A few moments later, Chase stirred in Simon's arms, so he loosened his grip to allow him to move off and roll onto his back next to him. 

Simon immediately interpreted this as giving him space to get up and leave, but he was obviously wrong, for the moment he sat up, Chase spoke. "Wanna take a shower?" 

He blinked in surprise and looked at him. "Shower?" 

Chase nodded and sat up as well. "It's pretty late. I'll lend you some clothes." 

Simon frowned and almost asked if that meant he wanted him to stay, but in the end he decided to comply and wait to see what he did next. "Okay." That was enough for Chase to get up and walk over to the wardrobe. 

After handing him a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that were not only big but obviously sleepwear, Simon's silent question was answered. "You want to take a shower together?" 

Even though his ass was sore, Simon knew there were many other ways they could have fun together in the shower, so he immediately nodded in agreement. 

Chase smiled and reached out for him, just as he had earlier at the bar, and Simon intertwined his fingers with his own. 

In the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and realised that it wasn't just Chase's neck that was covered in hickeys. Unlike Chase, however, Simon had only one large hickey on his neck and several smaller ones all over his torso. Nothing he couldn't hide. 

Chase was giving him space, and although he didn't seem uncomfortable, for some reason he didn't start a conversation with Simon. It was almost as if he was enjoying his presence. 

Simon heard the sound of water and turned towards the shower where the brunette was standing. Chase reached out to him again and Simon let himself be pulled under the stream of water. In the small space they found themselves close together and their eyes met. 

Though he didn't claim to be able to read him like an open book, he couldn't say he saw anything like doubt or remorse in his eyes. He couldn't look for long, though, as Chase bridged what little distance there was between them and captured his lips. 

This kiss was as sweet as the first one.   

Chase's arms were around his waist, so Simon wrapped his own around his neck. 

The water hit their naked bodies and they exchanged tender kisses. Simon considered for a moment whether he should add a little passion to their tenderness, but when Chase didn't, he decided not to either. He was content in his arms, which was a strange thought, but it was true. 

After a while, Chase picked up the soap and began to wash him. Simon narrowed his eyes contentedly at his touch and when he was finished, he took the soap from him and returned the favour. 

When they were both clean, Chase planted a soft kiss on his shoulder and then turned off the water. Simon was still confused but thankfully the brunette handed him a towel so he could at least occupy his mind for a moment while he rid his body of the excess water. 

The noise and doubt returned to his mind as soon as he walked back into Chase's room and the brunette lay back in bed without a second thought. 

"Don't go shy on me now." Chase smiled at him, and his smile wasn't a challenge or a tease, more like something he definitely shouldn't give to a one-night stand, let alone his best friend's ex. 

"I'm not shy," he assured him, walking over to the bed and lying down on the half that Chase didn't occupy.

It wasn't the first time he'd slept at his place, but it was definitely the first time he'd slept here alone, and in his bed to boot.  

"Simon." He lay stiffly, and the owner of the bed obviously noticed. "I'm a cuddler." 

"Is that supposed to be a warning?" He turned his head towards him and their eyes met. 

"More like a question," Chase assured him. 

"If I say yes, will we finally go to sleep?" He asked him a question of his own. The sooner he fell asleep, the sooner it would be morning and he would be able to escape this strange situation. 

"Yes," Chase replied, not taking his eyes off him. 

Simon rolled his eyes, obviously too spoiled by Jeff to worry about having sex with someone he shouldn't have, and nodded. "Fine. Just turn off the light." 

Judging by the smile on his face, which he saw for a second before he turned off the bedside lamp, he liked his answer. 

It wasn't long before Simon felt Chase pull him into his arms and wrap his arm around him. Simon lifted his head so he could put his other arm underneath and then closed his eyes, trying not to think about it too much. 

"You can stay for breakfast," he spoke softly close to his ear. 

"What if I don't want breakfast?" The darkness and the fact that his back was to him gave him courage. 

"What do you want?" Chase echoed in return.

"What are you offering?" After the way he'd handled him in bed today, he was convinced he was full of surprises. 

"That depends." 

"On what?" Although he couldn't see it, he was sure he was smiling. 

"How you like to wake up." There was an undertone to Chase's reply that made his body tremble. 

"You can wake me up any way you like," he assured him. Chase's arm around his waist pulled him even closer and Simon felt him plant a kiss on his shoulder. "Okay. As long as I have your permission." 

"You have my permission," Simon assured him, although he had no idea what that meant. He'd find out quickly, though, because it wasn't long before he was drifting off into dreamland a few minutes after closing his eyes. He hadn't thought he'd be able to handle sleeping in someone else's bed, especially after what had happened between them, but surprisingly it was easy. 

Morning came early, and with it came the best way he'd ever been woken up. 

He was still half asleep when he felt his body warming and his breathing quickening. He was lying on his stomach, his arm under his head, and he could feel pressure on the back of his thighs. 

