The Chase

Jason dropped his keys on the table by the door and his briefcase on the boot tray. Michael was sitting across the living room with the paper open on his lap, relaxing after a long, frustrating day of work. He looked up at Jason and smiled.

"How was your day?" he asked. He could read the tension on Jason's face.

Standing by the door, not yet removing his jacket, Michael looked at his lover. Lover. The word burned his throat.

"This isn't working for me, Michael." Jason bit his lip and shoved his fists deep into his pockets. "I've been thinking about it non-stop for weeks now. I can't think of any way out."

Michael closed the newspaper and folded it neatly, his smile dying and his cheeks aflame. He felt waves of guilt even though he wasn't sure what he'd done wrong, but the words, at last, had been spoken. It wasn't working. They both knew it and had known it for much of the last year.

The silence stretched out as Jason fingered the coins in his pocket. The hallway runner needed vacuuming, and that was all Jason could see. He couldn't bring himself to look at Michael, though he knew exactly how his partner would look. He'd seen that lost, panicked expression before, but this time he had caused it.

"I love you," Michael said. Jason was counting the green squares on the carpet. "You know I love you," Michael continued.

Michael's legs were crossed and the fingers of his left hand were digging into the flesh of his calf.

"I'm too young for a sexless marriage, Michael. I can't live a neutered life." Jason felt flooded with shame. To ruin a good marriage for something as trivial as sex, and yet it was all he could think about. As his friends still went out and partied in the local clubs, finding new men and new beds to experience, here he was with a roommate instead of a lover.

"Is that so important to you?" Michael asked, his voice hushed. He'd been expecting this. This fear had lived in his mind for months, going back to when they first started dating. Jason had had a long string of exes, some of whom hadn't even stuck around to even qualify for the title. Michael had been with three men in his entire life and had never wanted more than that. Sex had just never been that important to him.

"I'm going to stay with Morgan for the weekend," Jason said. He starting backing towards the door. "How about dinner on Sunday? We can talk more then."

Michael's mind surged, trying to find a solution, a way to make Jason stay, but he found nothing. By the time words formed in his mind, Jason had turned and left, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Michael stared at the door for several minutes before the plan started to take shape in his head. A flame flickered to life, one that Michael hadn't felt in a very long time. The chase was on.

Michael leaned against the bar with a beer in his hand. It took him several swigs to get the hang of it, and he still wasn't sure he liked the taste, but this wasn't about him. The loud music made his chest thump, and he made sure never to look at the door.

Whenever they had a fight and Jason retreated to Morgan's, the two of them always would up at the bar, downing enough to KO them until the next afternoon. Jason's hangover was evident each time he arrived for Sunday dinner to patch things up. Michael avoided the element of doubt that was creeping through his thoughts -- last night had sounded far too final, and that idea was too terrifying to entertain. He took another swig of beer, hoping it might just numb his thoughts.

He'd spent the afternoon sorting through the local Goodwill, finding the perfect pair of torn up jeans and a worn out t-shirt. He had a black baseball cap on backwards with the initials M.E.A. sewn on. He wasn't sure what it stood for. It was a far cry from the business casual he'd grown accustomed to, but it seemed to be working. Several men were paying attention, and it had taken some effort to push off an older man who'd offered him a drink and tried to strike up a conversation. All in all, Michael was glad his time at the gym was paying off.

Half a beer later, he saw him. Jason and Morgan had entered the club and were leaning against a stone column on the other side of the dance floor. Jason was easy to spot, easily being the tallest man in the bar. Long and lean, Jason still had a bit of the boyishness that had first attracted Michael years ago. They'd met in a bar, one far smaller than this. Michael's felt another wave of guilt at the look on Jason's face, but he pushed it down. Tonight, he would feel no guilt.

A short, muscular man in a black shirt sidled up to the bar by Michael's side. He ordered a drink and then turned to Michael. "Want another?" the man asked.

