman go hard as a rock and he had to fight the urge to simply crawl between Chase's strong legs and fuck him raw. Damn the man for being so beautiful and vulnerable and sexy all at the same time.
Chase made a face, then he was tugging at the restraints and starting to look a unsettled. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea," he stated, not making eye contact with Foreman.
"It's a great idea," Foreman countered, as he stripped off his sweat pants and tee. Now he was naked too and aching, his cock hard and almost begging for attention. "So...you've never been fucked, never had a blow job or a hand job?" He asked the questions as he crawled back on the bed and over Chase's perfect body.
"Never," Chase replied, trembling a bit as Foreman's hands moved over his chest.
Tweaking Chase's flat nipples, Foreman liked the shudder he got in reaction. He smiled at Chase, tangling his fingers in the soft hair again, holding Chase so he could kiss him properly. When they were both breathless he pulled back and dropped a bomb on the Aussie. "I want you to suck my cock." The way Chase's eyes widened was almost amusing. They got as big as saucers, almost literally.
Tugging on the restraints again, although with enough effort to abrade his skin this time, Chase shook his head. "No. I don't think I can do that. This was a bad idea, Foreman. Let me out of these things!" The words all came out in a rush and Chase looked panicked.
"Take it easy," Foreman countered, gripping Chase's face in both hands and licking his lower lip. He then dropped kisses on the corner of his soft mouth and kept it up until he felt the tense body beneath him relax a bit. Then he moved the kisses lower, shifting over Chase until he was back between the strong legs. Foreman looked Chase in the eye, seeing a glimmer of what might have been fear, before bending his head to take the tip of Chase's cock into his mouth. He heard Chase gasp and the slim body went stiff. Foreman gripped the base of Chase's cock and started pulling up, stroking him even as sucked on the head. Warm suction for a moment, then he teased the tiny slit with his tongue and he was pleased when he felt Chase harden in his hand. Not completely hard, but it was encouraging. He sucked and stroked until Chase was fully hard, then he lifted his head and the whimper that escaped the Aussie was music to Foreman's ears.
Leaning up over Chase, so they were eye to eye, Foreman whispered, "Nice, isn't it?"
Chase closed his eyes, body shuddering because Foreman was still stroking him. "I..I think I hate you!" Chase blurted out, but it sounded too breathy to be a complaint.
"Look at me, Chase," Foreman demanded, and he stopped stroking Chase's cock until he was obeyed. Blue-green eyes were a bit glazed and unfocused, but at least they were settled on Foreman. "I want to feel that gorgeous mouth of yours on my cock," he stated. "I just showed you how good it feels, so how about returning the favor."
"You have to release me," Chase countered, and his eyes narrowed a bit.
Foreman realized that Chase was trying to get out of being bound. No doubt because he was feeling way out of his league, which would make him feel like he had no control over any of this. Which he didn't, and Foreman wasn't going to change the rules now. He wanted Chase to be helpless. Vulnerability was a good look on the Aussie and Foreman wanted to push the limits with him, only because he was positive Chase was unbreakable. The man would bend before he broke, so Foreman felt he could take this to the limit and he wanted so bad it hurt.
"You don't need your hands free to suck me," he pointed out, even as he shifted back over Chase's chest. "Just try it, that's all I'm asking," Foreman continued, when it looked like Chase was going to refuse him.
There was a long moment of silence from Chase, as he shifted his body and tugged at the restraints, then he blinked a few times before focusing his gaze, rather obviously, on Foreman's erection.
Foreman watched as Chase's tongue snaked out, the tip nervously wetting the full lips, and that made him harden just a little bit more. Which should have been impossible at this point but, apparently, wasn't. He gripped the base of his cock and squeezed. If he wasn't careful, he was going to come right here and now, missing the chance to fuck Chase. No way in hell was he going to let that happen.
"Okay," Chase whispered, eyes still locked on Foreman's cock. "I...I'll try it."
