The moment Simon and Chase crossed the threshold of his apartment building, Simon felt the level of alcohol in his blood vanishingly low. He still felt a pinch of liquid courage in him, but not enough to keep him from wondering if he was making the right decision. 

Chase was Max's best friend, but as much as he wanted revenge, he wasn't sure he wanted to sink so low. On the other hand, holding Chase's hand had long since stopped feeling unnatural to him and he was beginning to enjoy it quite a bit. It was almost frightening. 

If Chase noticed Simon's inner turmoil, he didn't say anything. Instead, he decided that the next step in sobering Simon up would be for them to take the stairs instead of the lift. 

It wasn't long before Chase was unlocking the door to his apartment. Simon could count the number of times he'd been here on his fingers, and he probably wouldn't need half of them to count the times he'd been here alone without Max. 

One last turn of the key and the door swung open. Chase walked in first and Simon automatically followed. 

"How are you feeling?" Chase asked him as he was closing the door and while his back was to him, there was a struggle going on inside Simon. However, he had had enough fights for today and so he decided to simply give up. 

Before Chase could realise what was happening, Simon grabbed him and spun him around, walking in a way that forced him to back up until his back was against the door. 

"I've never felt better," he said and then moved closer to him, holding his arms against the door. 

Their faces were just inches apart, and Chase's gaze flickered between Simon's eyes and lips.  

Simon cocked his head, but decided to wait. Although he had already taken the initiative, he was leaving it to Chase to make the final move. He'd promised not to deceive him and he wanted to know if his words were true. 

"Please, Chase." He begged him for honesty. He begged him for proof that his heart was ready to move on. He begged him to prove that he could trust him when his reason was screaming that it wasn't safe. With one word, he begged him for so much. 

While he hesitated, Simon had time to realise one thing. He didn't feel bad. He didn't feel guilty. He didn't feel anything that would make him pull away. 

"Simon," escaped the brunette's lips. He took that as a cue and let go of his arms, letting his hands dangle in the air so that his fingertips were still touching him. 

Simon saw him swallow dryly, a struggle in his eyes. Like him, he must have been aware that the stakes were high. If Max found out, their friendship could be damaged. He had to trust Simon not to tell him, while Simon might use it as revenge. Telling Max would just be the icing on the cake. 

"Fuck me or fuck off," he repeated his words from the bar, this time in a much calmer tone.

The brown eyes moved to his lips again.  

"Please, Chase," he repeated. It might have sounded desperate, but it served its purpose. 

Warm lips pressed against his in a tender touch and Simon had just enough time to close his eyes. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he certainly wasn't expecting something so gentle. Chase didn't kiss him with passion, but with something much more subtle. No tongue, no teeth, but it was still so intimate. 

Simon automatically lifted his hand to his chest and touched his fingers fleetingly to the nape of his neck. He was almost afraid to do more, afraid it would scare Chase away, but his fears were unnecessary. He felt a gentle touch on his waist and then an arm wrapped around him, pulling him closer. 

It was almost time for them to part as Simon could feel himself running out of breath, but he tried to put it off. He didn't feel guilty, he didn't feel like a bad person for kissing someone just a few hours after breaking up, and this was something he definitely hadn't expected, but it was a nice surprise. It was a warm feeling inside him and he wasn't going to give it up so easily. 

In the end, it was Chase who ran out of breath first. 

Simon opened his eyes, worried that he would see something in Chase's eyes that he wouldn't like, but his arm was still firmly around his waist and that gave him at least some comfort. 

"I wouldn't lie to you," were the first words that escaped his lips. It was a whisper, a quiet reassurance, but it was enough for Simon for now. 

"Then give me more," Simon whispered back, allowing himself to place a hand on his cheek. 

Chase narrowed his eyes and just stared at him for a moment. Simon had no idea what was going through his mind, but he wasn't going to let him think for too long. He put his other hand on his chest and began to slowly lower it. 

A shuddering gasp escaped Chase's lips and before Simon's hand could slip down to his pants, he stopped it with one of his own. 

"Promise me you won't regret this." Simon hadn't expected to hear those words, and it probably showed on his face. If anyone was going to regret this, Simon figured it would be Chase, not him. 

"Never," he promised him. "Just fuck me." 

His words worked like a charm and seemed to erase the rest of Chase's doubts.  

This time the touch of his lips was not so gentle. It was accompanied by an urgency that proved Chase craved him as much as Simon craved him. His lips applied a pressure that forced his mouth open and Chase's tongue slipped skilfully into his mouth. 