Michael painted on a sly grin and replied, "No thanks. Still working on this one." He turned his gaze back to Jason and caught Morgan's eye. Morgan's eyes widened, and then he nudged Jason and nodded towards the bar. Michael looked away, turning back to his would-be suitor.

"On second thought," he said, pausing to drain the rest of his bottle, "I'll take you up on that." He smiled at the shorter man, who grinned back and motioned to the bartender.

"You look lonely," the man said as the bartender took Michael's empty and popped the cap off a new bottle.

"Not anymore," Michael replied. "I'm Jessie."

"Alex," the suitor said, moving a bit closer. "New to the area?"

"Just passing through." Michael leaned a bit closer himself.

Alex raised his glass. "Let's hope your stay is a memorable one."

Smiling, Michael raised his beer. "It looks like it will be." He quickly looked back over the dance floor to where Jason and Morgan were staring at him, arguing with each other. In the chaotic lights of the club, Jason's face was red.

"Look at that tall one," Michael said. "What's his story?"

Alex cocked his head a bit and followed Michael's gaze. "Morgan's friend? He just shows up when he's had a fight with the missus. Waste of time, my friend, whereas I—"

"Ten bucks says I could get him." Michael caught Jason's eye and held it.

Alex moved an inch closer and laid his hand on Michael's arm. "Why bet when you've got a sure thing right here?" He stroked his thumb across the flannel of Michael's shirt.

Michael smiled, took a swig of his beer and set the bottle down on the bar. "Sorry, Alex. I like a challenge." He stepped away from the bar and made his way through the dancers, catching Jason's eye each time their connection was broken. Jason and Morgan had stopped their argument.

Puffing his chest out, Michael ignored Morgan entirely and stepped directly in front of Jason. "Hey," he said, biting his lip and painting on a lopsided smile. "I'm Jessie."

Jason's eyes darted towards Morgan and then back. "Michael—"

"Not Michael," Michael said, cocking his head, "Jessie."

"Michael, I—"

"Want to dance?"

Michael took one step backwards and then another, already feeling the crush of dancers around him again. He reached out a hand and grabbed Jason's wrist, pulling him. Jason resisted for a moment and then followed.

"Michael, this isn't—"

"Tonight," Michael said, pulling Jason towards him, "I'm Jessie."

Their pelvises met and Michael began to sway with the music. Jason's arms hung limply at his sides, but Michael's hands moved to Jason's hips and then his back. Slowly Jason began to move with the beat and the surging of the crowd, but he kept his face carefully turned away from his partner.

Michael's blood was surging with the music and with the confidence he'd found in his character. He moved in ways that he'd never tried before, shedding the tense dance steps of his small-town white boy past as the music moved him. He was grinding himself against Jason and was surprised to find himself getting hard. Trailing his hand up Jason's thigh, he realized he wasn't the only one. He smiled and rested his forehead on Jason's chest, running his lightly over his partner's cock.

"Michael—"

"Jessie."

Jason's hands moved to Michael's hips, and then one hand slipped back to cup one of Michael's ass cheeks, feeling the powerful muscles through the worn denim.

"Jessie," Jason whisper, losing the name to the noise of the club.

Michael glanced over to the bar and flashed a victory smile to Alex, who raised the abandoned beer in a toast.

Several songs passed and the two remained pressed against each other. With each passing song, Michael's hand spend more time on Jason's cock, at first lightly running across it as if by accident but then holding and even stroking it.

He reached a hand up to pull Jason's head down, bringing Jason's ear close to his mouth. Michael's tongue flicked at the earlobe for a moment before he whispered, "The bathroom, now."

Jason pulled back a bit and gave a weary smile. "I'm married," he grinned.

"I don't care," Michael replied, giving Jason's cock one last squeeze and delighting in the dampness of the precum stain he found. He released his partner and walked through the crowd to the bathroom, reminding himself not to adjust himself to hide his own arousal. In his tight jeans, there was nowhere for it to go anyway. He trusted that Jason would follow him as he stepped into the dirty, fetid bathroom.