"Okay," Foreman echoed. He released himself and shifted forward until his knees were about wedged under Chase's armpits. Then he gripped himself again and pressed the tip of his cock against those sweet lips. He whimpered when warm wetness lapped at the head of his cock. Chase was teasing him with his tongue. Not so much intentionally as it was obvious he was hesitant because he was uncertain. "Do whatever you think you'd like," Foreman advised him, then he was choking back a gasp as he was sucked into wet heat.
Chase was a fast learner, if a hesitant one. But Foreman was so ready for anything that it felt fantastic the way Chase sucked on his swollen head. Foreman had figured Chase would be good at this, given his oral fixation and all. And he wasn't wrong. Chase was a novice, but he was good enough that Foreman had to pull back sooner than he would have liked.
"Did I do it wrong?" Chase looked worried as he watched Foreman shift back down his body.
"No...you did good." Foreman was panting a bit, trying to get himself back under control. "All that--" he began, only to be cut off by Chase.
"Don't you dare make any mention of my oral fixation!" Indignation colored Chase's tone, deepening his accent a bit.
Foreman chuckled at that, feeling himself relax a bit as he gained control over himself. He leaned over to grab the lube and uncapped it, liberally slicking his fingers. "You ready for this?"
Chase grimaced. "No, not really."
"I'm going to make it good for you," Foreman promised, even as he gripped Chase's cock, which had softened a bit, and stroked it back to hardness. Smiling, Foreman bent and took the head into his mouth, alternately sucking on it soft and hard until Chase was moaning. When the slim hips started hitching to match Foreman's rythmn, he stopped.
"Bugger!" Chase snarled, looking wide-eyed and a bit wild. His body was trembling and he was pulling on the restraints.
Foreman studied him a moment, enjoying the view. Chase was flushed, his hair mussed yet still somehow perfect and his eyes were glazed with lust. "Beautiful..." he whispered, then he moved to slide a slick finger between the taut buttocks.
Chase went still. "Wait!" he demanded.
But Foreman had found the puckered opening he was searching for, and he pressed in to the first knuckle. "Relax," he ordered. "I'm going to give you the blow job of a lifetime. You just need to trust me."
"Right...trust you," Chase mumbled, not looking convinced. But he made a forcible effort to relax.
"That's it." Foreman was able to press one finger all the way in. He then leaned over to kiss Chase, hoping to distract him while he searched for that special spot and...yep, he found it. He could tell by the way Chase gasped into his mouth and the slim hips jerked. Foreman kept stroking over that spot. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
Chase was panting a bit, but managed to nod and whispered, "Not...not so bad."
That didn't really need a response, so Foreman eased back down so he could take Chase into his mouth again. He sucked the head into his mouth and suckled for a moment, distracting Chase enough to get another finger inside him. Then he alternately stretched Chase, stroked him and sucked him into the back of his throat until the Aussie was thrashing and moaning. Foreman wished he could stop and watch Chase as he came, but he was too busy swallowing the cum that was suddenly spurting into his mouth. He didn't stop stroking Chase's prostate even as he felt the muscled walls clenching tight on his fingers. He stroked him through the after math, loving the way Chase moaned and twitched and only when the cock in his mouth was fully soft did Foreman let it slide out. He pulled his fingers out of Chase then moved up over him again.
"Fuck..." Chase mumbled, eyes slitted as he tried to focus on Foreman who was looming above him.
"Told you it was going to be the blowjob of a lifetime." Foreman knew he looked smug and he figured he had a right to.
Chase almost laughed at that. "You're one arrogant bastard," he drawled, his accent sounding a bit slurred.
Foreman's reply was to kiss him, making Chase taste himself. He encountered a bit of resistance at first, Chase not wanting to give him entrance to his mouth, but after a few nibbles at the swollen lips, Foreman was able to slip his tongue inside and then Chase was kissing him back, almost frantically.
