Chase was well aware of Adam's ragged breathing as he ran a hand over his defined abs, fingers bumping along. They came to rest on his pebble-like nipples, brown and hard as his dick. He took one into his fingers, rolling it over and over again.
"Shit," Chase whispered to himself as an electrical feeling sparked somewhere, deep within his body. He squeezed slightly on the nipple and another feeling passed through him. It wasn't as good - not nearly as good - as jerking himself off, or the feeling of Adam's hot mouth on his cock, or getting it in the back door, but it was light, and it felt good, and it seemed like good foreplay.
Arching his back into the touch and bringing his other hand up to his other pec and nipple, Chase ran his fingers all around and closed his eyes. His breathing hitched whenever he pressed especially hard, and his erection always gave a funny jump like he had never experienced before.
He imagined Adam doing this to him, deep, soft brown eyes watching his reaction as he ran his hands over his pecs. Chase's eyelids fluttered as he imagined his hunky big brother, pink tongue running down his chest and lapping against the dark brown nipples, causing even more electrical feelings to course throughout his body. He imagined a warm hand running alongside his abs, and out of instinct, one of his own hands curved downward into his muscles on his stomach, turning him on even more than he already was.
And when his eyes opened slightly to the camera, and he saw Adam's labored breathing and lip being bitten furiously, all Chase could imagine was running towards Adam, their bodies curving as they mashed together, and lips colliding. Adam's lips were so soft, and damn, he was the best kisser ever. Chase envisioned his hunky big brother moaning into a kiss as he himself would bite down on his lip, making it used and abused.
Sweat coated Chase's abs in a fine dappled sheen. Writhing under his own touch and his mind set on Adam, Chase's hands dipped lower, to his crotch. His cock jumped at the feathery touches.
"F-Fuck," Chase spat out as his right hand got to work, left hand flying back up to a nipple and rolling it around. His muscles tensed. Adam, Adam, fuck me, fuck me, damn, Adam, fuck me, Adam, I love you, Adam, fuck me, ran through his head as his back arched.
His balls sloshed around with every pull of his cock, pre-cum lubricating the connection between his hand and his twitching erection. He was vulnerable to everything, every little touch, all because his mind was only thinking about the one person who could give his body what it wanted, whose goofy smile was more arousing than anything, the person who Chase loved but could never admit it.
Adam.
"Shit, fuck..." The words slipped out of Chase's mouth as his left hand raced to his balls, fondling them and squeezing them and pulling at them all at once.
Chase's hazel eyes found Adam's. Out of complete instinct and horniness, a loud and embarrassing whimper left his mouth. Fuck, Adam, get over here and fuck me senseless! Chase's gaze then flickered down to his mouth. His lips were red, the skin around them dappled with teeth marks. His tongue flicked out to lick his lips, and his hands were honest-to-God trembling as he held the camera.
"Damn!" Chase whimpered as he pulled on his cock, so close to the brink as he stared at the bulge in Adam's robe. It was shifting with every movement of Adam, obviously very aroused.
I'm turning him on, the younger boy realized with a small grin. He didn't lie when he said I was sexy. That's nice to know.
Chase's hands moved faster and faster. All he could imagine was Adam, the top of his sexy big brother's head facing him as he slammed his mouth down on his cock. Another memory flashed through his head, of Adam when he soaped up his cock for lube. And another, in the closet when he was so determined to find out what the stains were on the afghan. He was so curious, so hunky, so confused. So... so Adam.