An older, sweaty man was making out with a teenager who was perched on the edge of one of the sinks. Two of the toilet stalls were in use. Under the door of the last one, Michael could see three pairs of feet. He stopped beside the door of the empty stall, pushed the door fully open and waited. In the mirror, he could see himself. He looked every bit the low-class thug. His shirt hugged his muscles in all the right places, and in his tight jeans, he could make out almost every detail of his long, hard dick. He swallowed what was left of his nervousness. Jessie didn't get nervous. Michael cupped his dickhead and gave it a squeeze.

Jason passed him, entered the stall and turned. Sweat stains darkened his button-up shirt, and there was a loonie-sized precum stain on the front of his jeans. In his eyes, there was a fire, and the sight of it caused Michael's knees to weaken. Now he knew the chemistry was still in play. Now he knew the prize could be his. He stepped into the stall and closed the door behind him, sliding the latch in place behind his back as he drank in the raw sexiness of his partner.

"What are you into?" he asked.

"I'm flexible," Jason replied with a dirty grin and a chuckle. He reached out and sank his fingers into the waist of Michael's jeans and pulled the man closer.

"I bet you are."

Jason's hands moved to the unfasten Michael's jeans, but Michael stopped him and forced Jason's hands to his sides. He reached out and again clasped Jason's cock with one hand while the other pulled Jason's zipper down. He dropped to his knees, opened his mouth and engulfed the head of Jason's cock through the denim. The saltiness of the precum swept across his tongue and Michael sucked heartily.

Jason's knees trembled and he reached out, steadying himself by holding on to the top of the stall walls. Michael smiled and popped the button of Jason's jeans, quickly tugging down both the denim and Jason's boxer briefs. The long, familiar dick bounced out, slapping Michael's cheek. He immediately took the head into his mouth and ran his tongue along the underside of the head, where he knew Jason was most sensitive. He heard the familiar intake of breath.

But this wasn't Michael, and Jessie had a different technique. Where Michael was gentle and delicate, Jessie was forceful and energetic. He immediately began bobbing his head furiously, flicking his tongue as he withdrew. One hand gripped the base of Jason's shaft while another gripped the man's ass, his fingernails digging into the skin.

Jason held tightly to the stall dividers, staring down. He began to thrust forward, feeling orgasm approaching far more quickly than he would have liked. He tried to object, but after the unabashed exhibitionism on the dance floor and the energy of the blowjob, he felt he had no control. And he loved it.

Michael felt Jason's cock hit the back of his mouth and avoided the gagging that usually occurred. He slipped further forward, feeling the head entering his throat. Jason's knees weakened again and the tall man barely kept himself from tumbling down. He released a loud, guttural groan, which turned into a yell as Michael's finger thrust itself into his ass. He began to shake as his orgasm hit, spraying hot cum into the back of Michael's throat. Michael pulled off, holding the head of Jason's cock in his mouth as spurt after spurt of thick, salty cum filled his mouth.

Jason's knees bucked and he fell onto the toilet seat, but even still Michael didn't release his dick. The last spurts past and a lights flashed before his eyes. He clenched his eyes shut, holding onto the sensation as Michael gently milked the fading erection with his mouth. Finally Michael released it, looking up at Jason and smiling, with a small dribble of cum on his chin. Jason opened his eyes and smiled down at his lover, bending and licking the dribble gently away. They met for one intense kiss, their tongues dancing in Michael's salty mouth before Michael broke away.

"I've got to go," he said, wiping Jason's lip with his thumb. "It's been fun."

He stood up and finally adjusted himself in his jeans. His own cum was quickly soaking through the fabric.

Jason leaned back against the toilet tank. "Michael, wait."

"Sorry," Michael said with a glint in his eye as he unlatched the stall door. "Jessie's got a wife to get home to." He slipped out of the stall and closed the door behind him. The old man and teenager looked at him appreciatively from the row of sinks and he nodded at them. He was gone by the time Jason pulled up his jeans.

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