"I'm going to fuck you now." Foreman breathed the announcement against Chase's lips. He pulled back and saw a glimmer of fear in the pretty eyes, but he knew Chase wouldn't back out on him now. He was counting on it. "It won't hurt for long," Foreman promised. He didn't have to pretend it wouldn't. Chase was a doctor so he knew the facts.
"Could you...um...I...I'd like you to untie me," Chase requested. He tugged at the restraints and gave Foreman his best puppy dog eyes.
It was a good look on Chase, and a part of Foreman wanted to relent, but he shook his head. "I want it like this. It'll be okay."
Looking a bit spooked, Chase held Foreman's gaze for a moment then nodded. "Okay."
Reaching for the lube again, Foreman slicked his aching cock then moved into position between Chase's legs. He realized at that moment that Chase hadn't cried out during his release. He had whimpered and moaned and shuddered, but no screaming. Foreman wanted to make it happen.
Letting his hands glide over Chase's strong thighs, he let his grip slide down to the firm calves then he lifted both legs over his broad shoulders. "Just relax as much as you can," he instructed, as he lined himself up. Then he hitched his hips forward and pushed in hard.
Chase stiffened the moment he was breeched, head rolling on the pillow even as he tried to pull away. "No..no..wait!"
"Chase!" Foreman waited till the Aussie was looking at him to continue. "I promised I'd make you feel good and I meant it. Just trust me." He knew that Chase was feeling spread open and vulnerable. Foreman knew exactly what it felt like to be in Chase's position. He'd been fucked for the first time at nineteen and hadn't done that again since. But he had been glad for the experience. It had opened his eyes to his own bi-sexuality, and to the fact that he liked to be on top. Always in control. The interesting thing he had learned was that it actually took more courage and strength to be a bottom. Foreman knew Chase had the strength and the courage needed. All he had to do was get past the trust issues.
"Do it." Chase almost spit out the words as he closed his eyes.
Foreman felt him make the effort to relax. He hitched forward again and suddenly he was halfway in. He stopped when he felt Chase shudder, but the Aussie didn't make a sound. After a moment the constrictive vice of muscle around his cock relaxed and Foreman pushed in again. He kept hitching forward until he was all the way inside Chase, then he went still. Or rather, as still as he could given the way his straining muscles were trembling. Right this minute, all Foreman wanted to do was brace himself and slam into Chase as hard as he could. But he had a promise to keep first.
A shuddery sigh escaped Chase as Foreman shifted position. His eyes flew open as Foreman pulled out slowly then eased back in. The third time that happened he whimpered.
Smiling, Foreman shifted again, knowing he was angled just about right. Two more thrusts and Chase bit back a moan. Foreman watched as Chase tugged on his restraints, fingers curling into fists. He could feel the way Chase was holding back, so he pushed in harder this time, and he had to grip Chase by the hips, hard, to stop from slipping out when the slim body shuddered in reaction. But Foreman wanted sound effects. He eased back and slid in slow and purposefully and this time when Chase shuddered, Foreman started doing small thrusts, barely moving, rubbing over Chase's hot spot until Chase couldn't hold back a moan.
"Fuck...fuck!" Chase was yanking on the restraints now, head rolling from side to side on the pillow, his breathing more like gutteral pants, his thighs quivering over Foreman's shoulders.
"You were made for this," Foreman whispered, suddenly going still. He wanted Chase to beg for more. He watched the blue-green eyes fly open and glare at him.
After a momentary stare off, Chase began squirming. "Move dammit!" he hissed.
But Foreman remained still, feeling a hot sweat break out over his skin. It was torture holding still when he was so close to coming. But if Chase refused to scream for him, then he was damn well going to beg.
"Please..." the whispered plea came after the longest sixty seconds in history.
Foreman felt like weeping as he gave in and began to move. He kept the angle for a time, loving the whimpers that forced their way out of Chase's mouth. But then he was too close and he couldn't wait any longer. Gripping Chase's hips, Foreman braced himself and began to move. Long, strong, solid thrusts in and out, gaining momentum with each one until he was pistonining his hips. Then he felt the tingle in the base of his spine. He felt his balls drawing up tight and hard. When his release came he bellowed. More sound than words as he flooded Chase with spurt after spurt of come. Then he was slumping over the other man, spent and shaken and feeling better than he had in a long time. All sex was good, but this had been incredible. Sex for the sake of sex was better than anything else.