Suddenly a sensation passed through him that made his insides tremble and he let out a shuddering breath. 

He opened his eyes and then closed them abruptly as a moan escaped his lips. He suddenly realised where he was and what the feeling was that had woken him. 

Chase had promised to wake him and he had kept his promise. And just as he had surprised him yesterday with his experienced tongue, it was even better now. 

The pressure on his thighs was Chase's hands and the sensation that made him shiver was his tongue licking his hole. 

"Chase," he managed shakily before moaning again. 

He glanced over his shoulder but couldn't see him as he was hidden under the covers. He must have been hot, but he didn't give up, quite the opposite. Hearing that Simon was awake spurred him on and his tongue suddenly pushed in.

"Chase," he moaned again, gripping the pillow beneath him tightly with his hands. 

Wet tongue moved deftly inside him, driving him crazy, and before he knew what he was doing, Simon began to slide lower, trying to get more from him. 

Chase didn't resist, quite the opposite. He grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart to get better access. 

Simon began to moan his name over and over again and after a while he added a plea. "More, Chase, more." 

He suddenly felt a sense of emptiness and then a chill as Chase threw the covers off his head. Simon glanced over his shoulder and the first thing he saw was his dishevelled hair. He would have laughed if he hadn't also seen the drool running down his chin. 

Chase was breathing fast, probably from lack of air, and moved up to lie on top of Simon so that he could feel his cock pressing into his ass through his shorts. 

"I got tested," Simon said before he could think about it too much. "I'm clean." His words were another plea he didn't want to make directly. 

"Me too," Chase finally said, then pulled away. Simon glanced over his shoulder to see what he was doing and caught a glimpse of his cock, suddenly free of useless cloth. It was towering to its full length and Simon's mouth watered at the sight. 

"Chase," he breathed, and he immediately responded, "I know." 

Simon saw Chase spit on his hand and then spread his own saliva over his cock. It was so incredibly sexy. Immediately afterwards he bent down to Simon's ass and licked his hole again, moistening it in the process. 

It was too much for his eyes, so he looked back forward. He didn't need to see it to know that his cock was slowly disappearing inside him, and since Chase had prepared him well yesterday, it was going easier. Still, he was more than careful when he did it, stopping when he was completely inside. 

Simon closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of fullness, then felt Chase planting tiny kisses on his back. It was almost sweet, if he didn't have his cock in his ass. 

"You can move," he assured him, and Chase bucked his hips to test it out. Simon let out a gasp of pleasure, and that was sign enough that it was all right.

Chase began to move slowly but forcefully, thrusting into him with all his length and pulling out again and again in a way that made Simon fear he was going to pop out of him. He was getting all of him, but he still wanted more. 

He wasn't the only one who felt that way, for soon Chase's hands appeared beneath him, suddenly pulling him close, forcing him to brace himself on his knees as Chase did the same. 

His hands slipped under his shirt and he squeezed his waist as he continued to thrust into him. Simon's hands hung along his body, not knowing what to do with them, but apparently it wasn't necessary. 

One of Chase's hands suddenly gripped his chin while the other slid down to his cock. Simon moaned, but the sound didn't escape him completely as it was swallowed by Chase's mouth. 

With his head turned to the side, Chase's mouth on his and his hand on his cock moving in the same rhythm as his hips, Simon felt like he was going crazy. 

If yesterday he had thought that Chase was a god of sex, today he was at a loss for words.

Chase didn't stop kissing him the whole time he was thrusting into him, and even after Simon could feel the heat building up inside him. This time it was Chase who climaxed first, and even though his cum was spilling out inside Simon, he kept thrusting into him, even though he soon couldn't do it anymore. 

He still had his hands though, and while he had one on his cock, he moved the other from his chin to his nipple, squeezing it tightly between his fingers. 

Simon moaned loudly and Chase began to pump him. His movements began to speed up and after a moment a command came into his ear. "Spit." And so Simon did, wetting his own cock as Chase's hand transferred the moisture to every millimetre of his dick. 

It wasn't long before Simon reached his own climax, making a mess of the bed and the borrowed T-shirt in the process. 

"Fuck," Simon uttered breathlessly, resting his head on the brunette's shoulder. Both their chests were rising violently and Chase was still inside him. 

"Yeah," he replied. Simon hadn't known he'd been waiting for the reassurance that he felt it as intensely as he did, but when he got it, he suddenly felt so much better. He wasn't crazy. This was unbelievable sex. 

"And you didn't want to stay for breakfast," Chase spoke close to his ear, and Simon laughed despite the position they were still in. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so relaxed, but apparently that was to be expected as Chase fucked all the dark thoughts out of his head. 

"I have high expectations now," he assured him.  

"I'm a good cook." And so Simon stayed for breakfast and another shower before heading home.