Just as Chase's touches lost their softness, Simon decided to do the same, wrapping one arm urgently around his neck while gripping his T-shirt tightly with the other. 

A moan escaped his lips and Chase pulled away as if he hadn't expected his touch to have such an effect on Simon. His eyes scanned his face, searching for something, but he had no chance of finding it as Simon took the initiative and this time it was him who pressed his lips to his. 

Still kissing him, Chase took a step forward, forcing Simon to take a step back in return. And then another and another until Simon understood what he was trying to do. Reluctantly, he pulled away to ask, "Bedroom?" 

Chase took Simon's hand that was still around his neck and intertwined his fingers with his own. Then he stepped around him and began to pull him behind him on his way to the room Simon had been so eager to see. 

The moment Simon saw the bed he lost the last of his restraints. He yanked his hand out of Chase's and before Chase could misinterpret it, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head without undoing a single button. Luckily, the brunette was immediately inspired and it wasn't just Simon's top that fell to the floor. 

Simon's eyes slipped to the t-shirt on the floor for a second, but then he immediately returned to his main target. With quick steps, he walked over to Chase and nudged him, making him sit down on the bed. Then he straddled him and Chase automatically grabbed his waist to hold him in place. 

"Simon," he addressed him, his eyes literally devouring him with their gaze. 

"Chase," he did the same, his tone breathless from all the kissing. "I want you."

He wasn't expecting an answer, but Chase gave it to him anyway. "You have me."  

A smile involuntarily appeared on Simon's face, brought on by his words, and he didn't try to hide it. Instead, he decided to show him how much it pleased him. He leaned forward and instead of capturing his lips with his own again, he pressed his lips to his neck. 

He felt his Adam's apple move and his body tremble at his touch. It was an invitation for his tongue to join the game. 

"Can I give you a hickey?" Chase had made it clear that consent was important to him, so Simon wanted to show him the same respect. 

"Yes." He didn't need to hear any more and sucked on his neck like a starving vampire. At the same time, he pressed down on his shoulder and leaned against him with all his might, forcing him to lie down on the bed. 

Chase didn't hesitate, and the moment he felt Simon's lips free, he reversed their positions in one swift motion. 

Their gazes met again, and Simon was glad to see the same hunger in his eyes that he felt inside. He couldn't watch for long, though, as Chase pressed his lips to his and then just as quickly pulled them away, moving his mouth lower and lower and lower. 

First he felt his tongue at the hem of his pants, then his hands. Even though he was wearing tight jeans, Chase managed to get him undressed in a second. Before Simon could protest that he was the only one exposed, Chase presented him with an enticing view. 

Simon couldn't believe he'd never realised how sexy he was. 

"Fuck." He didn't even realise he'd said it out loud until he caught Chase's grin. He didn't think he could look any hotter, but he was obviously wrong. 

Once again he captured his lips and stopped his mouth before any more embarrassing words could escape. Chase's kisses were intoxicating and Simon found he couldn't get enough of them. The way his tongue moved in his mouth, the way his teeth always just missed his lips, provoking them. Chase Martin was a professional kisser. 

"Chase." The moaning of his name was unstoppable. Simon almost feared he was enjoying it more than he was, if he hadn't seen the bulge in his boxers that was impossible to miss. 

Watching wasn't enough for him, though. He reached out and cupped his cock in his hand through the fabric, enjoying the wetness he could feel on his fingers despite not holding it straight. 

"Simon." Hearing his name come out of his mouth like that was a reward he had no idea he needed so badly. It encouraged him enough that his hand slipped behind the edge of the fabric and gripped his cock tightly. Chase didn't hesitate and thrust into his hand. 

One movement and Simon was eager to continue. It had been weeks since he'd had sex and even though he wasn't used to having something inside him, he couldn't wait for the sensation.

Luckily, Chase seemed to read his mind, for as he lowered his head and hid in the crook of his neck, his hand moved to Simon's boxers and began to pull them down. It wasn't long before he was completely exposed. 

Simon decided to return the favour. Eventually, though, they had to pull apart so that their underwear could fall completely to the floor, giving Simon a perfect view of his naked body. Chase Martin was gorgeous. A feast for the eyes. 

"You're so fucking hot." He wasn't afraid to tell him. 

Chase smiled delightedly when he heard that, and Simon swore his cheeks suddenly turned darker. "You're the one to talk." He leaned forward and planted a kiss on his shoulder, then the other, and then his face was suddenly back over Simon's and another soft kiss landed on the tip of his nose.