"Oh God!" Chase sounded horrified and he began squirming under Foreman. "Get off! OFF!"
"What the hell?" Foreman pushed himself up, feeling his arm muscles quiver, feeling Chase flinch as he pulled out. Then he looked at Chase and he saw panic in the wide eyes staring up at him. "What's wrong?"
Chase was shaking. "You didn't use a condom!"
Foreman blinked at him. "I know."
"You didn't use a condom!" Chase repeated, speaking louder yet more slowly, as if talking to a small and not very bright child.
It hit Foreman what was wrong. "Chill out, man. I'm clean and I'm betting you are too."
Chase glared at him. "Hell of a thing to bet on!"
"You saying you arent' clean?" Foreman countered, and he felt a twitch of concern.
"Of course I'm clean!" Chase snapped. "That's not the point!"
Foreman felt himself relaxing. "Then what is the point. It's not like you can get pregnant!" He laughed at his own comment, but realized Chase wasn't amused. Heaving a sigh, Foreman got to his knees then moved to release Chase from the cuffs. "It's cool, man. Just relax."
Chase sat up the moment he was free, rubbing at his wrists and looking suddenly lost and more than a little bit vulnerable.
"You okay?" Foreman asked, wondering if maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all.
"I'm good," Chase replied, without hesitation. "Just...I feel a bit awkward now. I mean...we work together but you just fucked me."
Foreman grinned at him. "That I did, and it was good, wasn't it?"
Chase rolled his eyes at him. "I'm not going to feed your ego, Foreman. My point is that it's going to be awkward now. At work."
"Doesn't have to be." Foreman slid off the bed and stretched, feeling a bit achy and totally relaxed. All he needed now was a shower and bed. "It's just sex, Chase. You managed to sleep with Cameron and still work with her."
"That was different." Chase slid off the bed too and headed for his clothes. He stopped when Foreman grabbed him by the arm. "What?"
Tugging Chase into the bathroom, Foreman continued the conversation as he turned on the shower. "You'll get used to it," he promised.
Chase stared at him in disbelief. "You don't think we're going to do this again, do you?"
"Hell yeah!" Foreman replied. He checked the water temperature and it was perfect, so he nudged Chase into the shower. "Tell me you didn't enjoy it," he challenged, as he watched Chase getting soaked by the water. He looked as good wet as he did dry. Maybe even better.
"I don't know how I feel about it," Chase confessed. He let himself be turned around but flinched a bit when Foreman ran soapy hands over his back. But he relaxed when strong hands began kneading his shoulders.
Foreman leaned into Chase's back and nipped at one earlobe. "Be honest with both of us. Was it good or not?"
Chase sighed, then he tilted his head back as he leaned into Foreman's touch. "It was good, but that doesn't mean we should do it again. It was good with Cameron too."
"Now that's an entirely different scenario. You're not attracted to me and I'm not pining after House," Foreman teased. He nudged Chase off him so he could reach for the shampoo. He lathered the blond hair then massaged the Aussie's scalp, loving the moan of pleasure that escaped Chase.
"So you're saying this is just sex for the sake of sex and we should keep doing it simply because it's good?" Chase moved under the shower spray to rinse his hair and when he was done he locked eyes with Foreman, waiting for a reply.
Foreman shrugged. "I'm saying it feels good and I want to do it again. It's that simple."
Chase just looked at him for a moment then he stepped into Foreman's personal space, hands lifting to cup the dark face. Smiling a bit, Chase leaned in and kissed him.
As he responded, his own fingers sliding into wet, blond hair, Foreman figured that the way Chase was kissing him was Aussie speak for *fuck yeah*.
THE END